Another cold slab

You again feel the exhilaration of rebirth. You eyes snap open. Despite the darkness of your lair, you can see fine. You smile. You are quite safe in your lair. It is in the sub-basement of an abandoned church. Your minion Abby Finch deconsecrated the grounds and set dozens of nasty traps for unwelcome visitors.

As if summoned by your thoughts the lights go on and your thrall descends the stairs with a blond tart in tow.

The tart frowns. "I don't really think I'm up for whatever you have in mind here. I'm going."

Abby giggles.

You draw the blonde's gaze. ""Stay!" You command.

"On second thought maybe I'll stay a bit."

You stare into your eyes draining her will. "Come." You open your arms.

She struts toward you without a word. You smother her in your embrace and begin to kiss her. Soon she is ready. You lay her back on the concrete slab. In her frenzied state she barely notices the coldness of the concrete. You hop up sliding into a sixty nine. She eagerly licks your cold slit, not that you particularly care. You simply wish her to orgasm while you drain her.

It doesn't take long. You feel her buck beneath you and you drive your fangs into her femoral artery. You drink up her essence, warmth returning to your flesh. Soon she is empty.

You lick the blood from your dark burgundy lips and turn to your minion. She has been furiously masterbating during your entire feeding. "Abby, please dispose of my leftovers."

"Yes mistress!"

She grabs the blonde with ease and flips her over her shoulder. As she walks out you actually admire her ass. She has been working out at the gym as well as martial arts. The changes in appearance in such a short time are impressive. She has dropped weight and now looks thinner and stronger. In an effort to be more like you she has taken to wearing corsets. The one she currently wears pushes her breasts up, making them truly enormous. The rest of her outfit and makeup is a bit goth, but not unattractive.

She eagerly scampers up the stairs with the body. You are fully aware she has developed some very unsavory sexual habits with your leavings. However, that is of little concern to you.

Tonight you have work, wild work. You need to dominate a few more of the local authorities. Then...

You look up at a pair of urns on the shelves. Mementos of your time on Monster Island. Soon you'll have the last few ingredients to bring Alyssa and Vlad back from the dead.