Crossrodes

Ami slowly pushed herself up the wall, her legs trembling like aspen leaves as she leaned her back against it and straightened up. The remnants of her Sailor Mercury uniform hung in tatters from her body—the blue skirt was now nothing more than a shredded, blood-soaked strip of fabric around her hips, the white blouse dangled in filthy, ragged shreds, exposing her now slightly fuller, pale breasts, the nipples dark, swollen, and sensitive from the bites that still throbbed faintly, a sweet-metallic pain pulsing through her chest with every heartbeat. Her skin felt foreign—cool, smooth, almost like polished marble, yet beneath it something hot and hungry throbbed, sending waves through her lower belly and making her pussy involuntarily wet. Between her thighs clung the sticky mixture of cum, her own blood, and the vampires’ juices—a warm, slippery film that made a wet, smacking sound with every movement and intensified the smell of sex and decay.

Her gaze fell back to the center of the room. There, the vampires continued their pleasures—a throbbing knot of naked, pale bodies glistening in the faint moonlight with sweat, blood, and other fluids. A woman with long black hair rode a muscular man, her hips circling slowly, sensually, then faster, harder, her full breasts bouncing in rhythm, nipples hard and dark, glistening with saliva and blood, while she simultaneously pleasured another vampire with her mouth—taking him deep, lips sealed tightly around the shaft, her tongue swirling around the head, saliva dripping from her chin in long, glistening strands that shimmered silver in the moonlight. The man beneath her groaned deeply, a throaty, vibrating sound that echoed through the room, his hands digging into her hips, leaving red marks, while a third vampire took her from behind—double penetrated, her body shuddering with every thrust, fresh blood dripping from bite wounds on her neck and breasts, running in thin, warm rivulets down her skin. The slapping of skin on skin, the wet sucking of her pussy, the deep, guttural moaning filled the room like a dark, hypnotic song that throbbed in Ami’s ears, seeping into her mind.

And then Ami heard the voice—quiet, feminine, velvety, directly in her head, as if speaking from inside her own skull, warm and sticky like honey slowly spreading through her thoughts:

*My daughter… look. Doesn’t it look inviting? Go to them. Join in. Taste their sweet juices. Quench your hunger. Daughter… this is what you want. Give in. Surrender to your hunger. It will feel so good…*

Ami stared at the vampire woman riding the man—moving up and down, circling her hips, her pussy taking the cock deep inside her while she simultaneously pleasured the other with her mouth, lips sealed tight around the shaft, tongue dancing. She saw how much the woman enjoyed it—how her eyes glowed, how she moaned, how her body trembled with pleasure, sweat and blood running down her skin, glistening in the moonlight. And a part of Ami… wanted it too. Wanted to push herself between them, feel the warmth, taste it, feel the stretch, the ecstasy, the feeling of being filled, taken.

She shook her head violently, tried to banish the thoughts from her mind, to drown out the voice. “No… no… I’m not…” she whispered, her voice breaking, though the sound of her own words already felt foreign—hoarser, more breathless.

At that moment, the doors of the room opened with a slow, creaking groan—the sound echoed through the silence like thunder, making Ami’s heart skip a beat.

Two women stepped in—naked, pale, unmistakably vampires.

The taller one led the way—her movements graceful yet predatory, like a panther on the hunt. Her long, raven-black hair flowed down her back to her plump ass, swaying with every step, brushing her skin with a soft rustle. Her skin was flawlessly pale, perfectly smooth, shimmering in the moonlight like polished alabaster, almost translucent. Her full, large breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples dark and hard, almost black with arousal, glistening slightly with a fine sheen of sweat. Her hourglass figure was breathtaking—narrow waist, wide hips, long, slender legs that trembled slightly with restrained hunger at every step. Her lips were full, red, slightly parted, a trace of blood at the corners, the metallic scent rising to Ami’s nose. Her red eyes fixed on Ami immediately—glowing like hot coals, piercing her to the core, making her heart race.

The woman behind her followed slowly—a young girl who, before her transformation, had perhaps been eighteen. Now she was perfect: slender, sensual figure, pale skin, large, full breasts, long black hair cascading like silk over her shoulders. She smiled darkly, hungrily, her red eyes sparkling with greed, her tongue briefly gliding over her lips.

The taller one spoke—and Ami recognized the voice instantly. It was the voice from inside her head.

“Daughter… stop fighting. You are strong. The light in you is a beacon… but it’s already flickering.”

The woman came closer. Ami couldn’t help but stare—her pale, perfect skin, her full, large breasts, her sensual lips, her perfect hourglass figure, her long raven-black hair. And she felt it—how her pussy grew wet at the sight. Her pussy clenched, a warm, treacherous pull spreading through her, her nipples hardening, her breathing quickening, shallower. She bit her lip, tried to suppress it—but it only grew stronger, a throbbing desire collecting in her lower belly, making her thighs tremble, a soft, involuntary moan escaping her throat.

“Daughter,” the woman spoke again, her voice soft, inviting, like honey pouring into Ami’s mind, warm and sticky. “Give in. Be mine. My essence is already inside you. It’s spreading… further and further. Do you feel it? Do you feel the hunger? Let me help you end your struggle.”

She raised a hand—and the woman behind her stepped forward. It was Rina—Lilithara’s first daughter. Perfectly transformed: slender, sensual figure, pale skin, large, full breasts, long black hair. She smiled darkly, hungrily, reached out. Her claws slowly trailed down Ami’s shoulders—a tingling, cold sensation racing across her skin, raising goosebumps, making her nipples harden even more. Over her breasts—the nipples stiffened instantly under the touch, a sharp pull shooting through her body—over her stomach, then between her thighs. Rina’s cold fingers slid into Ami’s already wet slit—two fingers plunged deep, moving slowly at first, then faster, circling her clit, rubbing it hard.

Ami moaned—loud, involuntary. Her knees went weak, her legs trembled. Rina knelt down, grabbed one of Ami’s thighs, draped it over her shoulder. Her tongue—long, supple, cold—darted out and began to pleasure Ami—licking her clit, sucking on it, plunging deep inside her, while her fingers continued thrusting, hard and rhythmic. Ami felt every movement—the cold tongue stroking her sensitive bud, the fingers stretching her, filling her, massaging her walls, hitting that one spot deep inside her over and over, making her gasp each time, a gush of wetness running over Rina’s hand.

Ami’s head fell back, her eyes rolled upward. She moaned loudly—a deep, throaty sound that startled even herself. The voice spoke again, directly in her head:

“Yes… that feels good, doesn’t it? Rina was my first. The first daughter of the night. The first daughter of a queen. Let yourself fall, daughter. Come into my realm. Be the newest child—a child of your queen Lilithara.”

Ami fought. Against the darkness. Against the hunger. Against the intoxicating sensation of Rina’s fingers moving inside her, her tongue sending waves of hot, dark energy through her body—from her clit through her lower belly, up her spine, into her head. It felt better and better—her pussy clenched, milking Rina’s fingers, her hips rising involuntarily, seeking more. The scent of Rina’s arousal rose to her nose—sweet, musky, intoxicating. But Ami’s mind refused to give in.

The cool blue light in her chest flickered—weak, but present. It fought.

Still.

Her eyes flickered between red and blue.

Her fangs pressed against her lips—but she clenched them, tasting her own blood.

“I… am… not… your… daughter…,” she gasped, her voice breaking, but she held on.

Lilithara only smiled—gentle, knowing, victorious.

“Not yet,” she whispered.

“But soon.”

She raised a hand and beckoned another vampire closer—a tall, muscular man with broad shoulders and a hard, thick cock already throbbing, veins dark and swollen, the head glistening with precum. He stepped forward, his red eyes fixed on Ami hungrily.

Lilithara took Ami’s hand—her fingers cold but gentle—and slowly guided it to the vampire’s cock. Ami felt the heat, the hardness, the pulsing veins beneath her palm—hot, alive, despite the coldness of the skin. Lilithara wrapped Ami’s fingers around the shaft, pressed them firmly around it. The cock twitched in her hand, throbbed, a bead of precum welled up and ran over her fingers—slippery, warm, sticky.

“Feel him, daughter,” Lilithara whispered. “Feel how much he wants you. How much you want him.”

Ami began—unwillingly, almost against her will—to massage the shaft. Her fingers slid up and down, slowly at first, then firmer, feeling every vein, every throb. The precum spread over her palm, over the head, making everything slick, glistening. She felt the heat, the hardness, the slight twitch beneath her touch—and a new, hot pull spread through her pussy, her thighs trembled, her clit throbbed.

Rina’s tongue moved faster and with more pressure over Ami’s clit—she stroked it in firm, circling motions, sucked briefly and hard, let the cold, supple tip of her tongue glide flat and broad over the sensitive bud before plunging deep into Ami’s slit again, massaging the walls and stimulating the clit from inside at the same time. Every movement was precise, relentless—a cold, wet glide that felt like ice yet burned at the same time. Ami’s pussy clenched rhythmically, milking Rina’s fingers, which thrust deep and firm—two fingers, then three, curling upward, hitting that one spot deep inside her over and over, making her gasp each time, a gush of wetness running over Rina’s hand.

The sensation was overwhelming—the cold of Rina’s tongue and fingers contrasted with the heat spreading through Ami’s lower belly, a throbbing, wet desire she couldn’t control. Her hips lifted involuntarily, pressing against Rina’s mouth, seeking more pressure, more friction, more of everything.

And exactly that caused Ami, unconsciously, to massage the vampire’s shaft more firmly. Her fingers closed tighter around the thick, throbbing cock—she felt every vein, every pulse beneath her palm, hot and alive. Her thumb slid over the head, teased the sensitive tip—circling slowly around the opening, spreading the abundant precum, making everything slick, shiny. The precum was warm, sticky, running in thick drops over her fingers, making her hand smooth and slippery. The cock twitched in her hand, grew even harder, the head swelled, glistening wet in the moonlight.

She felt a strange tingling in her fingernails—a prickling, stinging sensation as if they were growing, lengthening. In the midst of her lust she didn’t notice it immediately—her fingers kept moving, massaging harder, her thumb rubbing faster over the tip, spreading the precum in glistening trails over the entire shaft. Only when she lightly scratched the skin with her nails and they grew longer, sharper, black and glossy did she half-realize it—a shiver ran through her, half horror, half arousal.

Then again the voice of Queen Lilithara—deep, soft, inviting, like warm honey pouring into her mind:

*Good, daughter… let go and become free. Do you feel Rina’s tongue? Do you feel the hard shaft in your hand? How would it be if he slid it into your ass… let you feel his full length… let him come behind you… and he will do it…*

Ami gasped—her hips jerked, pressing against Rina’s tongue, her fingers massaged the shaft harder, her thumb rubbed faster over the head, spreading the precum in glistening trails. The thought—the cock sliding into her ass, stretching her, filling her—made her pussy clench, another gush of wetness running over Rina’s fingers. She moaned loudly, her head fell back against the wall, her eyes flickering between red and blue.

The light inside her flickered weaker.

Rina’s tongue swirled faster, her fingers thrust deeper, harder.

The vampire in front of her groaned—his cock pulsed in Ami’s hand, ready to give more.

Lilithara only smiled—gentle, knowing, victorious.

Ami moaned louder and took one step away from the wall behind her, making sure Rina continued. She gripped the shaft in her hand tightly and pulled, massaging it, causing the vampire to move behind her. Which he did—he seized her hips and grunted with satisfaction as he began rubbing his hard shaft between Ami’s ass cheeks, making Ami moan loudly and lean forward slightly to give him better access.

Lilithara smiled with satisfaction and grabbed Ami’s breasts, began massaging them, as the vampire behind her lowered his hips and thrust his shaft deep into Ami’s ass and began taking her.

Ami moaned and licked her lips as the blue crystal flickered and completely extinguished, turned black.

Her breasts began to swell even more—she felt it like a hot, throbbing pull, as if something was pushing from inside, the skin stretched, grew tauter, the nipples lengthened, darkened, became more sensitive, a stabbing pain that turned into pure lust. With a loud crack her pelvis widened—she felt her bones shift, a dull, cracking sound echoed through her body, her hips spread, her ass became rounder, plumper, the skin stretched, grew smoother, cooler, yet a fire burned beneath. Her waist narrowed—an tight, pulling sensation, as if invisible hands were shaping her, her curves became more perfect, more sensual. Her lips grew fuller—she felt them swell, soften, a prickling tingle spread, her tongue lengthened, became more supple, gliding involuntarily over her teeth. Her light blue hair turned black and long with blue streaks—she felt it grow, lengthen, grow heavier, flow down her back, a cool, silky sensation on her skin. Her light blue eyes, already streaked with red, began to glow red—the red spread, completely displacing the blue, a burning, stinging sensation in her eye sockets, as if fire had been ignited there, her vision sharpened, grew hungrier, the world tinted in shades of red and black. Her already grown small fangs now grew fully—a sharp, tearing crack in her jaw, a pain that dissolved into ecstasy as they lengthened, sharpened, pressed against her lips. Her skin lost the last remnants of its radiant power, became pale—a cool, prickling sensation spread, as if all warmth was being sucked out of her, yet something dark flowed in instead, making her stronger, hungrier. She sought and bit Lilithara directly into her full left breast, tasted her blood—sweet, metallic, hot, like liquid fire on her tongue—and began to drink greedily, while the vampire behind her took her hard from behind and Rina continued thrusting her fingers into her and licking her.

Lilithara moaned as Ami bit her and began to drink—a deep, throaty sound that echoed through the room, her full breasts quivered, blood flowed warm over Ami’s lips, dripping down onto her own skin.

“Welcome, daughter,” she whispered, her voice trembling with triumph and dark tenderness.

The night had won.

Ami—no, the new daughter of the night—now belonged to her.

Forever.