Distractions

The dance floor is packed, your love box is dripping and your brothers and sisters are partying like there is no tomorrow.

A couple of girls swing by your side, one of them must be on her period because the fresh blood fragrance hitting your nose trills is strong. You try to shake off the images of you between her legs gently licking her slit oozing blood.

With a nail, you slice the palm of one of your hands. The pain brings you back to reality allowing you to gather your thoughts. There, the girl on her period moves away. You watch with amazement as the wound heals itself in instants.

You close your eyes trying to find the trail. You inhale taking in all the aromas in the place. Blood and cum, obviously, lots of it, your brothers and sisters are seriously enjoying their evening. Your nail is back in your palm. You keep on concentrating leaving the red and white delights to a side, as background noise. You catch some menthol cigarette. Wrong brand. You take another step but suddenly somebody bumps into you wooing.

You are about to send her off when you recognize Deb’s voice. She is definitely not helping you, you think as you see her dive into the crowd on the dance floor.

You close your eyes again. The wound on your hand is now bleeding abundantly but it helps. A trace of clover and basil here. Yes you are onto something.

“Excuse me.”

You dismiss the voice.

A bit of coconut shampoo... you look, no that is Deb already latched to a tall black girl’s neck. Shit.

“Excuse me,” that voice again.

Why doesn’t he go away?

“What?” You bark.

The man in front of you looks genuinely preoccupied.

“Excuse me Miss, but you are bleeding. Do you need some help?”

Oh fuck it! You grab him by the collar and sink your fangs into his neck. Oh God, this feels good. If you could spend eternity doing this...

But something tells you that if you fail to bring Nicole to your Mistress, your eternity will be quite short. You let go of the man. The terrified look on his face is delicious and the nascent hint of lust in his eyes is a fair clue that it will not be long before he joins all your brothers and sisters into the big party. Fuck him!

“Fuck off,” you tell him.

Slaloming through the crowd, you walk to the door to the balcony. On a couch, just by the exit, a couple of your sisters are engaging a young stub in what can only qualified as a bloody threesome. As you walk past them one of the vampires extends a hand and forcefully pulls you in.

You do not know how but you suddenly find yourself with a dick slapping your face.

You cannot take this anymore.

You bite deep into the guy’s thigh. A powerful geyser of semen explodes all over your face. You drink and you do not stop. You are not gentle or sweet. This moment, despite the delicious blood covering your face, and the roaring orgasm shaking your cunt, is not a pleasant one.

You want all this to be finished, you want to get out of this place, you want to find Nicole bring her to your mistress and be done with it. Once and for all.

Leaving behind you two pestering vampires with the dried out corpse of their dinner, you finally exit on the balcony.

Pumped up on blood and lust, you inhale. Sea smell, fumes, oil, mentally you dismiss them all because you found it: this fucking trail is here and it leads you to the Olympic pool.