Dominate 2 is a hell of a thing on humans.

“Hey there!” you say with a bit of pep, causing the girl to turn to you. The glare tells you pretty much right away how friendly conversation is going to go. “Okay, we’ll do it this way. Guard the door. Anyone asks, maintenance is in here fixing a leak. Got it?”

“Absolutely,” she responds, nodding as the fury she was absorbed by a minute ago seems to melt away. “If they try anyway?”

“Just give a good yell to me, should be fine. And what are you so upset at?”

“I just found out my boyfriend is cheating on me.”

“That sucks.”

“It’s with another one of his students.”

“So, he’s a professor?” She nods. “Well, you deserve better than an old pervert who treats you like a tissue. It’s for the best. Just think about that a little bit tonight, ‘kay?” She nods, but you have zero idea how effective that’s going to be. “Now, door?” She nods, then steps back outside.

Stepping into the shower area, Tanya’s already heated one up and seems to not really be using much in the way of soap yet. Experimentally, you walk up behind her, making no effort to be stealthy. She shivers when you enter the stream of water behind her and slowly wrap your hands around her hips.

“Hey, you know what, I think my ankle’s feeling a lot better,” you whisper to her as you kiss her ear lobe, one of your hands sliding up her wet stomach and gently tracing her breasts. “I was thinking of testing that out.”

“What if someone comes in?” she pants out. She grins as she says it while you kiss down her neck, resisting the urge to just plunge your fangs into her then and there. She gasps as your other hand slips down and your fingers easily find her pussy. You can tell, even through the warm water beating down on the two of you, that she was pretty wet before she even got in.

“It’s handled.” You find her clit quickly, but move around it slow, teasing her while you only gently play with her breasts. Tanya pushes back against you, groaning as you prod her along carefully. You spin her around, pulling a sudden gasp from her lips, then kiss her as you pin her to the wall, and your fingers return with no challenge to their target. You join her in making soft, eager noises when you feel her locate your own cunt, then keep pace with you, sliding her fingers inside it. “That. Feels very good.”

“Right back atcha’.” She speeds up, outstripping where you are, and the implicit challenge makes you squeal as you work to pick up the pace. Writhing against the soaked tiles, the two of you finger each other as you intersperse your groans and heavy breathing with kisses on each other’s necks, breasts, and lips, neither of you taking much time to think or speak.

“You’re pretty good!” you concede after a few more minutes, your pussy throbbing as she works you over. “Still not going to win!”

“Win?” The question is anything but sincere; her expression and the way she lifts up, stimulating your most sensitive spots, make it blazingly apparent that she just wants to hear you say it. “How do you ‘win,’ exactly?”

“Don’t start playing hard to get now.” You don’t even match her speed at this point, slowly circling her clit. It’s clear you’re letting her get the upper hand, your crotch pushing back down eagerly as you can’t entirely help being **** for more sensation. “You’re not going to make me cum first.”

“Really? Then you better keep up!” You moan as she moves her fingers expertly, making your clit pulse with need. You grin to yourself as you pretend to collapse a little. It feels good, of course, but the stumble is exaggerated so it gets you in the crook of her neck. You kiss and nip at it gently as you bring your hand up to speed, both of you panting against each other as you feel her starting to throb under your touch as well.

“Please,” you hiss to her as your fangs slide down out of her field of view, moving back just a little to get a good angle to strike at. “This isn’t my first time.” You coordinate the feverish increase in speed from your fingers to the moment your fangs push into her neck. She screams, a little in pain, but mostly in wanton need as she shoves herself against your hand and pushes her neck up, completely offering it to you. Her blood is smoky and complex, a very different flavor from Eva. Still, it’s better than anything you remember eating the entire time you were alive, and you slowly drink from her, pacing yourself this time and feeling out the strength of her pulse.

“Fuck, yes!” she moans as she starts to cum. Your chests mash together as you finger each other in the shower, both of you playing each other like a fiddle relentlessly as you feel your pussy start to gush just after hers does. “You win, you win, just keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!” Her sentence trails off into a high-pitched scream as she peaks roughly, eyes rolling back as she flows down over your fingers. Her hand is **** to match your performance, and the intoxicating taste and feeling of drinking her blood makes it more than enough, squirting down your legs as you both writhe and pant through a first orgasm, then a second.

As she starts to crest the third, the voice in your head speaks up again. ‘No one’s watching,’ it promises you. ‘Just kill her. Are you really happy with just a slice? Think about how good almost draining Eva felt. Just do it this time. She’s no one special to you. What’s one more dead human?’ Your fangs dig into her smooth, dark skin as you drink from her greedily, screaming into her neck as you cum for a third time.