Fuck the DSD, let them deal with it, I want to concentrate on the hunt

 
Three weeks later, you have a nice little harem of two dozen vampire **** housewives following your every command and ready to die to protect you. The husbands keep going to work but the number of sick leaves incrementing dramatically is going to get DSD’s attention soon. You know you’ll have to move on and find a new place to hide.

Nick and Kyle have been working hard delaying the hunt and taking over the DSD. Director Marlowe had a tragic car accident just last week and DC dispatched in his place a young senator to ensure the interim. Kyle had her in his bed the very night of her arrival. Nick organized a meeting between you and her last night. She’s pleasant on the eye and quite efficient apparently. The number of undermanned missions is increasing and a lot of the veterans are getting an early retirement plan through the cemetery. She should be called back to DC in a matter of weeks but by then, the harm will be done and most of the agents at the DSD should be under your control.

The sun is setting outside the large house you claimed as your own when your phone rings. You pick up looking through the bay window at the neighborhood spreading at your feet, your neighborhood.

“Nick?”

“Hello Jody; I’ve got bad news, they have spotted you and there’s three heavy teams heading your way right now. You should have ten to fifteen minutes before they get there. I’m sorry but I just got the heads up a minute ago.”

“Okay, thanks nick, I’ll contact you ASAP.”

You make another phone call, collect the few things you’ll be needing and get out of the house. A large black van is waiting for you. You step in the back. Three of your minions nod at you. The van is full of heavy weaponry.

“One of the heavy teams has been spotted by the tennis club; we’ll try to reach the highway through the woods.”

“Good,” you answer as the first explosions start to resonate in the neighborhood below.

Many of your followers will get a chance to dine in hell tonight but they won’t be going alone.

The van starts climbing up the mountain through the little road behind your house.

Twenty minutes or so later, you get the last report.

“Mistress Jody, I’m the last one standing and they’re about to burst through the door, we did our best, we loved you, hail Satan, hail our Lady Grace.”

As the communication cuts, you hear a chopper flying over the forest. You’ll never get to the highway in time.

“Change of plans, you girls will continue to drag them towards the highway; I’ll stay behind and head east.”

You jump out of the van and dive into the forest. A few minutes later standing on the top of a tree you sees the chopper launching a couple of missiles at the van. No time to lose, they should realize that you weren’t in the escaping van within the hour and then they’ll be back on your tracks. You drop to the floor and start walking into the forest. Flying is out of the question as standard protocol in this kind of situation will have the choppers patrolling the area until confirmation of the kill is obtained.

You cast a shadow elementary to cover your tracks as you dive into the forest heading east. He will dissipate by sunrise but at least it will make the tracking much harder.

The sun starts to rise when finally you reach a farm. This is good as you wouldn’t want your pursuers to catch up with you during day time. The constant pain from the sun burning your flesh and the arousal that comes with it is too much of a distraction for you to be able to face a full DSD elimination unit.

You enter the main house, the household seems relatevily poor. By the smell of it there are three persons leaving here, two old, one young. You walk up the stairs. A main bedroom and two smaller rooms. Following her scent you step into the room of the young one. A young woman is asleep, she reeks of ****. One of the cars in the yard was still hot so you guess that she just came back from a party. You push the blanket on the floor. Her young body exposed to your perversion, you assume that this will be a necessary distraction from the hunt. Gently you make her roll on her back. She doesn’t wake up.

You spit on one of your claws and rub it along the thin layer of fabric protecting the girl’s genitalia. You saliva impregnates the material and migrates between the labia into her pussy. A few seconds later, the girl violently arches her back as the pleasure of a spiking orgasm spreads to her body.

Covered in sweat she wakes up. A shadow of terror passes over her face but the **** of your unholy secretion forces her to curl up into a second violent orgasm. You place a hand on her convulsing belly to immobilize her and drive the claw into her now drenched pussy. You start working on her feeling your own pussy fill with your desire. She grabs the mattress trying to hold on to it as she drowns into a sea of pleasure

Her screams have woken up the family. The farmer burst into the room, a sawed-off shot gun in his hand. With your wing you disarm him, you wrap your tail around the girl’s neck and stick your burning look into his, forcing him into submission.

“I WILL HIDE HERE TODAY, YOU WILL PROTECT ME, YOUR DAUGTHER IS MINE BUT IF YOU WANT TO KEEP YOUR WIFE YOU’LL DO AS TOLD.”

“I … yes, I will protect you but please leave my family alone…”

“Oh little farmer, you daughter will remain with you long after I have left, but she will be a little bit changed… Now go back to your wife, she’s thinking about calling the police and this cannot happen if you want to make it through the day. Am I clear?”

“Yes, I will stop her…”

The door closes. You turn back to the farmer’s daughter; she’s sucking on the tip of your tail. You push it deeper down her throat. After all this is going quite an interesting day.