Interlude 2: A fucking girl… You are a fucking girl… The bitch turned you into a fucking girl… and you like it!

You are not driving anymore, Brooke is. You could not drive, it was not possible, not considering the circumstances. Not with this new body to discover, not with these new marvelous attributes. As a vampire you were amazed by your ability to get hard on demand but as a girl… Damn, pleasure is taken to whole new levels. Long gone the ephemerous release of the masculine orgasm, the sad little tear dripping between your fingers! What you are experiencing now is something completely different. A rumbling earthquake within your guts, growing into the roaring of a lion inside of your chest and concluding with a volcanic explosion in your pussy… And all that within your small new frame.

You jerk your head back for the second time as you pass by the sign that says “Welcome to Eden Falls, population 35 000”. Your sore fingers come out of your flooded pussy. The passenger’s seat is probably ruined but you don not care and you definitely do not plan on stopping… Ever!

“La vache!”

“How is it going Mr Leclair? Enjoying yourself?” Brooke giggles.

You lick your fingers clean. Your vision unblurs and gazing at the closed store fronts you realize that all this toying with yourself has made you ravenous. You run your fangs along your tongue.

“Bordel,” you spit through your jerky breath, “I’m starving…”

“Working on it, Yvette.”