Kyle à la braise

You exit the bathroom. A new mission, a new assignment, getting one of those from the DSD would always make you feel exhilarated but this is different because there’s no more righteousness no more promise of eternal beatitude in the afterlife. Pleasure will come here and now.

Kyle is sitting on the edge of your couch looking blankly through the window as the night falls over the city. You walk behind him letting your fingers brush against the back of his neck. He shivers and you exult, it is going to be so easy. You sit by his side and **** your way into his arms curling up.

“Kyle, I hope this doesn’t bother you, I’m feeling so weak and scarred, what happened to us in the Carpathians was so terrifying.”

Kyle is uncomfortable but empathy, silly human empathy, forces his arms around your shoulders. You can feel his warm breath against your hair, his heart racing in his chest, just by your ear, his blood rushing through his body, a few inches away from your fangs. Your hand absent mindedly falls on his crotch. No pressure just the presence of your finger separated from his cock by a thin layer of fabric. You can feel him start to get hard.

You lay there by his side for a few minutes until he is ready. You lift your chin, push your hand down towards his rod and **** your lips against his.

“Jody, I mean agent Kai, I’m sorry but DSD regulations on fraternization between agents on mission is very strict, we have to adhere to it,” he says trying to push you away.

“Kyle, don’t be stupid, what is written on paper never survives the reality of the field, how do you think we survived through the Demon Wars? All the sex going on, all the temptation around and nothing to relieve the sexual tension, we needed clean partners and we had them at hand… Furthermore I just want some affection, some warmth to heat me up, I’m freezing.”

“It’s true, you’re very cold…”

And you start kissing again. Your hand unbuttons his pants slipping into his zipper and finding his manly hood. You bite his lip a bit harder as you stroke him. The coppery taste of innocent blood sends a powerful bolt of energy all over your body.

“Ouch.”

“Oh I’m sorry, I got a bit carried away,” you say licking a drop of his blood from your lips.

You stand up and let your clothes drop to the ground.

“Kyle?” you say tilting your head.

“Yes?”

“Could you please fuck me? I need it so bad.”

You pass hand over your white panties and show it to him glistening with your juices.

“Can you see how wet I am?” you say smearing your perfumed fingers over his lips and into his mouth.

He licks them submitted to the lust, perverted by your power. Not even taking you panties off you impale yourself on him. His dick fills you up. You ride him up and down, gently growling into his ear.

Your hunger is here and he is here and you strike.

“Kyle, will you be my pet?” you ask him to his ears as his blood abundantly pours out of his neck.

Between two moans he manages to say: “Yes, Mistress Jody, I’ll be your ****…”

You can feel the orgasm building up into your loins as you resume your drinking.

A wave of pleasure washes away the remnants of your humanity converting you into the most loyal human, well almost human, most faithful servant of your Lady Grace. He comes too hard and abundant into you.

Satisfied, you seat in the big chair. Your legs are tucked below you ass, his semen dripping on your ankles, his blood making patterns all over your face. He looks at you terrified.

“You’re mine now little pet. You might not realize it but soon you’ll be just like me, I know you still have some free will in you but you have to consider the fact that you’re going to become one of us very soon and that the DSD will not approve of it, they will probably turn you in a small guinea pig and then they will kill you. Do you want that or are you ready to accept the blessing of our Lady Grace full of pain on her throne of bodies?”