Lilithara's Expectation

Lilithara was still in Eclipse, enjoying her growing strength. The air in the room was thick and heavy, filled with the metallic smell of blood, the sweet, musky scent of sweat, cum, and lust—a intoxicating mixture that settled on her pale skin, making her fangs tingle, her pussy wet and throbbing. She felt the sunset—a cool, prickling sensation in her veins, as if the darkness was awakening, calling her children. The hunger of her children was omnipresent—she felt it like a pulsating network flowing through the city, their lust, their greed, their ecstasy. In the first night alone, she had added hundreds to her horde—young, old, women, men, even two Sailor Senshi now served her—and a third she had captured.

Her gaze fell on the bound Setsuna—her arms pulled left and right upward, fastened to the ceiling, the ropes cutting into her wrists, forcing her into a kneeling position, shoulders pulled back, chest thrust forward. Her torn Sailor uniform hung in shreds from her—the skirt hiked up, the blouse shredded, revealing her full breasts, nipples hard and red from friction. The vampires had been taking her for hours—one thrusting hard into her pussy, the wet slapping echoing through the room, another in her mouth, her throat gagging with each thrust, saliva and precum dripping over her chin, a third massaging his cock with her hand, which she involuntarily closed around it. Setsuna was already begging—“More… please… fill me…”—her voice rough, broken, her eyes glassy, tears running down her cheeks, but her body reacted greedily, her hips rising to meet the thrusts, her pussy glistening wet, her nipples throbbing. Lilithara had forbidden anyone to bite and fully transform her—Setsuna was to be infected, through the vampires' bodily fluids, their saliva, their cum, their juices. She was to be driven mad with lust until she begged, until she broke. And then Lilithara would take her.

Lilithara looked around further—vampires were fucking each other everywhere, in pairs, in groups, women with women, men with men. There were no boundaries anymore—young with old, it didn't matter. For her children, there was only the hunger for blood and sex. In one corner, she spotted Rina—being taken by three vampire men at once. One she rode wildly, her hips rising and falling, the wet smacking of her pussy loud and rhythmic; the second rammed his hard, cold cock into her ass, the slapping of his hips against her plump ass echoing through the room; she sucked greedily on the third's cock, her lips sealing tightly around it, her tongue swirling, saliva dripping from her chin. Rina was her first in this time—young and innocent, her blood even sweeter, and now she was one of her children forever, pale, perfect, greedy.

Lilithara looked on, enjoying the sights—the moaning, the smacking, the slapping, the smell of sweat, cum, and blood hanging heavy in the air. When she saw Ami, she grinned darkly—another one of the good ones, but now hers forever. Ami had been transformed, had drunk blood, transformed another—for her there was no going back. Ami was riding a vampire, her full breasts bouncing, her fangs flashing, her red eyes glowing with lust.

Lilithara felt the sunset—a cool tingling in her skin, a call in her blood. Soon the new night would begin, and she would have her entertainment. She had added hundreds in the first night. Now she felt the lust, the hunger of her children—and it grew. Tonight she would go hunting herself, join her children. She would find the remaining Sailor Senshi—and make them her daughters.

The sun set.

The horde awoke.

And Lilithara smiled.

Forever.