Lilithara’s Outlook

Lilithara stood on the roof of one of the taller buildings in the entertainment district. The wind brushed cool and damp across her pale skin, sending her long, raven-black hair billowing behind her like a dark veil and caressing the sensitive skin of her neck. Below her, the former amusement quarter lay shrouded in a haze of neon light, smoke, and the heavy, sweetish scent of sex, blood, and decay. Beside her sat a transformed girl, leaning closely against her body. Full, heavy breasts, a narrow waist that curved elegantly into wide, full hips, and long, glossy black hair cascading over her shoulders and back. With her long black nails the girl stroked her own skin with pleasure—slowly circling the hard, dark nipples, tugging lightly at them, trailing down over her stomach, and moaning softly, a throaty, hungry sound.

Lilithara gazed down at the brightly illuminated barricades. Shipping containers had been stacked across the streets, piled into makeshift walls that sealed every entrance to the district. Harsh searchlights cut through the darkness, casting hard white cones of light onto the asphalt. Men and women in immaculate white uniforms patrolled the tops of the containers, rifles at the ready, faces tense and alert. Every time one of her children tried to breach the barricades—whether in a wild sprint, a leap from the shadows, or a desperate assault—it was killed. A sharp shot, a cry, then silence. And in Lilithara’s mind a voice went dark. Sometimes several at once. A brief, painful tearing in her consciousness before the connection severed. It was annoying, but not unexpected.

Absently, Lilithara ran her fingers through the girl’s silky hair. The young vampire leaned into the touch with longing, closed her eyes, and sighed with pleasure, as if the gesture alone were enough to ease her hunger. Before her transformation she had been a little gray mouse—a shy student with thick glasses who mostly kept to herself, quiet and unremarkable, lost in books and shadows. Now she was hungry. Her senses were sharpened, her body perfect and greedy. She took what she needed: blood, a cock, or a pussy—it did not matter to her. Lust and blood drove her, along with the absolute, unyielding desire to serve her dark queen forever.

Lilithara could hear the girl’s voice clearly in her mind—aroused, impatient, filled with hot hope that she would soon be allowed to fuck again, to take a hard cock deep into her mouth, to suck, to taste, or to lick a wet pussy until the victim trembled and came. The girl’s thoughts were a constant, hungry whisper: Please… soon… I need it… I want it…

Lilithara smiled thinly, almost tenderly.

She considered.

The humans had achieved a great deal in her absence. Their technology was impressive, precise, and lethal. The weapons they used on the barricades were instantly fatal to her children—a hit to the heart or the head was enough, and the body crumbled to ash. There were billions of them on this world, and the spread of the horde was faster than in earlier centuries. Yet for all their progress, this world was corrupt and rotten to the core. Lilithara sensed the desires of the humans like a dense, sweet fog hanging over the entire city. Many hid them carefully behind façades of morality, propriety, and duty. Others were so corrupted that they willingly gave themselves to her children—they opened the door, offered their necks, spread their legs, begged for the bite. Something that would have been unthinkable in earlier times. Back then the Church had stood above everything and sent out its hunters to eradicate vampires without mercy. In this era the Church was weak, almost completely gone, a shadow of its former power.

This age, too, had its heroes. The so-called Sailor Senshi. The world was led by a queen—the Moon Queen, Neo-Queen Serenity. So far they had not been a real problem. Two of those warriors had already fallen. They now served Lilithara body and soul, living out their hunger and lust without restraint, taking and transforming whatever crossed their path. A third she held captive. For hours Setsuna had been taken, used, soaked in the cold juices of her children, penetrated by several at once, forced to suck, to moan, to beg. Lilithara’s venom should already have driven the warrior into a deep state of sexual abandon. She should be joining in wildly, surrendering, pleading for more. Yet Lilithara had strictly forbidden anyone to bite and fully transform her. This warrior was still useful—as a human. As living bait. As a trophy. Not as one of the undead.

Lilithara stroked the girl’s hair once more, slowly, feeling her press closer and moan softly. Then she looked down again at the glowing barricades. The night was young. The horde continued to grow, despite the losses. And soon she herself would act.

The girl’s voice whispered longingly and hotly in her mind.

Lilithara smiled, and her fangs flashed in the neon light.

“Soon,” she murmured softly into the night, her voice dark and full of promise.

“Very soon.”