Mary is right, why delay the inevitable?

The large room you step in has its walls covered in red drapes sporting yellow burning glyphs. The vampires are lying on a large couch.

As you slowly walk towards them you can admire them in all their magnificence. Mary’s naked body is revealed to you in its absolute perfection, her ample breasts frozen in time and beauty by the bite you will soon receive, her pink little pussy pulsating with lust and glimmering in the dimmed light the room. The bite marks on Susan’s breast are already closing leaving two tiny dark holes in her delicious white skin. Mary’s still stroking her new minion’s intimacy, parting her tender lips while fingering her hole with a third finger. The four red eyes seem to be scrutinizing your very soul, stripping you of any inhibition. When finally you’re at hands reach of the goddesses in front of you, you start undressing obeying a silent order. Susan seems eager to start leaving bloody marks of her hunger all over your warm skin but Mary holds her back.

“Shush my child,” she says intensifying her pumping on your former friend’s intimacy, “let her give us a little show, excitement makes the blood so much tastier.”

Now naked, you start running your hands voluptuously over the parts of your body you’d like your new masters to desecrate: your neck, your breasts, your belly, your thighs, your drenched nooks. You turn around: your back, your ass… Bending over and grabbing your ankles you feel a pair of cold hands gently falling on your buttocks. Grabbing it, massaging it, Mary’s fingers slide through your crack, teasing your asshole, pushing down between your legs and finally penetrating your pussy. You moan. Like an umbrella, the three fingers inside you spread, reaching for every fold, every inch of sensitive recess. You pant. Mary’s free hand finds its way to the back of your skull clamping it with strength. She starts pumping. You fall on all four. Soon you scream, squirting your pleasure all over Mary’s forearm. In front of you, Susan has appeared. Her drenched hole, hovering just above your nose, is begging for you to lick it. You accept the privilege and start exploring your friend’s intimacy with your tongue. Her cold juices pouring down your cheeks, you both reach the orgasm simultaneously. Mary’s hand still under your hair forces your head up. She licks your lips, wiping them of Susan’s delicious gravy. Once this is done she guides to the couch, spreading your legs.

“Now my child, you can have her, she’s all yours!”

Susan’s face is deformed, the pleasure and the bloodlust have wiped any trace of humanity from her features. She rushes in, fangs gleaming with saliva. The bliss of the first bite is exquisite, supreme. The pleasure of the fangs tearing through your skin is such that you’re not able to scream anymore. Mary tilts your head. You welcome the wonders of her fangs.

Not so far away your fiancée falls asleep. Overwhelmed with pleasure, your last human thought is not even for him.

You die.

You wake up to the pleasant feeling of your asshole being properly explored by an avid tongue. The newly formed fangs in your mouth ache for flesh, warm human flesh.