Minako's Hunt (continued)

Minako stood between the door and the two girls, who had retreated in panic to the very last corner of the room. They kept glancing fearfully back and forth between Minako and their father lying on the floor, who kept twitching and groaning. His skin had already turned pale, almost translucent in the weak light of the streetlamp filtering through the half-drawn curtains. His nails were turning black and lengthening slowly—they grew with a faint, crunching sound, like fingernails scraping over wood. His fingers kept spasming, the muscles under his skin twitching, as if his body was fighting the transformation—and at the same time craving it. His breathing came in gasps, his heartbeat—still present, but slower—pounded loudly in Setsuna’s ears, a weak, irregular drumming that would soon fall silent.

Minako licked the remnants of the man’s blood from her full lips—her tongue slowly gliding over her lower lip, still tasting the sweet, metallic flavor, warm and thick. She moaned softly—a deep, husky sound that echoed through the room. “That was already good,” she whispered, her voice deep and seductive, “but your blood will be sweeter. But not so fast… we wait until he has fully transformed… and for which of you two he will decide. The other one belongs to me.”

From the former Sailor Senshi Venus, nothing seemed to remain—no compassion, no kindness, only her hunger and lust were left, a burning, all-consuming fire in her red eyes that glowed in the half-darkness like

[embers.

In](http://embers.In) the background, the father of the two women groaned—from his age nothing more could be seen. When he sat up, he looked younger: his hair raven-black and full, his skin pale and extremely muscular, the muscles tensing under the skin, veins standing out darkly. His eyes glowed in an unnatural red, just like Minako’s. She could now hear the voice in her head—hungry, wild, and completely unrestrained, freshly transformed. He would bite and take everything he encountered. It would take a while for his mind to calm and become clear like Minako’s, but right now he was pure greed.

He stood up, his eyes fixing on the two young women. Minako turned to him, smiled darkly. “Welcome, brother,” she whispered, stepped in front of him and ran one of her long black nails over the man’s shirt and pants—cutting them right off his body. The fabric fell in shreds to the floor, revealing his now muscular, pale body—broad shoulders, defined abs, a hard, huge cock already throbbing and glistening. She looked at him, then reached down and grasped his hard, large shaft, massaged it, spread the precum over his shaft and her fingers, felt the cold, pulsing flesh in her hand, the veins twitching under her touch.

The newborn vampire growled deeply—an animalistic, guttural sound that vibrated through the room—grabbed Minako firmly by her full ass, pulled her to him and licked across her neck—his tongue cold and rough, leaving a wet trail that tingled and burned. Minako turned her head and looked at the two young women, her red eyes glowing. “Time for us to play,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.

She released herself from him and nodded. The former father of the young women growled and went toward them. He grabbed the first girl—long brown hair falling messily over her face, a delicate body with small, firm breasts outlined under the tight sweater, jeans hugging her narrow hips. She screamed: “No, Papa, no!” But he was already tearing her clothes off—fabric ripped with a sharp sound, buttons flew off and clinked to the floor. He pressed her against the wall, his cold hands digging into her hips, and bit into her small left breast—his fangs piercing the skin, warm blood flowing over his lips, dripping to the floor, smelling sweet and metallic. The girl screamed loudly—a high, panicked cry—but after seconds it turned into moaning. Her skin began to slowly turn pale, her eyes glowed red, her movements became greedy. When he grabbed her thighs and pushed himself between them, she willingly spread her legs wider. He thrust his cold, hard cock into her in one go and began fucking her hard—the wet slapping of his hips against hers echoed through the room, her moaning grew louder, more animalistic. Meanwhile she began to transform: her eyes slowly turned red, her small breasts swelled, became fuller, her waist narrower, her ass fuller, her nails turned black and long. She pressed herself firmly into her former father’s thrusts, moaned loudly and screamed as her teeth formed into fangs, begging for him to fuck her harder, to fill her.

Minako watched aroused—her pussy throbbed, wetness running down her thighs, the scent of her own arousal rising to her nose, sweet and musky. Then the second young woman—blonde, a bit smaller, with soft curves, large eyes and a fearful face now streaked with tears. She sat in the corner, knees drawn up, arms wrapped around herself, and watched in shock as her sister transformed before her eyes into a vampire and was taken hard by her former father. Minako grinned and said darkly: “Don’t be afraid… you’re next. I’ll lick your tender pussy wet… and drink from you right there!”

She stepped forward—slowly, fluidly, her red eyes glowing. The second woman backed away, but there was no escape. Minako smiled—her fangs flashing.

The night was young.

And Minako was hungry.

Forever.