Old flame in fangs

Bryce hesitates outside the co-ed bathroom, the rhythmic moans growing louder. His curiosity wins out, and he presses his ear against the door. The wet slap of skin-on-skin echoes inside, followed by a woman’s breathless whimper. His pulse quickens as he reaches for the handle—just as the door creaks open on its own. Inside, Heather kneels on the tiled floor, her dark hair tangled, lips parted in a dazed smile. Professor Victor grips her hips from behind, his thrusts deep and possessive. This turns him on and he heads to his old flames room, cortney McElroy, she has dirty blonde hair, , and he hasnt talked to her in a few years, bit he saw that she went hear as well

Bryce hesitates outside Cortney’s door, his pulse throbbing in his throat. The muffled sound of a shower running seeps through the wood—steady, rhythmic, almost taunting. His knuckles hover just inches from the door when it creaks open on its own, revealing a sliver of steam and the sharp scent of lavender body wash. Cortney stands there, a towel barely clinging to her damp frame, droplets tracing the curve of her collarbone. Her eyes widen for half a second before recognition flickers—then something darker. A smirk.

Cortney - "Bryce," she breathes,

fingers tightening on the edge of the towel

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Bryce- Hi, Cortney... sorry," Bryce mutters,

shifting awkwardly as the towel slips just a fraction lower on her hip. Cortney tilts her head, her smirk deepening.

Cortney - "For what? Stalking me, or just being predictable?"

She steps back, leaving the door open—an invitation or a trap, he isn’t sure. Bryce swallows hard as he steps inside, the door clicking shut behind him. The shower still runs in the connected bathroom, steam curling into the dorm room. Cortney’s fingers toy with the edge of her towel, teasing the fabric loose.

Cortney- "You always did have bad timing," she murmurs,

backing toward the bed. " Heather's moans still coming from the other side of the bathroom muffled but unmistakable—raw, rhythmic, dripping with submission. The sound sent an illicit thrill through Bryce as he stood frozen in Cortney’s dorm, the steam from bathrooms shower clinging to her skin. Cortney watched him, her smirk turning wicked. There was something different about her now—something alluring in the way her fingers traced the edge of the towel, not quite holding it up, not quite letting it fall. A confidence that hadn’t been there before, a hunger in her gaze that made his throat dry.

Cortney- "You’re staring," she murmured, voice low.

Bryce’s eyes flickered down, catching the faint bruises along Cortney’s collarbone, almost like a bite of somesort His breath hitched.

Cortney- "You like what you see?"

Cortney taunted, tilting her chin up. With a slow, deliberate motion, she let the towel slip to the floor. The was another set of marks were on her breasts, bite marks along the curve of one nipple. Bryce’s pulse pounded in his ears. Someone had been rough with her. Too rough. But Cortney didn’t look afraid.

Cortney stepped closer, her bare skin glistening under the dim dorm light. The bite marks stood out like violent badges—someone had claimed her, way her hips swayed told him she hadn’t resisted. "You’re not the only one who’s been busy," she purred, dragging a finger down his chest. The shower still hissed in the background, steam thickening the air between them. Bryce caught her wrist, thumb pressing into her pulse.

Bryce - "Who did this to you?" Cortney laughed—a low, throaty sound—and leaned in, her breath hot against his ear.

Cortney - ...professor.Victor ..

...ser the thing is, he is vampire

Bryce’s grip on her wrist loosened instinctively, his pulse hammering against his ribs. The steam from the shower curled around them, thick and suffocating, as Cortney’s words slithered into his mind like a serpent.

Bryce - "You’re joking."

Cortney laughed again, this time with a dark edge that sent a shiver down his spine as his hand let go of her wrist.Cortney’s laughter died as the moans from the adjoining bathroom twisted into something sharper—a gasp, Heather’s voice. Bryce stiffened, his blood running cold despite the heat of the room. Cortney’s smirk returned, but her eyes were glazed, almost femoaning.

Cortney - "Sounds like he is turning Heather right now," she murmured,

dragging a fingertip down Bryce’s chest.

Cortney- "Heather’s gonna be beautiful when shes one, Victor doesn’t like to wait once he’s chosen someone."

The shower’s spray muffled another sound—a choked whimper, then blissful moanig.

Bryce’s breath came ragged as Cortney pressed closer, her bare skin chilled against him. The shower cut off abruptly—silence, then the slick sound of wet footsteps on tile. Cortney’s lips brushed his earlobe.

Cortney - "sHe knows you’re here," she whispered.

The bathroom door groaned open. Heather staggered out, dripping, her pupils blown wide—black swallowing blue. Fresh puncture wounds glistened at her throat. She swayed, drunk on the change already twisting through her, and licked a drop of blood from her lower lip.

Cortney - "Now fuck us, Bryce... mmmm... so she can turn me as she promised after feeding on me in the shower only moments before you came by."

Bryce’s breath hitched as Cortney pressed against him, her chilled skin a stark contrast to the feverish heat radiating from Heather’s newly turned body. Heather swayed closer, her movements unnaturally fluid, her lips parted in a predator’s grin. A thin trail of blood still trickled from the twin punctures on her throat, glistening under the dim dorm light.

Bryce’s hands trembled as Heather closed the distance between them, her fangs glinting in the low light. Cortney’s grabbed his shoulders, urging him toward the bed. "

She needs to taste you first," Cortney breathed,

her voice thick with anticipation. "

Cortney- Then she’ll bite me... and you’ll watch.me turn, then I'll turn you

Heather’s fingers—cold, too cold—slid beneath Bryce’s shirt, her lips brushing his jugular.Heather's fangs grazed Bryce's throat—sharp, teasing—as Cortney's nails dug into his shoulders. The air thickened with the metallic tang of blood and something darker, primal. Bryce gasped as Heather's tongue flicked over his pulse point before she suddenly pulled back, her dark eyes gleaming with hunger.

Heather - "Not yet," she murmured,

her voice velvet and dangerous.

Heather - "First, you'll watch."

Cortney moaned, arching against Bryce as Heather turned her attention to her, fingers tangling in Cortney's damp hair.

Heather - "You wanted this,"

Heather whispered before sinking her teeth into Cortney's exposed neck.Cortney’s back arched as Heather’s fangs plunged deeper, her body caught between pain and euphoria. A guttural moan tore from her throat, fingers clawing at Bryce’s arms as the venom burned through her veins—a sweet, searing fire rewriting her very flesh. Heather withdrew with a wet gasp, her lips smeared crimson. Cortney shuddered, pupils dilating into black pools as her canines elongated, pressing sharp against her own lips. Bryce watched, transfixed, as Cortney’s skin paled to an eerie luminescence, her breath coming in ragged, needy pants.

Cortney’s newly formed fangs scraped Bryce’s collarbone as she pushed him backward onto the bed. Her movements were jerky—untamed hunger warring with lingering humanity—as she climbed atop him, the towel falling away completely. Heather watched from the foot of the bed, licking Cortney’s blood from her fingers with slow, deliberate strokes.

Heather - “Don’t hold back,” she purred. “The venom... it makes everything more.”

Bryce groaned as Cortney ground against him, her hips rolling in a rhythm that was half-desperation, half-instinct., ash she tore away his clothing.Naked and thrusting her cunt against him, Cortney’s transformed body moved with predatory hunger—no longer human hesitation, just the slick, relentless friction of her need. Her fangs grazed his shoulder as she rode him, her moans guttural, her hips pistoning faster. Heather’s laughter curled through the room, low and wicked

Heather - . “Good,” she murmured,

crawling onto the bed behind Bryce, her cold hands sliding up his chest.

Heathr- “But she’s not the only one who gets to play.”

Her tongue dragged up his spine before her teeth nipped at his earlobe.Bryce arched beneath them, caught between Cortney’s feverish rhythm and Heather’s icy touch. Cortney’s nails raked down his chest as she leaned in, her breath hot against his mouth. “

Cortney - You feel it, don’t you?” she panted,

her voice already deeper, rougher with the change.

Cortney - “my need of you to sedate my urgrs—the way it burns.”

Her hips snapped harder, her slick heat clenching around him as her fangs scraped his lower lip. Heather’s hands slid around Bryce’s throat from behind, not squeezing—just holding. A threat. A promise.