Prequel

3 years ago (2 years after meeting the master)

The suite in the high-rise hotel was a haze of silk sheets and candlelight, the air thick with the musk of our passion from the dormitory night. I, Claire, lay tangled with Mia, our bodies still glowing from our Master’s enhancements—curves amplified, skin luminous, every touch electric. Mia’s blonde hair splayed across my chest, her green eyes meeting mine with a shared devotion, our marriage a blissful union born from that fateful enthrallment.

He stood at the window, his leather coat open, his obsidian eyes reflecting the city lights below. “My sweet thralls,” he purred, his voice a low vibrato that sent fresh wetness pooling between my thighs, the squelch audible as I shifted. “Now that you have graduated... I need a steady flow—fresh blood, fresh bodies, ripe for my claiming. You will be my hunters, luring them to me.”

Mia moaned softly, her hand sliding between my legs, fingers teasing my slick folds. “Yes, Master… we’ll give you everything.” I arched into her touch, my voice breathy, “We’ll find them… fuck them into submission for you.” He smiled, fangs glinting, and sealed his task with a kiss to each of us, his tongue tasting of blood and promise, leaving us gasping, our pussies throbbing.

We chose the skies. As flight stewardesses, we’d have access to endless victims—lonely travelers, businesswomen, adventurers—all confined, all ****. Our Master’s gift made training a breeze. Enhanced strength let us breeze through physical drills, our luminous skin and hypnotic charm bending instructors to our will. “You’re naturals,” the head trainer said, his eyes glazing as Mia brushed his arm, her voice a sultry whisper, “We aim to please.” I leaned in during simulations, my curves pressing close, sending telepathic flashes of ecstasy that left them stammering, signing off on our perfect scores. We graduated top of class, our uniforms hugging our bodies like second skin, ready to hunt.

Our first hunt came during trainee orientation in a sleek airline hotel. We targeted two—Sasha, a tall Russian with icy blue eyes and a lithe frame, and Zoe, a curvaceous Latina with dark waves and full lips. They were roommates, whispering about nerves and dreams. Mia and I invited them to our suite for “team bonding,” our charm weaving a spell from the start.

The room was dim, candles flickering, the air humming with anticipation. Sasha and Zoe sat on the couch, sipping wine we poured, their eyes already softening under our gaze. “Relax,” I purred, sitting beside Sasha, my hand grazing her thigh, sending a telepathic image of my tongue between her legs. She gasped, “Oh… what was that?” Mia leaned into Zoe, her fingers tracing her arm, projecting visions of us tangled, moaning. “Just a taste,” Mia whispered, “of what we can share.”

Sasha’s breath hitched, her icy blue eyes darkening, “I… I need more.” I kissed her, my tongue invading, her moan vibrating against my lips, “Mmm… yes, Claire.” Mia stripped Zoe’s top, sucking her nipple, Zoe’s cry a ****, “Unnh… Mia, fuck!” We switched, my fingers plunging into Sasha’s pussy, the wet squelch loud as she bucked, “Ohhh… deeper!” Mia’s tongue lapped Zoe’s clit, her moans rising, “Mmm… eat me, yes!” They came together, Sasha’s pussy gushing on my hand, “I’m cumming… fuck!” Zoe’s squirting onto Mia’s face, “Oh god… yes!”

We led them to the bed, their bodies trembling, ready for him. The door opened, his presence flooding the room—midnight air, metallic hunger.