The Vampires Are Drawn To Lois Lane's Feeding...And Are Aroused

The click of their heels on the cold floor told their coming. Lois Lane didn't care. Her stomach was bloated from her meal. The blood and meat seemed to fuel her transformation. She could feel the first fuzz of black fur push through her skin. Her ears itched where the cartilage grew, making them pointed. Her teeth sharpened as she scraped pink scraps of meat from bones.

"A new one," a feminine voice said behind her.

"Fledgling," another said.

"But where is your maker?" a third voice asked. "Where is our sister?"

Hands grabbed the reporter's neck and pulled her face away from the pig's carcass. Lois Lane stared up into the face of a luscious twenty-something Latina, the tips of fangs just visible on her pink-painted lips, the reporter's head squeezed between large breasts. The other vampires grabbed the reporter's arms.

"A little old," the vampire on Lois Lane's left said. "But cute."

"Hungry, too," the vampire on Lois Lane's right said. "See? The changes are already taking effect. The cat-DNA is expressing."

"She's probably feral with hunger," the Latina said. "Let's give her a little more blood..."

Gallon jugs of pig's blood lay at hand in the freezer. Yet that wasn't what the Latina meant. Lois Lane saw a pink tongue emerge from that mouth, white teeth bite into the flesh. Blood almost black beaded and dripped into the reporter's open mouth. Each drop burned like fire, and Lois swallowed convulsively.

Then the mouth closed in on her. A hot tongue squirmed in her throat, the bloody tongue oozing out its viral cargo. The vampires holding the reporter's arms pushed her hands up short skirts to bare pussies, and Lois felt her fingers slide up cold, cold slits as their moans filled the air.

Just for a moment, Lois Lane tasted the pleasures that immortality had to offer. An eternity of blood and lust, cold bodies frozen forever in the bloom of youth rubbing against each other. Drawn together by their shared needs and desires. A sorority of the damned.

Then Cheetah struck.