Minako's Awakening

Minako had found shelter in an apartment building from the sun. The building was empty—the residents fled or transformed—the doors locked, curtains drawn, the interior dark and stuffy. In her madness and hunger, she had attacked a man—an older one hiding in the apartment, his breath panicked, his sweat salty and fear-filled. She had bitten him—her new fangs sinking into his neck, the hot blood flowing over her tongue, sweet and metallic, making her shudder with pleasure. Now she was fully transformed, on all fours, while the man she had bitten had also transformed into a vampire—his skin turning pale, his muscles firmer, his cock huge, cold, hard.

He took her hard from behind now—fucking her for hours already, ramming his now enormous, cold cock deep inside her, the wet slapping of his hips against her plump ass echoing through the room, the smacking of her pussy filling the air. Minako came over and over—her pussy spasming around his shaft, a gush of wetness running down her thighs, dripping onto the floor, her red eyes glowing with ecstasy. Her now black hair with blonde streaks hung over her face, sticking sweat-soaked to her forehead; her full breasts bounced in rhythm with the thrusts, nipples hard and dark, throbbing with pleasure. She moaned loudly, begged for him to take her hard, fill her with his cum—“Harder… fill me… come inside me…”—and she came over and over, her body shuddering, sweat running over her pale skin, making her glisten, wet.

Slowly her mind cleared. The wild, chaotic images faded—she could hear the voices in her head more clearly now. So many—a chorus of hunger, lust, and devotion. But the loudest was Lilithara’s—deep, velvety, seductive, arousing immense lust in her, a hot pull in her lower belly that made her moan. She wanted to please her, serve her, bring her joy—Lilithara, her queen, her dark mother. And there was another voice—yes, a voice she knew: Ami’s voice. And she wanted Ami—she wanted to taste Ami’s pussy, plunge her tongue deep inside, lick, suck, hear Ami’s moans, drink her blood, their bodies

[merging.

In](http://merging.In) that moment, the man came again—and so did Minako. She growled deeply, animalistically, turned around—pushed the vampire to the ground, his body landing with a dull thud. She slid his hard, cold cock between her large, swollen breasts, massaged him with them—the nipples rubbing against his skin, hard and sensitive—sucked on the tip at the same time, tasted herself and his cum, sweet, salty, metallic, the cold precum running over her tongue, making her swallow greedily.

She still had hunger—a deep, burning desire within her that couldn’t be sated. But soon the sun would set—she felt it in her veins, a cool tingling announcing the night. And she would quench it—her hunger for more sex, whether man or woman, for blood, for transformation. She didn’t even notice that her heart no longer beat—she was only what she had become, and she liked it. She wanted more—much more.

The night came.

And Minako was ready.

Forever.