The Brides

You walk into the crypt. It doesn't disappoint. Coffins line the walls. You make your way to where the heart of the array should be. As you feel the floor you see them.

Three women, a redhead, a blonde, and a raven tressed girl emerge from ornate coffins. Each girl is stunning, pale flawless skin, ruby red lips, large perky breasts. Their outfits leave little to the imagination and seem to be nothing more than translucent silk nightgowns.

Their beautiful bodies embolden the animal within you. You can feel it pacing within you, trying to burst forth. You growl.

Is there unison, in a voice with inhuman qualities, they whisper. "Come to us stranger. We can free of your curse. Come to us and know true pleasure."

At the sound of their voice your beast retreats. You hold the cross and slide your hands on the floor. You feel the edge of a trapdoor. You rush to find the handle.

They step toward you. They almost seem to float. Each bride smiles a sinister smile.

You pull open the trapdoor and see the heart of the array before you.

They move closer defying gravity, entwining their bodies in ways human lesbians could never have dreamed. You want them. At that moment your beast roars back, perhaps sensing the danger to its existence. You feel it's power. If you give in to it you will be an alpha, with a harem of girls like Tina.