Love Bites

Sensibility had been tossed out the window. An overriding desire to fuck, consume and breed had dazzled the minds of those in the room. Vanessa and the two sisters had been swept back into the main cluster of bodies. It seemed that others were eager to assist, putting their mouths to work to clean Vanessa’s abused body.

Already John was growing restless. His cock was hard and his balls abnormally swollen. He needed a new body to release into. Now.

As if sensing his need, two figures dutifully rose from the mess of bodies. One was a blonde. Her body was familiar to him, toned and supple, with modest but perky breasts. John’s eyes landed on the mound of gold between her legs. She pulsed with a need for him. The other was unfamiliar, pale skin wrapped tightly around an athletic build. Her chest was slight, but by no means unworthy of admiration — and waist down her figure was nothing but fun. Comely hips gave way to slender legs, given distinct definition by years of athletics. John licked his lips as the two girls waltzed towards him.

“You were looking lonely, darling,” Red grinned as she climbed into his embrace, giving him a tender nip on the nose as she did.

“Not anymore,” John laughed in reply, returning her affections even while his eyes turned towards her companion. “There’s no need to look so embarrassed,” he said, openly ogling her figure as he gestured for her to come closer.

“I’m a lesbian,” Samantha blurted out, naked before him. It was clear from the hunger and lust that crazed her eyes she was having trouble expressing herself clearly. “I mean… uhm-”

“Not after tonight,” John replied with a stone face and gestured to the cock that extended twelve inches towards her.

The girl nodded her head in reply, accepting his words as fact as she shuffled closer. “I-I want to give it another go… doing it with another guy… with you,” Sam murmured, her uncharacteristically demure attitude a strange juxtaposition to how bare her body was before him.

Red gave a reassuring nod and took the girl’s hand before gently urging her into John’s lap. Her eyes never left John, who likewise never stopped smiling at her. There was nothing more he wanted right now than to fuck her senseless and make her one of his girls. Yet a nagging part in the back of his head called for a more considerate approach, especially given how serious he was about making her his. “You know it’s okay if you top, right? Take charge, go at whatever pace you want. I don’t mind,” he assured her.

“Really?” Sam blinked in surprise. “All things considered, I had you pegged as a guy that needs to be in charge…” She gestured around the room.

“It is certainly nice,” John agreed. “But really, so long as my dick gets wet, I’ll be happy,” he laughed.

“I was about to call you strange, but ultimately you’re pretty typical, I guess,” Sam laughed. “But, thanks… I think this’ll be fun.”

“You’re not having fun already?” John said with mock dismay.

“With all these beautiful babes to feast my eyes on? I’m in heaven,” Sam smirked.

“Then you and I are of similar mind,” John agreed. “But right now… I want to feast upon the beautiful babe sitting in my lap.” John winked at Sam before glancing towards Red. “And darling, my mouth can be wherever you want it to be.”

“Hmm, tempting.” Red grinned. “But I think I’d rather watch Sam ride herself silly on you first. We can have fun after.”

“Then without further ado…” Sam shuffled in John’s lap and place a tentative hand on his dick. John’s breath hitched as she did, hypersensitive as he was right now. “Been a while since I held one of these and it wasn’t silicone…” the raven haired girl mumbled as she began to gently stroke up and down his shaft. “It’s warm and — god — it’s pulsing!”

“Keep going,” John urged, humping into her palm as she began to speed up her efforts.

Samantha’s hips began to buck against his thigh, soaking his leg in the juices pouring from her slick cunt. John, unable to help himself, massaged the toned muscles of her ass, encouraging her further up his leg until she was pressed snuggly against him. The texture of her nipples rubbing against his chest with every heave of her breath drew his attention. One hand snaked up her waist to seize a breast in his palm and gently squeeze as if evaluating the ripeness of a fruit.

Sam moaned in loud approval of his efforts, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. They were strangely bloodshot. A deep lattice of veins had been revealed in the whites of her eyes, seemingly spilling into her crystal blue irises and tinting them crimson. It was beautiful, in an almost unnerving way. A side effect of the ****, maybe? He didn’t have long to look, however, as Sam’s face pushed forward to capture his lips with her own. Her hesitation was swiftly dissipating as her tongue slyly brushed against his own, before she switched it up and gently nibbled on his lip.

“Fuck,” John mumbled into her mouth. “You’re a good-” He couldn’t complete the sentence before a sharp sting startled him out of the kiss.

-1 HP

He felt a few drops of blood trickle down his chin before Gamer’s Body sealed the wound.

“Fuck, sorry!” Sam winced, the hand on his cock slowing its pace as she looked at him with concern. “I… man, I didn’t realise my teeth were so sharp.”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” John shrugged and moved to wipe the blood away.

“Here, let me,” Sam interjected, reaching a hand towards his chin. She paused, her hand wavering an inch away from his skin.

“Sam?” John frowned as he peered curiously at her.

The girl’s expression was strangely glazed over as she took several deep breaths. Slowly, her face inched forward before lapping up the thin trail of blood with a long and sensuous lick from John’s jaw to his bottom lip. As she pulled away, Samantha let out a violent shudder. One hand clenched tightly around his shaft while the nails of her other hand dug into his shoulder. A deep and bestial moan escaped her mouth as her eyes flashed crimson and her back arched, and John felt a torrent of femcum blast against his leg. The resulting splash soaked their groins as well as her hand which still tightly gripped John’s cock.

“Bloody… fucking… hell,” Sam groaned as her orgasm faded and she slumped against him. “You taste so damn good…” Her warm breath tickled the skin on his neck.

“Those words have been used to describe my cum… but not my blood,” John replied with bemusement.

“Are you alright, Sam?” Red voiced, removing two fingers from her pussy and leaning forward to look at the girl’s face. “Huh… I thought you smelled a bit strange.”

“I feel great, why?” Sam beamed back before her brow slowly furrowed. “Wait… oh god… did I just…” The girl began to squirm in John’s lap again. “I’ve never… fuck, now you’re gonna think I’m some kind of freak-”

Red shushed her, placing a finger against the raven-haired girl’s lips. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. If it helps make you feel better, I’m a bit of a biter myself,” Red laughed suggestively as lupine ears sprouted from her head and a golden tail coyly swished behind her back.

Sam blinked at Red with incomprehension. “Those props look really cute on you,” she hummed, causing Red to burst into a fit of laughter.

“Props? Gosh, we really are drunk out of our skulls right now…”

John wasn’t really sure he followed what was going on with Sam. But Red seemed to think everything was okay, so who was John to argue? All he knew was that he desperately needed to cum like Sam just had. He let out a small groan as he began to buck into her fist again, urging her to resume their play.

Sam obliged without comment. The lattice of veins in her eyes glowed dully now, radiating hunger as she stared at John. One hand eagerly massaged his shaft, using her own cum as a lubricant to aid in her ministrations. The other lightly measured the weight in his balls, delighting in how heavy and full they were. “Cum for me, Newman,” Sam cooed, licking her lips in anticipation. You wouldn’t have guessed the girl eagerly grinding her groin into his lap had been a bonafide lesbian a few hours ago.

John only lasted a few seconds longer. Sam let out a surprised cry as his cock swelled in her fist and the first geyser launched skyward. Cum coated both their bodies in aggressive bursts, splashing across Sam’s breasts and leaving thick ropes on her face and hair as cum rained back down. Several globules landed on John’s face, and much more pooled at his groin, mixing with Sam’s cum.

The raven-haired girl’s nostrils flared as the smell of his spunk assaulted her sinuses. Not even the slightest hint of revulsion crept onto her face, rather the girl was almost salivating at the smell and sensation of the thick globules soaking into her skin. Her tongue idly licked around her lips, capturing what she could while her hands blissfully spread the rest across her body before rubbing enthusiastically between her legs with spunk-soaked fingers. Samantha was a mess and he loved it.

John felt a pair of breasts press against his back and an arm wrapped around his waist. “I know I said I’d watch, darling… but the smell… Fenrir help me, I can’t resist anymore,” she sighed, leaning over his shoulder and lapping at the cum on his cheek. Her entire body bucked against him uncontrollably.

“If one of you doesn’t jump on this cock now, I’m going to lose all self-control,” John warned through gritted teeth.

Without hesitation, Sam lined herself up before skewering herself cleanly upon him. They both cried out in ecstasy, climaxing immediately at their union. “Fuck, fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuuuuuck,” Sam cried, reduced to a mumbling mess — just as Vanessa had as John pumped senseless volumes of cum into her wanting womb. Samantha’s lean and athletic figure began to plumpen and bulge and stretch as more and more cum filled her. But neither of them were satisfied.

Sam began to roughly bounce on top of him, while John obliged and thrust into her. With every movement, the cum in Sam’s stomach churned delightfully. All the while Red smothered them in adoring kisses, while her hands switched between eagerly massaging John’s balls, groping Sam’s ass and thighs, or playfully running her fingers along the bulge of Sam’s growing belly. Weariness was finally beginning to show itself in Sam, as she slumped forward, her arms wrapping around John’s shoulders in an attempt to keep herself upright. How her body had faired up until now was beyond mundane explanation. Then again, nothing about their circumstances was normal.

“John…” she moaned into his neck. He shivered as he felt her teeth scraping along his skin. “I need…” Sam trailed off as her teeth sunk into his skin. Her canines were far longer than they had any right to be.

John’s body tensed. But the initial pain was swiftly swept away, overtaken by a burning but not unpleasant tingle that brought him to a mellow high. ‘Oh, I see… she’s a vampire,’ was the lost thought his lust-addled brain could muster before pleasure completely overtook him.

The creature left behind could hardly be called human. It fucked and abused the bitches at its whim, spreading its seed and howling in the throws of rapture. God knows what the neighbours heard. It was a vicious cycle: with every thrust the creature’s Fucking and Fluency skills steadily gained in levels, intensifying the pleasure and driving the room deeper into the abyss of rapture.

The two spectral voyeurists, **** to relive the scene, were likewise whipped into a frenzied state. It was a **** struggle to compose a complete thought, let alone remember the mission that had originally brought them to the Astral Plane. “Oh, John…” the seer wailed through their mental connection. “I-I can’t…” Her thoughts and feelings were so fiercely assaulted by pleasure she couldn’t even finish them. Her spectral form shimmered and shook and she lurched forward into him.

“Wha-” John’s question was lost as he felt his own Astral form give way to hers. And suddenly she was inside him. And he in her. What was previously two distinct forms was now a single amorphous mess, as their atoms - or whatever their Astral projections were composed of - danced among one another. The screaming pleasure John felt became a blazing roar as their minds melded.

In an instant John experienced all that Lorelei was. He saw a little blonde girl with bright blue eyes eagerly taking in all that there was to the world. He saw a teen, hunched in the corner of a cellar, clutching at empty sockets where her eyes had once been. He saw a woman’s face; perfect beauty, with blazing gold eyes and vibrant green hair. He saw a young man with messy brown hair and striking blue eyes; his handsome face framed by a glorious golden glow. He recognised the Lady’s touch, and felt the budding bloom of attraction. Pain, pleasure, loneliness, joy. Countless sensations assailed John as he tangled with Lorelei. But even drowning in the midst of such a spiritual tidal wave, John could feel a bond forming with Lorelei. One that would never break.