Catch up

When you wake up, the world around you explodes in a firework of sensations. Sounds, scents, colors and lights, everything is so amplified that you are **** to hide your eyes behind your arms.

With no visual stimuli, you can concentrate on keeping your other senses at bay.

A drop of cum slides out of your pussy rolling inside your butt crack. So delicious you have to burry your face deeper into your elbow to prevent a loud moan from passing your lips. Your first impulse is to collect it with your finger and taste it but then you realize that if you do that you will come so hard that you will have to start everything from scratch again, and you do not feel ready for that... yet.

You concentrate on the smell. Fresh herbs, sea salt, rotting fruit, a large variety of animals... a second drop of cum sliding again out of your cunt. This time you cannot hide the loud moan, the mini contraction of your pelvis and the roaring orgasm that envelops you. You bite your lip.

“Ouch!”

What was that? You touch around your mouth and find a pair of fangs where your canines were. And it all comes back to you. The encounter with you sister, Caroline and the mysterious cowboy, Quincey Morris... Why does that name ring a bell?

The deviousness, the ****, the bites. Of course, Quincey Morris, Lucy Westenra’s rejected suitor from Dracula. Shit...

You are a vampire. It scares you a bit.

You jump on your feet.

You are a vampire. You will have to kill to survive.

You look around you, appreciating the view, the new senses, the incredible feeling of power.

You are a vampire, that does not sound too bad.

In the distance you can hear a scream, you recognize the voice of Nicole.

Hum, maybe you can help. You would love to help, bite the bitch, suck her cunt... another troubling orgasm... suck her blood. Yes, that sounds totally appropriate. You lick your lips and start running towards the commotion.

You run and run and the speed and the freedom and the exaltation amazes you.

In no time, you reach a cliff. Nicole, back to the sea, doomed, is holding off the three other vampires with a torch. You do not slow down.

“I’ve got this,” you scream as you catch Nicole by the waist and jump into the sea.

The time stops for a second. Nicole is terrified. You look at each other. An instant of mutual understanding. You are her destiny, she is your dinner.

You grin as the sea rushes towards you. Before you reach the dark waters, you manage to sink your fangs into the recess of her neck. Your final thought as a servant is: “Our Mistress will be glad.”

And suddenly all the lights go out. The sea engulfs you both. Your first meal is the meal of a queen.