Steamy business

“I think you told me something about a SPA, right? Is going back there an idea that could please your highness? Lots of flesh, lots of nakedness and possibly your clothes as well, how does that sound?”

“Great!” You tell your new favorite clown.

He walks you through various corridors, up and down many flights of stairs, making you realize that your futile escape attempt last night took you from one end of the ship to the other.

Despite the few people you cross path with, every human on your way is a new temptation, young, beautiful, full of life, of blood, covered in the aroma of last night excesses. Some got lucky, some did not, in both cases, they all, at some point of the night went through a moment of sexual exaltation and it seems that your new senses are particularly sensitive to such perfumes. More than a couple of times, you have to **** yourself not to just jump at the throat of a particularly good looking stud or a nice little brunette covered in the scent of no less than four different sexual partners... male and female... impressive. Mentally, you take note of the room she steps in.

You finally reach the SPA facilities.

Rebecca is back behind her counter putting up her best human disguise. She greets you with a very professional smile.

“Good morning, how can I be of service?” Her smile turns nasty, resentful even, when she recognizes you, “Ah Samantha! I see you’ve come to your senses. Welcome to the Horde! I think you were really lucky it wasn’t me who caught you.”

“Ah Rebecca! Queen bitch of the warm baths! You were a cunt before turning and now you’re the cunt to end all cunts...” JP pauses to put on his clown nose, “but I must confess that this bothers me a lot less now than it did before. Now, me and my sweet Princess here will require two things from you: one, the lockers Master key to get Sam her things back and two, if you would be so kind, as to point us in the direction of the sweetest most desirable pile of moisturizing, sweating or just relaxing flesh you might have in this putrid cesspool you dare call a SPA...”

Rebecca rummages around one of the drawers below her counter and hands JP a white card with the Caron logo.

“I could trade you this for your cock in my ass but I know you’d enjoy it too much. So I’ll just give it to you. You see, you little prick, I can be nice too. As for the meat, you have ample choice, we have a full house this afternoon. Now, if I were you, I’d start with the sauna. I took my lunch break there and I doubt she stays put for too long.”

JP bows down, takes the keycard and enters the facilities. He walks to the man’s changing room and winks at you.

“If your highness gives this humble knight the time to get out of his shining armor...”

Less than a minute later, he comes out free of his bartender uniform only wearing a large white towel wrapped around his waist. A nice tent decorates it. The trademark red nose has not left his face.

“Slow cooking then?” He asks you.

You nod smiling and take the lead towards the Sauna. The first cabin is empty, the delightful stench coming from it makes you suspect that it was here that Rebecca had her lunch. The second cabin is already taken by Rebecca’s last victim and a large shouldered and big dicked dark haired stud. The new blonde vampire has her victim sitting, back against the wooden wall. Sloppy, her jaw covered in his blood, she slides up and down the nice sized pole. Her asshole, facing you, is dripping cum. JP licks his lips and shrugs.

“We said girl, let’s stick to girls,” he says.

The third cabin is the charm. A couple of blonde nymphs are enjoying the overheated atmosphere with a simple towel covering their so desirable nakedness. You step in and silently take a seat across from them. They barely acknowledge your presence already too far gone in the slumberous atmosphere. Two rhythmic thuds in four tones invade your senses. It takes you a full minute to realize that the sound does not come from one of the many dance floors of the ship but from the two beauties across from you. You pussy, already quite damp fills with yet another wave of moist pleasure.

“My princess,” JP whispers, “I will grant you the honor of drawing first blood.”

Probably disturbed by the exchange, one of the girls flips her lids open and seals her fate. She will be your first. Her grey and blue eyes, almost translucent, fascinate you.

You are not in control anymore, all you can do is witness, passenger in your own body, as you sit by her side, muffle her protest with a hand, tilt her face to a side and slowly sink your fangs into the sweaty flesh of her neck.

She jerks, possibly of pain, probably in pleasure too, and unwillingly kicks her friend.

“Cynthia! What the hell... Lady! What the fuck are you doing? Is that blood?”

It is. Blood, filling your mouth, cascading down your throat, overflowing from your lips, pouring down her friend’s back, trailing down her chest, between her tits all the way down to her trimmed bush. Blood, the most unique nectar you ever tasted.

The second girl starts screaming.

“Don’t scream gentle lamb, it’s too late for Cynthia and it’s too late for you. If you scream, you won’t be able to enjoy the process.”

The girl squeals.

“Hum, delicious little lamb. You see, that was quite pleasant, wasn’t it?”

The girl’s scream has turned into a series of chuckles of pure bliss.

“Do you want this sad clown to bite you again, little lamb?”

“Hum, yes,” the second girl manages to say.

“If so, I am afraid you will have to do something for me. You see this proud and hard bulge on my towel?”

“Hum... yes...”

“I won’t lie to you. This is kind of problem. A problem that needs to be taken care off. A grown little lamb like you must have seen others and I’m sure that you know how to handle such problems, right?”

“Hum, yes...”

“Great then, so if you take care of it, I might decide to bite you again, but you’d better be good at it. Now, give me your hand... right, put it here... there you go, that’s a nice touch you have there...”

All this background noise barely distracts you from your own blonde but as the source runs dry, JP’s rambling starts to take a very enticing turn.

You finally let go of the salty neck and, gently letting the dead girl in your arms lay on the bench, you look at your surroundings. Apparently, the hand job has turned into a blowjob. The second blonde, spreading JP’s legs with her hands, is deep throating him. Your best clown, lower half of his face painted in blood, is resting his head, eyes closed, against the wooden wall. Some coagulated blood still decorates the girl’s neck around the two round wounds but the crimson source seems to have run dry.

You crawl off your bench and climb on the girl’s back. She shivers as you wrap yourself around her. You are about to strike when JP stops you with a hand on your forehead.

“Princess of mine, I plead you to let this white little lamb finish,” he pauses thinking, “better still, I would not mind having you giving her a hand... would that suit your royal highness?”

“Well of course loyal knight! Let me take care of thy thick sword...”

He chuckles as you gently push the blonde away from his rod and take her place, sliding the sword in the cold sheath of your mouth. Reaching all the way down you push your fangs inside his flesh.

“Glorious Princess, I knew you would not let me down!” he says coming hard and plentiful inside your throat.

You swallow and turn to the second blonde.

“Fancy a bite?” you ask her with an evil grin.

***

“Princess of mine, I think it’s time to go, don’t you?”

“I don’t know,” you answer letting the second blonde fall to the ground.