Join her.

“I, um, I’ll join you. If you promise to take down the dark-ahhh,” you gasp as she plunges her fangs into your neck. Her movement was a blur, you were staring into her eyes one moment and the next you were watching her sun hat fall to the ground behind her. You can feel the heat leaving your body as the vampire sucks on your neck. You try to push her away, but she’s much stronger than you and your strength fades with every passing second.

She pulls away from your neck, she brings your hand to her mouth. She engulfs your ring finger in her mouth, her lips wrapped around the silver ring. She drags your hand away, the ring sliding off your finger. She spits the ring into her hand, looking it over. She tosses it over her shoulder, and to your surprise it clings as it lands in a glass next to her seat.

Her kiss is intoxicating, your mouth filling with a sweet metallic taste. All of your worries fade away. The dark king, monster invasion, or the future of humanity, none of it matters. All that matters now is her, the Mistress. She pulls away, breaking the locking of lips. You stare into her mesmeric eyes, when you see a flash of color over her shoulder. The pink and black fabric floats to the ground. Is that your clothes?

You look down to see your nude form. But before you can even react the vampire’s tongue is back in your mouth, her strong hands grabbing your behind, lifting you off the ground and carrying you across the patio. She sets you down in a chair, before kissing her way down your body. She takes a second to suck on your nipple, you can feel her fangs pressed against your skin as she sucks.

Her fingers slide across your dripping crotch, every touch sending out waves of pleasure. You bite your lip and are surprised to feel an unfamiliar pressure. You run your tongue through your mouth and you're surprised to feel that your canines have grown. They're not as long as the Mistress’s but they seem to still be growing.

You gasp as the vampire’s tongue runs along your slit. Your fascination with your growing fangs gone, as once again the Mistress’s touch is all that matters. Your hands instinctively grasp the head between your legs, her carefully constructed bun falls apart at your touch, sending her hair tumbling down her back.

Your moans fill the night air. You notice Jen laying atop Sarah on a table. Your two close friends are entwined in an intimate embrace. Your legs quiver as the Mistress continues her oral servicing. You occasionally feel her fangs scrape along your skin. You feel your strength returning, the Mistress had sucked it from your neck and was giving it back through your crotch. Your fangs continue to grow as your orgasm approaches ever closer.

You can hear your friends moaning and giggling from the nearby table, the orgy sounds coming from inside, and the sexual sounds of the vampire between your legs. You grip the raven hair in your hands as you’re pushed over the edge. Your core tightens as your hips hump at the Mistress’s face. You feel your gums burn as your fangs stop their slow progress and quickly shoot to their full length.

The raven haired vampire kisses her way back up your body. “Welcome to the dynasty of future monster royalty.” You lay slumped in your chair, running your tongue over your newly formed fangs. You watch as the stunning vampire walks back to her seat, stopping to pick up her discarded sun hat. She reaches into the glass, retrieving the ring. She looks it over while saying, “The king’s reign is nearly over.”