Refreshed and hopeful

Rachel stepped out of the shower, drying herself off. Still fairly numb from the last few hours, but found herself a little renewed. Her mind was calm again.

A shower always helps. She thought, while wiping down.

She paused then, holding still for a moment as some streaks of water still trickled down her body.

She needed to know.

Will you come tonight? She asked, feeling as though she were opening her mind to the room.

A subtle chill swept over her, wondering if he might actually hear.

She continued, in spite of the nervous feeling in her mind.

You skipped a night before, so maybe… she hesitated, -a part of her knowing she was pleading to him- Maybe you’ll let me have one more night, before you come back for me?

…

….

No response.

She hadn’t rationally expected one.

She bundled her wet hair up in a towel, twisted it, and flipped it over her head, then walked over to her undergarments drawer.

She looked at the selection while casually grabbing her boobs, holding them comfortingly. She looked down, suddenly distracted as she held them, noticing another change. It was not much, but they were definitely more ample now. Maybe even up to a C cup.

She shrugged.

Her thoughts slipped back to Caleb. He said he would be back… so maybe…

She eyed the matching royal blue laced bra and panties.

Just in case.

She grabbed the top piece, and slipped her arms through the beautifully laced bra, and pulled it snug against her breasts as she clipped the back. She was pleased with the feel and comfort of it against her sensitives. She pulled the panties out next and stepped into them carefully, slipping them up her legs and feeling the lace wrap delightfully snug against her pussy and hips. She looked down and grinned, pleased with how it looked on her.

A strong hand suddenly grasped her arm, jerking her and twisting her around harshly.

She melted into despair as the glowing yellow eyes burned into hers. “Who are you getting ready for, Rachel?” He grinned sarcastically, taunting her. He knew.

“No…” she whispered… “not yet… please…”

His mouth opened, revealing his ever-eager fangs, and she felt herself begin to lose control.

Her body wanted it, desperately, and betrayed her. Her head tilted to the side, without her consent, fully displaying her neckline and offering it up as a prize for his fangs which were now baring down on her.

“Take me…” she gasped submissively as he leaned in and kissed her neck.

He was rough, merciless, harsh. “…Yesss…” she groaned impatiently, “Make me like you…” she continued, begging.

She heard her lips speak all these things, but it was not her. In her mind she screamed. No… this was not supposed to happen yet!!

His arms enclosed her, pulling her scantly clad body snugly against his.

I should have had more time… she whimpered lastly, then felt the brutal, yet satisfying, sting of his fangs stab into her neck once more.

She gasped uncontrollably, spasming and moaning as he drank. An orgasm, like both times before, rocking her entire body. She could feel her wetness permeating through the panties that she had picked out for Caleb… not for him… she thought, it was not for HIM… she again repeated, desperately trying to maintain the diminishing control she had over her thoughts. But the overpowering pleasure of his bite was too much. Her body’s betrayal, and moans of pleasure WERE for him.

“…Master…” she heard her own voice suddenly cry out in the throes of her ecstasy, and felt herself even begin to believe it in her mind. Swimming in the pleasure of his bite, she felt herself becoming his.

As the warmth escaped through her neck and a chill settled throughout the rest of her body, a familiar and pleasing sensation returned in her mouth.

She peeled back her lips and licked her virgin fangs ravenously. She could feel the arousal in them, the insatiable hunger, the overwhelming desire to bite into warm flesh, and FEED. She could not fight it anymore, could not deny her desires… and would not…

She screamed as she felt her pussy suddenly explode in pure pleasure, then gasped heavily, exhausted.

He had finished.

As he withdrew his fangs from her neck, she wrapped her legs around him predatorily, and crawled up him, latching on, desperately seeking the source of his blood that would seal her body’s transformation.

He held her thigh supportively, and laughed at her dominant assertiveness, victorious in his conquest. He reached up then and cradled the back of her head, then offered his neck. “Drink Rachel, and be mine… forever.”

With her body wrapped around his, Rachel felt her insatiable desire consume her then, and plunged her fangs into his neck. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she drank, feeling the blood flow across her teeth and spill into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly as it came, and accepted the vampirism within her.