Surrender your heart to the tall vampire lady.

What other choice do you have? You can't face Karin alone, much less her army of assholes. Besides, if you are being honest with yourself, you've kind of sorta maybe been fantasizing about this tall vampire lady since you saw her mentioned in the Webra Walters Weports news forums, a full year before that supposed video game character supposedly ripped her off. This way, you get to do the right thing and get to surrender to your subbiest, squishiest, squirmiest desires. You whimper weakly, "Please, Dean Dimitrescare, take my heart and destroy the TYRFs!"

As soon as the words trip off your plump lips, you feel an ache in your chest. You look down and see a vibrant green glow eliminating from your chest, whether a sign of your royal blood or potential as of yet unrealized, you can't say, and soon it won't matter anyway, as your new Mistress clamps her wide, wet lips around a good three quarters of your neck and punctures the thin membrane of your slime with her sharp fangs. You have read all the reports on Drake Van Vladstone's Vlog about vampyre girls secreting saliva that is both paralytic and euphoric, but even your experience with Lolly didn't prepare you for how intense it would feel. It's as if your entire body has become a satanically sensitive clit, and Dean Dimitrescare is sucking your heart out through it.

You feel all the love you held for Lolly and Olive drain from your body, leaving only a memory. It is soon replaced by the pulsing pounding pure love for the vampryss drinking your heart like you were her Capri Sun cutie. Her claws sink deeply into you to cut the last remaining flecks loose, and it's like they are coated in orgasms and opium. You fall to pieces...literally, but the nine foot six point six six stunner just pins you to the wall with her breasts and catches your drippings with her free hand before feeding you your slippery slime back to you.

You never imagined you'd be sucking your own slime off THE Lily Dimitrescare's captivating claws. Okay, you absolutely imagined you would do that at least a few times a week, in vivid detail and usually while petting your pussy into you melted into a pleasure puddle, but you never imagined it would happen in real life. By the time she has drained the last delicious drop of your heart, you've blushed into a deep dark red that settles in as your permanent color.

You now love the lovely lanky Lily with every moaning molecule of your being and you are powerless to resist her every command, but you suspect she could have gotten the same effect just by giving you a come hither stare and crooking a claw. You don't have to share that little secret unless she asks outright, and in the meantime she is busy kissing you and letting you share the blood rush she gets from feeding. You find yourself kissing her more hungrily than you ever imagined, and even Mistress Dimitrescare is surprised. She breaks the kiss, either still flush from feeding or blushing from your forwardness as she exclaims, "Oh my, aren't you full of surprises? Well, we have all of eternity to discover those, but for now, it's time I fulfill my end of the bargain."

You almost forgot why you surrendered your heart and soul in the first place. It seems so much less pressing now, and you are tempted to tell her to forget it, but your Mistress is already grabbing you in her huge hands and stretching you out to resemble a blood red mink stole. You quiver around her porcelain neck and nuzzle your head between her beautiful breasts. She strokes you softly and you sigh and suckle softly at her supple skin. You are pleasantly surprised to find it is warm, and you wonder if your heart is heating her up or just the feverish flush of feeding.

Your answer will have to wait, as Dean Dimitrescare adjusts her hat and declares, "Now lets show these basic bitch bigots who really runs this school!"