The end of the night

In no time, you find Nicole. Your former friend is sleeping on a sun lounger in a small isolated garden behind the Olympic pool. The excess of **** and the weed got the best of her.

“Nicole, you have to come with me, someone wants to talk to you...”

“Fuck off,” she barely manages to answer.

“Nicole... I must insist. My Mistress has required your presence, we cannot have Her waiting...”

“Your... Mistress?”

She fights, for a moment, to open her eyes and finally sees you for what you are.

Instantly sobered up, she jerks off the chair but her legs are too weak and she crumbles to the floor sobbing.

“Oh Sam... no... not you... not now...”

You walk to her side.

“You’ll have to stand up and follow me, Nicole. You’ll do it or else I will have to carry you.”

But all she can do is continue crying and babbling.

“All the signs were there... the pallor, the sunscreen... all the promiscuity... I chose to ignore it... I am a fool ... and I killed you and I killed all the others.”

The whining finally gets to you. You lift her on her feet and slap her in the face knocking her off clean.

You put her on your shoulder and exit the pool giving the finger to the camera.

***

Mina is glad. Your Mistress is satisfied. She might even reward you, but even if She does not, you do not care as basking in Her glorious presence is reward enough.

Tied to the captain’s chair, Nicole is still out. Your Mistress approches her price.

In a deep inhuman growl, her face starts to change. Her mouth and nose burst out forming a mockery of a wolf’s maw. Her eye sockets deepen and her eyebrows protrude. Her ears lengthen merging with the skin of her neck. Thick dark hair grows all over her head. You can hear her skin melting and her bones crack. The growl turns into a roar and she jumps on the chair. Her fangs tear poor Nicole’s throat.

Covered in your former friends blood, the hellish creature howls to the night, to the sea, to the stars, to her lost Prince.

A bestial orgasm takes the monster as she resumes her feeding.

And the room slowly fills with the most exquisite smell. Nicole’s blood and Mina’s squirt combine in the air into something so powerful, so charged in passion, sentiment, ****, lust. Something you will never smell again even if you live a thousand years. The true smell of victory.

Finally, the creature crawls down from the chair leaving an empty husk behind.

“Gentlemen, it will begin shortly. Please be ready.” The officer and the cowboy step out of the shadows. A stake into the officer’s hand and a large bowie knife in the cowboy’s.

The husk on the chair starts to shake. The dry skin fills in taking a perfect chalk tint, the large wound in the neck closes quickly, the mouth open on a pair of extremely long fangs. Nicole is coming back as one of your sisters.

Wait no, not one of your sisters, something else, something more powerful... another mistress, a Mistress you could learn to love... But everything comes to an end when the stake is driven through her heart, when the knife swiftly separates the head from the shoulders.

Mina turns to you.

“You did good but you met another master, now I am sorry but you have to die.”

You did not see that coming, nor the stake that paralyzes you or the knife that ends your life.

Your Mistress got her ****. And because you helped her, she killed you.

Your Mistress was probably a bitch.