The red brick road

“Ok, we’re off to see the Mistress of the Caron!”

Leaving behind your last victim, you take the direction of the bridge followed by your fellow companion, the vampire clown.

Also leaving behind the blood stained bathrobe JP so generously gave you and being back into casual clothing brings back a sense of normality.

But, normal, this cruise is less and less. Having fed and having fucked, satiated on all accounts, at least until your urges come back, and they will, you know it, you can extend the tendrils of your enhanced perception to everything around you.

A bit further down the hallway, a door, behind the door, a couple. This couple, you could name Desmond and Molly, because the Beatles will always be the Beatles, have been having trouble, as a couple. A few weeks ago, Molly, who is very unlikely to be named Molly, came to Desmond, whose name is certainly not Desmond, and told him: “I bought us these tickets for a cruise, let’s go party together and maybe we’ll find our long lost happiness.” Or something in these lines.

So, on their first night onboard, they went out, danced, drank and partied like they used to. Nothing weird happened to them. When they came back, they had regular human sex and fell asleep in each other’s arms feeling that all this might not have been in vein. The next day, Desmond left Molly to sleep and went out to jog. They were to meet for breakfast but Molly never showed up. Desmond went back to the cabin, she was not there. He waited for his lover. She did not show up until much later.

All this, you do not know of course, but something tells you that it might have gone that way. Many things actually, it is hard to explain. Maybe it is the smell of the tension between the two that lingers in the room, or the sounds Desmond makes as he so eagerly dives into Molly’s intimate parts, or the victory that comes over Molly, not only for her first feed but for something much older, a deeply rooted fear of loosing her partner.

What you know is that ten or twenty minutes before you pass in front of their room. She came back changed. Still very confused, she dragged Desmond to bed and left him to work his wonders on her pussy. The feeling of Desmond warm lips on her oversensitive and cold flower made her come almost instantly. Desmond has always been an expert at flower licking but this felt so much better than it ever did. She is now riding him, a weird sensation in her mouth and an irresistible need to sink her teeth into him. As you turn around the corner, she strikes.

On the deck below, there is a restroom. In this restroom two girls. You will call them Lucy and Michelle, just because. The first one, Lucy, still human is there to do her business. She closes the stall door, pulls down her pants and panties and sits down on the toilet. A sight of relief passes her lips as her bladder empties.

The second girl, Michelle, has been hiding here for the whole morning. She does not know what is happening to her but she has changed a lot since that handsome lifeguard kissed her near the pool and she is scared shitless. The sigh of relief attracts her attention. She leaves her own stall, bewitched by the delightful scent she has not yet identified as Lucy’s, her first victim’s. She knocks on the door.

“Occupied!” Lucy replies

Michelle insists.

“Fuck off!” Lucy spits.

But Michelle cannot take no for an answer so she grabs the door’s handle and pulls. Surprising both her and peeing Lucy, the lock yields and the stall door slams open.

“What the fuck!”

“I’m sorry...”

But you know Michelle is not. She does not sound sorry, she sounds famished. She drops to her knees and dives towards the source of the delicious odor. Lucy tries to push her assailant back, to stand but she cannot and when the fangs slice the cap of her now exposed clit, she gives up and lets this weird creature feed on her. The orgasm sends her rocketing into the sky... with diamonds.

A bit further down your path, another room. Two girls are trying to save a third one from the waiter that brought them the cheap champagne refill they ordered. But it’s too late for all of them as the girl’s transformation is well underway and she will soon join the waiter in the **** of her two roommates.

Another deck, a small bar normally intended for piano concerts. The only concert taking place, at the moment, is the one sang by a girl being ass fucked by the pianist on the piano. At the other end of the room, the bartender polishes some glasses, while the friend of the singer is polishing him, sliding his rod between her nascent fangs.

Normality as definitely left the boat.

You reach a large metallic door with a sign that says: “Commanding bridge - Authorized personnel only.” Your destination.

Your favorite clown bows down opening the door. A strong whiff of blood and sex rushes past your face as the door opens. Behind it hidden it the darkness you can feel Majesty.