The turning

I hold her shoulder and look into her entranced eyes. Her pupils are dilated but still move around. She slowly moves towards my lips and kisses my lightly. Her sweet lips slips onto my lips and we kiss. Our tongues dance around each other, tasting our slithery muscle serpents in our mouths.

My tongue crawls around her cheeks as she swirls her tongue around it. We exit our mouths and she gapes her mouth, then bites her lips aroused.

“You want to be bitten?” I ask her.

She nods slowly. She leans back her head and rushes her hand over the skin from the underchin to her collar bone. I tilt my head and prepare to bite her neck.

My fangs graze her stretched neck. She shivers as my teeth crawl on her throat. I nip at her skin lightly, nibbling at her fleshy bulge. I am detecting a steady blood flow. I kiss her skin and lick it, to make her feel comfortable. I stop.

I bite down on her neck, stabbing my fangs into her flesh. Her aroused yelp echoes in my chamber. She rests her weary head onto my shoulder. I pucker my lips onto her neck and suck her life energy from her veins.

I squeeze her shoulder and my nails pierce her skin. Blood seeps from the cuts and paints her shoulder red. I trace my finger down her arm, slicing her skin as I continue to feast on her blood. Once the cut is deep enough, I retract my nails (yes, we can do that) and poke into her shoulder. The sinking on my finger into her arm speeds up her blood and my mouth fills with her blood.

I decide to finish.

“Young girl, I want to turn you. Being alone in this abode is boring and having a partner in here would be great.” I whisper to her. She quietly breathes and grunts.

“Thank you for sparing my life, sir. My name is Willow.” The girl weakly says. I lick her shoulder and neck clean, the saliva closes the wounds. I stab my wrist with my nail and offer her my wound. She holds my arm and slowly suckles at the blood. She laps up the blood and enjoys it. She finished and we share an embrace.

I hear my coffin making a sound. I check the lid and it is the owner.

“Hey, monsters of the night. Good news and bad news. The good news is that we are successful. The bad news is that since we are so successful, the higher-ups demanded we keep running non-stop. Aka no monsters can leave. In doing so, we are giving you some freedoms and more money. Your previous workplaces would be funded by us as well. You can contact your friends and families as well and other resources can be requested.”

Well great, what could go wrong?