Until do us part

He just stepped out of the shower. I have been faking sleep since he came back from work. He did come at some point to see how I was doing but I kept faking it, I knew it was too dangerous to confront him, dangerous for him. After a few minutes trying to get me to respond to his questions, he finally left me in our room, went to fix himself a quick dinner and then, came back for his shower.

I have been sick the whole day, stuck under the comforter, hiding behind the curtains of our small room. I have been sick for the last three days. I have been sick since I met her for the first time. Girl’s night out, ha. As if… it was her feeding grounds. She got to us through Sadie, I do not know how they met but she turned up at our weekly night out and we were snack, all of us. I should have gone home with a strong headache and a case of severe memory loss but something in me kept her attention and she came back the next night and the one after that. She came back to take me away from him.

A single tear rolls from my cheek onto the pillow. He walks to the bed as silently as humanely possible. He is naked, I know he is, he always is. Cleaned, shaved, naked. Like every night for the last six years, he takes a shower before going to bed, he shaves, and then to bed. Normally, he would read or work for a bit, and I would read too, but tonight, since I am sick, he directly turns off the lights and slips under the covers, right next to me. I can feel his warmth and it makes me thirsty.

“Maddison?”

I do not respond.

“You’re so cold… are you ok?”

I grunt to cut the line of inquiry. I do not want to push this exchange further. I am too afraid of what could happen. I do not want to hurt him. I know what I have become.

“Sleep tight…” and after a long pause, “I love you.”

I love you too Brian. Fuck, I love you so much and I do not want to hurt you.

With the lights finally off, I allow myself to open my eyes. Our room appears to me as if it was day. I shiver. Yesterday, after she left, it was already quite bright but tonight, tonight is a festival. A festival of lights and sounds, over saturating my senses. I close my eyes to get my bearings. My accelerated breathing calms down. I leave my eyes closed to think.

I remember that first night I met her. I remember how she went after the girls, one by one, discreetly at first, but, as the night went on, as more and more of us fell under the spell of her kiss, she did it more and more openly until…

Me, she got third, after Janice and Doro and before the others. We were on our way to that fancy cocktail bar. She dragged me into an alley while the others were waiting for the Uber, and she started kissing me. She lifted my skirt, the red one, and slid a finger into me. She had been prepping me for this since she had come back with Dorothy and I was wet and ready. I did not protest despite the fact that I have been faithful to Brian for the last six years and that I was never into girls. At that point, I did not understand why I did not protest, but now I know, I wish I did not, I wish I had gone home with a strong headache, a severe case of memory loss and the healing wounds of her fangs in my neck. But I know, I know because she came back to me the next night and while Brian was sleeping by my side, she bit me again. Then, it all came back to me. The whole evening, all the things that should have gone the way of that case of memory loss. The way she bit me in the alley, the way she **** me, the way she then **** and bit the other three girls, right in front of us, one after the other, more depraved each time. Fingering, fisting, licking and biting, in that small alcove in the cocktail bar and then at Sadie’s. All of us, **** and bitten by her. I remember the way she had us engage in acts we would have never dared engage in, even with our own partners, let alone the girls…

I lick my lips, I lick my fangs. It was depraved as fuck, worse than anything I ever saw in a porn movie, worse than anything I could have imagined… then. But it does not bother me so much, not anymore, because soon, maybe even sooner than I think, I will be able to do the same, I will want to do the same. Brian gently passes a hand over my elbow. His palm is burning against my cold skin. My God, it feels good. He makes me horny just with tip of his fingers, with his warmth, with his blood. I want him to touch me and fuck me but I cannot, I cannot let him, otherwise I will hurt him and I do not want to hurt him, I love him too much. So, I shift in the bed, shift away from his strong hands, from the warmth, the blood. I can feel my pussy overflowing. I have been horny all day. Wrong, I have been horny for the last three days and the last three nights. I have been horny since she dragged into that alley and finger fucked me and drove her fucking delicious fangs into me. God, that felt good too.

Brian… I would love him to fuck me like he never fucked me. He was always affectionate and caring but tonight I want it rough, savage. I want him to fuck me like a miserable whore, use me like his cock sleeve. Stick his dick into me, into my pussy, into my mouth, into my ass. I never had anything in there and now, I feel like I want something in there, something hard and warm, something up my poop hole. I want it because I know I will like it, because I am a whore now, she made me a whore, a dirty little whore, freed from any moral barriers and I like it. My god, I need relief.

I stand and stumble towards the bathroom.

“Madison, honey, are you all right? Do you need anything?”

How sweet of him of asking. Of course Brian, I need you to fuck me, fuck me hard and deep, fuck all my dripping holes. I need to feel your burning flesh against mine and I need you to let me suck your cock and bite you and drink you…

“Bathroom,” I mumble instead.

I close the door behind me. Driven by habit, my hand moves to the light switch but I do not need the light anymore, so I hold the movement and walk to the shower. Should I take a shower? Maybe it will help me make me think straight.

As if it was led by a **** of its own, my hand slides between my legs. My god, I am drenched. My thighs are actually covered in juices. The simple caress of my fingers on my skin makes me shiver and I barely muffle a loud moan through my fangs. I look back and stare at the door. Did he hear me? I stare for a while but the tingling between my legs is unbearable. Oh fuck. I am so horny, I need something in there. Soon. I look at the shower. Yes, that will cover the noise. The noise I will have to make to bare the night with Brian by my side. The night… the whole night with him, warm and alive, by my side… For the first time, I see the impossible task ahead of me and I despair.

But every marathon is run by taking a step at a time.

The warm water falls on my shoulders. I do not know how to feel about it, it is definitely not getting my horniness down but at least it covers the sounds. The sounds I am already making. The sounds I made when I took off my night shirt off. The sounds I made because the fucking fabric brushed against my nipples. And the water is falling all over my body, and it is making me feel good, more and more. Better even still. The water caressing me, touching me everywhere. I let out a loud cry, a cry of divine agony, because I am coming hard. My fangs have grown behind my lips and with them my hunger. I put a hand on my mouth and with the other, I cut the water to stop the sweet agony this fucking shower is putting me through. I look at the door fearing that Brian might have heard me. I stay there, letting the water drip away from my body, staring at the door. But he does not come. He must have fallen asleep. Maybe I could sneak past him, he is a heavy sleeper after all, and sleep on the couch. Maybe…

Or maybe I could go with it, go to him. Maybe I could just have him ride me like the whore I have become. That would be nice. And he could like that. I could just let him fuck me, feel him inside of me, fill my wet little cunt. From behind, of course, this way I would have my fangs nowhere near his neck, his flesh and, this way, I would not have to bite him, drink his blood, hurt him. I bite my lip trying to cover another moan. My fingers are deep inside me. How did they get there? How? Easy, I put them there, without even realising it. They feel good. Drenched, covered in my cold juices, sliding rhythmically into me, slipping between my lips.

I stop. I pull them out, slowly at first but it feels too good, so quickly to finish, to get them out of there, and attached to them, a string of my juices burst and falls on my thighs. My god, I have never been this drenched in my life. I have never been this thirsty in my life.

But, after all, this is a new life. Am I dead? Undead? Unliving? I did die at some point earlier today, I think. It was painful. But that is in the past, those are technicalities, that does not matter anyway. This new life, I can do wathever I want with it, right? She told me so yesterday, when she came back for her third bite; she promised that I would not care anymore and it is true, I do not care anymore. So I take a step towards the room, towards the bed, towards Brian.

I slip under the covers, I am still wet from the shower and wet from… my new condition. He is sound asleep, snoring a bit, giving me his back. He smells good, warm and coppery, alive. I do not want to wake him. Not right away. I slide a hand around his hip. Under my fingers, I find his cock. It is limp. I start to caress, slowly because the urgency is gone. I am at peace with myself, my new self. I am not fighting it anymore. I want to take my time. I want him to enjoy this as much as I do. Because I love him.

He starts to grow and feeling his dick growing between my fingers, under my touch, makes me hornier and thirstier. When he reaches his full size, I let the shaft go and slowly slide my fingers between his balls. They are burning, even warmer than his cock. I play with them, a bit. Against my forearm, I can feel his cock twitching. He likes that, when I grab his balls, I know he does. The comforter falls to the ground, pushed away by my feet. I can see his cock, proudly erect above his abs. He looks good, good enough to eat. I lick my fangs. They are fully erect, just like him. So I stand, I straddle above his warm sleeping carcass and slowly guide him into me, all the way.

He wakes up.

“Madisson?” He says over his harsh breath.

I shut him up by sealing his lips with my own. Oh god, he tastes so good, so much better than he ever tasted. But it is not him who has changed, it is me. Slowly, I raise my ass, feeling him slide along the fleshy lips of my slit, and slam it back down. Maybe I went too strong because he lets out a muffled grunt. I do not care, all I care for, right now, is his cock burning inside of me, so I repeat the operation. Ass up, ass down. And again. Ass up, ass down. And again, and again, and again.

I break the kiss but I continue to slam his pelvis with mine. I need to snarl. I do. It has to come out. It feels good. I am a whore, an animal… I lick his face, I drip on his cock and I ride him, letting him slide into me like a warm knife into butter. He likes it, so he grabs my ass, spreading the cheeks, pulling on my crack. I stop the slamming, I pull myself up wrapping a hand around his neck, and I pull myself out, letting abundant juices fall on his crotch. His cock between my fingers, I make it slide against my hole, not the one we normally use, the other one, the asshole. He looks surprised. I love that look. I exhale and let him inside of me. It stings a little as his cock goes where no cock has gone before. His face lights up, mine too, I assume, because this is good. Why did I wait so long to try this? I wonder.

Obviously, because I was not a slut before, and now, I am one, a lady of the night. Going deep, going balls deep, I take him, I can take him and all the ones that will follow. I snarl again, I moan and snarl at the same time, it sounds weird, but it sounds good, a sound coming deep from within my throat.

Parched throat. I need it filled as well. I bend back down, letting my ass go up and down and up and down. He wants me to kiss him. I do not want to. I push his face to a side with a gentle push of my thumb on his jaw. He complies, subjugated by my ass. Ass that goes up and ass that goes down. And his cock goes in and then, it goes out; well, almost out, because I need it to go back in, deep, right away. I lick his neck, tasty, throbbing, calling for me, calling for my fangs.

I hesitate for a second. I remember that I did not want to hurt him. I do not care anymore. And, as his cock slides into my ass once again, I let my fangs tear through his skin. It breaks easily, much more easily than I thought it would. And I drink from him.

He screams a bit, struggles a bit, because this kiss of mine is a bit painful. But I do not give a shit, because I am feeding and because I know what comes next. He comes next. Into me. Because if it hurts at first, after, it is pure fucking bliss.