Visions of beauty.

I gasped sharply as my wife withdrew from my neck.

Our eyes met, and I took her by the shoulders and pulled her down to kiss her. She grinned as I took what I wanted from her, tasting her lips and licking her fangs greedily. She withdrew then, smiling at me with her red tinged fangs, and seemed to defer to the other woman in the room.

I turned downwards, and watched as Amy's tongue pleasingly swished around my cock, licking the last bits of my cum. It seemed larger than I remembered it being. My thoughts wandered as I examined my improved body, but returned to Amy as she smiled, finished. Her pristine white fangs were long and beautiful. Her face was still obscured with her laced facemask, but she rose and pushed her bust towards my still erect penis.

Her clawed hands drew my attention to her tits. She discretely tugged on something, and the lace covering her breasts fell free. I quickly sat up, and grabbed her small waist and tugged her close, but stopped and looked to my wife for approval.

She leaned against the wall, watching, and with a sultry look, slipped a clawed finger into her own pussy.

I took her self-pleasing as an affirmative, and returned my attention to Amy, who was still watching me expectantly.

My eyes lowered to her lips, and I leaned down to kiss her. She melted under me, almost submissively, but before I knew what was happening, she was on top of me and her pussy was sliding down on my cock. I gasped as I penetrated her, sliding into perfection.

I buried my head in the vampiress' tits, and lost myself in her body.

The evening's pleasures passed all too quickly, and before we knew it the sun rise was upon us.

We cradled together in our bed, sheltered from the sun, and slept.