With Subterfuge

Her heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her ribs as Kat sprinted through the undergrowth, her glamour settling over her features like a second skin. By the time she burst into the hunter's line of sight, she was no longer a predator but a trembling, doe-eyed victim, her clothes torn and her cheeks streaked with genuine tears she'd conjured from somewhere deep within.

"Please!" she gasped, stumbling forward with her hands outstretched, her voice cracking with manufactured terror.

"They're still out there, those monsters, I barely escaped!"

She collapsed to her knees before the wounded hunter, her crimson eyes hidden behind a veil of feigned innocence as she waited for the perfect moment to strike.

Kat sank into the embrace, her body trembling against the hunter's firm frame as she felt the older woman's arms tighten around her in a protective hold. The hunter's heartbeat thrummed against Kat's ear, slow and steady, a rhythm of trust that made the vampire's mouth water.

Her fangs descended fully, grazing her lower lip as she tilted her head, her breath ghosting across the hunter's exposed throat. "Thank you," Kat whispered, her voice honeyed and warm, before her jaw locked and she struck, her fangs punching through skin and muscle with surgical precision.

The hunter's gasp of surprise dissolved into a choked moan as Kat drank deeply, her taloned fingers threading through the woman's hair to hold her steady while she swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the sweet, life-giving blood. The hunter's body went rigid for a heartbeat before softening into Kat's grip, her arms slackening as the world began to swim at the edges of her vision. Kat pulled back only when she felt the hunter's pulse grow faint, her lips slick and crimson as she tore her own wrist open with a single talon, pressing the wound to the hunter's slack mouth.

"Drink," she commanded, her voice dropping to a low, seductive purr, "and become one of us."

The hunter's suckles were slow at first, tentative and searching, as if her dying mind couldn't comprehend the gift being offered. But then the blood touched her tongue, rich and potent, laced with the essence of eternity, and her mouth clamped down with ferocious urgency, her throat working in desperate, gulping swallows that drained Kat's wrist in seconds.

A shudder wracked her frame from crown to sole, and her eyes snapped open, the warm auburn of her humanity bleeding away like watercolours in rain, replaced by pools of gleaming crimson that reflected the moonlight with an unholy, predatory light. Her skin began to shift and ripple, the tanned, weathered complexion of a hunter paling to an alabaster smoothness that seemed to glow from within, while beneath the surface, new muscle coiled and tightened, reshaping her form into something both softer and more dangerous than before.

Her breasts swelled against the confines of her leather vest, straining at the seams as they grew fuller and rounder, pushing upward until they threatened to spill free, while her rear plumped outward in a perfect, pert curve that stretched the fabric of her trousers taut, lifting and rounding into a shape that demanded attention. A slick, heated wetness bloomed between her thighs, soaking through her undergarments as her body completed its metamorphosis, her fangs lengthening to pierce her lower lip as she finally released Kat's wrist with a gasp that was equal parts pleasure and newborn hunger.

Kat smiled, her fang-tipped lips parting as she whispered, "Welcome, sister. Now let's put that wicked tongue to work." Her taloned hand eased the newborn vampire down, guiding her with a possessive gentleness as the hunter, now a vampiric nympho in her own right, sank to her knees without hesitation, her crimson eyes already glazed with a hunger that transcended bloodlust. Kat's other hand threaded through the woman's hair, tugging her forward until her lips met the slick, icy heat of Kat's sex, and the hunter's tongue drove deep without prompting, lapping at the sinful cum that pooled within, her newfound senses drinking in the intoxicating blend of Kat's essence and the remnants of her previous lovers.

A shudder of approval wracked Kat's frame as she arched into the touch, her claws tightening in the hunter's hair while a low, guttural moan escaped her throat, the forest around them fading into a blur of shadow and moonlight as the cycle of transformation and pleasure continued unabated.

After an hour of tangled limbs, slick kisses, and the shared consumption of pleasure and blood, they finally pulled apart, breathless and sated, their bodies glistening with a sheen of sweat and the remnants of their union. Kat's crimson eyes, still half-lidded with lingering desire, traced the curves of her newborn sister, watching as the hunter's chest rose and fell with a new, immortal rhythm, her transformed body still trembling from the aftershocks of her first true vampiric feast.

The hunter's lips, now full and plump and stained with Kat's essence, parted as she spoke, her voice a husky whisper that carried the weight of her former life. "I am El," she said, her gaze meeting Kat's with a mixture of awe and dark amusement, "once of the Order of the Crimson Dawn, sent forth to root out your kind and end your reign of blood."

A slow, wicked smile spread across Kat's face as she reached out, her taloned fingers tracing a gentle line down El's cheek, savouring the irony that now sang in the air between them, the hunter had become the hunted, the slayer had been reborn as the very monster she had sworn to destroy, and in doing so, had found a pleasure far greater than any duty could provide.