You keep running

The forest blurs around you. You run like you never ran. Eyes on the ground to avoid tripping, eyes on the branches that try to slap you, eyes on the path to escape the madness, you run.

A clearing, you pass it trying to put as much distance between you and the horrors behind you. More trees, branches and roots. Another clearing, you continue running. In the distance, you hear the river flowing. If you reach it, you will be safe, you know it.

A moment of distraction, maybe fueled by the nascent hope, and you do not see the root that wraps around your ankle making you trip and fall. You try to stand up but your momentum is crushed by the rocky, yet so feminine, voice coming from behind you.

“Nice effort.”

You rise your head to see a chubby latina stepping in front of you.

“No seriously, nice effort. Of course you never stood a chance, but it was fun watching you run.”

The terror overwhelming you has chased all the heat from your face and arms. Cold sweat Runs down your temple. An oppressing pair of pincers start squeezing your guts. The face of the girl is distorted by a magic, a curse beyond comprehension.

You do recognize her from the boat trip, she did look mean at the time with her attitude and deep dark eyes but she was normal then, now she is different, unnatural, unholy, inhuman. Elongated ears, nasty red eyes burning with hunger, a pair of oversized fangs sprouting from her mouth.

“Now, what should I do with you, little rabbit? I could take you back to the others so we could share or I could keep you all to myself or even, maybe, I could let you go...”

She kneels by your side.

“Please...” you manage to say.

“No, that is clearly not an option, what would be the fun in that. Which leaves us with the first two options.”

The cold hand of the creature on your back and shoulders reminds you that you are almost naked having lost the stolen towel a long time ago.

“Please...” you repeat knowing that your plea is absolutely useless.

“Taking you back would make me a good little vamp, but I’ve never been a good person. So I think that settles it, I am going to keep this little rabbit for my exclusive use.”

As she spoke, her hand has trailed from your back and shoulders down to your ass. She grabs your butt.

“Hum, firm, I think I like that. To be perfectly honest with you, I have never been into girls but all this has changed my views... radically.”

Her finger slips under the band of your thong. Her razor sharp nails slices through it with ease.

“Nice view...” she says forcefully sliding a finger inside you.

You bolt at the unsolicited intrusion but her second hand, now on your shoulder keeps you pinned to the ground.

“Dry... let’s fix that.”

She pushes your hair from the nape of your neck and bends over. You tense in anticipation. You can feel her mouth. Her soft lips part, opening the way for her hard fangs tearing through your skin.

Suddenly, you sink into an ocean of joy. The girl only takes a few swigs, but with each one, your mind is dragged further down into the bottomless pits of pleasure.

Panting, you come hard.

“Much better,” she says teasing inside your now drenched pussy.

You turn around to lay on your back. The creature lets her hand slide out of you to facilitate the process. When her finger leaves your snatch, you let out a loud whimper of confused delight. Her hand is soon back on your pubis, her digit slipping back into place.

Your vision slowly unblurs as the effect of the bite recedes but the world that is revealed to you is totally changed. Any trace of fear is gone and all that remains is the blissful and unconditional love you have now for the creature towering above you.

Thankful you gladly welcome a second and third fingers. Soon, the stimulation brings you on the edge of another orgasm. You arch your back, offering your neck to the delicious monster.

“Good girl,” she says sinking her fangs inside of you one more time.

The bliss is back. Absolute, definitive, all ending.

You die.