You let her go so she can admire you in all your beauty

You let her go.

You stand in front of her, arms wide spread, head down to a side, eyes closed, hair falling on your shoulders.

“Who do I look like?” You ask.

“I… I don’t know… Jesus Christ? Come on Sam, what’s wrong with you? Are you high?”

“High?” you say opening your eyes, “Oh my little Deb, I’m higher than the stars…”

You smile sprouting your fangs, staring at her with you burning eyes.

“What? Who?” she stutters, “What’s with the disguise?”

“Shh”, you say once again sticking your body against hers.

You press a finger against her lips. She looks at you terrified. You **** the finger into her mouth. You rub it against her tongue before taking it out all wet. You smell and lick it.

“Hum mint and ****,” you say “delicious”.

Holding her tight against you, you slide the same finger between her legs pushing the tong to a side, brushing against her labia, forcing its way past it into her intimacy, waving it around until it becomes wet. You take it out, smell and lick it.

“Hum, bitter and sweet,” you whisper “delicious”.

Debra’s eyes are filled with terror. You push her on the bed, taking off your own top. She tries to stand but once again you **** her back on the bed. The halter neck shirt flies across the room. Her breasts go up and down in large inhalations. She’s both terrified and excited. She can’t decide.

You kneel in front of her, and your hands on her thighs, you spread her legs. With your fangs you start teasing her pussy through the tiny black triangle of her tong. Your tongue wraps around the cord in her ass. You pull the black underwear down her legs. You put your face between her legs and start eating her out.

Soon, she starts playing with your hair, forcing your skull deeper between her legs. Her screams of pleasure taste almost as good as the coppery bitterness of her welcoming tunnel.

Your tongue leaves her muff. Your fangs cry for her flesh, your gut screams for her blood but that time hasn’t come yet. You want her to please you.

Panting, Deb looks at you with gratitude. You lick your lips tasting her again.

“My turn,” you growl.

She blinks and smiles. Her outstretched hand invites you to stand. She kneels in front of you. Her warm mouth is soon all over you. Her hands are on your ass. One finger is in it, titillating her own tongue through the thin skin. You howl as she pleases you. Finally she lets you go. Your legs and your belly hurt of the convulsions.

She leans back on the white sheets of the bed.

“Fuck Sam, we should have done this earlier,” she says with wicked smile.

You kneel by her side brushing her hair.

“Yes we should have, but don’t worry we’ll get plenty of chances to do it again.”

You lean forward brushing your lips against her neck.

“By the way, it’s not a disguise,” you whisper before striking.

By the time she realizes the horrible truth your sister is under the overwhelming spell of your fangs.

At your feet her twitching body is undergoing the magnificent transformation when suddenly a terrible headache hits you.

“SISTER, YOU WILL COME TO THE BRIDGE, YOU WILL COME TO ME!”

The voice in your head sounds like your own.