Becky

“C’mon, I’m not going in here alone.”

Becky grins at the invitation. This is going even better than she had hoped. In trying to turn her, Beth’s friends greatly weakened her spiritually. Now Becky is going to steal their prize. She can’t wait to drink the blood of willing, innocent, pious, good girl.

Becky flicks on the lights of the bawdy girl. Intimate apparel lines the walls of the store. She hears Sara Jean say “yuck”. Apparently, Beth has gravitated toward some frilly good girl lingerie.

She sees the perfect outfit, a leg-less, black, latex catsuit.

“Beth, I found the perfect outfit. Come here.”

As soon as Beth sees it she wrinkles her nose.

Becky looks Beth in the eyes, gently using her powers. “Just try it Beth, you’ll look so hot.”

Sara grins and points at the bottoned crotch. “Nice, easy access.”

Beth looks puzzled. Then she frowns. “I can’t possibly wear that. My breasts are too small.”

Becky watches Sara Jean's eyes glow, as she whispers. “You’ll look so hot.”

Becky pulls the dress down and hands it to Beth. “Try it on at least.”

Becky unsnaps the bottons. She glides her hands down Beth’s legs, helping her put the dress on. She slides the dress up lingering on Beth’s inner thighs and breasts.

Sara begins spraying oil polish on the dress and rubbing it on. Beth looks distant, lost in the sensation.

Becky grins and decides to shock her. “There, you look perfect. Now we just need to teach you to suck cock.”

“I...I don’t think I...”

Becky laughs. “Don’t be shy. It’s easy.” Becky takes a sharp fingernail and cuts her fingertip. “Just swallow my finger like you would a dick.”

Becky gets wet as Beth takes her finger. She begins to suck it like she would a cock. Becky revels in the sensation of her blood flowing into Beth.

Sara Jean rubs her breasts against Beth’s shoulder and whispers in her ear. “You’re doing so good, Beth. Suck it like you want every drop of cum.”

Beth sucks even harder with the encouragement. Becky grins. She has taken more than enough to seal her fate.

Sara Jean begins kissing her neck. “Want to learn to suck like a pro? Do you want to be one of us?”

Becky lets her fangs lengthen and eyes glow red. Beth stares into her eyes longingly. Becky knows she is ready.

Becky licks her fangs. “Are you ready?”

Beth whispers. “Hmm hmm.”

Becky grabs Beth’s wrist and sinks her fangs into it. Her blood is exquisite.

Sara Jean joins her taking Beth’s neck.

Beth moans in ecstasy.

Becky releases Beth’s wrist, savoring the ambrosia.

To Becky’s surprise Beth kisses her.

The kiss is passionate and there tongues dance. Sara Jean has moved to Beth’s inner thigh, licking and playfully nipping her with her fangs.

Beth breaks the kiss long enough to look down at Sara Jean. “Don’t just tease, lick my slit, bitch!”

Sara Jean pops the snaps an begins licking and sucking Beth’s mons.

Beth moans. Becky breaks the kiss and stares into Beth’s eyes with her sinful red glowing orbs.

“Eat me out Beth.”

To her surprise Beth dives in with unreserved gusto. Becky feels Beth’s eye teeth grow longer as she laps at her snatch.

Becky moans in delight. “Lick me slut!”

Beth goes wild, apparently excited by the dirty talk.

Beneath her Beth quivers in orgasm from Sara Jean’s ministration.

Becky cums from the thought of Beth being reborn. Becky feels fangs penetrate her inner thigh. She screams from the pleasurable pain.

Beth looks up at her, her eyes red glowing orbs. Becky watches Beth’s breasts grow, filliing the catsuit like expanding balloons. Her nipples strain against the shiny fabric.

Becky smiles. “I think you’re ready.”

Beth’s black shiny lips curl into a smile. “Dale. We’re going to see Dale, NOW.”

Becky laugh a rich sinister laugh. “Of course. You’re more than ready.”

Sara Jean slides her latex tube top back over her enormous tits. “Sounds like a great idea. David is such a scrumptious hunk.”

Becky slips a hand down the smooth shiny latex that covers Beth’s flawless ass.

Beth purrs. Becky can almost see the wicked thoughts bubbling up her formerly pious friend.

Becky whispers in her ear. “We’re going to use our powers to get there faster.”

Beth smirks. “What, do we turn into bats?”

Becky licks her cheek. “Even better just focus on where you want to go.”

Becky takes her hand and they close their eyes. In moments they are there.

Beth’s expression betrays her naughty notions.

Becky grins at her. “Every time we use our powers it fuels the darkness inside us, gives us such sublime thoughts.”

Sara Jean’s eyes glow a glorious red. She licks her lips. “I can’t wait to see David.”

“So do we just walk in?”

Becky smiles, licking her growing fangs. “Unfortunately the part of the legend about needing to be invited in is true. We can either get asked in or lure them outside.”

Beth sneers. “I’m sick of this shit. I want him now.”

She marches up to the door and rings the doorbell.

A five foot seven woman with red hair and tight body answers the door. Becky licks her lips. This woman is a ripe fruit.

The woman clears her throat.

Beth locks eyes with her. “Hi Mrs. Carvis, I’m Beth. Dale invited us over.”

“You’re that pastor’s daughter?” She asks puzzled.

Beth uses her new powers on her. She smiles evilly. “Oh, we were on our way to a costume party to benefit the church.”

Becky can see the anticipation written on Beth’s face.

“Oh, ok, come in. Dale is downstairs with David.”

Becky grins at Beth, appreciating her clever lie.

The girls cross the threshold giggling.

Becky stops. “You guys go downstairs, I’ll catch up.”

With her friends heading downstairs Becky focuses on Mrs. Carvis. “You look amazing, where do you work out?”

Mrs. Carvis flexes a bit. “Weights and Collars.”

“Your abs are so tight! Can I get a closer look.”

She lifts up her shirt.

Becky runs a sharp black fingernail over her taught abs.

“Wow. I bet your breasts are incredible too.”

Becky takes off her shirt. “I think yours are even better than mine.”

Mrs. Carvis’s jaw drops. She slips off her shirt. “I’m not sure I can compete with those.”

Becky cups a breast. “Sure you can, I can only hope mine look this good in five years. Can I ask a question?”

“Sure Becky, and call me Barb.”

Becky slides down her pants. “I wax. Do you like the bald look?”

“It...it looks really nice.”

“Do you shave yours?”

Becky pulls down her pants and underwear.

“Oo, landing strip. That’s a nice look.”

Becky kisses her sex, stroking her inner thigh.

“We...we...really...shouldn’t.”

Becky licks harder.

Barb moans.

Clearly Barb hasn’t been getting enough. She cums in only a few minutes. Becky sinks her fangs into her inner thigh. Her blood is sweet.

“Oh! Fuck!”

Becky feels Barb beginning to weaken. She slices her tongue and pulls Barb into a kiss. Barb returns the kiss passionately.

Becky breaks the kiss and looks upon Barb. Her eyes are beginning to glow. Her breasts are perfect. She smiles showing brand new fangs.

She licks blackening lips. “We should go downstairs and check on your friends.”