Bethan slides into the middle of the group

Bethan slides onto the bed, pushing the creamy flesh of the brunette aside as she slid into the middle of the group. She immediately feels hands pawing at her, relishing the neediness of their touch, her very presence drawing the focus of their attention. Immediately she feels a shaft slip between her thighs and rub itself against her wetness. She smiles, this one is confident, knows what he wants, and what he wants is her. She twists, his cock slips out from between her, but twitches as her hand grabs it and she looks into the man's face. Handsome, nothing world shattering, but he'll look good with a sharp set of fangs.

"Hi there..." he starts, before a finger, and then a tongue stop him talking. Bethan doesn't care what he has to say, but the taste of him is good. Nothing compared to what is to come though, as she tilts his head to one side and lets her fangs brush against his neck. Bethan wonders if his blood will taste different to Ellie's, or is blood just blood. She decides to find out and bites down, hard. The other participant's don't notice the bite, but Bethan welcomes the soft hand that caresses her breast as his delicious nectar slides down her throat...

With the taste of his blood a rush of recent memories flood Bethan's mind. A wedding. A woman... Carol, familiar as the brunette who's pussy juices were still dripping from Bethan's lips, as the epitome of beauty and innocence, waiting for him at the altar. A kiss. Love. A glance to Eric, his best man, the other male participant of this lustful congress, gently parting his fiancée's legs and sliding his hand up her thigh as a final wedding gift to David. Anticipation and a hardening while still at the altar... The frustration of the wedding party, wanting it over so they could retire with Eric and Michelle for the real fun to begin.

She could taste the perversion on his blood and it was exquisite. She wants more. Something clicks in her, she can have more. She decouples from his throat and moves to his mouth, kissing him deeply, but something else as well. Her hand is on his cock and she feels him come and part of him starts to flow into her, an energy... She feels him, his essence, seep into her. It is delicious, making her feel stronger, but also dirty. In a good way. She absorbs the perversion, the depravity, but gives something back. Devotion, obedience, and darkness, evil. She is moulding him, remaking him, filling the gaps of what she is taking with corruption and evil. His eyes open, staring right at her, but it is hard to tell as they have become pitch black pools of glossy darkness. He smiles, instinctively knowing her desires, and pulls his bride towards her, an offering to his new mistress. She struggles at first, but Bethan's bite calms her and soon she is like him. Glossy black eyes, framed by a porcelain white face, stare up at her new goddess.

"Hey.. er what the fuck," says Eric, slipping out of his wife and seeing the blood on Bethan's lips. But it is too late, Carol is behind him, grabbing his arm with one supernaturally strong hand, and his cock with the other. She smiles, new fangs gleaming, and bites down, hard on his neck.

There is a scream. Michelle, backing away, falls from the bed. She tries to speak, but nothing comes and Bethan is on her in a flash, diving between her legs, drinking a heady mix of blood and her juices. Carol watches, playing with the white garter on her pale thigh, tracing her hand slowly up to play with herself. Eric and David descend on her bridesmaid. It was the wedding she'd always dreamed of.