Bitten

The High Priestess’ naked body flushed red with passion. Goosebumps rose from her skin, and her areola’s enlarged and smoothed while her garden convulsed. A few soft orgasmic whimpers escaped her mouth, “ah...” “ahhuh...” “ahh...” as her cheeks flushed bright pink. Her lips trembled in ecstasy as the pain of his bite vanished.

She could hear the faint sounds of his feeding. Occasional slurps, swallowing. She did not care anymore. She found her hand had drifted to the back of his head, cradling it as he sucked gently from her neck. She bit her lower lip and grinded her clenching and dripping garden against his still-hard plow inside of her. Her grinding stirred her "champion", who resumed his slow but powerful thrusting. A repetitious pattern of sucking, feeding, and fucking emerged. She knew it was wrong, but her body desired nothing but for it to last forever.

But it didn’t.

The door to her chambers burst open, and people entered. Alarra could not tell who it was. Why did they have to interrupt? Alarra thought to herself. Markus seemed to mostly ignore the intruders, but a few moments later, he pulled his fangs from her neck, seemingly satiated, and satisfied. “no... don’t stop...” Alarra whispered, pleadingly. He turned as the intruders approached, and slid his plow out of her garden.

Alarra blinked slowly, in shock. She did not move, and just laid on the Altar, overwhelmed and crippled by what had just happened. She could feel his seed seeping slowly from her garden.

Shame.

Desecration.

The words filled her mind, as a sense of something else... something terrible, stirred in her. A tingle of life, something corrupt... in her womb. Oh goddess no.

Alarra slowly began to regain a sense of self, and of her surroundings, and looked up in time to see the two others, who Markus had entered with earlier, approach her on either side.

Alarra, unsuccessfully, tried to cover herself. A last attempt at reclaiming some of her dignity. The two easily pulled her hands away while their admiring grins turned into predatory smiles of lust and hunger. Fangs descended in their mouths as they pinned her arms to the table, and eagerly tasted her nakedness with their tongues. She tried desperately to push them away, struggling as much as she could, but they were too strong.

She gasped loudly and turned as one vampire buried his fangs deep into the flesh of her right breast. Her face flushed pink again in orgasm, and she turned left, as the other vampire violated her, suckling her pink nipple before gently placing the tips of his fangs on her areola, and too, bit down. She cried out as she watched.

She writhed and moaned on the altar, in shame and ecstasy, as they fed from her naked body.