Dracula's hungry eyes

Dracula moved to a high-backed chair set against the wall and sat, the cape settling around him in heavy folds. He did not speak at first. One hand rested on the arm of the chair; the other drifted down and closed around the thick ridge already straining his trousers. He stroked slowly, deliberately, the fabric pulling tight with every pass. The longer he watched, the harder he grew—undeniably, achingly hard—until a dark, glistening spot of undead essence began to seep through the cloth at the head, wetting the material in a slow, steady leak.

China turned her attention fully to Sarah. She was coy now, almost playful, yet the hunger underneath was unmistakable. She guided Sarah’s hands away only long enough to slip the thin straps of the white gown off her own shoulders. The fabric whispered down, catching for a moment on the peaks of her breasts before falling past her hips and pooling at her feet. She stood bare, pale and luminous, the dark thatch between her thighs already glistening.

“You keep calling me by a name I do not know,” she murmured. “That girl is gone. What I am now is better.”

She tipped her head back, letting the candlelight catch her face as her fangs lengthened fully—long, sharp, unmistakable. At the same moment her hand slid down her own body. Fingers parted her folds and sank inside with a wet sound. A low, hungry moan spilled from her as she fucked herself slowly, hips rolling, the motion making her breasts sway. Her eyes stayed half-lidded for a moment, lost in it, then snapped open and locked on Sarah.

She pulled her fingers free, shining and slick, and stepped in close. Without warning she pressed them to Sarah’s lips.

“Taste,” she said.Sarah’s mouth parted on a startled breath. China slid the wet fingers inside, slow and deliberate, coating Sarah’s tongue with the taste of her. Sarah’s eyes widened; she made a soft, involuntary sound around them as China stroked deeper, letting her suck the slickness clean.

Only then did China withdraw her hand. She faced Sarah fully and let out a sharp, animal hiss—fangs bared, lips curled back, the sound pure appetite.

“The turning does not hurt the way you fear,” she said, voice thicker now. “It is heat. It is being filled until you cannot remember wanting anything else. He will do the same for you.”

From the chair, Dracula’s voice cut through, low and darkly pleased.“

Yes. Show her exactly what she will beg for. Make her wet enough that I can smell it from here.”

His hand tightened on his cock through the trousers, stroking firmer now. Another bead of thick, pale essence welled and soaked into the fabric as he watched China work.

One of China’s hands caught Sarah’s wrist while the other yanked her blouse open. China leaned in and took a bare nipple between her lips, sucking hard before letting her fangs drag across the peak in a deliberate, stinging nibble. Sarah gasped. China soothed it with her tongue, then did the same to the other breast, slower this time, fangs grazing while she moaned against the skin.

“See?” she whispered, breath hot. “Already you are shaking. Already your body understands. You tasted how wet I am for this.”

Dracula’s eyes never left them. His strokes grew heavier, the wet spot on his trousers spreading as more essence leaked under his grip.

“Good,” he murmured, voice rough with approval. “Bite her again. I want to hear how sweetly she breaks before I take my turn.”

China lifted her head just enough to speak, lips shiny, fangs still resting against Sarah’s nipple.“He likes the way you tremble,” she said.

“He likes watching me teach you. When I am finished showing you how good the hunger feels, he will taste you himself.”

She lowered her mouth again, fangs grazing, tongue circling, while Sarah’s breathing turned ragged and Dracula continued his slow, leaking strokes in the shadows, hard and intent.