Fangs

Rachel pulled back from the mirror.

“I..” She paused, grasping for the words.

“I have fangs..."

Her mind raced.

"He’s turning me into a vampire...”

Dismay.

Curiosity.

HORROR!

Interest.

Panic!

Arousal...

“Fuck... Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Rachel blurted out.

She **** the flurry of thoughts and emotions from her mind, and stepped into the shower. The water was scalding hot, painfully so. But she needed something, anything, to distract her.

But the thoughts persisted through the scalding heat of the water running down her body.

Maybe it wouldn’t be bad to be a vampire...

But he **** ME, twice...

Except... I kind of liked it... in a terrifying and fucked up sort of way...

"Fuck! What is wrong with me...?"

The bite hurt so much...

But only at first...

She leaned against the shower wall, bracing with her arm, and sighed. Her free hand reached to her neck, touching the bite marks there.

Uncontrollable arousal flooded her mind, and she grasped her small boob, massaging it and gently rolling her little brown nipple between her fingers. She moaned from her own touch, and memories of the encounter flooded back into her. Instinctually, She lowered her hand, gasping as she slipped a finger inside of herself.

~More flashes : Her willing submission to his bite. Her lips kissing his chest, then suckling from a small cut. The taste of his blood in her mouth.~

She started to rub herself out fiercely, as she thought of him...

His eyes, forcing unquestionable submission and stirring her carnal desires.

His bite, all consuming, leaving her powerless to resist.

His ravenous sexual appetite, claiming her body as his own.

And the gift of his blood, slowly but surely, changing her into a vampire.

Rachel came, crying out loudly, “Ahhhhhh!, "ahhh..."

“ohhhhhhhh....” Her eyes rolled back as she felt the scalding water rain down over her naked body, washing away the results of her orgasm. But also... something else... An unfamiliar, but pleasing, sensation in her mouth. Her new teeth... subtly responded to her orgasm. She gasped softly as they shifted, freeing themselves from the confines of her upper gums. Her body flushed with goosebumps as they did, tingling with excitement at the new sensation.

She slid her tongue around them, inspecting tasting, familiarizing. They were sharp, but still small. Not like his... she thought to herself.

In that same moment, Rachel was struck with a sudden sense of panic. Her fangs withdrew, and she cut off the shower water.

She had completely forgotten.