Fledgling Flees

As if summoned by the very thought of blood, the fledgling's ear twitched, catching the distant sound of approaching footsteps and the familiar scent of her former comrades, the blonde's sweet perfume, the redhead's smoky musk, the raven-haired huntress's leather and steel and in one swift motion, she rose from Kat's embrace, her new body coiling with predatory grace before she sprinted toward them, fangs bared, a feral snarl tearing from her throat, and Kat followed at a leisurely pace.

A proud, possessive smile curling her blood-slicked lips as she watched her fledgling, El, descend upon the trio of huntresses who had been her companions moments ago, the blonde's eyes widening in horror before El's fangs sank into her throat, a deep, possessive bite that drew forth a torrent of hot, coppery blood, El's throat working as she took several deep, shuddering gulps, the blonde's struggles weakening as her life was drained away, her body going slack against El's voluptuous curves, and then El pulled back with a satisfied hiss, a trail of crimson dripping from her chin, and turned to the fiery redhead, who stumbled backward with a scream that was cut short as El's fangs pierced her neck.

The taste of her blood flooding El's senses, a symphony of flavours that drove her wild, her newly-formed cunt clenching with each swallow as she rode the ecstasy of the kill, and finally, with a predatory grace that spoke of her new nature, El moved to the raven-haired huntress, the most stubborn of the trio, and sank her fangs into her throat, drinking deeply as the huntress's body shuddered and went limp in her arms, her lifeblood flowing into El's hungry mouth as Kat watched, her crimson eyes gleaming with approval, ready to claim the fallen huntresses for their coven.

Kat moved among the fallen huntresses with the fluid grace of a predator surveying her conquest, her talons slicing cleanly across each wrist in turn, the dark, potent blood welling up in glistening beads before she pressed the wounds to parted lips, watching with possessive satisfaction as the trio drank, their throats working instinctively as the vampiric essence flooded their systems, and the transformations came swift and violent.

The blonde was the first to rise, her body convulsing as her breasts swelled and thrust outward, her hands instinctively rising to cup the heavy, expansive orbs that now strained against her torn blouse, a gasp of shock and pleasure escaping her lips as she felt the weight of her new form, the pert nipples hardening against her palms.

Next was the redhead following moments later, her lithe frame rippling and reshaping as her curves bloomed into a voluptuous hourglass, and she ran her taloned hands down her own sublime form, tracing the newly-defined waist, the flare of her hips, the plump swell of her ass, a shudder of pure, carnal delight coursing through her as she explored the body that had been remade for sin; and finally.

Lastly came the raven-haired huntress, the most stubborn of the trio, she arched her back as the transformation took hold, a deep, guttural yowl tearing from her throat as the pleasure of rebirth crashed over her in waves, her body contorting and swelling into a mirror of her sisters' new forms, her fangs lengthening, her eyes blazing crimson as she rose to her full, predatory height, and Kat stood before them, her arms open in a gesture of welcome, her blood-slicked smile promising a world of hunger and ecstasy.

As the four new vampires turned their crimson gazes toward their mistress, their cunts slick and aching, their fangs sharp, their hearts silent as their arousal thrummed in unison with the primal rhythm of the hunt.