Lost lamb

The party was in full swing when Marcus and Jen entered through Derek's front door. The house was packed with costumed bodies—zombies and superheroes, witches and pop culture references all crammed into the main floor, music pounding, **** flowing freely.

Marcus felt the **** on his newly heightened senses immediately. Dozens of heartbeats creating a symphony of pulses. The smell of blood beneath skin, sweat, arousal, fear. The heat of so many living bodies pressed together.

It was intoxicating.

Beside him, Jen swayed slightly, gripping his arm. "Whoa. Everything is so... loud. Bright. I can smell everything."

"The transformation is progressing," Marcus murmured into her ear, his hand steadying her. "My blood is changing you. By the end of tonight, you'll be fully turned."

"I can hear heartbeats," she whispered, her eyes wide with wonder and hunger. "So many heartbeats."

"Good." Marcus's hand slid around her waist possessively. "Now let's find you someone to practice on."

They moved through the crowd, Marcus's cape drawing appreciative looks and comments. Several people complimented their costumes, not realizing the vampire lord and his wench were very real.

Marcus scanned the room with predatory focus, searching for the right prey. Someone isolated enough to approach. Beautiful enough to be worthy. Innocent enough to corrupt.

And then he saw her.

She stood by the makeshift bar in Derek's kitchen, laughing at something another partygoer had said. Her costume was Little Bo Peep—frilly pink and white dress with multiple layers of petticoats creating a bell shape, white stockings, ribbons in her blonde hair, and she even carried a shepherd's crook staff decorated with more ribbons.

She was stunning. Petite, maybe five-foot-three, with delicate features and bright blue eyes. The innocent costume only enhanced her natural beauty—the pink brought out the flush in her cheeks, the white contrasted with her golden hair.

Perfect.

"Her," Marcus said quietly to Jen, nodding toward Bo Peep.

Jen followed his gaze and her breath caught. Even in her partially transformed state, she could recognize prime prey. "She's beautiful."

"She is. And she's going to be your first." Marcus felt Jen tense with anticipation beside him. "Watch me first. Learn."

He led Jen across the room, navigating through the crowd until they reached the kitchen. Bo Peep was alone now, the person she'd been talking to having wandered away. She was checking her phone, taking a sip from a red solo cup.

Marcus approached with confident grace, Jen a half-step behind.

"Bo Peep," he said, his voice carrying that supernatural resonance. "How appropriate. A shepherd tending her flock."

Bo Peep looked up and her eyes widened as she took in Marcus's appearance—the dramatic vampire costume, the cape, his pale skin and dark eyes. Then her gaze shifted to Jen in her gothic wench attire.

"Oh wow," she breathed. "Your costumes are incredible. You two look like you stepped out of a movie."

"Thank you." Marcus smiled, keeping his fangs retracted for now. "I'm Marcus. This is Jen. And you are?"

"Lily." She held out her hand and Marcus took it, bringing it to his lips in an old-fashioned gesture. He felt her pulse jump at the contact.

"Enchanting." He held her hand a moment longer than necessary, his thumb brushing her wrist where he could feel her heartbeat. "You came alone?"

"No, I'm here with friends but they scattered when we got here." Lily laughed, a bright sound. "I keep texting but no one's responding. Typical."

"Then it's fate we found you." Marcus released her hand slowly. "We were just heading outside for some air. It's rather stifling in here. Would you like to join us?"

He pushed just slightly with his compulsion—not forcing her, just encouraging, making the idea more appealing than it would naturally be.

Lily hesitated, then smiled. "Sure, why not? I could use some fresh air."

"Excellent." Marcus gestured toward the back door. "After you."

As Lily started walking, Jen leaned close to Marcus and whispered, "I can smell her blood. God, I can smell it and it's making me so hungry—and wet—is that normal?"

"Perfectly normal." Marcus's hand slid down to grip Jen's ass through her skirts. "Hunger and arousal are intertwined for our kind. The hunt is sexual. The feed is orgasmic. You'll see."

They followed Lily out the back door into Derek's yard. The party noise faded slightly as the door closed behind them. The backyard was large but poorly lit—just one flickering tiki torch near the patio, the rest in shadow.

Perfect hunting ground.

"Much better," Lily said, breathing in the cool October air. She leaned her Bo Peep staff against the house and took another sip of her drink. "So how do you two know Derek?"

"College," Marcus answered smoothly, moving closer. His cape swirled with the movement. "But we're not particularly close with him. We came for the atmosphere. The costumes. The opportunity to meet interesting people."

"Like you," Jen added, finding her voice. She moved to Lily's other side, flanking her.

Lily laughed, seeming pleased by the attention. "You're both being very charming. Are you trying to seduce me?"

"Would you mind if we were?" Marcus asked directly, his eyes locking with hers.

Lily's breath caught. "I... I don't usually... I mean, I've never..."

"Never been with a couple?" Marcus stepped closer, invading her space. "Or never been with a woman?"

"Both," Lily admitted, her cheeks flushing pink. "But I've thought about it. Fantasized."

"Have you?" Marcus's hand came up to brush a strand of blonde hair from her face. "Tell me about these fantasies."

He pushed with compulsion again, stronger this time, making her want to share, want to open up to these beautiful strangers.

"I've imagined..." Lily's voice was breathy now. "Being with a woman while a man watches. Or a man and woman together, both touching me. Both wanting me."

"That sounds lovely," Jen purred, her hand coming to rest on Lily's arm. Marcus could see the hunger growing in Jen's eyes, her pupils dilating, her fangs not descended yet but close.

"We could make that fantasy real," Marcus offered. "Right here. Right now. If you want."

"Someone could see—" Lily protested weakly.

"Let them." Marcus was fully in predator mode now, his compulsion wrapping around Lily's will like silk chains. "Come with us. Into the shadows. Let us make you feel things you've only dreamed about."

Lily nodded slowly, completely under his thrall now. "Yes. Okay. Yes."

Marcus took her hand and led her away from the house, deeper into the shadowy corner of the yard where a large oak tree blocked the light from the house. Jen followed, her breathing heavy with anticipation and hunger.

Once they were properly hidden in darkness, Marcus positioned Lily with her back against the tree. Her frilly pink dress glowed faintly in the dim light, making her look ethereal and innocent.

"So beautiful," Marcus murmured, his hands framing her face. "So pure. We're going to corrupt you so sweetly."

He kissed her then—deep and demanding, his tongue invading her mouth. Lily moaned into the kiss, her hands coming up to grip his vest.

Behind Marcus, Jen made a small whimpering sound. He could smell her arousal intensifying, could hear her heartbeat racing.

Marcus pulled back from the kiss and spoke to Jen without taking his eyes off Lily. "Come here. Touch her."

Jen moved forward immediately, her hands reaching for Lily's small waist. "She's so soft. So warm."

"Kiss her," Marcus commanded. "Show her how good a woman's lips can feel."

Jen leaned in and kissed Lily with surprising confidence, her burgundy lips against Lily's pink ones. Lily made a small sound of surprise that melted into pleasure as Jen's tongue explored her mouth.

Marcus watched for a moment, his cock hardening in his leather pants at the sight. Then he moved behind Lily, pressing against her back, sandwiching her between them.

His cape came up instinctively, wrapping around all three of them, creating their cocoon of shadow and crimson.

"That's it," Marcus murmured against Lily's ear while Jen continued to kiss her. "Surrender to it. Let us make you feel everything."

His hands moved to cup Lily's breasts through the frilly pink dress, squeezing gently. Lily gasped into Jen's mouth, her body arching.

"Jen," Marcus instructed. "Get on your knees. Show our little shepherd what your tongue can do."

Jen broke the kiss and dropped to her knees immediately, the hunger and arousal driving her. She pushed up Lily's multiple petticoats, exposing white stockings and simple white cotton panties.

"So innocent," Jen breathed, her voice rough with need. "Not for long."

Marcus continued to grind against Lily from behind, his hard cock pressing against her ass through her dress and his leather pants. His hands roamed over her body—breasts, waist, hips—while his cape shifted around them.

Jen hooked her fingers in Lily's panties and pulled them down to her knees. Then she leaned in and ran her tongue through Lily's pussy in one long stroke.

Lily cried out, her head falling back against Marcus's shoulder. "Oh god—"

"Not god," Marcus corrected, pulling her head to the side to expose her neck. "Something much darker."

He could see the vein pulsing beneath her skin. Could smell the blood flowing hot and sweet. His fangs descended fully, aching to pierce her.

But not yet. Jen needed to feed first. This was her first kill.

"Taste her," Marcus encouraged Jen. "Devour her. Make her cum on your tongue."

Jen obeyed eagerly, her mouth working Lily's clit with growing expertise. The partially completed transformation was already enhancing her abilities—she could sense exactly where Lily needed to be touched, could taste the changing chemistry as arousal built.

Marcus continued grinding against Lily from behind, his hands squeezing her breasts roughly. His fangs scraped along her neck without breaking skin yet, just the promise of what was coming.

"Please—" Lily moaned, lost in sensation, still under compulsion. "Please don't stop—"

"We won't," Marcus promised. He couldn't resist any longer—he needed just a taste.

He bit down on the side of her neck, his fangs sinking in shallow—not a deep feeding, just a quick taste. Lily's scream was ecstasy as his venom flooded her system, the vampire's kiss turning pain into dark pleasure.

Her blood was exquisite. Young and sweet and flavored with innocence and arousal. Marcus took three deep swallows before forcing himself to withdraw, licking the wounds.

"So sweet," he groaned. "Jen—taste for yourself—she's close—make her cum and then feed—"

Jen redoubled her efforts, her tongue working Lily's clit frantically while her fingers slid inside, pumping and curling. She could feel the blood calling to her, could sense Lily approaching orgasm.

And then she felt it—the sharp ache in her gums, the pressure building. Her fangs descended fully for the first time, sharp and perfect and ready.

"Marcus—" Jen pulled back to gasp. "My fangs—they're—"

"Perfect timing." Marcus pulled Lily's head to the other side, exposing fresh neck. "Feed with me. Dual bite. Together."

Lily was trembling on the edge, Jen's fingers still working inside her. "Please—so close—need—"

"Cum," Marcus commanded with full compulsion. "Cum now."

Lily's orgasm hit like lightning, her body convulsing, her scream echoing in the dark yard.

Marcus and Jen struck simultaneously.

Their fangs sank into opposite sides of Lily's neck in perfect synchronization. Hot blood flooded both their mouths as they drank deeply, feeding together, sharing their first kill.

The sensation was transcendent. Marcus could taste Lily's innocence, her pleasure, her surrender. Could feel Jen beside him experiencing her first real feed, their bond strengthening as they shared this intimate ****.

Lily's second orgasm hit from the dual feeding, the vampire venom from two sources overwhelming her system completely. She would have collapsed if Marcus wasn't holding her up, his cape wrapped around all three of them.

They fed until Lily went limp between them, drained but not dead—weakened and marked but alive. Marcus and Jen withdrew their fangs simultaneously, both licking the wounds to seal them.

When they pulled back, their eyes met over Lily's shoulder. Both their mouths were stained with blood. Both their eyes were dark with power and satisfaction.

"How do you feel?" Marcus asked.

"Incredible," Jen breathed. "Powerful. Hungry for more."

"Good." Marcus lowered Lily gently to the ground, propping her against the tree. She'd wake in an hour with vague memories and four bite marks she couldn't explain. "You're almost fully turned now. Just need to complete the transformation."

"How?"

"You need to die and wake again." Marcus pulled Jen close, kissing her deeply, tasting Lily's blood mixed with his own on her tongue. "But not here. Not now. First, we find more prey. Build our strength. And then..." He smiled against her lips. "Then I'll drain you to the edge of **** and feed you my blood until you transform completely."

"Yes," Jen agreed eagerly. "More. I want more."

"Then let's go hunting, my dark consort." Marcus's cape swirled as he took her hand. "The night is young and the party is full of potential prey."

Together they walked back toward the house, leaving Little Bo Peep **** and marked in the shadows, the first victim of many to fall to the newly transformed vampire lord and his ascending wench.