Darkness

Minako's Devotion

The voice in Minako's head was now loud and clear—no longer a whisper, but a deep, velvety roar that echoed through her skull like a dark song she couldn't shake, burrowing into every cell of her body, setting her nerves ablaze:

My daughter… welcome… my child of the night… let the hunger consume you… revel in pleasure forever… feed… serve your queen eternally… say my name, child…

Minako let the hard shaft slip from her mouth—her new, long fangs lightly scraped across the throbbing skin, leaving fine red trails, saliva and his precum running in thick, glistening strands over her full, swollen lips, dripping onto her chin and breasts, sticky and warm, the salty, metallic taste exploding on her tongue, making her shudder. She moaned deeply—a throaty, animalistic sound—then her lips formed the name, first a whisper, barely audible, her voice trembling with lust and surrender:

“Lilithara…”

Then louder, almost a cry that echoed through the alley:

“Lilithara… my queen…”

Her gaze drifted to the back door of the bookstore through which she had come. The door was closed—a dark, silent maw behind which her friends slept—Usagi, Chibiusa, Rei, Makoto. For a tiny moment something flickered in her eyes—a glimmer of desperation, a last remnant of the old light, a hint of guilt, fear, love. Her hand twitched as if she wanted to run back, back to them, back to what she once was.

But before she could think, the hard shaft pressed against her lips again—hot, throbbing, slick with her own saliva. Minako opened her mouth immediately, took it deep, sucked hard and greedily, her tongue swirling around the head, her new fangs lightly scraping the skin without biting, though the thought of it made her shudder with lust. The brief flicker of light inside her extinguished again, smothered by the flood of desire crashing over her.

She rode the vampire behind her harder—her hips rising and falling in a wild, **** rhythm, her pussy milking his cold shaft, the wet smacking of her movements echoing through the alley, mingling with the soft patter of rain on the ground. The vampire in front of her thrust deeper into her mouth—she sucked greedily, lips sealed tightly around the shaft, tongue dancing, tasting the salty precum dripping in thick drops down her tongue. Her hand massaged the third shaft—firmly, quickly, her thumb rubbing over the head, spreading the precum until he came—hot, thick spurts of cold cum sprayed over her hand, running between her fingers, sticky and cool on her overheated skin.

Minako came again—a scream of pleasure tore from her throat, muffled by the shaft in her mouth, her pussy spasming around the cock inside her, her ass clenching, a gush of wetness running down her thighs, dripping onto the wet ground. Her eyes glowed red, her body shuddered, sweat ran over her skin, making it glisten, wet.

The voice in her head laughed—deep, triumphant:

Yes… my daughter… revel in it… feed… serve me… forever…

Minako embraced the darkness. She was no longer Sailor Venus.

She was the new daughter of the night.

And she wanted more.

Forever.