Lincoln reborn

Haiku stepped closer, her eyes fixed on Ronnie Anne. "Becoming something more? Or becoming something that feeds on the young and the innocent?" "We feed on pleasure," Lucy said. "And blood. They are the same to us now." Haiku looked at Lincoln, still kneeling, his cock semi-hard from the tension and excitement. "And him? What is he to you?" "He'sour lover" Ronnie Anne said, her voice a low growl. "And he's going to help me ." Without waiting for further discussion, Ronnie Anne turned back to Lincoln, her fangs fully extended. She knelt before him, her face level with his crotch. "I need to taste you," she whispered, and then she took his cock into her mouth. Lincoln gasped as her cold lips wrapped around him. Her tongue, now slightly rough like a cat's, worked along his shaft. She sucked him deep, her throat opening to accept him. Her fangs scraped gently against his skin, not breaking it, but reminding him of the danger. "Yes," Lucy breathed, watching. Ronnie Anne's head bobbed up and down, her hands gripping his thighs. She pulled back, licking the tip, then plunged down again. Lincoln's hands found her hair, tangling in it as he moaned. "Oh, God, Ronnie Anne..." She looked up at him, her eyes glowing, and sucked harder. Her fangs pricked the base of his cock, and a tiny drop of blood mixed with his precum. She moaned at the taste, her hips grinding against the air. "That's it," Sidney said, her voice husk. "Make him ours." Haiku watched, her expression unreadable. "You're turning him into one of you?" "Indeed haiku...how bout you..mmm...want to join me" Lucy said in a seductive tone.

Haiku stepped forward, her dark eyes glinting with interest. "Join you?" she repeated, her voice low and contemplative. She circled the group slowly, taking in the scene—Lincoln on his knees, Ronnie Anne's mouth working on him, Sidney watching with hungry eyes, and Lucy standing nude with an expectant smile. "I've always been drawn to the macabre," Haiku said, stopping in front of Lucy. "The poetry of darkness, the beauty of decay...you know this lucy. But this... this is something else entirely." She reached out, tracing a finger along Lucy's jawline. "You've become a living poem. A creature of night and desire." Lucy's breath caught at the touch. "Then join us. Join me haiku..let me turn you, make you our lover and suster in fangs." Haiku's gaze drifted to Ronnie Anne, who had paused her ministrations, Lincoln's cock glistening with her saliva and a thin trail of blood. "And what would you have me do?" "Whatever pleases you," Lucy said. "We are beyond rules now. Beyond the constraints of mortal existence." Haiku considered this, then moved to kneel beside Ronnie Anne. "I've never been one to follow convention," she said, her hand coming to rest on Ronnie Anne's shoulder. "Show me..make me yours."

Lucy's smile widened, a predatory glint in her eyes. "As you wish, my dark poet." She moved closer to Haiku, her hand trailing down to cup her breast. "But first, you must feel...."

Haiku's hands moved to the hem of her black dress, pulling it over her head in one fluid motion. The moonlight caught the pale curve of her shoulders, the sharp lines of her collarbone. She stood before them, her dark hair cascading around her bare breasts, her skin almost luminous in the dim light. "Like what you see?" she asked, her voice carrying that familiar poetic cadence. Lucy's eyes traced over her form appreciatively. "You're beautiful, Haiku. But I always knew you were" Haiku stepped closer to Lucy, their bodies almost touching. "I've written so many poems about darkness," she murmured. "About the beauty of the night, the seduction of shadows. But I never imagined I'd become part of such a living verse." Ronnie Anne had released Lincoln's cock, turning to watch the exchange. Her fangs were still extended, "She's ready, Lucy. I can smell her desire." Lucy reached out, her fingers tracing along Haiku's collarbone, down between her breasts. "Then let'sorepare her..and finish Lincoln s conversion so he can help."

Lucy nodded, her eyes never leaving Haiku's. Then she turned to Ronnie Anne and Sidney. "Now," she commanded. "Make him one of us." The two vampire girls moved to Lincoln, their fangs glistening. Ronnie Anne took his left side, Sidney his right. They bit into his neck simultaneously, their fangs piercing his skin. Lincoln gasped, his body tensing as the dark venom flowed into him. His eyes widened, then glazed over as the transformation began. He felt his heart stutter, then stop, then start again with a new rhythm. The pain was exquisite, blending with the pleasure from before. When they pulled back, his blood dripped from their chins, and he looked up with newly glowing eyes. "It is done," Ronnie Anne said. "He is ours." Lincoln's body shuddered as the change completed. He rose to his feet, his skin pale, his eyes burning with an inner fire. "I... I feel..." he started. "Powerful," Lucy finished for him. "You feel powerful. And you are."