Steal His Powers?

An hour ago you were completely straight. You had never even thought about sex with a woman. You know you are changing, because you want Mariska. She is a ripe fruit you want to taste.

“How would you steal his powers?”

“A simple ritual and his fate will become mine and he will die a true ****.”

You giggle. “That sounds wonderful. How did your sire take you?”

She laughs a inhuman musical laugh. “Don’t be silly dear. I was a witch who had given my soul to the Dark Lord. When I found out who he was, what he was, I begged him to take me. He said no at first, but I relentlessly seduced him until he bedded me. That night he turned me. The reason I am different from him is I was already tainted with black magic and perversions you can not yet imagine.”

With each sentence your arousal grows. There is no doubt you want her. You nod in eager agreement.

She caresses your cheek. “Come then, we must prepare the ritual.”

As you follow Mariska out you catch your own reflection. You grin. Your hair is a more vibrant red. You body is pale and free of the imperfections you had when you were alive. Your breasts are at least a cup size bigger and you waste smaller. Indeed you find yourself more sexy and desirable then ever before.

“Now Lena, we will need one little thing for the ritual, a virgin to turn. There is one here, I can smell it. Go fetch her.”