Seventh reflection

It has been two days since we moved into Ekim’s house, two days since that weird hallucination I got in my old flat. I have not been able to make any sense of it and to be honest I did not have much time to think about it. Killing Yhtak, settling at Ekim’s, making his wife our little lap dog, hunting, bringing boys and girls at our new place, fucking them, fucking each other, fucking Ekim’s wife, draining our preys, Nasus and I have been quite busy.

This afternoon, while we were sleeping, my tiny blonde popsicle got a message from work, Mister Egroeg Snevets Notrub wants to see her ASAP or else he will have to fire her. Apparently, the prick of a Brit has already fired me. But I guess that dumb hostesses are easier to come by than qualified masseuses in the current economic context. I agree to follow her there.

Orchids wellness and spa center has obviously not changed much in four days. But a strange nostalgic feeling comes over me as I step into my former workplace. Nasus goes directly to Egroeg’s office - at last we will know what he does in there - while I walk around the place looking for something to sink my teeth in. Following a delicious scent, I step into a massaging cabin. A man, mid-thirties, is waiting for his masseuse. I smile.

Seventh reflection

On the table, the client is on his back, naked. Some blood is slowly pouring from twin bite marks on his neck.

Nire is squatting astride his lap letting his thick dick penetrate her gluttonous cunt. Her chin is covered in blood. A powerful orgasm rides her gut. She falls over the man’s chest nesting her face into his neck.

Her pelvis contracts and some sperm sips down the man’s balls flowing from the interstice between her pussy and his pulsating cock. Accelerating her hips swing, she drains him, until, after a final orgasm, he dies. She raises, lets the pleasure wash over her and looks at the door.

The masseuse finally arrives. She starts to scream but Nire jumps on her and swiftly slides her fangs into her neck. She takes a few gulps as the poor girl slowly sinks into an abyss of writhing pleasure. Nire withdraws to catch her breathe. Her gaze falls on the mirror when…

The image blurs.

The configuration is totally different. Nasus, strangely human and highly appetizing, is giving the same man a massage. He seems to be asleep, not dead; a tiny bit of saliva is pouring from the edge of his mouth. No blood on his neck and his limp dick is modestly hidden by a towel.

The door behind them opens and Nire, human as well, steps in. She is carrying a stack of folded towels. The masseuse makes a discreet gesture at the newcomer asking her to get closer and the two girls gently kiss for a fleeting second. Nire leaves the room a few moments later smiling.

The image blurs again.

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