Sexpire coven

Brianna Williams sat frozen in her dorm room, her laptop screen casting pale light across her face. The live stream had ended abruptly, but the image of Cortney—her best friend since sixth grade—transformed into something feral and sex crazed, remained burned into her retinas. Her hands trembled as she closed the browser, but her body betrayed her. A warmth had pooled between her thighs, a wetness that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with what she had witnessed. She sat motionless for a long minute, her breathing shallow, her mind replaying the scenes over and over. Rita's fangs sinking into Cortney's throat. Stephanie's body grinding against Cortney's face. Bryce's relentless thrusts. And Cortney's eyes, wild with pleasure, staring into the camera, whispering "Join us." Brianna shook her head, trying to dispel the images. It was wrong. It was sick. But her body didn't agree. Her nipples had hardened beneath her thin t-shirt, and the wetness between her legs had grown into a desperate ache. She needed to wash it off. She needed to cleanse herself of what she had seen. She stood on unsteady legs, her knees weak as she walked to the small bathroom attached to her dorm room. The fluorescent light buzzed overhead, harsh and unforgiving. She stripped off her clothes, leaving them in a heap on the tile floor, and stepped into the shower. The water was hot, almost scalding, but she welcomed the burn. She stood under the stream, letting it cascade over her face, her shoulders, her breasts. The water ran down her body, but it did nothing to cool the heat building inside her. Her hands moved on their own. She pressed her palms against the cool tile wall, her head bowed as the water beat against her back. But her thoughts kept drifting back to the screen. To Cortney's moans. To the look of pure ecstasy on her friend's face as Rita drank from her. Brianna's hand slid down her stomach, fingers trailing through her wet hair of her pubes. finding the slick heat between her legs. She gasped as she touched herself, her body responding instantly to the stimulation. She tried to stop, tried to pull her hand away, but her fingers had a mind of their own. They circled her clit, slowly at first, then faster, matching the rhythm of Bryce's thrusts in her memory. "No," she whispered to the empty shower, but the word came out as a moan. Her hips bucked against her hand, seeking more friction, more pressure. She imagined Cortney's lips on hers, imagined Stephanie's tongue between her legs, imagined Rita's fangs at her throat or breast. The fantasies swirled together, dark and forbidden, and her body responded with a heat that made the steam from the shower feel cool in comparison. She slid two fingers inside herself, crying out as she did. The water continued to fall, drowning out the sounds of her pleasure. She pumped her fingers in and out, her rhythm growing more frantic as she approached the edge. Her other hand gripped the tile wall, knuckles white, as she drove herself toward climax. The images from the stream flashed behind her closed eyes—Rita's commanding voice, Cortney's willing submission, the raw sexuality of it all. Brianna's orgasm hit her like a wave, her body convulsing against the tile wall as she screamed into the steam. Her fingers continued to work through the aftershocks, milking every last bit of pleasure from her trembling form. She stood there for a long moment, her hand still pressed against her sex, her breathing ragged. The water had begun to cool, and she finally turned it off, stepping out of the shower onto the cold tile floor. She grabbed a towel, wrapping it around herself, but her reflection in the mirror showed a woman she barely recognized. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes dark with arousal. She looked away, unable to meet her own gaze, and dried off in silence, the ghost of Cortney's invitation still echoing in her mind: "Join us."

Cortney lives in kingston, 5 hour drive from campus.Five hours north, Cortney lay sprawled across Rita's king-size bed in the Victorian house on King Street, her body still humming with residual pleasure. The old house creaked around her, settling into the Kingston night, but she barely noticed. Everyone thinks this old house is abandoned, but Cortney now knows its a den, well it is now that her mother has moved in with jer voven of vampires. But She was more focused on the new sensations coursing through her veins—literally. Rita had bitten her , tirned her into one of them..a lustful vampire vixen, Cortney touched the wound on her throat, feeling the raised skin where Rita's fangs had pierced her. it felt like a brand, a mark of belonging that sent a thrill through her every time she brushed her fingers across it. "You're still awake," Rita's voice came from the doorway. Cortney looked up to see the vampire leaning against the frame, wearing nothing but a silk robe that hung open, revealing her pale, perfect body. Her dark blonde hair cascaded against her shoulders, and her crimson lips curled into a knowing smile. "Can't sleep," Cortney admitted, sitting up. The sheet fell away, exposing her bare breasts. She no longer felt the need to cover herself around Rita. Modesty seemed like a human concern, and she was no longer human. Rita crossed the room, her movements fluid and silent, and sat on the edge of the bed. She reached out, tracing a finger along Cortney's jawline.l, then brushing Cortney's dirty blond hair behind her ear.

She smiled, a predatory glint in her eyes. "I have something for you." Cortney's breath hitched as Rita leaned in, her lips brushing against Cortney's. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, but then Rita's hand slid to the back of Cortney's head, fingers tangling in her hair, and the kiss deepened. Cortney melted into it, her body responding to the vampire's touch as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Rita's tongue parted her lips, and Cortney moaned into her mouth, the taste of her own blood still faint on Rita's lips. It was intoxicating. Cortney's hands found Rita's waist, pulling her closer, feeling the cool skin beneath her fingers. The kiss grew more passionate, more desperate, as if they were trying to consume each other. Rita finally broke away, her breath warm against Cortney's cheek. "Do you want to see what else I can teach you?" she whispered, her voice thick with promise. Cortney nodded, her eyes dark with lust. " GOOD...YOU AND BRYCE START WORK AT KINGSTON HIGH TOMORROW....hes the new principal this year, and this will give you and him the chance to increase our growing vampiric sexpire ...and bring my granddaughter..your daughter ...into the fold...destiny will love this" mews Rita the sexpire queen.