She’s Angry

“Nick, Carrie what have you been doing?”

Like lightning, Carrie springs from the bed.

“Whatever the hell we want, Father.”

She reaches him and grabs him by his chest. With one hand she tilts his head.

“Hiss!” An inhuman sound escapes her lips.

You watch as she plunges her fangs into his neck. You sit up. Your cock immediately hardens. You can’t believe how sexy Carrie’s fangs look.

Father Michael gurgles. “For God’s sake, man, help me!”

You can’t move. You are literally frozen, enjoying watching Carrie feed and damn herself.

In front of you, you watch as Father Michael goes limp in her arms. Carrie turns toward you grinning and licking the blood from her lips.

“Thank you, Nick. You really are my hero. It’s time for us to go see Vespa.”

You cum at the utterance of her name. She is the love of your life. You remember your meeting with her.

You entered her office and threw holy water. Moving almost like a character from, she dodged all of it. You move to grab your stake and you look into her eyes. Your world stops.

“Impressive bravery, for a mortal. I haven’t talked a thrall in ages, but you would be impressive and useful to get my new hire back. Come.”

You walk to her and bend your neck. You feel a pinch and then euphoria. Despite being weak, you are sad when she stops. She cuts her wrist and holds it to your mouth. She tastes exquisite.

She looks into your eyes and your mind opens to her.

“You love only me, Nick. You will go help that little trollop, Carrie. Do whatever she tells you to help her get back here. Oh, and you will forget our little encounter and believe you killed me and still love Carrie, until someone says my name.”

“Yes, we need to get back to Vespa. I’ll drive you.”

“Sure you don’t want to go for round two, Nick?”

“I don’t think so. Vespa is waiting.”