After hearing about her fantasies, Alex couldn’t control his interest in Brittany. He had his own imagination about how to take his victims, and one dream certainly included a willing vixen. He talked about his plans with Misty, who became equally enthusiastic. This was the first time Alex spoke of involving Misty in a seduction, as opposed to simply hunting. In fact, Alex planned to let Misty take the lead this time, allowing Alex to be a voyeur of his lady-love and a new mistress.
Brittany lived in a third-floor apartment near the beach in Santa Monica. Alex and Misty parked across the street from Brittany’s building. He had considered arranging a dramatic entrance from a balcony or through an open window, but decided against it. Sadly, one trait he did not possess as a vampire was the ability to change shape into bats or other creatures. As a result, the front door was the only practical approach.
For a Saturday night, Brittany Fisher was in bed rather early. The auditions had taken several hours after forcing her to get up at dawn. She hadn’t expected much from it. In fact, she was remarkably surprised by how professionally the auditions had been run. Of course, she had to take off her clothes for the director, but that was no surprise considering it was for a porn film.
Three hours after the auditions, Brittany still had the director, Alex Winters, on her mind. She thought she should have been shocked by how open and honest she was to him about her vampire fantasies. Instead, she enjoyably relived the interview in her mind.
After she described her lesbian fling with her best friend, Alex told her a little about the movie. He explained that it was quite a coincidence that she was so sexually turned on about vampires, and now she was going to be in a sex movie about vampires. It didn’t even dawn on her at first that he had just told her she was in the cast. Once she realized what he said, she wrapped her arms around him and planted an excited kiss on Alex. And Alex acted like a gentleman, despite being embraced by a half-naked, voluptuous woman.
Alex said he would forward a contract and a script within a week. He confirmed the information she listed on her application, including her home address. He shook her hand, gave her another gentlemanly kiss on her wrist, and told she’s be seeing him soon.
Brittany felt strangly exhausted when she got home. She made herself a quick meal, and then jumped into the shower. She turned up the water to extra-hot, the way she liked it. She loved the way the bathroom filled up with steam and heat. She liked to imagine her vampire lover appearing through the clouds, coming to get her when she was nude and vulnerable. As she fantasized tonight, she pictured Alex as her vampire.
Her skin felt ultra-sensitive under the hot, driving water. She didn’t normally touch herself in the shower, but tonight, even innocent contact gave her a rush. When she soaped up, she practically brought herself to orgasm just from lathering her boobs. The pleasure increased even more when she reached her nether regions. She slipped one finger, and then a second into her cunt lips. She had completely shaved herself for the audition, and her skin was still silky smooth under her touch.
She couldn’t stop frigging herself, desperate for a climax that wouldn’t come. Her nipples her painfully hard in one hand and she was literally gushing into her other hand, but still no release. Eventually, she ran out of hot water, and the steam slowly dissipated. Brittany was completely frustrated by her inability to orgasm as she turned off the water and reached for a towel.
As she dried off, again, she was consumed by pleasure with every touch. The towel felt softer than usual, and felt so good rubbing between her tits, down her taut stomach, and cleaving between her needing thighs. In her mind, she could feel Alex’s hands caressing the towel against her flesh, sneaking a feel of her breast, pressing against her mound. It was torture of the most rapturous variety.
She flopped onto her bed, sobbing from her inability to get off. If ever there was a night she wished she still had a boyfriend, it was now. She was sure that... whatever his name was... well, he would have fucked her silly, right? Strangely, she couldn’t picture any of her former boyfriends. When the name of one of them managed to get into her head, the only image which came to mind was a laughably small prick.
But Alex... He could get her cumming over and over and over. Brittany imagined wrapping her mouth around his monstrously large cock. But she could take him. Oh yes, she could take him all the way. His jism flooded into her mouth, too much for her to swallow it all down. It dribbled down her cheek and fell off her chin onto her heaving bosom. She opened her eyes to see Alex transformed. His eyes gleamed red, and he had long, sharp fangs. He looked demonic and majestic. And she wanted him too much to contain.
Brittany gasped. She had passed out on her bed, still naked and shivering from her dream. Her luscious dark hair was damp and flowing around her head. She blinked twice, waiting to see if she was back in reality. Once she accepted the disappointment, she got up and walked over to her dresser to pick out something to wear to bed.
After climbing under her thick comforter, she stared up at the ceiling. She felt physically drained, but not at all sleepy. In fact, her body was still incredibly charged up from her shower fantasies. She decided to read for a little bit, hoping it would help her relax. She had two books on her nightstand, both of them vampire stories. One was a “Buffy” novel, and the other was an erotic novel she found in a small, out-of-the-way bookstore in Hollywood. The cover of the erotic novel had a stylized photo of an attractive woman, eyes closed and mouth half-open, with her head lolled back onto the shoulder of a male with obviously fake fangs. Given her mental state, there was no decision to make. Buffy ended up back on the nightstand, along with her Bela Lugosi bookmark.
Brittany found her place again and started reading. There wasn’t much of a plot line. Really, the book was mainly one sex scene after another, spliced together with what some hack passed off as a story. But the writing was lurid, and the author was very good at describing the female victims who were lucky enough to be taken by the god-like vampire master. The writing couldn’t have been too bad, since she found herself identifying with each woman, even so far as feeling the piercing ecstacy of his fangs with each description of a lust bite into a throat, tit, wrist, thigh or cunt.
A knock came at the door. At first startled, Brittany realized someone was knocking at her door. She got up out of bed to answer it. She wrapped a white silk robe around her form, covering the lace-trimmed satin camisole and tap pants she was wearing. She completed a loose knot with the ribbon at her waist by the time she got to the door.
“Can I help you?” Brittany asked through the partly-open door, held secure by a thick chain attached to the door frame. She looked out to see a very attractive young woman wearing a tight black bustier, form-fitting black leather pants, and a black lace choker. And even though it was nearly midnight, the blonde was wearing sunglasses.
The woman pulled the shades down to the tip of her nose and her eyes peeked over the rims. She smiled at Brittany, flashing slender but unmistakable fangs. “Brittany Fisher? Hi, I’m Misty. I’m a friend of Alex Winters.” Misty could tell Brittany saw the fangs, and that she was turned on. “May I come in?”
The door slammed shut. Misty could hear Brittany fumbling with the security chain through the closed door. After a moment of silence, the door opened again.
“Please come in,” Brittany offered.
Brittany stood behind the door as Misty swept in. Brittany thought she felt the temperature cool considerably when the woman came in. She closed the door behind her but didn’t think to lock it.
“So, you say you’re a friend of Alex?”
Misty smiled again. “Well, you could say that. Actually, I’m a... partner of his.” Misty cozied up close to Brittany, stroking her index finger along the crook of Brittany’s throat. “He thought the two of us should get to know each other.”
“Would you like something to drink?” Brittany stammered as she asked.
“Actually,” Misty said as she let her hand drift down to the loose knot holding Brittany’s robe closed, “I was thinking of drinking you.”
One more time, Misty smiled. To emphasize the point (or points), she licked her lips, and then ran her tongue over the tips of her fangs. Brittany gasped and swallowed deeply, letting herself believe what she was seeing.
“Are you... are you really... I mean...”
Brittany didn’t get the chance to finish her thought. “Shhh,” Misty said while she nodded. “It’s all real,” she whispered.
Brittany let herself be guided by Misty onto her back. Misty tossed off her sunglasses. For the first time, Brittany gazed deeply into Misty’s eyes, drawn in by crystalline sparkling. Misty reached back to unbuckle her bustier. Once it came open, she peeled off the top. Brittany couldn’t resist reaching out to touch Misty’s unworldly tits. After her turning, Misty had herself measured for a new wardrobe, and if she needed a bra, she would wear a 34DD.
“Alex told me you’ve always wanted to sleep with a vampire. But you realize, before you get your wish, you have to give yourself.” Misty was on top of Brittany, straddling her hips. She pushed Brittany’s camisole up her smooth, hard stomach. “So tell me, Brittany, are you ready to be my blood slave?”
Brittany’s cheeks flushed with excitement as heat ran through the young woman’s body. Misty felt the warmth spread into into Brittany’s breasts. Misty understood why Alex was so hot for this girl. She would have been turned on by Brittany even before her conversion.
“Anything,” Brittany moaned. without hesitation. “Please.”
Misty’s lips peeled away from her fangs. She pressed her breasts against Brittany’s, enjoying the firm pillows emanating heat against her. Brittany held her breath as she felt Misty’s teeth first make contact against her throat, and gasped as the sharp points pierced her skin and tore through the vein beneath. Brittany’s breathing became shallow and uneven for a couple gasps. Then suddenly, she was flooded with overpowering waves of pleasure. In an instant, all her pent-up needing ripped through her, sending her into uncontrolled screaming. She felt as if all those orgasms she needed so badly earlier were being released by her vampire mistress.
Misty drank deeply from her new lover, smiling internally from Brittany’s obvious pleasure. She was overwhelmed by the taste and the feeling the blood brought to her. She could literally taste Brittany’s sexual desire, and it was so good. She pulled away, not wanting to take too much from her willing donor. Misty swept her tongue across the twin wounds, taking a few more drops of the precious elixir. Her saliva also rapidly healed Brittany’s skin. Misty could detect her bite marks, but no mortal would notice anything unusual about the slight blemishes.
Brittany started coming out of the daze brought on by Misty’s sexual powers. She felt light-headed, but blissful from the cause. “That was amazing,” Brittany whispered. “How are you possible?”
“You’ll get your answers soon enough, my sweet. First, though, it’s time for you to return the favor.”
Still straddling her lover, Misty directed Brittany’s attention to Misty’s waist. Misty pulled one of the strings tied into a knot at the front of her pants. She slowly unlaced herself, opening the black leather down to her finely-shaved thatch. The smell of musk mixed with leather filled the air.
“You want that, don’t you?” Misty asked. Brittany looked on longingly, and nodded.
Next, Misty climbed off of Brittany and stood up. Silently, she took Brittany’s hands in her own, and slid them inside along the curves of her tight ass. Brittany followed the unspoken instruction and kept going, guiding the pants past Misty’s hips until they dropped to the floor.
Misty got back on the couch, this time letting Brittany climb on top of her. Brittany didn’t need any additional guidance. She lavished attention with her mouth on Misty’s tits, and then lovingly worked her way down between Misty’s legs.
Misty had been given specific instructions on what to do once she got to this point with Brittany. She was to think of three things. First, she was to think of Brittany wanting to be a slave to Alex. Second, she was to think of Brittany’s tits growing until they were almost as large and round as her own. And third, she was to think of Brittany having retractable fangs, with the fangs appearing whenever she became aroused. In short, Alex wanted Misty to turn Brittany into the first of his mortal vampire vixens for the movie. That said, Misty guessed that Alex had more in mind for Brittany, but she kept those thoughts to herself while Brittany’s mouth was fastened to her lovebox, so she wouldn’t corrupt Brittany more than Alex had requested.
Brittany was very good at cunt-licking, and she got better as she went. Misty lost track of the number of orgasms as Brittany’s tongue pressed her clit into lustful oblivion. One particular tongue thrust was followed by a shriek of delight, and Brittany was rewarded with an additional splash of Misty’s sex juice.
“Is she treating you right?” Alex asked, standing over the sofa and looking down on his mistress and her love-toy.
“You know it, baby,” Misty sighed.
Brittany heard the voices and glanced up from Misty’s pussy. Instantly, she was entranced as she recognized Alex.
“Master!”
Two slim fangs, almost identical to Misty’s, highlighted Brittany’s ecstatic smile.
“Sit up, my dear,” Alex commanded. At once, Brittany obeyed. Her newly-expanded tits hung proudly.
“Shall we?” Misty asked. Alex nodded and winked at her.
Misty sprang up and lunged at Brittany’s left breast. At the same time, Alex gluttonously bit into the right. Brittany, getting her greatest wishes fulfilled, gasped and groaned and moaned and screamed “yes, yes, yes” over and over until she couldn’t do more than sigh contentedly while she suckled her master and mistress.
When he was in junior high, Alex smuggled a copy of Playboy out of his older brother’s private stash. In that issue was a pictorial featuring a classically-dressed vampire who took a virginal blonde, and then led the blonde into a menage a trois with a brunette hooker. The final photo was in the vampire’s coffin, where he slept with an naked and envamped slave on each side.
Alex used to masturbate to that photo.
Tonight, Alex lived it. Misty and Brittany snuggled close to him. He could feel their superhuman tits pressed against him, crushed into his body. Misty had one of her hands wrapped around his erect cock, stroking it softly. Brittany grasped and massaged his balls while whispering sweet nothings into his ear.
He promised he would have someone take a picture of this scene in the future, so another generation would have beat-off material.