Outwardly, I looked like my usual self, bored amusement showing on my face, as I sipped another Tequila Sunrise, sitting at my throne-like perch on the balcony of the underground, goth, vampire nightclub. Inwardly, I was mulling over my strategy. I had almost everything in place; all I now required was an accomplice. My razor-sharp intuition told me that she’d be in, sooner or later. One does receive the most erotic sexual experience of their life and not come back in the hopes of receiving more.
The club was very much as it was the last time I visited. The bartender still doted over me in the hopes of being my next meal; the goths and vampire groupies writhed and fucked before me. My sexual aura spawned extreme arousal and the lowering of inhibitions for all in proximity. I had no worries about the hunters showing up, here. I was fully healed, well-fed, and pondering if I might like a cock this evening for a little variety.
Two weeks after my midnight run through the desolate city, I had all the intelligence I required. Private investigators are prolific in any city, little more than parasitic mercenaries. Finding one that could track down the people I sought wasn’t difficult. Locating one that was also discrete was nearly impossible. Some sensual persuasion on my part, plus several thousand dollars, did the trick. Within the fortnight, I had uncovered the names of all nine of my assailants, who they worked for, and most of their local addresses. It was money and time on my back well-spent.
I bided my time, spending my days divorcing myself from my antiques business and offices. A few reconnaissance missions into the area alerted me to the fact that they were under constant surveillance. There was no paper trail or evidence to connect my actual home with the false identity used for my business, so I was safe as long as I stayed away. The temptation of taking out the watchers was difficult to resist. However, if I removed one or two of them from the picture, the others would be on high alert.
I sipped my drink, mentally willing a buxom, raven-haired woman, pastie makeup with darkened eyes and a metal rod piercing her tongue, to look up towards me. As my desires fixated on her lithe, black-clad, dancing figure, her focus shot towards me. She smiled, her teeth looking pearly, framed by black lipstick. I nodded to her, smiling, licking the rim of my glass. Her dance turned sexual, her hands fondling herself as she danced solely for my pleasure.
Another fresh drink was gently plopped on the table before me. The bartender hovered near me, staring at my shapely legs and exposed pussy. I was dressed in a long, high-slit, stretchy pencil skirt and cold-shoulder, bare mid-riff, matching top, all in shimmery black. The dark fabric adhered to my body’s contours, my exposed stomach and skin glowing a pale bone-white in the club’s lighting.
I spread my legs for him, gesturing toward my dripping cunt. He knelt before me, his rough, burning hands on my thighs, his tongue lapping up my juice. I sipped my drink, placed the glass back on the table, then grabbed two handfuls of his thick, dark hair and pulled his mouth tighter against my clit. Humping his face, one hand reaching under my tight, black top, I tweaked a nipple as I surveyed my nightly kingdom.
“Stick a finger in my ass like a good slave,” I commanded. “Harder.”
She finally entered, making a grand entrance. Lilith was no longer the mousy, introverted woman I had seduced and fed upon. The stimulating charge of my life’s essence had transformed her into a lusty creature of the night, at least temporarily. She wore a pale lavender, Victorian, ruffled dress, slit up to her hip on one side. Black taffeta lined the hem and slit. She wore her hair long and straight, her makeup having gained some color. Behind her, on leashes, were a young goth-looking man and a very vampiric-looking woman; they were dressed to match, to compliment Lilith's wardrobe.
I felt a small tinge of pride as she intently scanned the club like a predator. She carried herself like a haughty queen. Pleadingly, her eyes shot towards the balcony alcove. Her entire face lit up when she saw me. A hand raised, tentatively, as if to wave, pulled down quickly with a second thought. I watched, orgasmic ripples coursing through my body, as she untethered her friends and sternly pointed to the door, her arm outstretched. They forlornly left at her dismissal.
Lilith ignored all suitors and patrons as she slowly strode toward the stairs. I pulled the bartender’s head away from my dripping cunt.
“Pull your cock out and cum in my drink. I want a creamy sunrise.”
In a trance, he smiled at me and pulled an impressive, rock-hard cock from his pants. His hand grasped it firmly and began stroking it, quickly. Because I’m a lusty fan of humanity, I exposed my breasts and played with my nipples for a moment, stopping to plunge two fingers deep into my heated snatch and wipe my juice over the head of his cock.
He spurted into my drink just as she cleared the balcony stairs, coming into view. As she approached me, her nipples jutted out from beneath her silky dress, and her breathing became deep and passionate. No words were spoken; she looked at me for acknowledgment and permission. I seductively nodded to her, scooping up some of my attendant’s jizz that had splashed on the table, and rubbed it over my lips, glossing them.
Lilith approached, stopping a foot or so away from me. I grabbed her arm and pulled her in for a passionate kiss, the bartender’s cum still wet on my lips. She moaned into my mouth and licked the cum from my face as our tongues greeted each other in reunion.
“I was half-convinced I dreamed you,” she said.
“Perhaps you did.”
“I’ve been coming here every weekend, hoping to find you again. I think I’m in love with you.”
I smiled at that, not bothering to hide my teeth. “Are you sure it’s not just lust?”
“Please, Lucy,” she pled. “Make me your lover, your slave. I do anything you want, be anything you need.”
“Fine. Show me your panties.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Prop your leg up on that chair,” I pointed, “pull your dress up, and show me your panties.”
She blushed such a deep crimson that it showed through her makeup. “I, uh, don’t wear them, anymore…because you don’t.”
“Show me.”
She glanced around nervously. The haughty queen exterior crumbled before me, revealing the girl I had met earlier. I pondered enchanting her with my mesmerizing allure but decided to allow her to make the choice.
“Fuck it,” she laughed. “Nobody notices or cares.”
I clapped in amusement as she loudly stomped a foot on the chair and brazenly pulled her dress up to display herself to me. She was shaven bare, her pussy glistening with dew.
“Excellent. Sit; buy me a drink.”
I nearly had the bartender trained. As if he could hear my mental commands, two fresh drinks appeared.
“Be a good boy and lick my friend’s cunt,” I told him.
Lilith looked at me in shock but made no protests as he quickly knelt before her and began servicing her. “Oh, he’s good,” she moaned.
I held up my cum-garnished drink in toast. “To our newly-forged partnership.”
She clanked her drink against mine and sipped. “Ah, so good,” she moaned. Her hips bucked against his face as she tried to speak to me. “What is this drink.”
“Tequila sunrise.”
“Funny,” she laughed. Her chuckle quickly turned into an orgasmic moan as my man-servant’s tongue lashed at her clit. “You…ummm…you’re a…ah fuck…a vampire.”
She paused as the throes of an intense, public orgasm overtook her. Her screams were loud and impassioned, her juices squirting out with such force that they drenched the bartender's face, and some of her fluid sprayed onto the table. I traced designs in her juicy cum for a moment, then licked my finger clean. She tasted delightful, vibrant, and full of life.
"A vampire drinking a Tequila Sunrise," she cooed, "such irony."
“Would you like to be one, too?” I asked her.
As I asked her, I let my fingers reach out and caress the flesh of her arm. The erotic jolt of my cold, smooth skin against her lust-bridled flesh sent her over the edge.
“Yes,” she screamed as her body shuddered in another orgasm. “Yes, please, I’m yours.”
Minutes later, we left the club, arm in arm. My car was waiting outside. As a safety precaution, I had gotten into the habit of using private transportation, complete with armed guards.
“Where to, Miss Varney,” Thomas, my new driver, asked.
“Take us home,” I said.
I turned towards my new friend, gently spreading her legs. As the car turned onto the streets, my hand traced the muscles of her calf, slowly moving upwards. I pulled her into me, my lips brushing her cheek, my tongue licking the nape of her neck. Her pulse thumped through her body, so intense that it massaged my body with every heartbeat.
“Do you know what it is I ask of you?” I whispered into her ear.
My seeking hand explored her thigh and played in her wetness. Lilith whimpered into my breast, her body undulating.
“Eternity with you,” she moaned.
“You might not survive the transformation.”
“I don’t care. I just want to be with you.”
“Very well,” I sighed. “We’ll perform the ritual tonight. But I must warn you, humans are hunting me; I’m only allowing this because I need help to vanquish them.”
Lilith was frenziedly humping my hand, her moans overpowering the sounds of the city. “We’ll, ah, fuck, kill them, mmm, together.”
With that, she came all over my hand. Her body erupted in spasms as she shrieked in passion. As I let her down from the heights of her bliss, I slowly removed her dress. The hot flesh beneath it was divine. My lips, teeth, and tongue explored her body as she begged me for more and more. My hands were busy on my dripping snatch, giving her release as she writhed and moaned under my tongue.
At home, locked in my boudoir, we both stripped. Seated across from each other on my lavish bed, I gave her a final chance to refuse.
“If you survive the transformation, whatever you’re feeling when I drain you will be your essence from that moment forward. I was drained during a moment of orgasmic lust, so all my essence is sexual.”
“I choose to be like you, all sex and passion. Will I die and be reborn a supernatural creature of the night?”
“No, such legends are just that, myths. You’ll be an enhanced creature but more than human. Your body and senses will operate at peak efficiency, and your powers will develop over time. In most regards, you’re simply super-human, not supernatural. But you will need to feed on human blood or your body will shut down.”
“Take me,” she said, baring her neck and offering it to me. “I’m ready.”
"Forget about me taking your life's blood and concentrate on me taking your body."
I pushed her back; her legs instinctively spread open. My hands groped at her tight tits, my mouth wandering from her softly kissed lips over her torso. Lilith’s hands fumbled at the hem of my shirt, finally pulling it off me. Pressing my hard nipples into her body, I slowly sucked and kissed my way down to her pussy, then dragged my tits over her burning flesh.
We embraced each other as lovers, our hands exploring each other’s sopping cunts, our mouths moaning in rapture. I moved her to the cusp of orgasm, holding her there, and bared my fangs for her to see.
“Yes, please,” she begged.
Her eyes showed no fear, no hesitation, only open, lusty desire. Lightly scraping her burning-hot body with my incisors, my mouth traveled down her body, stopping above her clit. I sucked the swollen nub into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, abrading it softly with my fangs. Her hips humped wildly; her screams of passion echoed off my bed-chamber walls.
“I’m cumming,” she announced.
Plunging two fingers into her heated hole, her entire body vibrated in bliss, her spine twisting wildly, making her rise off the bed and plummet back down with each shock wave. Grasping her thigh firmly, I bit her, hard and deep, feeling her life’s essence flow into me.
“Aah, fuck! I’m cumming, again. Please, harder, more; fucking drain me,” she begged. “I want more, so good.”
Each suck from my mouth caused another squirting orgasm, her shooting nectar mixing with her pumping blood. Each swallow of her essence gave me renewed vigor and drained her one pulse closer to death. I drank my fill, fighting down my feeding-frenzy impulses. Lilith’s hands tugged and pulled at my head, forcing it against her bleeding thigh, her drenched sex humping my head. Her blood oozed from her wounds, covering my face, soaking the bedsheets and my designer duvet.
“Take me; take me,” she panted over and over.
Finally, the deed was done. She was teetering on the narrow ledge between life and death, lost in horny arousal, its intensity unknown to any mortal. I could feel her pulse weaken as I sucked. It had gone from a rapid, staccato, thunderous pounding to a meek bump. I tore at my wrist with my teeth, using a few drops of my life’s blood to close the wounds on her thigh. More of my blood was sucked into my mouth, mingling with the last mouthful of her scarlet wine.
As the two red fluids mixed in my maw, I bent forward and kissed her, gently, lovingly. Her mouth opened slowly, her consciousness ebbing away. I forcefully spewed the blood tincture into her mouth and down her throat. She convulsed for a few moments, bloody sweat forming in her pores, then passed out. She lay there, seemingly dead. My keen senses could barely detect her breathing.
I knew she had the proper, AB-negative blood type. If her body accepted her blood, enhanced by my own, then the mutation would occur in a matter of hours. She would either awaken in the morning a new, stronger version of herself or not at all. There was nothing more I could do other than to wait.
Viewing myself in the mirror, my nubile, nude body covered in blood, I caressed my inner folds, fingering myself to orgasm at the sight of myself, as I waited. A hot shower, washing the red wine of life from my flesh, followed.
It would be dawn in a few hours. With Lilith, my new lover by my side, provided she awoke, we’d easily take care of the hunters and could enjoy our new life together—two creatures born in the bloody fires of lust…
My name is Lucy Varney, vampire. I was born in 1770 and reborn as a sultry queen of the night in 1794. My best friend, confidant, and lover, Lilith, was born in the dawn of the age of Aquarius and made into one of my kind less than a quarter of a century later. I am older, wiser, and more potent than most could ever imagine. She is young, foolhardy, and hungry. As I watch from hiding, she is knocking on the hunters’ front door, dressed as a slutty pizza delivery girl. They’ll be looking for a redheaded, sultry vixen of a vampire, not a slutty, almost-albino blonde. They’ll never know what hit them.
The end
