[b][u][center]The Bloody Auction
For Rayoelgatubelo
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
 
 
 
 
 



Cosmina Vladescu stood in nothing more than her skin at the back of the stage, nursing a glass of red ‘wine’ as she waited for the compere to call for her. She sighed as she swished the liquid around, taking a sniff and a sip before leaning back against the wall behind her once more.

She supposed that she might want to take some time to arouse herself before she was called to the catwalk, but that would have taken effort. And besides, they were already going to get a better show than most individuals would ever dream of getting from her. They were going to pay for it, too, a comfort that was surprisingly scant for her at that moment.

“What one will do for money,” Cosmina muttered, shaking her head before a chuckle seized her. “Oh, if only my father could see this…”

She imagined that the old bat would be spinning in his grave, or at least, in one of them. The idea of [i]his[/i] daughter readying herself for a night of prostitution, no matter how high-class, would have infuriated him. The idea of her having her body as her product to sell rather than it being something that he could put on offer to someone else had long bothered the patriarch of their little family, but she had little doubt that this would have pushed him further still.

Still, even she admitted that this was a night where dignity took a backseat to practicality. For all that she was [i]the[/i] socialite on the Parisian scene, there was only so much that one could manage without an income, and she had not had a job, or investors, or much of anything in the way of cash flow for some time. And estates, even small ones, cost a small fortune to keep up.

“And now, ladies and gentlemen, we have someone special for your consideration.”

[i]Showtime,[/i] Cosmina thought, putting the glass of red to the side. She swept her hair back over her shoulders, ran a finger in a circle around each nipple, and took her position where the curtains were due to part.

“A lady of power and prestige, this socialite has ruled the night of Paris for years. Coming from the blood-soaked background of treachery, violence, and utter debauchery, you know that she’ll bring the shadows and all they hide to your bedchamber, bringing you face to face with the thrills of night terrors, and the bliss that hides in the darkness.

“Let’s all put our hands together for the lady Cosmina Vladescu!”

[i]Princess,[/i] she mentally corrected, but the curtains were already parting, and she put on a smile. It was all she had to wear, and she wore it with all the power that anyone in her position could have done. The catwalk appeared, wreathed in a crimson light, and she smirked as she took one step forward, then another, and another, each one just a little bit wider than it needed to be to draw the eyes of the crowd between her legs.

She could have heard a pin drop as the gathered rich men and women stared at her. They looked human, but she knew that they were anything but. Much like she herself was anything but.

“She has been long without a lover, so she’ll be tight as anything,” the announcer continued. “And as you can see, she’s already well-built, so her curves will be all the more enticing once she makes her transition. Do we have any bids yet?”

“Two hundred,” someone called from the shadows.

Paltry, yes, but it was something. She didn’t let the insulting nature of the bid show on her face as she trampled the runway, stomping down it with all the dignity of the noblewoman that she was. Step, step, step, her breasts bouncing, her ass cheeks swaying as she reached the far end of the stage.

She turned in place, letting everyone see how her hair ran down her back, how it all but kissed the top of her ass. It was a [i]show,[/i] and she made sure that everyone was getting the view that they paid for. The entry fee alone wasn’t enough to earn the right to see her magnificent naked body, but she made sure that everyone knew that. Everyone would know that she was the treasure of the night, and that her costs…would be high.

“Five hundred.”

“A thousand.”

The bids were getting better, but she needed more than that. Much more than that. Not just for her body – which was expensive enough – but for all the other costs that she had incurred over the last few months. She needed to take care of all the creditors that were going to come calling soon, and that meant more than just a thousand. She needed something over ten, over twenty, if she could manage it.

Which meant that it was time for them to get an idea of what she would give them in bed.

She finished turning in place, resting one hand on her hip. She closed her eyes, pulling one lip back, and –

“Oh, it begins, ladies and gentlemen. Feast your eyes on the unique Vladescu transformation!”

She opened one eye, feeling the red seeping through her vision. She knew that it would show to the rest of the room as her mortal eyes turning a deep red, deeper than the crimson lights that bathed her from all sides. As she looked around, green, blue, yellow eyes met hers and widened, and most of them looked away afterward.

But that wasn’t the only thing that had changed. Her snarl, her tooth, was lengthening. Her face pulled, starting at the nose and chin, and her tooth curled, growing more visibly pointed, more fang-like. The crowd gasped, and some started to whisper to each other. Too quiet for her to hear, just yet, but they would become audible soon enough.

Black specks began to blur and emerge from her pale flesh, spreading out from her shoulders down her arms, and down her back. The warm itch that always accompanied the slow sprouting fur was a welcome addition to the feeling of being stared at, and she smiled as she brought one hand up beneath her chin.

“Feast your eyes, ladies and gentlemen,” she said. “You see before you the daughter of Dracula…and you will not see her like again in some time…Treasure it while you can.”

She spread her legs further, letting those at the front see up and between them as she let her excitement be seen. It wasn’t much, barely more than a speckling of dew between her legs, but it was something. She smiled as she rolled her hips from left to right, each little shake adding a little more meat to her bones, a little more heft to her curves down there. She could feel her ass cheeks swelling with the movements, bumping against each other, never quite getting to the point of the fatter hippos that she was starting to make out in the crowd, but getting large enough that she could feel the weight moving back and forth, back and forth.

The black fur continued to spread down her back, over her chest, along her face. She arched her head upward, her neck slightly longer as the fur grew thicker in a slight ruff along her neck, and it surged higher, running under her ears. As the black fur framed them, they started elongating, getting longer, taller, pushing out from the sides of her head. The ridges of flesh along the inside were so tough and obvious that she could feel them growing in, popping and cracking like old knuckles, and suddenly, she could hear.

“She’s so…elegant.”

“Her breasts look like they’re perfect for titjobs.”

“I hope she turns around again; I want to see that ass before it goes too black.”

“Do you think it’s true? That she’s immortal?”

“Idiot. We’re all immortal.”

“But she looks…different.”

She ignored them with a shake of her head, her long black hair remaining, but becoming more mane-like, a hybrid of human hair and the long locks of a bat down her spine. As the fur rippled down her arms to her hands, it brought with it a leathery membrane along her forearms, one that spread further, further, further, until it reached her armpits and started to run along her sides.

As a were-bat, she didn’t have full wings, but rather something more akin to a wingsuit, spreading along her sides and going further down, bringing the dark pelt along with it towards her hips, her thighs, her knees. All the way down, it went, before finally stopping at her ankles.

Cosmina brought her arms up and over her head, showing off the yellow-orange membrane at her sides, and the room gasped at the odd beauty of it. She turned one way and then the other, the movements as elegant as a dance as her ears reached their full size, as the fur reached the base of her spine and started to push out in a short, whip-like tail over her growing rump.

“She’s so…strange.”

“Beautiful…but eerie.”

“I don’t know if I can trust her…”

“Five thousand.”

Another bid, finally, but not enough. She needed more, much more. Cosmina brought her hands down, rubbing them along her hips, over her thighs, down along her sex. The change had already started swelling her hips, and up above, it was doing the same to her breasts. She had never had more than modest breasts as a human, but as a bat, they were growing, swelling, filling out as they grew bigger, bigger, bigger. They were already well-past her ability to cup them with her hands, and the dark nipples barely visible through the fur put her old pair to shame. She imagined that there were more than a few –

“Ten thousand.”

“Fifteen!”

“Twenty thousand!”

Yes, there they were. The mammals were quite hungry for those that had breasts that could please them. She smiled to herself, feeling her muzzle growing in, her nose and jawline stretching further and further forward as her teeth continued to change. Her tongue felt out of proportion for her mouth, too short at one moment, then too long in another as it stretched along with the rest of her face. She tilted her head to one side and the other, playing up the growth, the change, the differences as they kept mounting on each other, and the crowd ate it up.

The change hit the end of her legs, and she braced herself. Her big toes pulled up and, dragged away from the front of her foot towards the ball, then slightly further back, halfway to the arch. She let the crack and rise happen, her heel and ankle rising off the ground and leaving her standing on her tiptoes.

“Twenty-seven thousand!”

She imagined that was from someone that had a thing for bat paws. She could have turned to show them off more, she supposed, but that would have been a downside for those that were bidding on her other assets. At least she was finally getting to the point where she could get some serious funds out of them.

She turned in place again, letting her rump face the audience. The bids started climbing – Thirty-Five! Forty! Forty-Two! – and she kept rolling her hips. She was a luscious bat, she knew that, and she played it up for those that wanted to see it.

And there were a great many people that wanted to see that.

She felt the transformation coming to a halt, her toes popping as the claws replaced her nails and her fingers doing the same. A little flattening at the end of her new muzzle announced the bat-nose that she had in this form, and she knew that there was more fluff between her ears and at the tip of them, now.

Facing them, she brought her hands up, cupping her breasts, then brought them back down, rubbing them along her fluffy stomach. Her back cracked, her spine tingled, and she grew, rising taller and taller on the stage. The more that she touched herself, the taller she grew, leaving behind her old height by inches.

As she framed her sex once more, a louder voice – American, perhaps, or something equally loud – called out.

“Seventy-five thousand!”

She tilted her head to the source of the voice, her mouth open just enough to let out a little whisper of her echo-location. The sound beamed back to her a second later, giving her the image of a family of three felines. One was oriented toward her, perhaps smiling, while the others had their ears flat and glaring at the one looking her way.

[i]Ah, someone that has wasted the money of his family. At least, in their eyes.[/i]

There were no more bids after that, and Cosmina took that to mean that she no longer needed to put on such an extensive show. She dropped her hands back to her sides, smiling less obviously, more subtly, and bowed her head.

“The winner is Cipriano of the Selvaggi family.”

Italian, then, or at least, with some claim to that. Perhaps an older family that had gone to another land, she supposed. The bat gathered herself and turned, walking with an exaggerated sway in her walk for those that had lost their bids.

After all, she was not her father. She was not so cruel as to leave the losers with nothing.

#

The auction provided her with a limo with tinted windows to get to her destination, allowing her to keep her inhuman form rather than shifting out and shifting back. She rested with one leg crossed over the other, a long white robe covering her privates as she looked out the windows at the landscape of Paris. It was familiar to her, too familiar, to the point of being almost boring these days.

And yet, there was comfort in the familiarity. She might have more fun in other cities, but this was [i]her[/i] city. Her home.

The limo driver said nothing until they reached their destination. As the kitsune drove up to the hotel door, he shifted rapidly back to his human self, bobbing his head at her in the mirror.

“If you’ll wait a moment, Miss Vladescu, I’ll make sure that the way is clear.”

She nodded, waving him off. The limo was quiet without the driver, and she had a moment with her thoughts.

She wasn’t surprised at the lack of shame for what she was doing. Of course, prostitution was one of the older trades – though one that she had seldom availed herself of – but she expected herself to have some reaction to the idea of selling her body for another influx of funds. Even though seventy-five thousand was a significant amount of money, she expected herself to have a little more pride over her body, what was done to it, and the things that she would be willing to do for…

Cosmina shook her head. At the end of the day, it was sex, and sex was cheap. She was not.

The fox came back, knocking on the window. She opened it and looked up at the well-tanned red-head, one ear flicked back.

“The lobby is clear, ma’am. And the elevators have been set to take you directly to Mr. Selvaggi’s penthouse.”

“Good.”

No thank you, of course. The organization didn’t work like that, nor did they expect anything of the sort. They were there to facilitate, and they had already gotten their cut out of her auction. Knowing the price that she had seized for the night, she imagined that they were getting more out of her price than anyone else that they had in the roster.

She got to her feet and walked into the hotel. No sounds waited for her, no guests, no clerks. There was only the soft click-click-click of her toe-claws against the marble floor, and the ding of the elevator as soon as she pressed the button. Cosmina stepped inside the little metal box, pressed the one glowing button, and leaned back. She debated taking off the robe then and there, but decided against it; she would wait to see what her buyer actually had in mind for her before giving him what he had purchased.

The elevator was swift, and she was outside the penthouse less than a minute later. The door was cracked open, and she pushed it open –

“Halt, vampire. Or taste garlic!”

She paused, one hand at the neck of her robe, the other still on the doorknob. Of all the things that she had expected waiting for her, she had not anticipated someone playing on [i]that[/i] angle, of all things.

Cosmina cocked her head to the side at the leopard standing beside the dining table of the penthouse. He had an open box of twisted breadsticks, garlic butter at the side, and he was wearing a blue dressing gown that barely covered his groin. Her eyes drifted down for a moment, casually measuring the half-erection there, and found it suitable. She looked back up at him, cocking her head to the side before stepping in the rest of the way.

“Hey. I thought vampires couldn’t come in without being invited,” he said.

“I assume you’re trying to joke with me,” she said, shutting the door behind her. “First, one could assume that the purchase of my body was an invitation in and of itself. Second, I am not that sort of vampire.”

“Heh. So, if I were to – think fast!”

He threw one of the garlic breadsticks at her, and she caught it in mid-air. Not out of any supernatural skills, of course, but merely because she had expected it. Cosmina tapped it against her forearm in annoyance.

“I am hardly the sort of bat that would be bothered by this, save for the pungent reek that it fills the air with. Nor am I to be harmed by the sun, though I am not entirely keen on how it leaves my skin. Now, are you going to be a child for the entirety of the night, or are you going to take what you’ve paid for?”

“I thought you’d be a little more open-minded than this. Spoilsport.”

“And you are certainly [i]not[/i] the sort of man that I had in mind when I was told that the Selvaggi family had purchased me for the night.”

“Heh, you know my dad?”

“I know that your name sounds like quality. Evidently, I need to have my ears checked.”

“…Ow.”

“You deserved that,” she said, wagging the garlic breadstick at him. “Now, are you finished behaving like this and ready to see what you’ve purchased, or are we going to continue this little charade of you trying to expose me as something I’m not?”

“…Well, if you’re going to take all the fun out of it…”

He shrugged, though he did do her the favor of taking his clothes off first. She watched as he did, her head cocked back to take in all the details as he shrugged his way out of the dressing gown. Decent shoulders, she supposed, with an athletic physique that meant that he didn’t disappoint. She had seen boars and other boorish species at the auction, and while she would have taken their money, she would not have had as pleasant an evening as she would have with someone better looking, better taken care of.

He let the dressing gown fall, and her eyes dropped to his cock. Not [i]huge,[/i] per se, but certainly doing well by feline standards. Well enough that she would feel it and probably be walking slightly funny the next day. And the fact that it was attached to someone that could be considered attractive as long as he kept his mouth shut was a bonus that she was happy enough to take.

“Acceptable,” she said.

“Isn’t that more what I should be saying?”

“You already paid your money. What happens from here on is already paid for. No take-backs.”

“Heh. Not that I want to take back buying your pretty ass.”

“Beautiful. Not pretty. Do not insult my looks.”

“A little up yourself, aren’t you?”

“My line goes back further than yours, I can all but guarantee. And more to the point, I know my value. You assume your own.”

“You –”

“Now. The bedroom?”

“Sure…my parents are out for the night, anyway.”

A boy, to be sure, though one with the money to satisfy her for a while, and a cock that would work for the night. She nodded as she followed him to the bedroom, her eyes taking in the various valuables that dotted the penthouse. The standards of the hotel were high, it seemed, though he didn’t seem to be particularly touched by them. Either he came from greater luxury, or he was the sort that didn’t appreciate the fine things in life.

Considering that he was eating delivered pizza in a penthouse, she would believe the latter over the former.

The bedroom was large with a king-sized bed, and a quick glance at the sheets confirmed that someone had the attention to lay down a tarp for the night. She wondered if it had been the leopard’s parents or someone else on staff. Either way, it meant that the impending mess wasn’t going to be a problem for anyone on staff.

“Well?” he asked, gesturing at the bed. “Are you going to get on?”

“You first.”

“Heh, you want to suck me off?” he asked, shrugging as he got on the bed. “Fine with me.”

“Hardly. What is your name?”

“Chip; why do you ask?”

“I prefer to know the name of the person that’s paid for the privilege of my body.”

[i]And to know who to blacklist if you end up being a disappointment,[/i] she thought, but that was something that she could keep to herself for the moment.

She climbed into bed with him, letting the robe fall to the ground in the process. His cock twitched upward as her naked body was once more put on display, and she could tell that he throbbed for her breasts as much as anything else. She lingered with her hands on his thighs, running her breasts along his cock, letting her nipples nudge against the shaft.

Knowing that he expected her to blow him, she allowed her tongue to slowly leave her mouth. Long, limber, and lithe, it touched the head of his cock while her mouth was still a good six inches away, and then continued to keep drooling lower, and lower, and lower still, reaching further past his cock to his balls. He groaned as she flicked her tongue against the heavy sac, getting a little hint of the sweat down there – he had showered, but earlier in the day, and he had likely been in a suit at the auction – and then pulled her tongue back before he could thrust up into her mouth.

“Nnngh…hey…”

“If you do well, then I’ll give you some attention with my mouth. Until I know how long you’ll last, you aren’t getting that sort of extra pleasure.”

“I paid seventy-five thousand for this. Come on, you can give me something.”

“I will give you the same thing that I would have given a two-dollar winner; the auction’s total means nothing. You have the right to enjoy my body, but I have the right to say [i]how[/i] you’ll enjoy it. Now, be quiet.”

She straddled him, taking a moment to savor the feeling of his cock between her thighs. As much as she had looked down at him, there was something about having a man between her legs that made her feel good again. A slow smile crept over her muzzle as she ground her hips forward, trapping his cock between his furry belly and her slippery sex. He groaned, his fingers curling against the bedding, and she slid forward, resting her hands on his shoulders.

“How long has it been?” she asked.

“Mmmph…since the last time I had sex?”

She nodded.

“Just this morning.”

“Good. I’d hate to compete against someone too far back to count.”

She slid forward until she had almost left his cock behind, sitting more on his belly than his waist. The were-bat leaned forward, letting his cock ride against her pussy lips until it was properly situated, and then, ever so slowly, she pushed back.

The barbs were new; she hadn’t had a feline lover in too long for her to remember how they were supposed to feel, but they were nice. The soft tickle-prickle of them sliding against her inner walls was enough to have her gritting her teeth in pleasure, and she pushed back a little more firmly, a little more eagerly to take them in deeper, still.

The soft squelch of his cock entering her was enough to make her smile, and she rolled her head back as she moved herself back up to a sitting position. In short order, she had taken him to the root, straddling him and feeling his heat and stiffness inside of her, and the rigidity of his cock was just what she needed. Not quite so hard as a toy, not quite so soft and short as a finger. The perfect compromise, and better than a tongue, in some ways. She rolled her hips from side to side, situating him in her, and he groaned in want and need.

As he lifted his hands to her hips, she swatted them.

“Careful. That’s where my membrane is.”

“Right. Forgot.”

“Let me ride…and you…just make sure that you can last.”

“Mmmm, that might be the harder job.”

“Trust me. It will be.”

She lifted her hips while clenching down with her inner walls, and Chip groaned for her, though not so loudly as she expected. She supposed that he wasn’t lying about getting it earlier; rich boys could get whatever they wanted, provided that they knew those desperate enough to ask. Cosmina chuckled as she lifted her hips higher, higher, higher, keeping her clawed fingers against his chest for support as she lifted herself right to his tip –

Squelch.

And then right back down to the base. She felt him give a little, his cock bending slightly from the hard impact, and he hissed through clenched teeth. A little pain, then, but she didn’t feel him going soft. If anything, he was a little harder after that.

“Mmmm, you like it when someone else is in charge, do you?”

“Mmmph…so long as they’re not putting something up my ass…it’s pretty hot.”

“Then lay there…and stay hard for me.”

Up, up, down. Up, up, down. She kept the slow riding to start, enjoying the feeling of being spread around his cock, the way that it was just big enough to keep her feeling it without taking some of the comfort away from her. The heat of his dick was just right inside of her, too, the way that it warmed her inner walls and made her feel welcome, just as she imagined that he was welcome inside of her, too.

Up, down, up, down. Just a little faster, now, pushing down with a little more pressure against his cock. Not rising quite so high, taking it perhaps to the midpoint before slamming down. The feeling of his barbs inside was just as good as they had been when they’d first popped in, and taking him deeper made the tickle-prickle that much better as they kissed and nudged against parts that didn’t usually feel that. A little deeper, a little deeper –

Thump, all the way down again, grinding her pussy against the base of his cock and his balls. He was starting to grunt a bit more, huffing as his hands gripped at the sheets. Oh, he liked that. He liked someone grinding on him, using his cock like a plaything. She chuckled, showing her fangs a little more as she leaned in.

“Mmm, if you were someone I found rather than someone that bought me…I might have decided to keep you…”

“Mmmph…”

“But for now…I’ll just use you…the way that you would have used me.”

Back to bouncing, and faster this time, faster and harder as she slammed her hips against his crotch. He huffed, gasping as he tried to grab at her hips again only for her to slap his hands away. He was not going to tear that membrane; she wasn’t losing that.

He grabbed for her breasts, instead, and she allowed that as she rode him, her hands resting on his thighs now. She leaned back to take him in deeper, to ride higher on his cock, and it was just what she needed. Every time that she came down, she felt the barbs kissing at that deeper entrance. Almost there, almost at the point of punching into her depths, but not quite. Not so dangerous, just a tease, just a dangerous bit of pain to the pleasure that made her groan all the more.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

He growled as he pinched at her nipples, pulling at them between his pawing at her breasts. As rough as it was, it pleased her, and she bounced her hips against him all the harder. Up, down, up, down, throbbing inside of her as she clenched and milked at him involuntarily, and her hands squeezed down tight on his thighs as she felt her pleasure rising, reaching its peak faster than she expected.

[i]Too long,[/i] she thought. [i]Too long since I had my fun…[/i]

Another thing to correct later, once she had her funds. Once she had everything that she needed, she’d make sure that she got what she wanted, too.

He was panting for her, gasping, and his hips were bucking up to meet her. Every so often, she could feel his cock twitching, about to cum, but he was holding back like a good boy. Trying to get her off first. What a charming attitude. Perhaps she might reward him. Perhaps –

But it was too much for him, just as she had anticipated. She felt him squirting in her, felt the heat spurting into her core, and it was enough to get her off. The warm rubbing deep down inside, the feeling of being spread open, and now the heat of climax; all that she needed. She moaned as she came, arching her back to press her breasts more firmly into his hands, letting him feel like a man as she came, squirting over his cock and balls.

They stayed connected for a time after that, the pair of them panting, shaking, shivering. He sat up, more cautiously reaching around her and supporting her by the ass as he brought his knees up. She leaned back against that, taking a moment to catch her breath, and not missing the feeling that he was still hard inside of her.

“I assume you’ll want a round two?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah. At least two more.”

“I suppose felines are good for something.”

“More than something, heh. But, uh, before we get to that, can I get you a drink?”

“…How polite.”

She chuckled to herself, shaking her head as her heart slowly calmed to a more respectable pace. Instead of getting up, though, she reached out and cupped his face with one hand, tilting it to the side ever so slightly. Her tongue flicked out, licking her lips before sliding back inside.

“However, I think I have my drink right here.”

“What – oh, shit.”

“I told you, I’m not [i]that[/i] kind of vampire…but I am, nonetheless, a vampire.”

“Oh, come – ulk!”

He gasped, stiffening as she bit down on the side of his neck. There was pain, of course – there would always be pain from someone breaking one’s skin, regardless of whether they were were or vampire or something else entirely – but the natural numbing agents in her saliva worked their magic to start soothing the bite wound. She held it for a few seconds, making sure to keep the blood flowing, her claws dug into his sides so he couldn’t pull her off or push her away. Not only for her sake, but for his, considering that would have ripped his neck apart and left him gushing.

Eventually, the flow continued and he stopped huffing so angrily. She pulled her teeth back and lapped at the wound, tasting the blood of a fellow were rather than the meager glass of human blood that she’d had at the auction. It was hot, a little spicy. Definitely eager, and flowing fast.

“Mmmm, don’t get too excited now,” she said, stroking a finger down his back. “We have a long night ahead of us…and I don’t want you to lose too much blood before we’re both satisfied with your purchase.”

“Nnngh…what the hell, you…you crazy…”

“Ah ah. You’ll get your drink in a minute…but for now, I feast…”

 

 

 




[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]
 
Summary: The daughter of Dracula sells herself for a night of pleasure for someone else, and finds it not too bad.
 
Tags: M/F, Femdom, Prostitution, Nudity, Human, Human to Bat, Transformation, Were-Bat, Vampire Bat, Leopard, Vaginal, Mild Oral, Teasing, Domination, Biting, Blood, Exhibitionism, Auction,