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The Pearly Yearning Ch. 01

By: RabbitPrince



The hunger was consuming Susan. She was getting dizzy; the fever was clouding her mind and she had broken out into a sweat. She teetered on her heels, and looked at her hands. The skin on her hands and arms was flushed bright red. She was burning up. Had this really seemed like a good idea?

Her mind drifted back to the hamburger she had tried to ingest a half hour ago. Her stomach reeled with nausea at the thought. She thought this would be so easy. Six days ago, Danuta had given her what she thought would be the greatest gift; unimaginable power and freedom. But instead, she was helpless, scared. And so desperately hungry. She needed to feed.

She had always been socially awkward. Sort of pretty, she had jet-black hair and a pale complexion. Her boobs were fairly large -- D cups, and nicely shaped. Her hips and tummy were wider than she would have liked, but she was by no means fat. A couple of her teeth were crooked though, and her smile was lop-sided. This made her very self-conscious of smiling, and reinforced her shyness.

She could never figure out exactly why she was so hopeless with men. Twenty years old now, she had only had sex twice. They were both one-night stands. And she had struck out with every guy she had ever had interest in. She was a bit geeky she supposed; she liked books, and video games, and was a member of a historical reenactment society. She was definitely on the goth side of things, and was heavily into the image in high school. She couldn't understand why she couldn't seem to say or do the right things to be sexy, to make men want her. And now she thought she had it; the ultimate power to seduce and consume men, strictly for her pleasure and sustenance. But instead, she found that she was the same old inept loser, striking out with men whenever she made any bumbling advance, and somehow unable to tempt them to make a move.

Except that now she was starving, the hunger taking her whole being and threatening to end her existence. She needed sperm. And now.

Two hours ago, she had been in a nightclub. She had already been getting panicky -- six full days had passed since Danuta had turned her. She still hadn't fed, and she was getting terribly weak. She had spent almost all of the last of her money on an outfit to try to attract a man. It was a red PVC mini-dress, with buckles and a collar with lapels. Her feet were adorned with a pair of shiny red pumps with five-inch stiletto heels, and a pair of red silk stockings with seams clad her smooth legs. Her medium length hair was swept back and sprayed in place. She had on a pushup bra to accentuate her ample cleavage, and applied her makeup heavily. She wore lipstick and lip liner, whore-red and glossy. She had thought for sure her appearance would scream "Get your blowjobs here!", and she had spent plenty of time on the dance floor, shaking herself around, striking provocative poses, trying her best to seem available. She tried to down a shot of whiskey to calm herself, but she couldn't swallow it. It literally tasted and felt like poison.

She had felt herself getting weaker and more feverish as she tried to display herself, but to no avail. She tried to strike up a conversation with a burly, handsome guy who looked a bit like a trucker, but he blew her off. She fled the club dejected. Did she seem too desperate? What was the problem? This wasn't fair!! Was she going to die?

Now, alone downtown, unable to seduce a man, unable to eat a hamburger, she began to cry with the bleakness of her situation crushing her. How was it possible to have such difficulty just getting a guy to allow her to fellate him? She was scared of the danger of getting carried away; Danuta had warned her of that. She didn't want to kill. For so many different reasons. But she just wanted men to want her, to be irresistible, sexy, mysterious, compelling. And the whole immortality thing had seemed like an added bonus.

It was real. Her thoughts drifted back to how she had discovered the carefully ensconced coven. She had always dreamed, fantasized, prayed for this to be real. And it was. She had met Danuta at the medieval fair just over a year ago now. Danuta was a beautiful woman with small features, shoulder-length light brown hair, a slight figure, and stood about 5'4". She had some kind of European accent, and appearing to be about 32 years old or so. Their meeting had seemed innocent enough. She thought she had found a kindred spirit. It was true in far deeper and direr ways than she knew. That meeting had changed her life. And six days ago, her life had changed irrevocably. How could she have dreamed it would be such a terrible curse, an open mockery of her womanhood, simply reinforcing all of her shortcomings, and threatening to end her life because of them...

She stumbled and steadied herself against the glass of the hotel lobby window. The cool night air of downtown gently rustled past her. She felt a shiver and flash of cold, but the burning heat was still there. She thought she was about to pass out...

"Miss?" called out the voice of an older man. "Miss, are you all right? You don't look well at all, do you need me to call an ambulance?"

She turned to face the source of the voice. An elderly man, perhaps in his early seventies, dressed in the smart uniform of a bellhop had entered the street and was regarding her with concern. It was a Tuesday night, and at just past midnight, they were the only two on the street. She was ready to burst out crying again, her face already streaked with tears and sweat. An ambulance couldn't help her!

She tried to say something, but knew nothing she said would make any difference. She lurched and began to collapse to the sidewalk.

The bellhop reacted with concern and alarm, and tried to reach out to catch her fall. His legs and reflexes weren't as effective as when he was a younger man, and he only partially succeeded. Susan fell forward and knocked him off his feet as well. She ended up sprawled across his thighs as he landed on his rump, giving up his efforts to catch her in an instinctive flailing to try to prevent injury to his own person.

He gasped out in pain as they met the concrete.

Susan sobbed in her plight. It was hopeless. It was useless. She was such a fool.

The elderly bellhop grimaced in pain. He tentatively moved, testing his limbs. Nothing seemed to be broken. His less-than-graceful attempt at gallantry had certainly bruised his buttocks and hands though. He winced and inhaled sharply. He regarded the afflicted young mess that had just landed in his lap.

"Miss? Miss? Are you still with me? I'm going to call an ambulance, ok? You just stay here..."

He began to shuffle in an attempt to gently extricate himself from beneath her and rise.

She was slipping away. Blackness was going to take her. She was forced into action. She had no choice. What could she do? There was no choice!! She needed sperm. She wouldn't last another minute without it.

She looked up into his eyes, the fire of hunger giving her clarity. She held his hips and tried to restrain him from rising. He returned her gaze, his expression a mixture of concern and confusion.

She began fumbling with his trousers, her fingers seeking to undo the button and unzip his fly.

"Miss? Miss, what are you doing? You're not well, I need to... What? Stop! Miss! What..."

He fought to thwart her actions, but her last, desperate chance for life had given her a surge of strength. She rose to her knees and crouched over him. She loosed the button of his trousers and tugged the fly down.

"Miss! Stop! Stop! What are you... Don't, let me go! What... Let go! Let me go!"

Her jaws were aching in anticipation. Her lips curled into a snarl. She grabbed his wrist and forced it out of her way. Her right hand grabbed his boxer shorts and tore them as she yanked them down to expose his groin.

"Help!" he cried out. "She's crazy, someone help me!!"

In an instant, she swooped down and engulfed his flaccid penis with her mouth. She began sucking on it intensely, a focused pressure designed to bring him to erection and ejaculation as quickly as possible.

She had only given one blowjob before in her life, and it had been a humiliating disaster. The boy's cock was short but extremely thick, and she had had difficulty getting her mouth around it. She didn't know what she was doing, and he belittled her efforts. Then her teeth had nicked the shaft of his penis, and he cried out with shock and pain. He ripped his penis from her mouth, and berated her, calling her a snaggle-toothed hag. He slapped her across the face once smartly, grabbed her hair and began masturbating. He quickly brought himself to orgasm, spewing his load all over her face and into her hair. He then shoved her away, called her a worthless ugly skag, quickly dressed and left her like that.

This time something was different. Definitely different. Her state and her hunger gave her instinctual knowledge about exactly how to extract sperm from this penis.

The bellhop continued to struggle and try to free himself, but to no avail. With her last effort to survive, she held him down and sucked on his member. It began to respond and lengthen, despite his protestations. The sensation was delicious to her. She would feed. It was close. So soon.

She bobbed on his extending shaft, licking and lapping, sucking and pumping. She was vaguely aware that she was administering an expert blowjob, knowing precisely how to stimulate this man to bring him off with her mouth.

His penis never really attained full erection, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that he ejaculate. And to his utter astonishment at his situation, he felt that begin to happen. He had difficulty attaining erections at all! What was going on? He and his wife hadn't had sex in over a year, and he'd never had sex with another woman! And now this feverish, seemingly crazy young woman was about to bring him to orgasm with her mouth? He couldn't stop it. He cried out in lust, gasping with the intensity of the sensation as his body clenched in spasm.

She could sense it. It was imminent. She sucked harder, flicking her tongue all over the underside of the tip. She would have her reward... She would live...

He began shooting into her mouth. The taste was beyond divine, a spiritual experience unequaled. She shivered, savouring the feel and flavour of his ejaculate as he delivered it into her mouth, and she swallowed it down. She felt her vagina contract in a mini-orgasm. She was instantly alive, feeling stronger, feeling satisfied, feeling powerful...

But it wasn't enough. Damn! It wasn't enough!! It was thin, not many sperm cells, likely... And old. He was old. The urge took her. The hunger was upon her. She would continue to suck, she would get more, she would get all he had to offer, she would suck his soul out through his penis, she would feed...

No! What was she doing? It was a waste. It would be a waste. He did not have much life left... She would kill him, and she would still be hungry...

She let his penis slip from her mouth. She snarled in frustration, anger... She had the urge to kill him just to alleviate her angst. He looked up at her, bewildered and afraid. That had been the best orgasm of his life, but he felt so drained, weaker, older...

No! Damn! She would kill him, the police would find her... She couldn't kill. She mustn't!! And for what? He wouldn't be able to give her much at all, she would be hungry again in a matter of hours probably...

She needed semen. Young semen. Vital, vibrant, healthy semen full of sperm cells, full of life...

She could think clearly now. She rose, regarded the bellhop briefly, and turned. The fever had lessened, she felt cooler now. She was still flushed, but not bright red as she had been. She ran off. She was on the hunt. She needed a young cock to feed her, and she would find it and take it. No seduction, no games, no courtship... Just a huntress and her prey.

She sprinted back towards the strip. She felt inhuman strength and agility coursing through her after her meal. She was able to dash full speed in her pumps and felt as sure footed as mountain goat. She laughed to herself. She was still ravenously hungry, though. She would not be deterred in her mission to feed now.

She arrived on Salder Avenue, and paused, glancing quickly up and down the street in front of the Lighthouse Club and The RockPit. She panted lightly, winded, but amazed at the incredible burst of energy she had just expended. She caught her reflection in the window of an electronics store, and was taken aback. She looked a perfect mess! Dressed like a hooker, her makeup smeared and streaming all over her face, her hair disheveled, her stockings torn... She instinctively began cleaning her face, but then stopped. It hadn't been effective anyway... She was to feed, and her appearance be damned. There would be no resisting her.

The voice of a young man laughed out, bidding a farewell to unseen persons in the RockPit. This was perfect. Suddenly she could smell his maleness, his youth, his vigour, his fertility...

Six days ago Danuta had turned Susan. Susan had been in awe of her, her confidence, her sultriness, her power, her influence over men... Danuta kept a stable of six men to dote on her. They freely offered her their penises, fed her their semen willingly... They all worked and turned their earnings over to her, completely under her spell, living to feel her mouth give them pleasure beyond their imaginings, once or twice daily, ejaculating with rapturous intensity as they doled out their life force bit by bit for her consumption.

Danuta had grown to trust Susan over the months. Ever since they had met at the medieval fair, she liked the young girl. She was sympathetic to her plight. She saw how this girl was so close to being an amazingly sexy temptress, but how she always managed to fall just short. Intelligent and sensuous, creative and imaginative, she saw true potential within Susan, and had made the decision to confide in her.

"I know you've met my sisters a few times now, Susan," she had said one day about three months ago, as they sat in the living room of Danuta's spacious home. "I have been extremely close to them now for many, many years. I think you see that there is something different about us. I see in you something of myself, and of my sisters, back when we were much younger. I trust you, Susan. I want to show you something that I know you will like, if you can keep it a secret."

"Um, of course, Danuta..." Susan had replied, unsure of what she was speaking.

"I'm sure you have had suspicions. But you live in the real world. You know fact from fantasy. You are smart, and as much as you love fiction, and drama, and role-playing, you know fairy tales from actual, scientifically provable phenomena, yes?"  

"Well, sure, yes," she responded, quite confused.

"Follow me," she said, "In here." She led Susan to the doorway to the basement of her house. Susan had certainly been curious what was in the basement from the first time she noticed the multiple locking mechanisms on the seemingly heavily reinforced door. Danuta produce a key from her boot, and removed her pentacle necklace. She folded it a couple of times, and it too, formed the shape of the key. Ken, one of her house boys, nodded to Danuta as she opened the locks and the door, motioning Susan to descend the stairs.

Danuta flipped a light switch, illuminating the passage. The staircase was tiled with some kind of polished stone, and the walls were decorated in some kind of clay moulding, very intricate and beautiful. She closed the door and the two stepped down into the basement.

Surprisingly, once she rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs, she found the basement essentially bare. There was a table, some chairs, and four deep freezers. That was about all.

"This is where we sleep," said Danuta with a knowing smile. Susan was wondering if this was some bizarre joke or something.

Danuta walked over to one of the freezers and opened it. Susan leaned in to see its contents, and withdrew in shock! Inside lay Eniko, her eyes closed. The inside of the freezer was lined with what looked like velvet padding. Susan could feel the cold emanating from the freezer. Was this a trick? Was Eniko dead?

No she was not! Her eyes blinked open, and she rose to a seated position, smiling softly at Susan. "Hello, Susan," she said simply.

Susan thought this must be some sort of elaborate ruse. What was all this about? Eniko rose and took Susan's hand gently in a greeting. Her hand was cold as ice. If this was a trick, it was extremely well orchestrated.

Danuta then opened the next freezer. Susan suspected what would be revealed. Indeed, one of the other two sisters, Zorana, lay inside. She also opened her eyes, rose, and exited her freezer.

"Hello, Susan," she said, again taking her hand in greeting with the same icy grasp. "Welcome to our bedroom." She smiled at Susan, who stared back incredulously.

Danuta passed by the third freezer, stating, "This is where I sleep." She approached the last freezer. "This is where Kinia sleeps. We wanted you to completely understand and accept what you are seeing, so she hasn't fed in over a week. She will be very hungry. She did this for your benefit."

She raised the lid of the freezer, and there lay Kinia. She awoke with more of a start, her eyes wide and searching. Her skin was flushed crimson. She certainly looked more agitated and anxious than her other sisters. She was the slimmest and slightest of the four, with dark brown, wavy hair that fell in tresses about her head. She rose and smiled, her face quickly returning to an expression of anxiety. "Oh, hello, Susan," she said extending her hand. "I'm very glad you could join us, it has been an increasingly uncomfortable time for me these last ten days. Danuta trusts you greatly, and I concur with her feelings. You have nothing to fear from us." She turned and spoke to Danuta, saying, "I'm very hungry. Can we get to the feeding now, Danuta?"

Taking Kinia's hand, Susan found it warm. She glanced at the freezer. She extended a hand toward it, and confirmed that indeed felt as cold as the rest. Kinia laughed at her puzzled expression.

Danuta smiled at Susan warmly. "Can you guess the truth? And yes, it is real."

Susan looked blankly at the four. A number of things started to add up. All four had pale complexions, avoided sunlight as much as possible, indeed, she had usually seen them at night. The power they seemed to wield over men. The eastern European accents they all had that she couldn't seem to place. "...You're vampires..." she said at length, not really believing the words that had just come out of her mouth.

"Yes," said Danuta with a cheery smile and a tinkling laugh. "We are. But not the usual kind, the kind that mostly you find in books and movies. In our language, we are known as spermárevő. We are similar to nosferatu in most respects. We are far stronger and faster than humans. Especially after we have fed. Sunlight is instantly fatal to a young

spermárevő. We develop a tolerance to it in time, but it is at best uncomfortable, and bright, hot sun will eventually kill even the oldest of us. We do not take nourishment from food. In fact, similar to sunlight, it takes many years to be able to consume it, or even to drink water. This is done strictly to appear as human as possible, or for some ritualistic purposes. We are, for all practical purposes, dead. We do not require breath, although it allows speech, and it is certainly more comfortable. Exertions particularly cause us to breathe heavily, and in absence of oxygen, it can be extremely painful. We cannot be poisoned. We cannot bleed to death. Most physical harm that would injure or kill a human will not damage us. We do not age. I, myself, am 438 years old. How old are you, Zorana?"


The Pearly Yearning Ch. 01



"297," she replied.

"309," said Eniko.

"I am 284," said Kinia. "Can we get to the feeding?"

"Yes, Kinia, just a few more minutes. Most means that would kill humans just cause us to evaporate and reform in our beds later. There are only a couple of ways that we can be killed. Unlike nosferatu, though, stakes through the heart don't work."

"The major difference between us and nosferatu is that they can be of either sex and survive by draining life force in the form of blood," Danuta went on. "Spermárevő are exclusively female and drain life force by consuming semen. In English, we are known as spermpires, or occasionally, cumpires."

Susan's mind was racing in overdrive. She was trying to process all that she was seeing and hearing. Was it all some far-fetched joke? Was this for real? They consumed... semen? This was just too much...

"You..." Susan managed to utter. "You drain life force? Through semen? You mean, like, you kill guys by eating their, uh, semen?"

"Oh, no, we don't kill," said Eniko. "Anymore. Unless we have to. We do consume life force though. We age, wither, and weaken our hosts. Slowly. Bit by bit."

"Yes," agreed Danuta, "It seems to be that after centuries of observation, each ejaculation we consume ages our host about a week. We usually feed at least once daily from each host. We usually keep young men as hosts and retain them for about three or four months."

"Yes, so how about a demonstration," Kinia urged.

"Patience, sister," said Danuta. "Before I say anything further, I must stress how risky it is for us to trust you like this. There are vampire hunters still active in the world today. We must take extremely careful precautions to avoid detection. Will you swear to secrecy everything we share with you?"

"...Yes, yes, of course I will," replied Susan.

"Good. I had hoped you would say that. And now it may seem a bit crude, but I am compelled to tell you that should you betray our secrets to anyone at any time, we will kill you. Painfully. You understand this?"

Susan gulped. "Yes. Yes, I do. I won't betray you."

"Excellent. All right, Kinia, we will obtain your sustenance. Susan, follow me again, please."

So saying, Danuta led her back up the stairs and into the living room. "Ken! Joel! Come here, please. We have need of you."

The two young men arrived within moments.

"Clothes off, please. And we have a couple of blindfolds we will need you to wear. This is Susan."

"Hi, Susan," they both said with slight grins, and began shedding their clothes as instructed.

Susan could barley believe her eyes as the two men, both good-looking and fairly well-built, got naked before Danuta and herself. She felt her pulse quicken and her vagina getting warm. Then the two men were completely bereft of any clothing before her, both of their penises already semi-erect. Ken, the man she had met earlier, had a quite large member, already about seven inches, and not yet at full attention.

Danuta handed them each a blindfold, and they obediently put them on. The she struck her wristlet once with her ring, creating a sort of bell chime. At that sound, she heard movement on the stairs.

Kinia came rushing up, flushed bright red with a film of sweat on her brow. She dashed towards Ken like she was possessed, dove down in front of him, and immediately took his manhood into her mouth. He gasped in surprise and pleasure.

Susan's eyes were as big as dinner plates. Kinia was bobbing and sucking furiously. Within moments, Ken's cock was at full mast, perhaps reaching a full eight inches. Kinia attacked it with sucks and licks, twisting and whipping her head around. Ken moaned and shuddered. In less than a minute, the sounds he was making increased in pitch and frequency -- he was surely nearing orgasm.

Eniko leaned in toward her, whispering, "Now, watch carefully." Then she put her finger to her lips with a smile, indicating that Susan should remain silent.

Kinia sucked and pumped her mouth on his shaft. Ken shuddered and gasped. His hands flew out reflexively grasping at the air, but he did not touch Kinia. He threw his head back and grunted, then let out a howl. The sounds of Kinia's suction on his rod were loud and intense. She slowed her movements, then went still. In a moment, Susan saw her throat contract as she swallowed.

Kinia changed rapidly right before Susan's eyes. The mad intensity left her face, she became calm, almost serene and blissful. Her skin, glowing angry red moments before, quickly faded to the almost chalk-like paleness Susan was used to seeing in her and her sisters. Kinia let out a satisfied hum, then released Ken's softening cock from her lips. She sighed with pleasure and relief, and looked at Susan with a smile. Ken was gasping and vibrating, clearly visibly shaken by the experience.

"Ahhh, yesss, I needed that," she purred, shuddering lightly with satisfaction. Then she crawled before Joel and repeated the sequence. More slowly and casually, she sucked him into her mouth and with seemingly flawless expertise, and coaxed and teased him to orgasm with her mouth.

She slurped and bobbed, taking his rigid dick deep into her mouth, backing off and fluttering her tongue around his crown, then taking him back in fully.

Joel bucked and called out, his orgasm imminent. He shook his head and grasped his own hair. He uttered a series of guttural, staccato barks, and then one long tortured groan. Again Susan stared wide-eyed and watched Kinia's throat contract as she gulped down his load. She chuckled as she knelt before Joel, releasing his penis. He stumbled and nearly fell to the ground. He dropped to one knee and gasped, trying to catch his breath.

Kinia wiped the sweat-slick hair from her face, and producing a comb, began to tidy her dark tresses as she rose. Her eyes were dark and cool, a stark contrast to the raging fire that had burned in them less than five minutes ago.

Danuta locked the basement and turned to Susan and her sisters. "Upstairs, shall we go?" she enquired. "Ken, Joel, you're dismissed for now," she said in the direction of the two naked, young, blindfolded men. "We'll need you again probably in about an hour."

"Yes, Ma'am!" the both replied. Susan was utterly flabbergasted. Her pussy was tingling -- both men seemed absolutely delicious, and were apparently completely subservient to the four. They had stripped on command in front of woman they had just met, surrendered their cocks for Kinia's sucking pleasure, accepted their dismissal as routine, were prepared to be summoned again at a word... She was bewildered, awed and intrigued...

Back in the present, Susan was stalking her prey. The young man had turned down the street and was walking away from her. She strode behind him, keeping a quick pace with her shoes clicking on the concrete, gaining ground on her quarry. A couple of cars drove by, and the man rounded the corner. Susan followed.

Halfway up the block, the man heard the sound of her footfalls and turned to look at her. His expression was somewhat puzzled. "Huh!" he snorted with a toss of his head. "What happened to you?"

Susan did not reply, but continued striding towards him purposefully. Her gaze was focused, and a smirk appeared on her lips. She spread open the top of her dress, exposing her cleavage and bra.

"Whoa, slow down, there, love," the young man started, raising his hand and obviously taken aback. Susan ignored him, reached into her bra and hauled out her breasts. The man stared slack-jawed, totally unprepared for this occurrence, and stunned to mute inaction. Susan stood to face him with her breasts exposed to the night air, charged with power and excitement. Her hunger was palpable. She would feed now. She would take his semen. She would not ask. He would not be able to resist. He would provide her nourishment.

Without word, she dropped to her knees on the sidewalk and reached out to undo his belt. "Hey!" he barked. "Off! What kind of cracked-out, crazy fucking whore... HEY!! WHAT THE..." He tried to force her hands away but she looked up at him with a scowl. She shoved him back and he struck the brick wall behind him with a grunt. Her hands were instantly back on his belt; she deftly unbuckled it. In a quick movement, she undid his button fly and yanked his pants down. He wore no underwear. "NOW HOLD THE FUCK ON, YOU CRAZY BITCH," he roared at her, but in an instant she dove at his crotch and snared his flaccid member with her lips. He tried to push her away, but she grabbed both his wrists and held him fast. "Ouch!" he barked, trying to struggle. Susan chuckled to herself. She was far stronger than he was.

She began fellating him skillfully and purposefully. Her instincts guided her, and she felt his erection begin to grow in her mouth. Yes! This was a penis to feed her. Young, horny, responsive, never able to get enough orgasms... She sucked hard, not caring for his pleasure. She wanted his semen, and she wanted it as quickly as possible.

"Ow! Ah! Ah! What the fuck are you doing, you fucking lunatic bitch!" he growled as he helplessly struggled. As if it wasn't completely obvious. She sucked with insistent, powerful action, slurping and drooling on his shaft. She rasped her tongue on the underside of his helmet. She could feel his orgasm begin to take root and grow.

"OH! OH, GOD!" he gasped as she held him pinned against the wall. "AH! AH! FUCK! I'M GONNA... I'M GONNA..."

Yes, give me your seed, she thought. Give me your life force.

"AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!" he howled out as he bucked his hips involuntarily. A huge blast of thick, hot semen shot into her mouth. The taste and texture instantly set her entire mouth into ecstatic quivering. The delicious, scrumptious, incredible flavour!! Her head swam, a buzzing in her ears, insistent need filling her every fibre... She swallowed it down, and another squirt shot into her mouth. Divinity! Bliss! Rapture! Heaven!!! She sucked harder and harder as her victim cried out and convulsed. Burst after burst of salty, vibrant, delicious jizz entered her mouth, and she greedily devoured it all.

His cock finally ceased shooting, and the young man whimpered and slumped over. Her fever disappeared instantly. Susan was in a frenzy, unearthly strength coursing through her limbs; her hunger was so wonderfully satisfied, but she wanted more. She held him tighter and continued sucking. He warbled out in distress. She heard a cracking sound come from the wrist in her right hand.

Suddenly she stopped. What was she doing!? She was going to kill him!! Was it that easy? How did Danuta and her coven resist the urge?

She stood and backed off. The young man collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath. His left hand was contorted in pain, and bruise marks were clearly visible on his wrists. Susan turned and began quickly walking away. What had she done? No, no, he wasn't hurt. Not badly anyway. She had resisted the urge to drain him, to suck all his life out through his penis, to consume his soul... The urge returned and she shook her head. No! It wasn't right. She didn't have to kill, she didn't have to. There were lots of cocks out there to feed her, lots...

She wanted more. More semen. She was feeling stronger, more vibrant, more energetic by many magnitudes than she had ever felt. It was glorious! She was also feeling sexy, dominant, validated... He hadn't been able to resist. She had probably just given him the best orgasm he'd ever had. She laughed to herself thinking about how he would try to figure out what exactly had just happened. She licked her lips. She wanted more...

With a rush of excitement, a thought occurred to her as she rounded the corner and saw the Lighthouse Club. Was that broad, handsome trucker guy still there? An evil grin crossed her face at the thought. If he was still there, he would be her next host. She would take him. He would feed her. He would have no choice...

...To be continued...



The Pearly Yearning Ch. 02



Susan's entire body was pulsing with pleasure, relief, and power. Raw, animalistic strength and vigour coursed through her limbs. She felt elated, giddy. Like she'd just finished a marathon, or had a series of intense multiple orgasms, or just laughed like a hyena over something hysterically funny for an hour. God, she felt good! And strong. Confident. Sexy even. But she was still hungry. The young man's load she had just swallowed had restored her vitality, but she wanted more. She didn't want to feel simply sated, but gorged. She wanted to suck men's life out through their cocks and consume their life force until she couldn't possibly take in any more.

This was to be an orgy of sperm consumption.

She felt a brief flash of human shame. Her appearance was a disgrace. Her brand new red silk stockings were destroyed. Her hair was mussed and her makeup smeared and streaming down her face

Well, no matter. She strode back towards the Lighthouse Club with purpose. An almost reckless confidence seizing her, she would find a way to convince the doorman to let her back into the club.

Entering the doorway and ascending the steps, she met with a predictable greeting.

"Whoa, there," the doorman rumbled, his voice richly slathered in an Australian accent. Or maybe was it New Zealand? South Africa?

"You can't come in looking like that." His thick arms were crossed over his chest. His head was tilted slightly back, his sunglasses-shaded gaze looking down the ebony skin of his nose in a supposedly-intimidating fashion at Susan.

She almost laughed out loud. A week ago, she would have been totally cowed by his swagger, would have mumbled some mortified apology for her appearance, her presumption, perhaps even her existence, and scuttled off feeling shame and embarrassment.

Now she was almost taken aback at how fragile and vulnerable he looked. He was the prey. And attractive prey, too. His muscular, African Adonis image, his tight shirt and jeans revealing the well-toned limbs within, his thick jaw line, heavy brow and broad nose, his closely buzzed hair... All in all a totally masculine and attractive visage. She could sense, almost smell, the semen in his testicles. His male lust. Like a hair trigger, he could become erect at the drop of a hat; ejaculate his load in mere moments. A virile, healthy, fertile specimen of manhood, his equipment was prepared to copulate and produce offspring at any instant.

Susan knew how she would gain entrance.

"I need to clean up," she stated plainly. She took two steps towards him. He raised an eyebrow, clearly expecting the mousy response she would have given in such a recent past.

"I'll make it worth your while," she purred, reaching out to gently cup his package, glancing quickly down towards his mid-section, then back to his shaded eyes, licking her lips in lewd fashion.

Her behaviour almost surprised herself, but it seemed so natural, so obvious. Why and how had this escaped her before? This was going to be easy!

He started slightly at her bold touch on his genitals, but kept his arms folded and his intendedly-intimidating stare focused on her. Instinctively, she knew that if she didn't blink, didn't back down, just continued her suggestive, eager grin, what would happen.

And it did.

"Tony!" the doorman barked, turning his head but otherwise maintaining his posture. "Get your ass up here! Watch the door for a minute! I've got something I need to take care of!"

How impossibly macho he was, Susan chuckled to herself. He had no idea what he was in for.

"Got it, Mac!" said a smiling young white man with a goatee and spiky, gelled short brown hair. Maybe he would be next? Susan mused to herself.

"Ok, Honey," the black stud said impassively, still believing himself to be completely in control. "You clean this up," he said, grabbing his crotch, "And then you can clean yourself up. You clean up well and you can come in. All right?"

"All right," Susan grinned back mischievously. Her pulse was quickening and her appetite piquing. Her will and self-control kept her from leaping on this man and taking what was hers right now. She was kind of enjoying this dance, this interplay. It was ironic. A couple of hours ago, none of her ploys would have netted his interest, but now, looking like a complete disaster, she had garnered a blowjob for herself in an exchange of less than ten statements. It was almost comical.

The doorman led her into a coatroom that was dimly lit and cluttered. A couple of bins sat in the corner, filled with what were presumably lost-and-found items. The rhythmic thump of the bass from the dance floor vibrated heavily against the back wall.

"So what's your story, hm?" the doorman asked, unzipping his fly. "Didn't I see you in here earlier? What happened?"

"Boring story," Susan said with a smirk, dropping to her knees. "I have a feeling this will be much more interesting for both of us."

"I like your style, Shiela," the doorman said with a grin. He hauled out his penis authoritatively, gently jerking on it as he produced it. Thin and long, this specimen of manhood inspired a deep craving in Susan. Grinning to herself, she leaned forward and stuck her tongue out as far as she could.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh," she said, dental-patient style. The doorman chuckled, shuffling forth to place his hardening, uncircumcised, ebony shaft into her gaping mouth.

"Shit, you're a little bit crazy, you know that?" he muttered, inserting his penis past her lips. He drew his breath in sharply as she gently began sucking, coaxing his rod slowly deeper into her mouth. "I mean, I don't know what happened to mess you up like this. Normally I wouldn't give you the time of day, looking like that. But you've got something... Ah! Yeah, fuck, that's good... You've got some fuckin' wild sex thing goin' on here. Fuck, you suck good. Fuck, yeah. You suck cock good. Mmm, I think you like being a cocksucker. Huh? Do ya?"

Susan felt the hunger inside of her. She was tempted to just make him cum, suck his life force out, swallow his semen and leave him. But she was enjoying this. She was feeling sexy and wanted. Even his sex talk, as lame as she would have thought it was a week ago, was turning her on.

"Yeah, I love it," she purred, briefly letting his now seven-inch long cock slip from her mouth. "I love being a cocksucker."

Immediately, she dove down and began sucking him deep and fully. She wanted his sperm. Enough of this game.

"Oh, fuck!" he gasped. "Fuck, holy shit! Damn, you suck good. Oh, damn, girl!"

Somewhat to her surprise, Susan found herself deepthroating him easily. With her nose against his pubic bone, she took his entire shaft down her throat. Instinctively she knew exactly what to do, what sensations would bring this particular penis to ejaculation as quickly as possible. With his lengthy meat probing deep into the back of her throat, she began a swallowing action, sucking and pumping, milking his penis with her throat.

She was aware in some part of her mind that normally this would have her vomiting explosively. But it was easy for her. Pleasurable even. Exciting. Fulfilling. She would eat his sperm. Now.

"Uh!" the doorman, whose name she did not remember, and did not care to, gasped. "UHHHH! Slow down! Shit, slow down!" She did not. "I'm gonna blow! Fuck! I...."

With an intense, powerful, constant suction, she brought that delicious friction to the tip of his penis that she knew he could not hold back from.

Howling out, doubling over, then screaming out in lust, the doorman began shooting. Issuing his semen, ejaculating forth his life-force for Susan's consumption.

As his first huge, thick glob of jism erupted almost painfully from the end of his twitching prick, Susan backed off to take him in her mouth. She wanted to taste it, to savour it.

Still sucking intensely, she felt and tasted his thick, copious load of sperm shoot into her mouth. The slippery, salty, gooey globs sent her tongue, mouth, brain and pussy into glorious rapture. She gulped again and again, ingesting his wad of cum, her eyes rolling back in disbelief, that it could be this satisfying and amazingly pleasurable.

As the pearly gel descended down her gullet she felt an incredible rush. A surge of strength and power. It was intoxicating, compelling, almost maddening in its intensity. His vitality, his strength, youth, and very life was his, and now it was hers.

The doorman collapsed before her kneeling form, gasping for breath.

"Mac!" Tony's voice called out through the door. Mac, yes, that was his name. Not that Susan particularly cared. "Mac, everything alright in there?"

Mac lay on the floor, his pants still around his ankles, panting like he'd just sprinted a mile. An incredulous smile suddenly lit his face. "Fuck!" he exalted. "Fuck yeah, I'm more than alright!!"

Susan continued kneeling, savouring the sensation of this incredible strength and energy racing through her every nerve and fibre. She felt like she could lift a house. Or jump as high as one. Her mind was awash with total pleasure and satisfaction. Her hunger was completely sated now, but she still felt a gluttonous, ravenous, selfish compulsion to grab this frail mortal, engulf his member in her maw, and suck his soul and life out completely via his ejaculation. She considered all these sensations in her racing mind as she knelt with a smug smile on her lips. She hummed quietly with pleasure and satisfaction.

"Holy shit, girl!" Mac enthused, struggling to his wobbly knees and attempting to pull up his pants. "I have never had a girl that could suck like that! Shit, I'll help you clean up! You sure you won't tell me what happened to you? What's your name?"

"Susan," she replied with a sultry edge to her voice. "And I don't think you'd believe it if I told you the story."

"Ok, Susan... I'm Mac. Maybe someday you'll tell it to me, ha? Well, let me..." He finished rebuttoning his pants, and made to help her up but stumbled and almost fell. Susan chuckled.

"Shit! My legs! Wow, Susan, just wow! So let me help you up..." He bent and offered his hand somewhat unsteadily to her. She almost laughed out loud again. She was pretty sure she could break his neck in one swift motion.

"Damn, you got nice titties!" he remarked. Susan smiled wryly. This was probably an attempt to make her feel beautiful. As laughable as it seemed, she savoured the crude compliment. She had had starved for them her whole life, she might as well enjoy them now. "So listen, Susan... The staff washroom's this way... I'm off at three. You wanna have a nightcap with me? My apartment's six blocks west of here, in Mayberry."

"Yeah, maybe, Mac, maybe..." she replied somewhat mysteriously. Inside she was glowing. She'd just blown him! She'd taken him, consumed his very essence, and now he was offering her more of the same! He was pursuing her! Her ego sang in triumph!

As she rose, something caught her eye in the lost-and-found. It was a clear, zip-up makeup bag, filled with various items. On a whim, she picked it up, cocking an eye at Mac with an aloof pout on her face and raising it to his gaze. "You mind?"

He laughed. "Be my guest!"

Entering the ladies' room, she was a little surprised at her appearance. Her skin, normally quite pale, was almost as white as chalk! She briefly panicked, trying to imagine ways to get her colouring back to normal, then stopped. She smiled. The paleness made her more unique, more distinctive, striking. Maybe more mysterious, alluring? She chuckled to herself. I guess you can see a vampire's reflection...

She began running water, soaped up, removed some of her mascara, tried to fix her hair... She looked down at her stockings - they were ruined. Her hair was beyond salvation. She giggled. On a whim, she took her nail file and began poking it strategically through her stockings. If they were ripped, let them be deliberately ripped. She dipped her fingers in the water and ran them through her hair, twisting and shaking them. If her hair was messed, let it be deliberately messed!

She laughed out loud. She rifled through her newly-acquired makeup kit. Becoming more bold, she selected the most unusual items she could find. Those being green eyeshadow and black lipstick. Re-applying her eyeliner and applying the lipstick thickly, she leered at her own reflection. A few swipes of the green eyeshadow contrasted sharply with her skin. This was a bit of a throwback to her goth days, but... What a transformation! Her clothing was essentially the same as earlier tonight, but even with her hair, makeup and stockings looking disheveled and mussed, she was a sexy bitch!

How had this eluded her? It was there all the time! Danuta had seen that, now she knew. She had arrived. The events of earlier this evening played through her mind, how she had nearly succumbed... But now... Now the whole world was hers!!

Her mind drifted back to three months ago. Susan had joined Danuta, Eniko, Zorana, and Eniko upstairs. They were seated at a large, dark, hardwood table with medieval-looking chairs with very high backs. Kinia was shifting in her seat, almost dancing, as she hummed a merry tune.

"Yes, well," Danuta was saying, "No one is really sure when the first spermárevő was created. But the methodology is savage. Inhuman. If we were to turn you, there is another way."

"Alright," Susan replied, regarding Danuta somewhat apprehensively, "What way is that?"

"There still must be a life ended," Danuta said gravely, "But it need not be yours. A spermárevő, one of us, would have to take the life of a male. And the ritual involves penetration of the vagina, anus and mouth. But again, in this method, it won't be yours. It would be one of us."

"Ok... I... I don't really understand. If one of you will be doing all this, how do I get turned?"

"Semen must enter all orifices. It must be absorbed by the body, and a life must be ended. One of us four would have a man ejaculate in our vagina and rectum. You would have to draw the semen out with your mouth and swallow it."

Susan's eyes bugged out a bit and her eyebrows raised. Her lips curled in a mild expression of disgust. The four sisters were unaffected as Danuta continued.

"Then the one of us would fellate a man to ejaculation, but continue sucking. Draw his life out completely. Killing him. But rather than consuming his semen, we would hold it in our mouth, you would draw it into your own mouth and swallow it. This begins the process."

Susan stared dumbly, unable to respond. This was certainly nothing like anything she had heard of or read in anything vampire-related.

"The initial sensation after the third swallow is almost one of burning," said Eniko after a brief moment of silence. "From the inside. The semen consumed contains the life of the host. It burns, then makes you feel terribly ill, then you lose consciousness. When you awaken, you are a spermpire, like us. At that point, the only thing that will sustain you, the only thing that will keep you alive, is semen."

"And not just any semen," Kinia broke in. She was still wearing her odd, quirky grin that was characteristic of her. "It must be extracted directly from the penis into your mouth. If it enters the air, or passing through anything before entering your mouth, the connection of life energy to your host is lost. So you can't store it up or save it. You need fresh hosts."

"I, uh," Susan struggled with, "I heard, or, um, rather read, about... vampires... that, uh, drank animal blood...?"

Kinia gasped, then howled out in peals of laughter. The other three joined her in a raucous round of surprised mirth.

"Animals don't have souls, Susan," intoned Kinia, after she caught her breath. "Only humans can be hosts. That applies to nosferatu, incidentally. No animal blood or anything else. Human only."

There was a pause. Kinia went back to humming to herself with a friendly smile.

"Uh, how long could... one of you... go without, uh, feeding?"

"Well, that depends," said Zorana, her black hair and dark eyes giving her words seeming gravity, "If well fed, a spermárevő could last about a month in between meals. But if feedings are more difficult to come by, a week to two weeks maybe? I'm sure that one of us could survive on one ejaculation per week for a long time, perhaps forever, but that would certainly not be a pleasant way to live."

"I had to live like that for the first couple of years," said Danuta. "It was terrible. There is a difference in the feedings, though. Young men's semen is more vital and potent. An ejaculation from a healthy, well-fed twenty-year-old can probably sustain you for ten days. A middle-aged man? Probably more like five. And if a life is consumed entirely? That life will sustain one of us easily for a month and a half, maybe two, before we'd need to feed again."

"But none of us have killed for years now!" interjected Eniko. "Many years!"

"Yes, 46 years to be exact," said Zorana.

The sisters shared a brief series of grave glances. Clearly, something significant had happened 46 years ago.

"So... So, back to the turning..." Susan started somewhat apprehensively.

"Yes?" encouraged Danuta with a friendly smile, reassuring her, as she had stated earlier, that any questioned would be completely acceptable. They might decline to answer, they had indicated, but Susan was allowed to ask anything without fear of offending.

"So if you have to consume... semen... from a live sperma... a spermpire... so, ah, you..."

"Yes, go on," Danuta said warmly.

"Um, that means, uh, that you, ah, all ate cum out of... each other...?" Susan was bushing deep pink as she stammered out the question.

Kinia laughed with merriment. The other three just smiled broadly, doing their best to make Susan feel at ease, even though her query clearly had an amusing quality.

"Danuta turned me and Zorana," said Eniko. "And I turned Kinia. So yes, Zorana and I both drew semen from Danuta. And Kinia from me."

Susan just gawked. She didn't know if she was excited, disgusted, horrified or turned on. Her mind was whirling to try to keep up.

"And, uh, you, Danuta? Who turned you?"

"No one," she replied. "I am an original spermárevő."

"...So, how does that happen?" Susan asked.

Eniko, Kinia, and Zorana all quickly exchanged concerned glances at each other, then at Danuta.

Danuta just inclined her head slightly and gave a soft smile. "It's ok, sisters," she addressed the other three. "A spermárevő is a spirit reborn for vengeance," she then said, speaking to Susan. "A woman who is raped in all of her orifices, and dies as a result, is reborn after three days in the grave. She exists to suck the life out of men."

She paused in the silence that followed. "That is how I died, 410 years ago."

Susan felt overwhelming regret and shame at having asked the question. And deepest sympathy for Danuta. Tears began trickling down Susan's cheek.

"It's ok, Susan," Danuta consoled her, "It was a long, long time ago. Weep not for me. Weep for the men I have killed. Some innocent, good men. When I hungered, I have killed. I could easily again, if I wished. The urge is nowhere near as powerful or difficult to control as when I was young, but it is still there. It will always be there. We are spermárevő, Susan. We are vampires. And this is not a fairy tale."

Susan cried silently for a time. She didn't know what to say. But Danuta was right. As amazing as this was, as sexy, as exciting, as even perhaps romantic... They were vampires. Spermárevő. They consumed men's lives to survive. Being a vampire had seemed such an easy, perfect fantasy. But now she saw it was much more than that.

"Well, how about a lighter subject, then?" asked Eniko. "I've a mild desire to feed... Anyone else?"




The Pearly Yearning Ch. 02



"I could feed," said Zorana. "Shall we summon the boys?"

Danuta smiled. "Yes, let's. Joel! Ken!" she called downstairs. "Upstairs, please! We have need of you again!"

Susan tried to stop her tears. She felt shame, sorrow, and sympathy. But she was still excited at the prospect before her. And at Eniko's mention of feeding, her pussy clenched and started to moisten again. Ken and Joel would be here soon, to remove their clothing, present their dicks, and shoot their cum for the sisters' consumption. The power over those men! And they were both so sexy! A deep thrill went through Susan. That power could be hers.

Footsteps rapidly ascending the stairs announced Joel and Ken's arrival. They both wore smiles, and Ken already had an obvious bulge in his trousers.

"Ken. Here," ordered Eniko with a lazy smile.

"Joel. To me," said Zorana. Kinia giggled.

The two men shuffled in front of their respective partners, and began undoing their pants.

"All your clothes off, please," smiled Danuta. "Make sure Susan has a good view at all times hm?"

"Yes, Ma'am!" they both replied, shedding their clothes rapidly. Ken's impressive member was already erect and throbbing as he offered it to Eniko. Joel's was bobbing and awakening fully as he bent backward at the hips before Zorana. Both women leaned forward and snapped the penises up in their mouths in an instant. Both men took their breath in sharply and began softly moaning in pleasure.

Susan's pussy was juicing and tingling excitedly. She was rooted to her chair, rapt with attention, trying to take in all the sights and sounds before her. This was incredible! She wanted this for herself so badly!!

Kinia leaned over to Susan with a smile and whispered, "You can play with yourself if you like. I can see you find it arousing. It's ok, no one will mind..."

Susan's gaze darted to Kinia's eyes, her own wide with mild shock. "I couldn't! In front of...? I couldn't!"

Kinia giggled softly again, continuing to whisper. "Really, no one will mind at all... It's all right, Susan. There's two naked, yummy men in front of you, getting blowjobs. No one's shy about that. And you like to watch? Mmmm, I do too. It's been over 250 years, and I've never gotten the least bit tired of it..."

Susan just blushed deeper, too shy to respond. "Well, no matter," Kinia purred. "I love watching. I'm going to play." So saying, she hiked up her deep green dress and placed one of her legs on the seat of her chair. Her eyes never leaving the action before her, she began stoking the lips beneath her patch of dark pubic hair. Susan gawked. She couldn't believe that Kinia was being so bold. Although Eniko and Zorana both had cocks in their mouths right in front of her. Ken and Joel were both moaning with intense pleasure. Danuta just looked on with a warm smile.

Susan's nipples were now erect and her pussy throbbing. Eniko and Zorana were both building up rhythms, sucking and slurping and teasing their respective hosts closer to orgasm. Kinia stared intently at her two sisters' actions, rubbing her pussy feverishly. She glanced over at Susan with a quick smile. "Join me if you like. I do this a lot while I watch."

Numbly, Susan's right hand wandered to the crotch of her jeans. She could feel her own heat. She squeezed softly, suppressing a moan. She was still too self-conscious to masturbate brazenly as Kinia was doing, but desire was inflaming her whole being nonetheless.

Ken growled. Then he gasped a couple of times. Then, bending forward at the waist, he howled out long and loud, thrusting his hips forward as he ejaculated forcefully into Eniko's eager mouth. She hummed and moaned in pleasure, gulping down his sperm. Her face was aglow with bliss.

Joel barked a couple of times. "Oh, fuck!" he called out. "Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuuuuuccccckk!!!!!" He ended the last syllable in a low yell of ecstatic release.

Kinia's hand was a blur on her clit as her tiny sighs of pleasure slowly built in intensity.

Zorana sucked intensely on Joel's spasming meat, drawing his strength and life out in the form of his semen, and hungrily swallowing it down. Joel collapsed as she released his penis, gasping and convulsing, shivering with pleasure, and utterly drained.

Ken chuckled. Kinia threw her head back, and with a sweet moan, came. Her fingers stroking and sliding over her clit, she bucked and sighed, her pleasure obvious to any observer. His breath shallow and laboured, Ken wiped the sweat from his brow. "May I speak?" he asked.

"Yes, go ahead," answered Danuta with a smile. Kinia sighed softly, grinning, and lowered her leg to the ground. She readjusted her dress. Joel just lay gasping on the floor.

"I've said it before, I know, but I don't know how you do it. You ladies are all magnificent. I'll stay with you for the rest of my life if I can."

"Well, thank you," Danuta responded graciously. Eniko just chuckled and smiled.

"I hope it's not too bold a question," he continued, "But will you be coaching Susan?" He focused Susan in his sight with a warm, toothy grin. She blushed a deep crimson. Her pussy was burning with excitement and arousal.

"Well, we're going to have to discuss that, aren't we, Susan?" smiled Danuta.

Back in the present, Susan leered at her own reflection. She raised her right hand, claw-like, and hissed like a cheesy, 1970s Hollywood vampire. Then she tossed her head back and laughed like a madwoman, full of mirth, irony, and bemusement.

"Oi, you ok in there, love?" came Mac's voice through the door.

"Oh, just peachy keen... love!" she laughed. "Coming out."

Mac's facial expression was one of mild shock. Then he smiled and chuckled. "Well, you cleaned up I suppose! That's a look! Hell, you are a bit crazy, aren't you?"

"Mmm, you don't know the half," Susan smirked.

"Alright. I've got to get back to the door, ha? Come have a drink at last call. I'll take you to my place."

"Ok, Mac..." She wasn't sure if she had any interest in his offer, but thought she'd deep that door open. Mac bounded back toward his post as Susan strutted towards the entrance. Rounding the corner past the coat check, Tony greeted her with a smile.

"Well, hello there!" he said, giving her the once-over with interest. "Sounds like you really took care of Maccy-boy alright there!" His expression was eager and suggestive.

"Well, I suppose I did, at that," she replied coyly. Hmm. Tony was it? She'd jokingly considered that he might be her next host earlier. Now she gave it a serious thought. She inclined her head down slightly and peered directly into his eyes. "Wanna be taken care of too?"

Tony guffawed nervously. "What, now?" He shifted his vision quickly left and right. "You serious?"

"Yup." She licked her lips to underscore her point.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, look..." he glanced around again, lowering his voice somewhat. "Yeah, uh, look, Mac can't find out about it, ok? Keep it secret?"

"You got it cowboy," she grinned. Her nipples were erect, her pussy moist, and her ego was in complete, triumphant rapture. This was to be the fourth cock she would have in her mouth in a single night! She was positively glowing with sensuousness, joy and pride.

Tony grinned, looking around quickly and led her quickly behind a door beside the bar by the pool tables. A deserted kitchen. Looked like it hadn't been used in a long time, maybe ever. Susan just shrugged. She had a feeling she was going to be seeing a lot more back rooms in the near future.

Tony's eagerness amused her. Three hours ago, she probably wouldn't have been able to even get his attention long enough for a five-minute conversation. Now he was acting like she was a movie star and he was a fanboy or something. He fumbled with his belt and pulled his jeans and boxers down. "Sounded like you really know how to suck," he said with an air of bravado. His penis was short, circumcised, and surrounded by tangly dirty-blond pubes. "Why don't you come over here and show me?"

"How can I refuse an offer like that," Susan purred. She chuckled to herself at the size of his member. Fully erect, it couldn't be any longer than about three and a half inches. Not important, she thought. He'll cum. Lots. I can sense it.

She strolled over to him, traced a finger underneath his chin, and smirked at him. He wore an anticipatory grin, and his breathing was quickening. She gently grabbed testicles suddenly, and drew him in for a kiss. He responded excitedly. He was putty in her hands.

She dove quickly down to her knees. Engulfing his penis, she instantly began an intense suction on his shaft, flicking her tongue underneath the sensitive head. He gasped and started, grabbing onto the edge of a table for support.

She began bobbing, drawing her lips up and down his shaft, grabbing his buttocks and forcing him forward, sucking his rod deeply into her mouth. She licked and slathered her tongue all over the shaft and head of his dick. He gasped loudly, grunting and panting. "Oh my god!!" he breathed in amazement.

She smiled inwardly and prepared for his load. In addition to his small size, he evidently had a bit of an inclination to ejaculate prematurely. That suited her fine. Intensely, determinedly, she doubled her pace of sucking up and down, up and down, and increased her vacuum action on his dick. "Oh god!!" he barked. "God!! I... Oh my fuck!!!"

Her began cumming! Thick, thick, hot jets of sperm! Oh, glory, deliciousness, heaven!! So much!!! He roared out and shot his load, his body rigid and quivering. Susan swallowed again, again, again, again!!! Tony just kept producing. Five full thick, meaty, salty, vital mouthfuls he gave her. She gulped it all down voraciously. So much life!! So much energy! Gods and goddesses, this load sent Susan over the moon and beyond! Again, the urge took her... More life, more energy, more power!! All she had to do was keep sucking! Tony would die, die in ecstasy, and she would rise to even greater heights of glory, strength and satisfaction!

No. No!! NO!!!! She got a hold of her thoughts just as she was about to resume sucking. No, no, not necessary. Not necessary, and wrong. No need to kill. She could do this, she could control herself. She could prove herself to the sisters...

She chuckled, totally sailing in bliss. She licked her lips and looked up contentedly at Tony. His eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open. His body was wild with shivers. "Oh my god!!" he gasped. "Oh, Susan! My god! I've never felt anything like... And you swallowed it! All of it! Susan! Holy shit!" He stumbled slightly, not totally in command of his limbs. "Holy shit!"

Susan just burbled with merriment. "Like that, did ya?"

"Holy shit, you have no idea! Susan! Holy shit... Wow, do you wanna, like, go out sometime? Can I take you to dinner?" He raised his boxer and pants, attempting to refix his belt with shaking hands.

She rose, unearthly strength racing through her every muscle. "Maybe, Tony," she chuckled, "Maybe..."

So many cocks. They would feed her. All of them.

She winked at Tony, then exited the kitchen. Entering the bar proper, she set out to find that trucker. She wondered how he would taste? She aimed to find out.

...To be continued...



The Pearly Yearning Ch. 03



Susan strode towards the dance floor. She turned briefly to adjust her top, accentuating her cleavage more deeply. Her face displayed a confident smirk. Her step was bold. Her breasts jiggled with every footfall. She drew stares of disdain from some of the women, interested leers from some of the men. Unholy strength coursed through her body. She had fed well on semen, and the life force she had taken in expressed itself in vigour and energy undreamed of.

Laughing, she swirled onto the dance floor, twisting and grinding to the rhythm. Her eyes were closed and she still wore her satisfied, smug smile. She felt so dramatically different from earlier tonight. Before, she was doing her best to seem attractive and available, and it was useless. Now she cared not who was watching, who was interested, yet she knew she was drawing men to her. They would be piqued, curious, and drawn to her bold, unashamed confidence like moths to a flame.

How many would feed her tonight? And beg for more? She laughed again, brimming over with satisfaction and bliss.

She thanked Danuta silently. She blessed her, and her sisters... thanked the goddess that she had made their acquaintance. Earlier tonight she'd convinced herself that it was a curse, a mistake. Now she knew that it was everything she had hoped. And so much more. Her life had begun in earnest, tonight.

She opened her eyes, grinning as she spun on the floor. Her ankles, knees and thighs felt like coils of steel. Even in her high heeled pumps, she was able to dip and squat low, rotating her hips in ever widening circles, spreading her stance and rising, to stand erect with her hands raised, swaying in the air. Every movement was pure joy. Surely she could feel no better than this.

Her gaze was caught by a good-looking stud with gelled hair, loose fitting jeans and a tight sweater. He obviously worked out. He regarded her with intent, his head nodding slightly in acknowledgment as their eyes met. She grinned wider, feeling lust exude from her being at every sultry movement.

Mac's imposing form caught her eye from the direction of the door. Oh, he had such a macho pose... Broad shouldered, relaxed, head slightly inclined back, arms just flexed enough to show his biceps... He made a brief kissy face and shot a wide, toothy grin to her. She blew a kiss back. Mac was clearly intending to mark his territory. She just used it as a catalyst to become flirtier, more seductive, more free... It seemed such a paradox, one that was impossible for her to grasp even five hours ago. Look like a whore. Act like you don't care if men are looking. Be outrageous, scandalous, slutty. And they'll fall at your feet.

She was sated now, and so concentrated on this wonderful, liberating new sense of self she had. Any one of these cocks might feed her later. It was up to her to decide when, and which.

For now she just danced, loving how sexy and powerful she felt.

Some of her human instincts expressed themselves, and she began walking to the bar to get a drink. Altering her course half way, she checked herself, remembering how her last attempt at whiskey had gone. She was a teetotaler now. Or a sperm-totaler, rather.

The gel-haired stud approached her and asked if she wanted a drink. She politely declined, adding that maybe later tonight he could give her an extra-special drink. She licked her lips and tossed her head in laughter, leaving him bewildered and intrigued.

Six days ago she had been with Danuta and her sisters. It was to be the last time for a long while, perhaps forever.

She had gained their full trust. They had made an offer, she had taken the time they required, considered carefully, and accepted. That night, after a final period of information exchange, they would conduct the ritual. That night, she would become a spermárevő.

"Things are much easier for us in the modern world," explained Eniko. "We recruit young men from the internet. They have very limited knowledge of our habits, and none of our true nature. All the knowledge they have is that we are uniquely talented at performing fellatio, and, if a young man passes our screening processes, will get blowjobs from one or all of us several times a day."

Zorana expounded on the subject. "There are several levels of screening they must pass before we will actually meet. If they are approved, the first feeding is free. So they understand what pleasures might await them. Then they must provide us with generous donations to continue visiting, and if they wish to become houseboys, like Joel and Ken, they turn all their incomes over to us directly and may live in the house with us for a couple of days a week."

"We keep them for about four months at maximum," said Eniko. "Any longer than that and they may start to notice the effects of aging."

"We move frequently," said Danuta. "This is mostly because of the vampire hunters. We exist, as do they. Spermárevő are even more rare than nosferatu, but we known, and we are hunted. North America used to be much safer for spermárevő; we were not well known on this continent. But in the last forty years or so, we've had to be increasingly careful."

Susan felt compelled to ask a question. If she was turned, she felt it was important to know. She just hoped the question wasn't too imposing.

"Tell me," she asked, "Please, what happened 46 years ago? The last time you... killed?"

Kinia and Eniko exchanged nervous glances.

"We'll talk about that in a bit," said Danuta. "The related subject has to be tabled; it's important. When we turn you, we must abandon you."

Susan's eyes widened a bit.

"This is for our own safety. A young spermárevő is much less in control of her urges. It is much easier for her to kill. We cannot attract the attention of vampire hunters because of the indiscretions of a youngling."

"Abandon? How, exactly?" asked Susan. "I knew we would be parted, but... I didn't know, well, I really don't know..."

"We must leave you," Danuta stated. "Alone. Completely, to fend for yourself. If you can survive, if you can stay undetected, if you can establish yourself, you can come and seek us out."

"But, but... How will I..."

Danuta shushed her gently. "We will explain more and give you a list of things you should do or find. After that, you're on your own."

Susan balked. She had had second thoughts about this whole idea, but had quelled them. She had assumed that she would have some guidance or protection from the coven, though, and it now seemed that none would be forthcoming.

Danuta and her sisters detailed what she should garner for herself in preparation for the change. A basement apartment in a low-income area. A deep freeze. Any cool chamber would do, really, a coffin, a concrete vault... The modern world afforded certain comforts, though, and this applied to vampires as well. A hat and veil. A coat and gloves. Tinfoil. Black spray paint. Cash. Bleach. Kerosene. A hunting knife. Garbage bags. Duct tape. Gold jewelry. A cellular phone with a pay-as-you-go plan. A van or RV. A wig. Sunglasses. Makeup. Fake identification.

They put the list and the applications for the items onto a printed copy, and also gave her a copy on a flash drive. They advised her to commit the copy to memory and destroy the originals.

They also gave her a few scripts and pre-fabricated plausible back stories and excuses that might explain some of the peculiarities and situations a spermárevő might find herself in.

It was a lot to take in, and several times Susan had thought she was in over her head. But she kept coming back to the realization that this was real. This was her dream. She had been suffering, hurting, and wanting all her life. And that this could be the answer to all her prayers.

"So... We've explained most of what challenges you'll face when turned," said Danuta. "And now, we'll tell you some more about what happened when we last killed."

Susan was anxious, and had a growing sense of unease. She remembered what was said to her previously. In order to be turned, a life must be lost...

She was correct in her suspicions. Eniko spoke. "It was 46 years ago, now. There was a girl that we had met. Gotten to know, taken into confidence. Similar to how we have with you. This was in another country. It was the first time in over 100 years we'd made a decision to turn someone."

Zorana spoke next. "She was soft, shy. Demure, I suppose. She had been beaten as a child. We felt that she would benefit form our gift."

"I turned her," said Eniko.

"It was all our decision, though, Sister," Zorana responded. "It could have been any one of us. As it will be for you, Susan. We have all agreed to turn you."

"The girl we turned..." said Eniko, "She couldn't control herself. She killed. Repeatedly. We think she got a taste for it."

"In any case, the vampire hunters got her," Danuta said. "And this is why we must separate ourselves from you. We have the most sincere hope that you will be able to master yourself. To control your urge. To use your craft, guile, and wit. To survive.

"If you are able to do this you can seek us out. We will be overjoyed to welcome you into our coven, but your test is to survive and perform a ritual for us.

"There is a church in Estonia. Karja Church. Survive for longer than a year, and find that church. Light a torch in the highest window at night. And we will come to you, enact the ritual, and you will be part of our coven, a new sister."

"If you can't see that through," said Kinia, her characteristic grin absent, "Then you're on your own. To join us you must show your tenacity and resourcefulness. Otherwise you will just draw the vampire hunters to us."

"And they will come," added Zorana. "We have had to fight them from time to time. And we will have to again at some point. Technology has made things easier for us, but it has also made things easier for them. It is a dance."

There was a long silence. Susan wanted to speak, but no words found their way past her lips. Her path was clear, and bleak, and fraught with danger. She was terrified, but she knew that if she tried to carry on with her old life, knowing what she knew, having passed up this offer, she would never be able to live fully.

In the present, Susan was strutting through the bar. She felt like a celebrity, or an infamous criminal. She felt untouchable, separate from the herd. Like she was the girl every man wanted, and every girl hated. And she was loving every second.

She was still seeking that trucker guy, but losing interest rapidly. He was one penis. In a veritable churning ocean of penises. All at her disposal. Why should she obsess over one man that had slighted her? That was petty. And Human. She smirked, feeling free and powerful leaving that behind her.

The gel-hair stud caught her eye again. He was clearly interested. That would do. She wished to feed again. He would be her next host.

"Well, hi, there," he said with a grin as she approached. He was clearly preening with masculine pride at her apparent selection of him. Susan was positively glowing. She'd never felt a tenth this attractive.

"Hi there, yourself," she grinned at him.

"Thought about that drink?"

"I have," she replied. "And I want it." Her grin broadened. "From you." Her gaze traveled very obviously to his crotch then back up. "Now."

"...Uh..." was his eloquent response.

"Come with me," she ordered, strode off towards the entrance. As she passed the nook with the pool tables, she spied the trucker. Mmm, his broad shoulders, his thick arms, broad jaw... A flash of indignant, cold anger went through her. He had dared to refuse her? He dared not now.

A smile returning to her face, she took her stud's hand. She hadn't seen Tony lock the abandoned kitchen, so she made for it in a break in the crowd.

It was unlocked, so she led her stud inside with a smile. "So... so, what's this?" he asked.

"Abandoned kitchen," she remarked.

"Uh huh. Apparently... What's your play, Cutie?" he enquired with a smirk, trying to take back some sense of initiative.

"Now I suck your cock," she smiled, dropping to her knees before him.

"Uh..." he started again, clearly unprepared for this eventuality. "Uh, ok Beautiful... Will you tell me your name?"

"Does it matter?" she grinned up at him, licking her lips and undoing his jeans.

"I, uh... I guess not?"

He gasped as she dove forward and took his meat into her mouth. Immediately, she began applying a steady, gentle suction while simultaneously stimulating the underside of his penis with her tongue. Feeling the joy of her power over this stranger, and the anticipation of even greater strength, joy and satisfaction, the threw herself into the task of delivering this blowjob with gusto.

"Whoa!" he breathed. "Holy shit! Whooo!"

She chuckled as she took him in deeper. She was thoroughly enjoying this. It seemed that every guy that she blew found her to be the best he ever had. Was this cock number five for the night? She was looking forward to losing track. She dragged her lips sensuously along his shaft, sucking him back in, and dragging her way back out.

His breath came in staccato gasps. He shivered at her movements, clenching his entire body and trembling with ecstasy. "My god, girl! You are crazy! I fucking... Ah! I fucking love it!"

Maybe she was a bit crazy? she thought. Regardless, she wanted his load. She was eager to feel his penis twitch and erupt glorious, delicious wads of semen into her mouth.

She accelerated the pace of her sucking-and-dragging routine, increasing the intensity of the suction. Her stud began grunting, then calling out in lust. She flicked her tongue rapidly on the underside of his helmet, causing him to jump and cry out.

"Ahh!" he choked. "Aah! Aah! AAAHHHHHH!!!"

He began pumping out gooey blobs of sperm into Susan's mouth. She greedily swallowed it all down. Shot after shot of the thick, pearly, life-giving semen filled her mouth. Each swallow was, bliss, joy, and pure power. Her muscles fairly sang with unbridled energy.

She finished him, squeezing the last delicious drops out on to her tongue. Rising, she smiled luridly and silently at him. He gasped for breath, a wide, incredulous grin on his face.

"Holy shit!" he gasped again. "You have a boyfriend?"

"Several," she chuckled mysteriously.

"Come on, what's your name? What are you doing, like, right now? Can I buy you that drink?"

"Nope, just had one, thanks." She smiled and made for the door and exited the kitchen without a further word. She had spotted trucker-guy. She had a new mission. Petty or not, his dick would be hers.

Six days ago, Susan had made her decision. She was to become a spermárevő. That night. She had chosen Danuta to turn her.

"We thought you would say yes," Kinia said, in her musical way of speaking. "It solves one of our problems, should you have refused." Susan looked up curiously at her cryptic statement.

"Let us introduce you to Gary O'Donnell," said Zorana, in answer to Susan's unspoken question, as she led the five of them upstairs. "Joel and Ken will participate in the first two parts of the ritual. Gary will be our third."

Susan had a spreading sense of dread, suspecting what she was speaking of. This Gary was to die.

Fully ascending the staircase, Zorana gestured toward a large wooden cabinet. "Ken and Joel will have no knowledge of his participation, naturally."

Susan noted that much of the furniture upstairs was missing.

Zorana opened the cabinet to reveal a naked man, tied up tightly, gagged and blindfolded, suspended from the top of the cabinet by his bonds.

"Gary is a rapist," Danuta stated plainly. "He is a repeat offender, having beaten women of various ages often to the point of hospitalization." She smiled at the struggling form. "He was paroled recently. Because of several technicalities in his legal case, he has only been convicted of two counts of assault with intent to cause bodily harm. He was released early for good behaviour."

She paused, tracing his jawline with her finger as he shied away. "He will not be missed..."

Susan's heart was pounding. She was filled with fear, as well as sympathy mixed with loathing for this naked, bound man who was soon to be no more.

To feed her.

To give her life, eternal.

"Well, let's put him away for now, shall we?" smiled Danuta, closing the cabinet. "You may have observed that many of our effects have been removed from the dwelling here. We are moving. This will be Ken and Joel's last evening with us. They are free after tonight, with their memories of us to haunt them." She smiled again.

Eniko spoke next. "We were planning to move whether we turned you or not. It's our policy. We stay on the move."

Susan could find no words.

"We have other hosts lined up at another location," Danuta said. "After you are turned, you will wake up in this house. We advise you to wait until dusk before you leave. Certainly do not leave after midnight. Never underestimate the daylight. Always leave far more time than you need before dawn. And remember the contingencies we have taught you."

As Susan remained silent, Danuta continued. "Well, we are ready. There is no point delaying the ritual, hm? All we need is your acquiescence."

She paused. "Do you want to be turned, Susan? Do you wish to give up your mortal life? To become a vampire? A spermárevő?"

Susan paused, barely able to breathe. "...Yes," she finally replied. "Yes, I do."

Eniko called out downstairs, "Ken! Joel! We have need of you!"

The two came bounding up the stairs shortly. They both had expectant, eager expressions on their faces. Ken had a bulge in the crotch of his pants.

"As you know," Eniko addressed them, "Tonight we shall all be leaving." This pronouncement was met with sad, empathetic, longing smiles from the pair. "But before you are dismissed, we have a special treat for you."

Danuta began removing her dress. "You've both received a number of blowjobs from all of us," she said as she disrobed. "And believe me, we've enjoyed them at least as much as you have."

They grinned widely at her. She was removing her bra and panties now. "Kinia and Eniko have fucked you both a handful of times. But tonight, before you leave, I want you both to fuck me." Their grins broadened as they looked briefly at each other, then back at Danuta.

She reclined on the couch, spreading her legs and stroking her slit. "You first, Ken. Come here and fuck me."

"Yes, Ma'am!" was his enthusiastic response.

Quickly shedding his clothing, he revealed his thick cock, jerked it a few times to bring it to full erection, and laid down between her legs.

Danuta sighed and Ken gasped as he pressed the helmet of his rod against her vulva. She smiled up at him as he shivered. "Go on, push."

Kinia was sitting down on one of the high-backed chairs, watching intently. She placed one of her feet on the seat of the chair and hiked her dress up. Exposing her muff, she placed her right hand over her mound and began squeezing gently.

Ken entered Danuta as he quivered and gasped in short breaths. She moaned in pleasure, bringing a huge smile to his lips. Zorana and Eniko were both watching with detached interest as Kinia masturbated and Joel stared with a growing bulge in his pants.

Susan was scared. Her apprehension had reached a high point, and adrenaline was rushing through her system. Despite this, she began to get incredibly turned on watching Ken fuck Danuta.

He had increased his pace slightly now, rotating his hips as he thrust in and out. Danuta closed her eyes and purred in satisfaction, gently murmuring, "Yes, yes..." to encourage Ken's actions.

He thrust more insistently, grunting and grimacing as he drove into her. His large, thick, glistening member disapperared inside Danuta again and again. Her sighs and gasps turned into moans of pleasure. She looked him in the eyes with burning passion. "Come on, Ken," she breathed. "Fuck me. Harder."




The Pearly Yearning Ch. 03



Ken obeyed this missive with enthusiasm. Thrusting rapidly and forcefully, her began pounding deep into her quivering pussy. "Arh!" he grunted. "Ah! I'm getting close! Do you want me to..."

"No!" she interrupted him. "Ohhh! Yes! Keep fucking me! Deeper! Ohhhh, come inside me, come inside me!"

"Inside?" he gasped. "Ah! Inside? I... I... can't hold baaaaccckk....!"

"Yes!" growled Danuta. "Yes! Shoot it deep inside of me. Shoot your load!"

Ken howled. His body siezed and quaked. His hips extended fully forward as he blasted his load with all his youthful might deep into Danuta.

She quivered in a mini-orgasm herself as he filled her. Shaking and gasping in joyous rapture, Ken withdrew. "May... may I speak?" he panted.

"Later," said Danuta. "There's something pressing that needs attention. Susan?"

Susan stood rooted for a moment. She knew what the next step was. And it was right before her. She knew it was necessary if she was to make it real. Her mind was spinning. She couldn't move. She had never even kissed another woman. And now...

"Go on," whispered Kinia. "It's your freedom. It's your liberation. It's yours. Take it."

Something Kinia had said touched a chord. Broke the spell.

Susan moved. She took three steps forward. She kneeled down. She leaned in. Danuta opened her legs to accommodate her. Spreading Danuta's labia with her fingers, Susan enveloped her pudenda and began sucking.

Her tongue sought out Danuta's inner folds; licking and scooping, she found Ken's load and began slurping it into her mouth. The salty, meaty, metallic flavour hit her tastebuds, mingled with the sweet salt of Danuta's juices. Something in her brain clicked, and Susan's pussy, already excited by what she had just witnessed, began throbbing and clenching.

Obtaining a mouthful of Ken's vital seed, she swallowed. Licking and sucking, she drew out more and more cum from deep in Danuta's vagina. Danuta hummed with pleasure beneath Susan's ministrations. Susan delved in deeper and searched with her tongue for the last bits of Ken's load. She gulped it down. A brief wave of nasuea washed over her. Then she shuddered. This was not unpleasant; actually quite exciting. She licked up and down Danuta's thick lips, ostensibly to ensure she had missed none of Ken's ejaculate. But also tasting, exploring, experimenting, thrilling to this new experience.

"Mmmm, that feels divine Susan," Danuta purred. "But we have further business to attend to, yes?"

Susan sat back down on her heels, still kneeling, and grinned sheepishly. A bit self-consciously, realizing that five people had been watching her eat Ken's load out of Danuta, she rose and took a couple of steps back.

Kinia was gently stroking the lips of her slit up and down, clearly turned on and enjoying watching.

"Ken, you wished to speak?" Danuta addressed him.

"Uh, words fail me," he said with a brilliant smile gracing his handsome features. "But I will say that knowing all... five..." he said, fixing his gaze on a deeply blushing Susan "...of you ladies, has been the greatest joy of my life."

"Well, thank you very much, Ken," Danuta responded graciously. "It's been an absolute pleasure knowing you as well."

Smiles were shared all around. Kinia continued softly masturbating all the while.

"Now, Joel," Danuta began, rolling over on to her hands and knees, "I have a task for you." She turned her gaze over her shoulder with a smile.

"Yes, Ma'am?" he asked.

"Take the coconut oil there, in the jar. Grease up your cock. Then come over here and put it up my ass."

"Uh, yes, yes, Ma'am!" he said incredulously. Joel stripped down quickly. His penis was at full erection and pointing straight out from his body. He grabbed the jar of coconut oil, opened it, scooped out a large dollop of the oil, and began smearing it all over his rod.

Danuta, on her hands and knees, reached between her legs and fondled her pussy. Retrieving some of her own secretions, she smeared them over her anus and slightly into her rectum.

Susan was fascinated. She'd never had an opportunity to be a voyeur like this before, excepting the blowjobs she'd seen the sisters perform on Joel or Ken. She had to admit to herself that she found Danuta to be very attractive, and although she didn't turn her on the way the boys did, she had quite enjoyed going down on her.

Now she was about to witness her getting fucked in the ass. Her pussy sang and hummed with delicious arousal. She was beginning to relish the idea of felching Joel's load out of Danuta's ass. It seemed so devilishly nasty and kinky.

Joel approached Danuta from behind and placed his slick, shiny rod between her buttocks. She purred enthusiastically and arched her back more. "Go ahead," she urged him. "Push."

Panting like a dog in heat, he did so. His knees were trembling. His muscles were tensed. Danuta grunted as he leaned more of his weight down into her.

"Unh," gasped Danuta. "Unh. Unh. Harder. Push harder."

Joel gave a low moan, his buttocks clenching repeatedly as his legs continued to tremble. Kinia was rubbing her genitals faster now, tracing wide circles all over her engorged, excited pussy lips.

Danuta barked out a couple of times, and Joel froze. "No," she gasped, "Keep going. Ah! Ah! Push harder. Harder!"

Joel repositioned himself and grabbed her hips for support. With a deep, throaty, animal growl, he entered her rectum.

Danuta groaned deeply, her eyes shut and her teeth clenched. Susan was enraptured. She'd never seen anything like this. Semi-consciously, she placed her right hand on the crotch of her jeans. She squeezed lightly and gently rubbed herself. Kinia was finger-fucking herself by this point, probing her own vagina while she watched the precedings.

Joel began lightly thrusting, moving in and out no more than a centimetre, but slowly, slowly, penetrating deeper into Danuta's ass until he finally rested balls-deep, his rigid member buried to the hilt in her butt.

"Ok, now, fuck me," she panted. "Go slow, but go as deep as you can. Fuck me."

Joel began to increase the range of his thrusting motions. Danuta growled in growing pleasure with the intensity of the sensation, and Joel was open-mouthed in disbelief, like this was his first time having sex ever. Perhaps it was the first time he'd ever had anal sex, Susan thought? Either way, the scene before her was incredibly erotic and arousing. She continued squeezing her pussy mound through her pants. She wished she could be as brazen as Kinia, drop her pants, and openly masturbate, but she was still too shy.

"Faster," rasped Danuta. "Come on, don't hold back. I'm warmed up, give it to me. Cum in my ass."

Joel began fucking rapidly now, grunts of lust emitting from deep in his throat. Danuta grunted and sighed in response as his penis filled her ass to capacity again and again. Joel's grunts began rising in pitch and intensity, and became gasping cries of pleasure and lust. Danuta moaned and called out in rising pleasure too as he drove into her ass. "Come on!" she hissed. "Do it! Harder! Cum! Do it! Cum in my ass!!"

Joel bucked wildly, ramming his dick up Daunta's cleching anus with all his might. His thighs made loud slapping sounds against her buttocks. She bit her lip and growled low. Joel froze. His eyes snapped wide open for a second. Then he threw back his head and roared out, twitching and seizing as he blasted his load full force deep into Danuta's ass.

Kinia cooed and moaned at that moment, her fingers plunging in and out of her pussy, and she too, came. Sounds and smells of lust filled the air, and Joel finally began withdrawing his shaft from Danuta's anus. With a plopping sound, it popped free and Joel stumbled back, unsure on his feet.

Daunta stayed on the couch, on her hands and knees, humming with pleasure. "Susan?" she simply said, gently spreading her buttocks with her fingers.

Susan was wildly turned on now, and wasted no time kneeling down behind Danuta and extending her tongue. On some level, she knew this should be filling her with disgust, but her pussy just throbbed even more as she licked her anus, tasting a drop of Joel's semen.

Giving herself over to lust and depravity, ignoring all of her prejudices, urges and assumptions, she thrust her tongue deep into Danuta's distended anus, seeking Joel's load, in pursuit of her goal of vampirehood.

Danuta moaned and sighed as Susan ate her ass. Sucking, licking and slurping, she drew out every drop of salty semen her tongue could find, swallowing it down and searching for more. Again, some part of her brain was aware of what she was doing, that she was thrusting her tongue deep into another woman's asshole, but it didn't matter. This was a necessary action to achieve her ends. And, despite how wrong, horrifying and disgusting that increasing distant, quiet part of her brain told her this was, she was loving it. It was exciting. It was turning her on, performing analingus on this sexy woman in front of a crowd, and swallowing the load she ate out of her.

This was nastier than anything she had ever dreamed of. And it made her feel so alive. Like it was symbolic; truly, she was leaving the old Susan behind. On her way to becoming something new, different, and fascinating.

She was almost disappointed when her tongue could find no more of Joel's sperm in Danuta's asshole. She drove her tongue in as far as she could, flicking and twisting it around inside her rectum. Finally, confident that that was the last of it, she licked her lips, sat down and the ground, and gulped one final time. She felt incredibly sexual.

Danuta sighed one last time before she rose, naked, in front of the group. Susan was struck again at how attractive she was. Was Susan perhaps bi? She'd never really considered it before, and honestly, was in no mood to have an internal debate with herself like that at the moment. All she knew was that she was loving every moment of this.

"Mmm, that was lovely, Susan," Danuta said. "And thank you, Joel...."

Joel was still panting. "No, thank you!" he breathed.

"And now, my two fine young men, we must bid you both good-bye. It has been wonderfully rewarding spending time with both of you. But, as you know, it's our last night in town. If we're back in town at some point, we will make contact with you."

They both made gratuitous and gracious thanks to the four sisters, then dressed and bade their final farewells. They collected a couple of bags, presumably containing personal items, and were off.

"Naturally, we can have no further contact with them," explained Danuta. "They will operate under the hope that we will contact them at some point, but you know why we cannot." She walked to the cabinet, still naked, and said, "So, now that we have some privacy, let's see to Gary."

She opened the cabinet once more, revealing the naked form within. "Last chance, Susan. No turning back after this. Will you join us?"

"Yes," was Susan's immediate response.

"Well then, without further ado, let's complete this ritual." Kneeling down before the bound and helpless Gary, Danuta took his flaccid member into her mouth. He struggled and gurgled unintelligibly through his gag.

Sucking and bobbing, she quickly awakened his penis, her brevity in the process obvious to Susan now. Kinia was not masturbating, and Eniko and Zorana had an air of gravity and seriousness about them. It was clear all of them knew what was about to happen and why Gary had been selected for the role.

Daunta sucked him hard. Despite his erection, it was obvious that this blowjob was not the most pleasurable that had ever been administered. Danuta was being rough and aggressive. He would cum, but there would be as little enjoyment for him as possible.

He grunted and barked out as the gag muffled his outcries. He strained in his bonds. Helpless, he could do nothing but submit to Danuta's whims. She sucked him furiously, her cheeks hollowing as she pumped him like a milking machine, bringing him to ejaculation mechanically, industrially, clinically.

He twisted and gyrated, unable to stop this relentless assault on his manhood. His tortured moans remained unacknowledged. He tensed. He hollered out. He bucked and thrusted, thrashing in his bonds. He shot. He ejaculated hard and copiously, spewing forth his jizz into Danuta's waiting mouth.

She backed her lips off, opening her jaw to accept his load. She retained his semen in her mouth, continuing to work her cheeks like a bellows. Gary was obviously in terrible distress. He was shaking his head back and forth, left and right. He was struggling and thrashing with every ounce of his strength, fighting for his very life. To no avail.

He screamed into his gag long and loud. Then he went limp.

Danuta released his penis, sealing her lips to hold in his load, his life force. Her eyes turned and met Susan's. In a terrified trance, she went to Danuta. They kissed. Danuta snowballed Gary's final, thick load into Susan's mouth as their lips met and embraced. The taste was similar, yet somehow different. Salty, meaty, sort of metallic, yet it tingled. Like hot spice, like pepper. No, like a very hot liquid. No, like fire! Like liquid fire! Susan had swallowed it down, and it was burning her, from the inside out!

She stumbled, swimming through a thickening dark haze. Danuta's lips formed some words, but she couldn't hear. Her vision blurred and streaked. Then it went wild with rainbows and bursts of colour. Spinning and whirling, Suan clutched at the air, and grasped nothingness. Her body crashed to the ground. Her vision tunneled, shrank into a bright, white dot, then winked out.

...To be continued.