A Tale of Two Curses

A Tale of Two Curses – Futanari Vampires

By: The Archivist

Chapter 1 – Two Turnings

The events that have changed my fortune are unusual, even by the standards of the supernatural. The name I go by in this century is Kelly, and I was from Ireland before I became a vampire more than 200 years ago. Recently, my existence was changed forever as I took a new lover and grew... shall we say... a new appendage. This is the story of how I became a futanari and started a circle of futa vampires.

I remember the night it all began. As the sun sank into the ocean, and the San Francisco skyline grew dark, I awoke in my antique four-poster bed. Running my tongue over my fangs, I luxuriated in the feel of silk on my pale skin. I slipped out of bed and admired myself in the mirror. (Yes, vampires show up in mirrors. The curse takes many things from us, but not the ability to have light bounce off of our bodies.) Not bad for a woman some 200 odd years old. I ran my fingers through my auburn hair, glittering with hints of red. I stroked my curvaceous form from ass to breasts, and pinched my nipples slightly. They didn't respond until I concentrated on them being hard. They puckered in my fingers, and my pussy started to demand attention. I slowly dipped my hand toward my aching mound...

The Hunger suddenly arose, banishing all hope of gratification. I had not fed in a few days, and even then it was a small amount. I usually don't like to leave corpses. After all, leaving a string of missing persons drained of blood paints a very unflattering picture. Vampire society frowns on flaunting your vampire nature because it tends to draw mobs with pitchforks and torches. During the day.

With the Hunger, any orgasm I gave myself would be fuel for the fire. Rather than continue my session, I gave my clit one brief but strong rub which sent jolts of electricity from my toes to my fingertips. I then began stalking through my wardrobe for a suitable dress to attract prey. Normally, I dress to show off my considerable bust, but I was after different prey tonight. A drunk businessman or a blue collar working class joe is easy prey. However, I have had so many men recently that tonight I craved something more... delicate. A woman. Their blood has an edge to it, especially if they are no older than their early twenties. Male blood is more blunt and overwhelming. I wanted a sweet young thing to violate, taste, possibly even to drain completely. I wasn't looking for a new partner, or a prospect to turn; just some fun and a meal.

I chose a black Vera Wang dress that showed off curves but wasn't too risqué. Coming downstairs, I noticed the checks I left for the gardener and housekeeper were gone. They left notes detailing the state of my mansion. They had no idea I was a vampire, of course. Careful manipulation of their minds made them think that I was an eccentric night owl who paid generously, which of course is true. Manipulating people's minds is easy when you just have them ignore one simple thing.

I hopped in my SUV and headed into San Francisco. There were several options to find prey. A call girl is incredibly easy, but call girls tend to have their wits about them, and sometimes are less than clean. Call girls are always my fallback; picking up someone at a bar is much more preferable. The Triangle is my preferred choice when I want women, as it has a cozy small-town pub feel that is unique among lesbian bars. I parked about a block away and waked.

I entered the front door, a predator looking for prey. My first stop was the bar. Walking around a bar without a drink looks awkward, so I ordered a vodka tonic. I couldn't drink it, of course. Eating or drinking anything other than human blood causes violent stomach cramps and vomiting in vampires. The vodka tonic was clear, and I could pretend to sip and surreptitiously spit it into a handful of napkins I cradle underneath the drink.

After acquiring the drink, I began my circuit of the bar. Plenty of couples. Those are difficult to pull off, as it's hard to keep one from running away screaming as I sunk my teeth into the other's throat. There were a few more butch types. I made pleasant conversation with a few, but I wasn't looking for someone who thinks they're the boss.

There. The corner.

All alone. Playing with her phone, drinking soda, not looking for things. Young. Long brown hair, creamy skin, not very busty. Adorable blouse with a jacket and a miniskirt. I had to close my mouth and concentrate hard to prevent my fangs from growing. I walked up to her and as I approached, she looked up. She was adorable. Her eyes were pale blue, her face was the picture of the girl next door that boys drool over.

This was going to be good.

"Hi there. I'm Kelly." I introduced myself.

"I'm Misty." she said sheepishly. She flushed slightly. So shy! This was going to be really good.

I pushed my will onto her, just a touch. "Let me buy you a drink." I said as I sat down. "What will you have?"

"Ummmm... rum and coke?"

"Sure." I flagged a waitress. "Rum and coke, please." I turned back to her. "So, Misty, what brings you to the Triangle?"

"Well... I mean..."

"With a cute top like that, you certainly didn't come here to fix cars." I put a little push of will into the next phrase. "You came here to get picked up."

"Yes." She said without hesitation. She then turned beet red. "I mean I'm just here to meet someone! Well not meet someONE but..."

"Well, it looks like you just met someone." I smiled and pushed my will. "You think I'm pretty, don't you?"

"You're amazing." she said. "I wish I was half as pretty as you when I'm as old as you."

I smiled deeper. "...and how old is that?"

She blushed again "OH, uh, twenty five?" she finished in a rush.

I laughed. Genuinely. It takes a lot to make me laugh. "Oh, I'm a bit older than that, sweetie." Her drink arrived and she took a huge gulp immediately. "Oh, don't rush that on my account. Please, we have a whole night ahead of us."

"O.K." She said. I took her hand and kissed it. As I did I made a conscious effort to take in her scent.

She was intoxicating. At that moment she was no longer a casual meal that would go home alive. I gripped the underside of the table hard with my other hand to prevent myself from lunging at her. I needed to drink all of her.

"Listen. We don't need to do this awkward chit-chat." I pushed a lot more of my will into her. "You want to come home with me, don't you?"

Her eyes lost focus. "Yeah."

"Then finish your drink and let's go; the night is young."

In the car on the ride back to my place she was quiet and reserved. The exact opposite of a young girl who was out on the prowl to pick up a hot, older woman.

"What's wrong, Misty?"

"Nothing. I'm just... a little nervous."

"Don't be nervous."I said with a touch of will. "I am going to give you the best night of your life."

"Good. I could use it. I haven't had much of a good time since I moved here." She laughed half-heartedly.

"How long have you lived here?"

"Only a couple of months. I had to move in a hurry. My parents disowned me."

Be still my formerly beating heart. A meal with no one to miss her. "That's awful dear. So you don't know anyone in the city?"

"A roommate. She's been making my life hell because..." she cut off quickly.

"Because...?"

"Oh, she's crazy. I just... needed a night out."

"Well, I'm going to make you feel a lot better. Trust me." I put enough will into that to really sink in hard.

She nodded. I put my hand on her leg. She put her hand on my hand. We pulled into my garage. I turned off the car and I slid my hand up her thigh. She froze. I felt her tense, and I stopped until she relaxed. Then I kept going and I found out why she tensed.

She had a penis.

"Do you want me to go?" she asked. "I will."

"No." I said immediately. But then I paused. This was a bit confusing. When I smelled her earlier, she was a woman. Not a man who transitioned. I've smelled trans-women. Admittedly, surgery and hormones make it harder to tell, but there's always a scent, and her scent was female. I was sure of it. What was she?

"Good, because I really like you." she blurted out.

"Let's go inside." I said. Her circumstances didn't matter. Not after tonight.

As we walked in the front door, I pushed her up against the wall and kissed her. Our tongues danced. She tasted sweet, like a tea made of flowers. I grabbed her chest. She moaned into my mouth. I wrestled her out of her jacket and tossed it along with her purse in a heap in my dining room. I slammed the door shut, and dead bolted it. Then, I grabbed her by her shoulder blades, bent and grabbed the back of her knees, and with a swift motion lifted her into my arms. She was surprised enough to let out a little "Woo!"

"Come my sweet, let's go up to my bedroom." I carried her up the stairs carefully but quickly. Nothing ruins a mood like waiting. However, when I decide to fully drain prey, I like to make it worth their while. I was going to fuck this little girl silly, and then I was going to make her come harder than she ever has as I drank her.

And she would love every second of it.

I placed her on my bed, which I silently chided myself for not making before this. I turned my back to her. "Unzip me." She did, and ran her hand down over my ass afterwards. Good, she was feeling less nervous. I slinked out of the dress and let it fall to the ground.

"Ooooh." she reacted to seeing me. I wasn't wearing panties. I turned around as I reached back and undid my bra. I took it off slowly, and let my breasts fall. They bounced magnificently; another perk of never aging. I leaned down, pushed her onto the bed, and undid the buttons on the front of her blouse. She was wearing a sports bra, and I grabbed it and pulled it up. Her nipples were hard and standing up. I leaned in, and kissed her as I pushed her down onto her back. My leg went between hers, and I rubbed against the hardness of her cock. She humped her hips back against me. I sucked her tongue and rubbed up against her for about a minute before she grunted a bit and pushed me away.

"Sorry." she said as she smiled. "Your tits were sort of crushing me there."

I cupped them. "They're D's. They're not that big."

She tried to cup her own, but they barely filled her hands. "Yeah. They are."

"Enough out of you. I want to see that cock." I said as I stood up. I grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled very slightly. She smiled and put her feet on the bed to lift up her butt. The skirt slipped off and I saw it.

It was adorable. Probably about five inches long, peeking out of her little lace panties. The head was pinker than her normal pale skin tone. I licked my lips. I pulled hard enough to get her skirt off of her and then reached for the panties.

They were wet. Odd. If she was born a man... I pulled her panties down.

She wasn't born a man. Men have balls. She had a vagina.

It was pink, like the head of her cock. The lips were puffy. She didn't have a clitoris; the cock was growing out of where the clit would be. It drooled like a real vagina that was aroused. Men who have had gender reassignment surgery can't self-lubricate; at least not this much. This was Niagara Falls. She must have seen the look on my face.

"It's O.K. I'm different. I still want to. If you don't, we can stop."

In response, I leaned down and licked her from the bottom of the slit to the top of her cock. Then I looked up at her with eyes of lust and hunger.

"I want you." I said. "I want you to fuck me."

"O.K." she said as she rolled off the side of the bed. "Just let me go downstairs and get my purse. I have condoms in there and..."

"No. Fuck me now." I compelled her with my will. I was past subtlety. She lost her focus again as the suggestion smashed into her brain.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll just pull out, right? I've done it before. It's O.K.?"

I smiled as I crawled onto the bed. "Yes dear, it's fine. Now bring that delicious cock over here and fuck me." Silly girl. You can't get me pregnant. I maneuvered myself to the side of the bed, on my back.

She walked up to the edge of the bed, her penis bouncing up and down. It didn't stand up, like a man's dick. It was standing out, but hanging down a bit from the horizontal, though it curved upward slightly. A tiny bead of precum formed at the tip, and Misty rubbed it into her cock. Then, she leaned forward and rubbed it on my pussy. Jolts of electricity shot through me.

I realized that I might be a little cold for her, so I concentrated on warming up my body as she teased me with her cock. The Hunger grew as I did that. The curse gives amazing power, but it also has demands. I held the hunger at bay. I would get my blood after I was done thoroughly fucking this girl.

Suddenly her stance shifted and the head of her cock pushed up against me. She pushed and the head popped in.

I have never felt a cock that made me feel like this one. I usually don't moan. I screamed "YES!" My back arched up off the bed, involuntarily. As she pushed again and again, deeper every time, the pleasure intensified. I have had men pound me into pudding and gently love me for hours, but I have never come as quickly or as hard as when this girl went all the way in. I squeezed all of my muscles around her dick. It was magnificent. It took me minutes to recover, during which she held my knees.

"You O.K.?" she asked.

"Fuck yes!" I shouted. "That was amazing! MORE." I willed. She gave me another thrust and I moaned loudly. As her pace quickened I felt my orgasm begin to build again. Soon, she was slapping her thighs against my ass. I wrapped my feet around her thighs and pulled her in deep as I came again.

In hindsight, I should have been suspicious that I came this quickly. Twice. But I needed more of this girl. I needed to feel her inside me again and again. I pulled her down and kissed her hard. She humped me slowly as we kissed, and then moved her head to my right breast. She sucked and pulled up, then released and let my tit flop back down onto my chest. Then, she did it with the left. All while slowly moving in and out, just a touch.

She was good at this. She had practice titillating a woman.

She pulled almost all the way out, and then slammed back in all the way.

I screamed again. She was really good at this.

She began to build up speed again and I thrashed like a whore. I made one long passionate howl after another as she sawed in and out of my cunt. I looked up at her in a haze of passion and saw her face. Her eyes were closed and her face was scrunched. She was holding back.

"Come for me. Please." I said please. I genuinely wanted her to come. This was far beyond a girl that I would snack on. I needed this to last all night. I no longer wanted to fuck her; I wanted to make love to her. All night and perhaps longer.

"I... don't... want... to..." she said, sweat pouring down her face.

"Come for me, sweetie. I know you're almost there."

"O.K. I'll just pull out when..."

"NO!" I screamed. I wrapped my legs around her waist and locked my ankles. I don't know why I did that. Perhaps I wanted to connect to her, or make her feel good, or even just because she didn't want to and I wanted to win. But I said it, and I pushed every ounce of will I had into it. "COME INSIDE ME!"

Her eyes glazed over. She didn't even speak; she nodded, thrusted three more times quickly, and then gave a gasp.

I felt her come. A pulse of warmth flooding my whole pussy.

I exploded. I never felt anything like it in the two hundred years I have been a vampire. Not before, as a girl in Ireland. Never. My whole body was made of shattering glass. My head went back so far I could only see the sheets on the bed. It lasted an eternity and afterwards I was a quivering mass of light and warmth. I don't need to breathe, but I was gasping. I eventually snapped out of it to hear Misty sobbing.

I pulled it together long enough to ask "What's wrong, honey?"

She said between sobs "I... didn't... mean... I was gonna... I'm sorry..."

"You don't need to be sorry sweetie, that was the most magnificent feeling I have ever..." I cut off. My pussy started to tingle. Strongly. Too strongly. It began to burn a little. My clit burned. I reached down to it. It was swollen.

Vampires can't get swollen.

I looked at her. "What have you done?"

"I didn't mean to!" she protested. "I was gonna pull out but then... I just lost all control! I swore I would never do this again!"

She kept saying things but I didn't hear her as I began screaming. I rolled over, face down, and screamed into the mattress. My fangs extended and I ripped into the sheets a bit. I got up on my knees and grabbed at my clit. It was too big for one hand. I concentrated hard and retracted my fangs and rolled back over. I looked at it. It was red and angry. It had grown to about three inches and as I watched it continued to grow. It grew out of my hand and I wrapped the other around it. My fingers were pushed apart as it got thicker. The redness faded and the burning stopped. I gathered myself and pulled my hands away.

It was a cock. A big one. I didn't have a ruler handy but it was easily six inches, maybe a bit more. It was thick enough that I could barely close my index finger to my thumb around it. It was a tiny bit darker than my normal pale skin color. I was shocked.

"What... What happened?" I sputtered.

Misty didn't respond. She got on the bed, stood, squatted over my new penis, and lowered herself to it.

"Let me help you." She said earnestly.

She sat down. It didn't even resist, I was all the way in with one magnificent plunge. Her dick, flaccid from just having come, began to bob to life. She began to move up and down. She lolled her head back and moaned.

The hell if I was going to let her have all the fun.

I grabbed her hips and thrust upwards. Her head straightened up, eyes wide as saucers. I started fucking her hard. My nails dug into her ass as I increased the pace again and again. Her pussy spasmed as she screamed "I'm coming!"

It felt good to have her come on my new cock. It felt really good. She was so tight, and she squeezed down on me. I know why men are so intent on these things. It feels less intense, but more controlled. Each thrust made me feel like my old clit was being rubbed, but less and more at the same time.

It was a powerful feeling.

That feeling was somewhat dampened when Misty sprayed cum all over my face and chest. To my credit, I only faltered a moment before I began pounding her again. Her penis drooled cum in short spurts as I continued my assault. I wanted to get some back at her for what she had done; doubly after she had just covered me with her jizz. I moved faster than any man could using my concentration. The Hunger came back with a vengeance. She screamed "YES FUCK ME HARDER! I DESERVE IT!"

Suddenly something built up inside me. I didn't know what until it exploded out of my cock and I grunted loudly. I came hard. Not as hard as when she came inside me, but in a way that was more... concentrated. Like pulling a horse through a knothole by its tail all at once. She screamed and collapsed on the bed beside me.

Something flowed into me in that instant. The Hunger, raging with my use of supernatural speed, toned down. It was still, there, but less strongly.

That had never happened without tasting blood.

Misty was a whimpering quivering pile of post-orgasmic bliss. After cleaning her cum off me with part of my sheets, I reached over and touched her and she shuddered in a little quake of bliss. I shook her a little more.

"Hey." I whispered.

She rolled over. "Yeah?"

"You have fun?"

"Oh my GOD, I've never been fucked that hard! I..." she cut off as she saw may face, dire as a storm cloud.

"Well, good for you. Tell me what happened. Now." I compelled her.

"I converted you. I made you like me. I didn't mean to." She intoned, as if rehearsed.

"Made me like you? And what, my little dumpling, are you?"

"I'm... not sure there's a technical term, but I looked it up on the internet. The closest thing I found was in Japanese porn. It's called Futanari." She said the last word slowly, pronouncing each syllable as if to a child, like fu-tah-NAH-ree.

"Futanari." I said with a voice like ice. "And how did you do that? By accident?"

"Well, yeah. That's why I wanted to pull out. The curse is passed when a futa cums in the pussy of a..."

I cut her off. "Curse? Did you just say CURSE?"

She shied back. "Um, yeah, it has to be. There's no other explanation for how a woman can magically grow a wee-wee."

My mouth twisted. "Never call it that again, please. Well, it seems that you have given me a curse. You know what they say."

Her head tilted to the side. "What?"

"One good turn deserves another. Look at me." I willed as hard as I can. She did. I pushed her onto the bed, never losing eye contact. I kissed her, softly on the lips. Then, I extended my fangs and plunged them into her neck. She vocalized a bit before it broke into a soft moan. The bite of a vampire comes with great pleasure, so much that few mortals can resist it once it begins. The taste of her blood was better than I hoped. It was sweet, but brimming with a quality I have never tasted, like it was full of energy and vitality. As it flowed down my throat, the Hunger dribbled away, like a fire hose slowly being cut off. I have never felt more satiated with any previous prey.

No, not prey.

Convert.

As I felt her heart slow, I broke off and quickly bit into my own wrist. I jammed it into her mouth. "Drink." I willed. At first, she didn't, but then her throat convulsed.

She drank.

I left my bleeding wrist in her mouth and began to lap up the small pool of blood that had gathered around her neck. I licked up her neck and bit in again. Good to the last drop is insufficient to describe how good it feels to drink the last of someone's heart's blood. This was even better. I felt her heart stop.

Then I felt a sharp bite on my wrist. Two points of pain that faded into a dreamy, cloudy bliss. I felt her drink from me, more deeply than she had ever drunk. It was hard, but I snapped out of it and tried to pull my wrist away. She grabbed at me but I stopped her. Dark maroon vampire blood dripped from her lips, and she pushed it into her mouth with her fingers. She licked it off and once they were clean, she ran her tongue over her teeth, and turned to stare.

"What happened? Why do I feel so... cold?" Misty asked.

"You will not address me without calling me Mistress." I willed into her. "I am your maker and you are my thrall. You will do as I say, without question, do you understand? Answer me."

"Yes, Mistress!" she shouted like a jarhead. I raised my eyebrow in surprise. "Sorry, was that too loud? That's how they do it in the movies." In spite of the gravity of the situation, I smiled.

"Perhaps tone it down in the future. Now, to answer your question, I needed you. Not sexually, though, I will need more of that in a bit."

"Really?"

"Yes, my dear. I needed you. Long term, as a guide to the... situation you've put me in." Misty's countenance fell as I said this. "So, to control you more completely, I did what you did. I gave you a curse. I turned you. You are a vampire, and you belong to me."

"I... belong to you Mistress?"

"Yes. When a vampire creates another, that newly made vampire cannot resist when their maker compels them. If I told you to walk into the sun and die now, you would. If I willed you to do so."

She held up her hand.

"You don't need to do that, just ask any questions you have."

Misty dropped her hand. "Mistress, what does willing mean? Like you really want it?"

"No, girl. Watch. Raise your right hand." She did. "Put it down." She tried, but couldn't. "You see? When you concentrate on your will as you say words, people will feel it as a compulsion. These compulsions can usually be resisted if the victim knows it is coming. Vampires can also shrug them off with ease. You may put your hand down." She did. "However, a subtle suggestion worked into a more complex sentence is harder to ignore. A suggestion that causes direct harm to the victim is much more easily pushed off."

"But Mistress, you just told me you could make me kill myself?"

"Yes. The one exception is a newly made vampire in thrall to their maker. They cannot ignore any command at all, no matter what."

"So... am I your slave, Mistress?"

"Oh, no! No. No no no no no, my sweet girl. You are a vampire. You are no one's slave. You are my thrall. There is an important difference. Most vampires would not be able to face another vampire if they treated their thrall like a slave. It would be scandalous and embarrassing. Thralls have respect and are treated well."

"But Mistress, I have to do what you say forever."

"No, not forever. As time passes, you will feel the impulse to follow my commands less and less strongly until you have been a vampire for about 70 years, at which time my commands will hold roughly the same weight as any other vampires, which is to say very little. Now, enough questions. Lay back on the bed and put your legs in the air. I'm going to fuck you until the sun comes up."

She smiled as she laid back. "Yes Mistress!"

Before I began, I had a thought. "Most newly made vampires are a bit more shaken. You're dead, but you will live forever. You have to drink human blood to survive. You can never see the sun again. Everything about you has changed. Aren't you a bit... shaken?"

She looked up at the celling for a bit, then at me. "Nope! This sounds much better than what I'm used to."

Interesting. I smiled at her. "Good, now please me until dawn. Tomorrow night, you will tell me all about your curse, and I will tell you about mine."

She reached down and spread her pussy lips. I smiled and plunged in. It was going to be a long night.

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