A Tale of Two Curses – Futanari Vampires
By: The Archivist
Chapter 4 – The Circle Grows
As far as I know, myself, Misty, Angela, and her mother Julia are the only four futanari vampires in the world. No one, not the public, not any part of vampire society knew that we were partially immune to sunlight, and had a unique way to sate our hunger.
I was counting on that.
Having just turned Julia fully into one of us, I spent the next several hours doing what has become a two-day-old tradition with our kind; we fucked. Hard. Angela dominated her mother's time, wanting to take out all of her unrequited incestuous crush lust in a couple of hours. I was content to make love to my darling Misty, who gave me gifts beyond value.
Surprisingly, Julia, our newest convert was the one to put an end to our sexual revelry. She had to wait for me to cum deep inside Misty's pussy, though. Some things can't be put off.
"So, I've gathered that I don't need to breathe, or have a heartbeat, and I'm cold as ice. When do we start taking over the city?" Julia asked in an incredibly blasé voice.
"Such ambition, my lovely new thrall." I said as I pulled out of Misty, dripping cum from my softening cock. "Before we go ahead and declare war on the most well prepared and powerful King in the history of vampire society, we need to bring you up to speed on what has happened so far."
"Angela told me Misty made her a futanari three months ago, and then came back yesterday and made her a vampire." Julia continued. "Obviously, you turned Misty. And me. Thank you for that, by the way, Mistress. This feels amazing. Despite not actually being alive, I haven't felt more alive in two decades."
"Yes, but Angela doesn't know the best part. Before we came over to visit Angela, we made a startling discovery. Misty, tell them what we found."
Misty hopped up out of the bed, thin trail of my cum running down her leg. "Being a vampire is a curse. So is being a futanari. It turns out the two curses kind of... interfere with each other. Weaknesses that you have from one curse are blocked or lessened by the other. Especially..." she paused dramatically. "...the sun. Mistress Kelly says sunlight burns vampires almost instantly, and more than a minute makes you burst into flames. The futa curse lengthens that by a lot. Now a minute in the sun cause only a severe sunburn, and indirect sunlight doesn't hurt at all!"
Julia leaned forward, hands steepled under her nose. "How much protection do we need to walk in direct sunlight?"
"Oh... uh..." Misty stumbled.
"We've had two days, most of which has been spent converting you and your daughter, and enjoying our new forms. We need to do a few more tests." I jumped in.
"I'll get on that this morning, Mistress." Julia replied.
"I find young go-getters extremely sexy." I said, with a bit more heat than necessary. Julia smiled back.
"You're not so bad yourself, Mistress. Honestly, I fuck twenty-something models, and then only if they eat me out and leave when I come. It's a dominance thing, you understand. You're the first woman I've actually been really attracted to."
Angela cleared her throat.
"Oh, yes baby, besides you of course." she clarified.
"Yes, apparently the futa curse also increases your attraction to women, and kills it for men." I explained. I then turned to Angela. "Angela, Misty and I are going out. I need you to show your mother all of the things she needs to know to be a vampire. Concentration, willing, limitations, powers, the works. Normally, this would fall to me as her maker, but Misty and I need to go shopping."
"For what, Mistress?" Misty asked.
"Clothes. Sunblock. Sunglasses. Gloves. And... food. We haven't tried to eat anything, other than cum. I want to see if I can have bacon again."
"Oooooo, bacon!" Angela cooed.
We cleaned up and got dressed. Angela began showing her mother the various powers vampires have as Misty and I went out the door and climbed into my car. Misty smiled and put her hand on my leg.
"This is the first time we've been alone together since..." she trailed off.
I smiled at her. "Since everything changed. I'm not sure I thanked you for all of this."
"You did. Over and over again. And then you fucked me all night."
"No, I made love to you all night. There's a difference."
She was still a little shy. "Mistress, when you told me you loved me, did you mean it?"
"Oh, yes, my wonderful thrall, YES! I love you more than anyone I have in all of my years. You don't know. You can't know. You were young and vibrant when I found you, and you've never been a vampire without also being futanari. You've never wanted to feel the sun on your skin. You've never gone an entire century cowering in the darkness because sunlight would burn you like fire. You didn't just give me a penis, my love. You gave me the sun." I put my hand on hers and squeezed, gently.
Tears were in her voice. "Mistress, before I met you my family disowned me because of my curse. I had no future, a terrible job, and one friend who kept me in sort of prison of guilt. You found me, and took me as yours. I am yours. Every night and every day. If I gave you the sun, you gave me the night. Every night. By your side."
Misty was not used to concentrating to keep her emotions from affecting her, physically. I was used to it, so I concentrated hard to prevent from bursting into tears. I reached over and hugged her. "The things we are planning are dangerous, and even in the best circumstances will take up a lot of time, effort and money. We may not get another night like this for a long time. What do you say we make this a date night? To make up for the date we cut short when we cursed each other. A real date. Just you and me."
Misty squealed in delight. "Oh, yes, mistress!"
We had fun. Our options were limited to big box stores open all night, but even then we had some pretty good options. Misty tried on what seemed like a hundred dresses. I bought any ones she wanted. Despite our date, I also kept us on mission. I bought pants suits, long dresses, hoodies, gloves, blouses, and big floppy hats in sizes for all four of us. We also picked up several gallons of the highest strength sunblock, and sunglasses that were one step shy of welding goggles.
Of course, in the middle of all this, I broke into Misty's dressing room and fucked her silly. I had to keep my hand over her mouth to prevent from screaming as I lifted her in the air and slammed her against the wall. Luckily, there were fewer staff at night, so no one interrupted our fun. I did pity the staff, having to clean up the mess we made. I had to wear one of the new dresses, as Misty fountained cum all over my outfit. She was mortified, until I exploded with laughter.
After clothes, we went food shopping. This was a total bust. Despite us drinking load after load of each other's cum over the past few days, no other substance passed the test. We tried grapes first, which made me retch the second I bit in. Misty figured things closer to semen might work, so she tried yogurt, but she threw it up all over the supermarket floor. We tried meat, bread, even water. In a fit of desperation, I found the clerk in charge of the meat department and willed him to let us in the back and look the other way. We tried pig blood and cow blood. No dice.
We tasted the clerk though. He was delicious. Though he might get in trouble for falling asleep on the job.
After our shopping spree, Misty said she had a surprise for me, and directed me back to the neighborhood where her apartment is through a back way. Making some ill-advised turns, and even possibly breaking a few traffic laws, we finally arrived at our destination:
A graveyard. I raised an eyebrow.
"A bit cliché for us, don't you think?" I asked.
"We're not done, mistress." she said, reaching into the back and rustling through our bags. Half an hour of awkwardly changing and slathering on sunblock, we emerged from the car. We looked ridiculous, but Misty led me by the arm to the top of the hill, and I saw it.
The pale, orange sky that preceded the sunrise.
We held hands and snuggled together on the surface of a cold mausoleum stair as I saw the sun rise for the first time in more than 200 years. It hurt my eyes, but behind the grandma-sunglasses I was fine just squinting. We stayed until we began to feel tingly, then we retreated inside the mausoleum to recover.
"That was so wonderful. I can see why you like this place. It's beautiful."
"Yeah, I come here sometimes to be alone." she said sadly.
"You never have to be alone again, my wonderful, darling Misty. Please, take me."
She did. It was slow and loving and glorious. We kissed as she thrust inside me for hours. I lost track of the times we both came.
Afterwards, we strapped on our silly hats and angled them towards the sun. Areas of burning marked the places where the sunblock had been rubbed off. We ran with a little less dignity that I usually prefer, and piled into the car. We covered ourselves with blankets until we recovered, and then we haphazardly drove while burning our skin to Misty's place, and collapsed inside the door. Julia ran to grab me, and Angela ran to Misty. They helped us to our feet.
Over the course of the day, we tried a lot of things from the relative safety of the apartment. It seems that pantyhose reduce the burning slightly, dark pantyhose a bit more, cloth does so even more. Thick coats and dark clothing stopped it. Sunblock also greatly increased the time it took to make sunlight unbearable.
Julia had a lot more experience than I did with fashion. She took the random assemblage of clothes that Misty and I bought and created an outfit that was both sun resistant and pleasing to the eye. Smart, long skirt. Dark pantyhose with sunblock. Boots. Long sleeved coat with a collar. Makeup over sunblock. Large, round sunglasses. Lipstick with sealer. Smart hat with a wide brim. Thin leather gloves. I looked a bit chaste, perhaps even prissy, but definitely not out of place or remarkable. I could walk in direct sunlight with this outfit from a car to a building and not even feel it.
The sun. I didn't even feel the sun.
Imagine what an army of vampires that could walk in the sun could do. They could take over the city. That, at least, was my plan.
My plan quickly became Julia's plan as she fleshed it out with money, political and police connections, and most importantly, recruits. Julia's fashion and softcore porn studio had girls working for them. Most of them were not local girls; Frisco had hot coeds, but not enough to run a studio, and precious few desperate enough to rub their clits on the internet for rent money. Julia recruited girls from all over the world that were too pretty for their countries, and too poor to have a future. Julia's recruitment list for our vampire army was over fifty deep, all girls, all either current employees or pretty girls just too old for modeling but not stable enough to have a career. At the top of the list was a woman by the name of Mindi. Her name was double underlined.
"Mindi?" I asked.
"My secretary at Curved Images. Now that I have a predilection to women, I've been thinking about her. A lot. And with these..." she cupped her breasts "fully natural beauties, I was wondering what would happen if I turned her. I had small implants that gave me very nice cleavage. Mindi is a former model, too old for work, but still hotter than most girls half her age. Plus she has melon-sized implants. If my implants magically changed to real flesh, I'd love to see her tits become real. I'd love to feel them in my hands... taste them... slide my cock between them..." she moaned and rubbed her crotch.
"You have been giving this a lot of thought. Can she be trusted?"
"Yes, Mistress. She can run this covertly, find places to house new recruits, schedule turnings, lead training seminars, and even manage finances for an army that needs a wardrobe that looks like Jackie O's on steroids. Plus, I want her. You told me that I wouldn't be a slave. She's my price. I want to take her. Make her my thrall."
I turned to Angela. "You have my blessing, Julia, but it's not totally up to me. Only your maker can give you permission to create another vampire. I may be the woman who made you a vampire, but I'm not sure about the futa thing, as we don't have a tradition for that yet. I say that Angela should have the final say on turning this woman. Angela? What do you say?"
Angela paced towards her mother. "You want to fuck this woman?"
"Oh, yes, baby." Julia replied. "You've met her; you know how hot she is."
"I only wanted to fuck one MILF. Is she going to replace me?" Angela's tone was accusatory.
Julia crossed over to Angela, took her in her arms, and kissed her. "Nothing could take you away from me. She's my assistant. My friend, and soon to be occasional fuck-doll. You are my lover, baby. I've loved you since you were born, and I love you even more, my sweet baby girl. Any time you think Mindi is getting too close, she's gone. You have my heart. Let her do the paperwork."
Angela melted in her mother's arms, and nuzzled up to her cleavage. "You may take her, Mommy, but you will compel her to fuck me, or Lady Misty, or Mistress Kelly any time they want."
"That actually brings me to my next talking point. Thank you, baby." Julia turned to me. "You have to compel me and Misty, and then compel Misty to compel Angela. Any vampire we create must follow your orders as if their maker had compelled them. You're the queen bee, and you're about to have a hive full of petulant, jealous sex machines as your own personal army. They might pull shit, or even rebel a little bit. I don't need to tell you what the stakes are..."
"Yes, I see. You know if they are ordered now, they could hold a grudge and turn against me in 70 years when their ability to resist their maker's compulsion fully matures." I mused.
"That's a bridge we cross later. Right now we need our army of hotties to toe the line and train to assassinate the most prominent vampires in the city." Julia answered.
"You're right. Julia, Misty, I command you to compel with your will, to any vampire you create, that they obey my orders as your own. Further, I command you to compel them to make the same compulsion to any vampire they create. Misty, I command you to compel Angela to do the same." I felt a little lightheaded after that, because I pushed all of my will into that. Misty immediately turned to Angela and made the same compulsion.
"Now, the hard part begins." I said.
"Oh, no, Mistress. Now the fun part begins." Julia corrected me. "I have a secretary to turn as soon as the sun sets, and then I'm lining up the first recruits for you and Misty to turn. Tonight."
"I like the way you think." I walked over and kissed her. As I grabbed her ass, she pulled away a bit.
"Thank you, Mistress, but I think I need to mollify my daughter's jealousy. Multiple times." She said as she kissed her daughter's forehead.
"Go ahead, dear." I said as I slapped her behind. "She can't complain if she's too sore to stand."
Angela squealed as Julia tossed her over her shoulder. They retired to the bedroom and began making noises that quite frankly made me a bit jealous of their relationship.
"Misty. Could you help me out of these clothes? I feel like a mannequin in a department store with an overactive designer."
I didn't even make it out of the pantyhose all the way before my cock was in Misty's mouth. Soon, our noises drowned out Julia and Angela's. We made incredibly sweet love until the sun went down and Julia interrupted us on her way out the door. She was dressed to kill. Literally. Her skirt was so short it almost gave away her new bulge. That might have been her plan, after all.
After a couple of hours of sporadic planning and more sex, Julia called. Angela, Misty, and I climbed in my car and headed to Curved Images' studio. When we arrived, we found our way to the offices. Behind an impressive desk sat a woman with beautiful long brown hair, amazing eyes, and tits that could stop a convoy of trucks on a highway. She had a few years on her, but was still incredibly hot. As we entered, she smiled, exposing her fangs.
"Mistress Kelly?" She asked, in a sultry, low voice.
"Yes, Mindi, I presume?" I answered.
"Yes, Mistress. Julia is finishing up with the new candidates now. I think you'll like them; I picked them for you and Lady Misty myself. I also chose a particularly hot choice for Angela. Hi, Angie!" she waved.
"Hi, Mindi. Did my mom tell you something after she turned you?" Angela said.
"Oh, I was hoping you'd ask that. She told me to let the three of you fuck me any time you want." Mindi stood, revealing she was naked from the waist down, sporting a cock that was huge. At least 8" or even longer. "My body is available for any of you, even all three of you, if you want." Her voice was hot and breathy. Her tongue ran over her fangs, and she unbuttoned her blouse slowly.
We took her up on her offer. She laid on the floor as Misty lifted her knees and fucked her pussy. Angela squatted over her face and shoved her cock down her throat. I took the best prize and ripped open what was left of her blouse and pushed her humongous tits around my cock, ramming into her chin with the tip as I jerked myself in her magnificent cleavage. With each thrust back, the tip of her cock brushed my pussy. I let her slip in and squeezed her as I pinched her nipples and fucked her tits. We made a huge mess all over her, and the three of us cleaned her off with our tongues. As we gathered ourselves, Julia entered from a side room.
"Happy, Mindi?" she beamed as she stood over her glazed thrall.
"Oh, yes, Mistress. Please, tell me you're next." she moaned.
"In a bit, my dear. I have to help Mistress Kelly prepare for the new conversions." She helped me up, and somehow got my cock back into my panties, despite cleaning it with her tongue. Once we were prepared, Julia led us into the studio. We walked through several rooms. A young, black girl with beautiful hair and a killer body stood in front of one door, and two young white girls, one blonde one brunette in front of another.
"Angela, my dear, this is Talia." Julia said, gesturing to the black girl. "She's one of my most... talented new girls. Kelly and Misty, meet Emily and Milena. I just brought them in from the Ukraine and they are delighted at the opportunity we're giving them. I've prepared private rooms for you. Enjoy!" She gestured to the rooms, and then walked back towards where we left Mindi, swaying her ass as she went.
"Hi, I'm Talia. You're the boss' daughter, right?" Talia said, rubbing Angela's hands.
"Yeah, she told you what this was about?" Angela asked.
"She said that you had... needs... and I could get a permanent job if I treated you like a lady."
"I am a lady, and when she said permanent, she meant it. You look delicious. Let's see what this room has to offer." Angela took Talia by the hand and they entered their room.
"You are Mistress Kelly?" The brunette asked me in a delightful eastern European accent.
"Yes, my sweet, and you are?"
"I am Emily, this is my girlfriend, Milena." she gestured to the blonde. "We come here because Ukraine does not like girls who like girls, and Julia gives us modeling jobs."
"Yes," Milena continued. "We model for you, Julia says we are taken care of forever. We say yes so we can stay in country."
I stepped back a bit and took them both in. I can see why Julia chose them for us. She assumed we had "types" we prefer and picked them according to that. Emily was obviously meant for me. Creamy milky white skin, big blue eyes, and auburn hair that reached halfway to her ass, in a smart ponytail. Curvy but thin with fantastic breasts. Milena on the other hand was blonde, brown eyes, and tanned. Her rack was less impressive, but she was petite, smaller than Emily.
Perfect.
Then I noticed them holding hands. They were pale for mortals, and they shivered a bit. Frightened, certainly.
"Don't be afraid. We want to see if you have what we need. If you come with us, we'll have a lot of fun." I extended my hand to Emily.
"You think I'm pretty, don't you?" Misty willed at Milena. Milena nodded immediately. Together, we walked into the next room.
It was amazing. There were various gadgets to accommodate a shooting crew, but ignoring that, it was a beautiful boudoir fit for any mansion, or any porno for that matter. A beautiful, antique, four poster King-sized bed with robin's egg blue silk sheets was centered in the room. Flanked by ornate side tables, one of which held an iced bottle of champagne and four flutes. I walked over, popped the cork, and poured two full glasses, which I served to our new friends.
"Please, drink. We have the whole night ahead of us. Relax, and get comfortable." I willed very subtly. Both girls visibly had their tensions drain away. They drank their champagne quickly. I refilled their glasses, and sat on the bed. Misty sat next to me. "Come, sit with us."
They drained their second glass and Emily sat next to me, while Milena went over to Misty.
"Did Julia tell you what we wanted to do with you?" I asked, rubbing Emily's leg. I shuddered; her skin was incredibly smooth.
"She said we make sex, and then after we are taken care of." Emily answered.
"Is that something you want to do?" I continued.
"I..." she faultered. "I only make love to Milena before today. I am afraid I am not good to please you." Her accent was adorable.
"She is good to please you. I promise." Milena called. Emily blushed beet red.
"And what about you, Milena?" Misty asked. "How good are you?"
Milena leaned close to Misty. "I show you." She kissed Misty. Misty immediately leaned into the kiss and pawed at Milena's chest.
"Don't be embarrassed, Emily. Kiss me." I willed.
Emily leaned in, and put her lips to mine. We kissed, slowly, chastely, until she pulled back. She was still a bit red, but grinning. Her smile was beautiful. I leaned down and kissed her harder. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she sucked my tongue. I reached back and undid the back of her dress, then pushed it down over her shoulders. She moaned into my mouth.
Misty didn't waste any time. She already had Milena pinned down on the bed, and was sucking on her tits, her dress and bra pulled down crudely. Milena squealed in joy.
I was more careful, as I unhooked Emily's bra. One handed, no less. As I freed her bosom, even I had to stop and marvel. Her tits were perfect. Not just enticing or attractive. Absolutely perfect. Perky, pert globes, big enough to fill her chest and then some. Nipples perfectly round, with just the right size of areola to make them beautiful; not too big or small. Just the hint of an inversion at the tip, making them look incredibly tasty. I couldn't help myself, I leaned in and took her left nipple in my mouth, while squeezing the right.
She tried to take my top off, but I pushed her down onto the bed. I ran my hand up her thigh and rubbed her crotch through her panties. I worked my fingers inside and touched her clit. She jumped. I let go of her nipple and smiled.
"Misty, it's time." I said standing. Misty stopped mauling Milena's chest, and she whimpered. Misty stood next to me, and we both pulled off our skirts at the same time.
Our cocks stood out, rock hard. Both of them gasped.
"Don't be afraid." I willed. "I know neither of you has... experience with these, but trust me you will love it. Come here and take a closer look."
Both of them crawled across the bed and got to within inches. They looked genuinely intrigued.
"Touch them." I willed. They tentatively reached out, and wrapped their hands around our dicks.
"So hard..." Milena mused.
"So big..." Emily said as she took the initiative. She leaned forward and ran her tongue over the tip of my cock. I gave a little moan of approval. Not to be outdone, Milena also popped Misty's dick into her mouth. Before long, they were sucking dick like professionals.
Misty broke it off first. She wriggled out of her top and then pushed Milena back onto the bed. She ripped Milena's panties off and dove onto her pussy face first. I was a bit more reserved, removing the rest of Emily's dress, and freeing my own ample bosom. Emily's pussy was shaved, as was Milena's. I cupped Emily's chin and drew her up for another kiss, then gently guided her onto the bed. Our breasts mashed, requiring a lot of pressure to keep our lips together. My cock rubbed against her pussy, and began to spread her wetness around.
"Are you ready, my sweet little one?"
"Ready?" she asked.
That's right, she had never had a cock inside her before. "Are you a virgin, Emily?"
"Oh, no, Mistress! Milena pop my cherry with strapon. I fuck her with same strapon. Is very good. Do not worry."
"Good, my sweet, I was concerned I was going to hurt you. Now, relax, and let me give you something you'll enjoy." I pulled back and shifted slightly. Then I pushed into her slowly, teasing her. She screwed up her face and raked her nails across my back as I bottomed out. I felt her squeeze me as she came on my cock. Milena roared as Misty plunged into her.
That girl needs to learn some restraint.
I waited for Emily to recover before I began to fuck her again. She was incredibly beautiful under me, squirming and moaning. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me into her. I locked my lips with hers, and tasted her tongue again. She was incredibly sweet. My cock throbbed.
Misty was already picking Milena up and pounding her. She fell on her back and Milena, seemingly very athletic, didn't miss a beat and started grinding on her. She threw her head back and moaned as she came again.
Not to be outdone, I picked up the pace and slammed into Emily's cervix with my cock over and over again. Her eyes, closed with pleasure, almost came out of their sockets with surprise. I even concentrated and sped up, fucking her faster than anyone could. She arched up against me and I felt her come on me again. My thighs were dripping with her juices.
"Now." I said.
Misty and I both extended our fangs and bit into our lovers. As I pierced Emily's neck, she grunted, and grabbed my shoulders, but then relaxed and pulled me into her. Misty flipped Milena around and bit her so fast her mouth was a huge O, and her eyes were wide. They shut as the pleasure overtook her.
When I kissed Emily she tasted sweet. Her blood was beyond sweet. She almost tasted as good as Misty had. I had planned to drink her slowly, but it was so good that I began to gulp. I fucked her hard and fast, and I felt the familiar pressure build. Fireworks shot off in my brain as came and filled her perfect, tight pussy. Misty gunted and sat up, Milena's blood dripping from her mouth.
"Turn her." I said to Misty, and then I bit my wrist. I put my wrist in Emily's mouth, and Misty followed suit with Milena. "Drink." I commanded them.
They did. I drank the rest of Emily's slowly draining blood as she let mine trickle down her throat. I felt her heart slow and stop, and then the familiar, welcome bliss of her fangs entering my wrist. She moaned and I felt swelling coming from between us.
Strangely she wasn't screaming in pain. Neither was Milena. I pulled out of her and she immediately let go of my wrist and said "Ah..." with pain in her voice. I plunged back in and said "Misty, don't pull out. It keeps the pain at bay if you're inside her." Misty didn't pull out, but whether that was because she didn't hear me or because she was too caught up in drinking the last of Milena, I didn't know. Soon, Emily's fledgling cock was more than pressure on my stomach; it was almost to my ribs. I sat up and looked at it.
It was huge. Bigger than mine. At least ten full inches. I pulled out and almost jumped on it. It actually took a bit of work to get it all inside me. I couldn't grind on it, it was too big. I had to work for it. I did squats on the bed, pumping her brand new cock with my pussy, gripping down as I stood.
Milena and Misty rolled over the bed, back and forth. Milena humped at her with her smaller, but still impressive cock until she got inside Misty's pussy, and then rammed her hard. She grabbed Misty's leg and opened her up, grinding her pelvis against Misty's. I mentally applauded her for the effort.
Emily began to lift her hips, preventing me from pulling out all the way. She moaned, her mouth wide open, showing off her new fangs. She grabbed my thighs and it was all I could do to stay up as she began pounding me. It was phenomenal. I felt her throb and convulse inside me. She came and I felt her fill me. I threw my head back and shouted "FUCK!" Shudders ran through me and I lost my balance, falling forward onto her. Our breasts mashed again as I humped back at her, trying to get her deeper inside me, trying to keep that cum in my cunt.
Milena roared as she came in Misty. She grabbed Misty's leg, holding it between her breasts and groaned. Her fangs brushed against Misty's ankle, and she bit into Misty's calf. Blood trickled out before she closed her mouth, and a dark trail meandered down Misty's leg as she shuddered in orgasm.
After everyone calmed down, we moved underneath the sheets, each new thrall wrapped around their maker.
"Milena, you are my thrall, and I am your maker. You will refer to me as Lady Misty in private. You will address Mistress Kelly as Mistress in private. You will follow any order she gives you as if I gave it. You will give this order to any vampire you make, and you will make them give the same order to any vampire they make. Do you understand?" Misty willed.
"Yes, Lady Misty." she replied as she kissed Misty.
"Emily, you are my thrall and I am your maker. You will refer to me as Mistress Kelly. You will order any vampire you make to follow any order I give as if you had given it, and you will order them to give any vampire they make the same order." I willed.
"Yes, my Mistress." Emily replied, and just as Milena did, kissed me.
"Misty, could you go check on Angela, and make sure she gave the same order to that delightful young thing she took with her? And if they are done, bring them in here, please. Girls? Bite into my breasts and drink slowly." I ordered, but without my will. Misty crawled out of the bed and bounced toward the door. The girls cuddled up to me, bared their fangs and each took one of my breasts. As they bit in, I felt the euphoria of the bite suffuse me. I moaned. They each ran a hand over my cock, and worked together to massage it. As Misty, Talia, and Angela walked in, I gently pried them off my breasts, and sat up. Milena whined. Talia was absolutely stunning. Her new cock was just as big as Emily's, and hung down limp, almost to her knees.
"Talia, come here and let me get a good look at you." I said, moving to the side of the bed. Talia sauntered over. A trail of blood from her turning ran down her firm, dark breast. I leaned over, and licked it as I stood, trailing up her neck, and then over to her lips. I kissed her hard and she grabbed my butt and squeezed. "Did Angela tell you something?"
"She told me to call you Mistress, and that any order from you comes directly from her." she answered.
"Good. Talia, Emily, Milena, how do you feel?" I asked.
"I feel amazing." Talia said, running her hands from her breasts to her waist. "When Julia said we'd be taken care of forever, I didn't know she meant this. Not that I'm complaining." She ran her tongue over her exquisite fangs.
Emily and Milena had been making out with my blood in their mouths. Milena looked up. "I feel so full of energy. You?" she asked Emily. Emily smiled, showing off her pretty fangs, her skin even more pale.
"I feel hot. I want more." she said.
"Good, my beautiful new thrall. You will get more. Much, much more. We are the beginning of a new power in this city. You are all princesses in my new kingdom. You will be elevated above others, and taste the sweetest blood. There will be danger, but there will also be glory. You are my army. Of the night, and of the day. This is the start of the circle of the Daywalkers." I paused, to let that sink in. All the other women in the room smiled, fangs, flashing. "Now, I see three new cocks that I need to taste. Talia, let me at that delicious thing. Emily, you'll be in my pussy, and Milena, you take my ass."
"Yes, Mistress." they answered as a chorus.
It had begun. No turning back now. We were committed to it. I laid on the bed as Talia brought her cock at my face, and Milena got under me. As Talia's cock went in, Emily positioned herself between my legs and I felt both of them skewer me. I moaned around Talia's big, black dick.
As good as it felt, it didn't take my mind off the upcoming war, and the thought that I would be Queen of San Francisco. Soon.
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