A Tale of Two Curses – Emily's Sorority of Blood
By: The Archivist
Chapter 6 – Suddenly Royalty
I never wanted to be a vampire queen. I just wanted to be with my girlfriend, Milena, and have a good life. However, several things happened to complicate matters. Mistress Kelly gave me eternal life, a small but rich domain to rule, and, most surprisingly, a penis. My name is Emily, Queen of Berkley, California, and this is the story of how I came to rule one of the most popular college towns on the west coast.
Life was difficult in the Ukraine. Milena and I were disowned and kicked out of our homes because we loved each other. We were homeless for a while, until we were recruited by Curved Images, the porn site. Milena thought it was perfect; we would get to move to America and get paid for something we do every night anyway.
That lasted for perhaps five months before Julia, the owner, introduced us to Kelly and Misty, the vampires who were trying to take over San Francisco. Kelly was a vampire, and Misty was a futanari, which is a Japanese word for `girl with penis.' Misty's futa curse passed to Kelly, and Kelly gave Misty the curse of eternal life. They discovered something wonderful; the two curses interfere, giving a futa vampire limited invulnerability to the sun.
Kelly and Misty took me and Milena. They made love to us, and gave us eternal life in a night of dark pleasure. I was filled with Kelly's cock, and felt her cum pulse inside me. Her bite was the most intense joy I felt, and her blood was like dark wine. We were cursed twice, and brought into Kelly's army of futanari vampires. Kelly was my mistress, and Misty was Milena's mistress, but we were together, forever.
Kelly took us and many other girls, and turned us into a cabal of vampire assassins. Together, we attacked the compound of James, King of San Francisco, and murdered him in his sleep. Misty and I declared Kelly the Queen of San Francisco and I felt the dark power of a monarch enter her soul. I became part of Kelly's inner circle of initiates, led by Julia, my former boss. We tirelessly stayed up through the day, never sleeping for weeks, until we had hunted and killed every last of James' former lackeys that dared stay. Not long after, Julia took a third of our girls and went to conquer Los Angeles. I lost track of her after that, but that gave me the position of Kelly's most trusted lieutenant and assassin. Milena and I became bodyguards for her and Misty, her consort.
It should have been an eternity in service to the most powerful vampire, in the company of my one true love.
But it got complicated again.
We received reports of a handful of vampires who had fled the city returning, and hiding out on the campus of UC Berkley. I was driving Mistress Kelly's personal black Escalade, with Milena beside me. Mistress Kelly and Misty were in the back. She likes to personally accompany her minions into battle, because her powers as a queen make her all but unstoppable. Until she lost them.
Kelly screamed in terror and frustration as I exited the freeway onto University
"Emily, turn the car around and get back on the freeway, NOW!" Kelly shouted while pushing her will into me. I felt the compulsion enter my mind, and I could think of nothing else but to obey her command. Kelly was my maker, and I could not ignore her compulsion, but it was different. It was not the unstoppable command of a Queen.
Jerking the wheel, I cut off several other people and re-entered the freeway, headed back towards Oakland. Misty was trying to calk Kelly down. Milena was visibly upset and confused. I tried to mask my terror and concentrate on the road.
"Misty, Emily, declare that I am the queen of San Fransico." Kelly willed. We did, and Kelly gave a long, low shout of excitement. I once again felt the dark energy of a queen enter her. She had stopped being a queen for a brief period. The only way that could be is to leave the city she ruled. That didn't make sense at all. San Francisco's borders as a vampire city extended to Oakland, San Mateo, even as far north as San Rafael.
Why not Berkley?
It took us about a half hour sitting in the parking lot of a 7-11 to calm down. Eventually, Kelly ordered all of us to follow her orders if she lost her power again, and had us drive along the border of Berkley all night. She lost and regained her powers seventeen more times. I kept count. It always happened just after we crossed a major road. We even tried getting out and walking, with the same result. Kelly became frustrated.
"Why is this happening, Kelly? I thought that when we killed James you became the Queen of San Francisco." Misty whined.
"I did." Kelly snapped. That was unlike her. She never yelled at Misty. "The only explanation is that Berkley is a different city somehow. But why? Oakland is still in my dominion, and that's across the bay." She began pacing on the street corner that now marked the boundary of her power.
"Did this happen to James?" I asked. Kelly's head shook, as if I snapped her out of a trance.
"No." She replied. "But James never came here, at least not that I knew of. He stayed on his compound, and in court. He didn't do his own dirty work. Why would he..." she trailed off. Misty followed her as she paced, trying to calm her down.
Milena whispered to me in Ukranian. "She might kill us for knowing this secret." I shook my head at her. Kelly valued the lives of her servants.
"That's IT! He didn't know!" Kelly shouted. "Misty, Emily, Milena, cross the street into Berkley." she willed. We crossed immediately, forcing a few cars to slow to avoid hitting us. "What now?" Misty shouted.
"Misty, Milena, declare that Emily is the queen of Berkley" Kelly willed through cupped hands. Despite the order, both of them hesitated for a brief second.
"Emily is the queen of Berkley." Misty said. I felt filled with a force, but unfulfilled, as if on the brink of a cliff.
"Emily is the queen of Berkley." Milena said.
I was the center of the universe for the briefest of moments. I was power incarnate. I was a dark star. I couldn't help but shout in surprise.
"Emily, come here." Kelly willed. I felt her suggestion, the suggestion of my maker, and a queen, touch my mind and shatter like glass.
"I don't want to." I said. Misty and Milena both gasped. Kelly's face became grim. She stalked across the street, stopping feet before the curb.
"Misty, ignore any order Emily gives you" she willed. Misty nodded. "Emily, I can no longer compel you, but could you please will Misty to do something? Anything is fine."
I felt bad instantly about the idea of bossing Misty around. She was my protective charge and sometimes lover. She was the maker of the woman I loved. "Jump up and down, Misty." I willed.
"GAAAAH." Misty exclaimed. "That felt absolutely AWFUL!" She didn't jump up and down, though. We all stood there, thinking for a while. No one spoke. Kelly finally broke the tension.
"Hmm, Queens aren't as powerful as I thought." Kelly mused. "Well Emily, it seems that you are the Queen of Berkley. You'll need a consort. I suspect you'll want Milena, am I right?"
I froze on the inside. I needed Milena. "Yes. Please let me have her." My voice cracked as I said it.
"Very well." Kelly said "Milena, you will no longer follow orders from Misty. Treat Emily as if she were your maker. If she ever leaves Berkley or abdicates her queenhood, kill her."
"WHAT?" Misty shouted. Milena gave a groan of despair, and looked at me, wide-eyed.
"I'm sorry, Emily, but I can't have you coming back. I need someone to secure Berkley that I can trust. I did much the same thing to Julia and Angela when they left for Los Angeles." Kelly's voice was grim, full of regret.
"I understand. Here." I said as I tossed her the keys to the SUV.
"Thank you, Queen Emily. Misty, let's go." Kelly turned and Misty scurried in her wake. I turned back to Milena, who was backing away from me.
"Milena..."
She answered in Ukranian. "If I was to leave you..."
"NO." I willed. Her eyes popped as if struck. "I love you."
She began to tear up. "I love you too!" She ran to me and we held each other, on that street corner for what seemed like an eternity. A few cars whizzed by, ruining the mood.
"Come with me." I said. She nodded. We found a back alley behind some nearby condos and hid between two dumpsters. "Fuck your queen." I said with a smile. The smile she returned was anything but sweet, punctuated by her growing fangs.
"Yes, my queen." she snarled as she ducked and pulled my panties down in one swift motion. My cock dangled lewdly in front of her, and she licked along its length. It began to bob to life and soon stood almost straight out. "Ooh," she cooed "the monster is awake!"
I blushed. On the night we were turned, I grew my penis. Apparently, a futa gains the penis that they would have had, if they had been born a boy. Large penis size runs in my family, evidently, as my cock is quite worthy of the nickname Milena gave it. 12" long and thicker than one of my hands can wrap around. Milena used both of her hands to stroke it slowly as she tongued my pussy, moistening me for her.
Her tongue ran up my shaft and she looked me in the eyes as the head of my cock popped into her mouth. She moaned around my shaft and I felt the vibrations run up my spine in jolts of pleasure. She took as much as she could, and began moving back and forth, milking it slowly. I let out a long, low moan. Milena knew exactly what it took to excite me. As her pace increased, one hand began stroking my shaft, while the other tentatively probed my slit. Her fingers went deeper and deeper, making me so wet it started running down my leg.
Suddenly, she grabbed the back of my knees, and stood, pushing my back against the wall and holding me up. "Are you ready for me, my queen?" she asked in a breathy voice. I moaned. The tip of her cock rubbed against my slit, up and down, teasing me. I rocked my hips, trying to get the angle right for her to enter, but she kept shifting just as it aligned.
Then she kissed me and thrust in all at once.
When a futa first penetrates a woman, they tend to make the woman come instantly. Sometimes it doesn't happen right away if you've had the same futa over and over, but with Milena, I always come. Hard. Her cock fits my pussy perfectly, stretching it just slightly and nestling her tip right against my womb. I screamed into her lips, muffled by her kiss. She quickly grabbed my cock and tipped it to the side, as it fountained my cum all over the side of the dumpster. I caught my breath slowly, muttering "oh fuck, oh fuck."
"Was that satisfactory, my queen?" she said, voice laden with snark.
"Not even a little." I replied full of lust. "Fuck me like you mean it."
"Your wish is my command." she said as she began sawing in and out. As she built up a rhythm, she leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth again. Her hips met mine again and again, making a clapping noise as she increased her intensity. I began to squeeze her cock with my pussy, milking her every time she withdrew. I felt her cock throb and swell as she was about to come, and I joined her. I gasped as she filled me with her cum, and I shot another load into her mouth.
We held there, for a moment, and then she pulled out and put me down. I felt her cum dribble down my leg as she leaned in and shared mine. We kissed around the cum, swapping it back and forth, and swallowing the potent load. When it was done, she kissed my neck, and I kissed hers. We bit each other, not out of hunger, but out of pleasure. Slowly, we let each other's blood trickle down our throats. We always did this to each other, sharing everything we could in a moment of passion. I eventually broke off and we licked the blood from each other's lips. "Please stay with me." I begged.
"Forever." she promised. We held each other for another minute. "The sun will be up soon. We need a place to stay."
Consulting our phones, we found a motel nearby. We ran, faster than we should have considering we were keeping a low profile. As we arrived, one room caught my eye. Light oozed out from around the edges of the cheap curtains. Someone was awake in there.
"That one." I pointed. We climbed the rusty metal steps to the motel's second floor, and I pressed my ear against the door, enhancing my hearing with my vampire concentration. Sure enough, a man was grunting, rhythmically. I also heard a few small whimpers in a more feminine voice. I enhanced my strength and knocked on the door hard. The man's voice swore and I heard dull thuds approach the door.
"What do you want?" the man shouted.
"Open the door." I said with the weight of a queen behind it. Sure enough, a chain rattled and the door opened.
The man was in a tank top and boxers, his hairline high and peppered with white, and his erection still prominent. To the right, the single queen size bed held a woman in her late 30s with stunning black hair, and beautiful lips. She was covered up to her neck in a sheet, but her figure was somewhat visible through the sheet. She had quite the bust, and extremely shapely legs and hips. Milena gave a grunt of approval from behind me.
"Tell the truth." I commanded. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm cheating on my wife with my secretary." the man said. His eyes popped as the admission left his mouth "How..."
I interrupted him. "Shut up. Go into the bathroom, shut the door, turn on the bathtub faucet, and put your ear next to it. Once you do, don't move unless I tell you to." He immediately obeyed, slamming the bathroom door behind him.
"What's going on?" the woman asked.
"Tell me your name." I commanded.
"Larkin." she said.
"Larkin, my name is Emily and this is Milena. Did you know that man was married? Tell the truth."
"Yes. He's forcing me to do this because he knows I used to be a prostitute. That's why he made me his secretary."
I walked in. Milena followed me and closed the door behind us. "Larkin, Milena and I are in trouble. We need you to help us. In return, we can free you from your... problem and offer you something in return. I can force you to help us, but I don't want to. Do you want to be free of this man?" She thought for a second. "Yes. I hate him so much. You don't understand how it feels to be around him."
"I can certainly guess." I said. "Wait here." I walked into the bathroom. Sure enough, the man had his ear to the faucet. The tub roared with noise. I shut it off.
"Come with me." I ordered. He followed me. Once we were out into the room, I willed "Tell the truth, do you own a gun?"
"Yes." He replied. His voice was slurred, probably from lack of sleep or the half empty handle of vodka on the table.
"Get dressed, and go to the front desk. Tell them you want to pay for one more day for this room. Then, go home, and load your gun, making it ready to fire. Wake your wife. Tell her you're cheating on her, then put the gun in your mouth and pull the trigger. Do you understand?"
"Yes." He slurred again. He stumbled around getting his pants and shirt on halfway, then toddled out the door.
"Oh my god, he's going to do it, isn't he?" Larkin exclaimed.
"He has to," Milena replied. "Emily here is a vampire queen. No one can resist their will."
I smiled, baring my fangs. "Don't scream." I willed. The gasp of air she took died in her throat as she was unable to force out any sound at all. "Larkin, this is a shock. I know how you feel. I learned vampires exist when one sank her fangs into my neck. But there's more. Milena." I said.
Milena and I both lifted our skirts. Larkin gasped again as our bulges became visible. "We are not just vampires." I continued. "We are futanari. Our curses give us enormous power, but we are two, alone, against a whole city." I sat down next to her. "If you help us, I will make you part of our new order. You will live forever, and be by my side."
"...and if I say no?" she asked.
"Don't say no." Milena said, crawling onto the other side of the bed.
"Milena, we need to be diplomatic." I chastised her. "Larkin, you will soon be out of a job. We can provide security for you."
"Oh no!" Larkin shouted. "If I lose my job at the university, Laura won't have her classes paid for anymore!"
Oh no. A family to miss her. "Laura?" I asked.
"My daughter." Larkin said. "She goes to UC Berkley. Her classes are covered because I work for professor Hanlon. But if he dies..."
"We will see that you are taken care of. Laura will be secure. If you say yes." I let the implication hang.
"...and what happens if I say yes?" she asked.
"I will make you mine. I will show you the pleasures that only a futanari vampire can show you, and you will live forever at my side."
"That sounds amazing..." she said, visibly flustered.
"It's even better than you can imagine." Milena chimed in. "Emily is a wonderful lover and a caring queen."
"Have you ever been with a woman before?" I asked.
"No, but you're not quite..." Larkin trailed off.
I laughed. "Yes, the futa curse gives you something extra. But, I assure you, we are women."
"We feel what you feel." Milena said.
"We know exactly how to touch you, to excite you." By this time the futanari pheromones should have kicked in. "Do you want us?"
"Yes..." she sighed. I leaned in and kissed her full, pouty lips.
"Let's have a look at you." I said, as I pulled down the sheet. I involuntarily "oohed" as I saw her naked form. Her breasts were amazing, and her skin was like milk. I squeezed her left breast, and felt the augmentation within. "There is another benefit to the curse of the vampire. The magic that transforms your body will replace your implants with flesh. You will still have these beauties, but they'll be all natural."
"Holy shit, really?" she asked.
I smiled. "Really. Now lie back." She did.
Milena and I went to work on her immediately. We each sucked one of her nipples into our mouths, grazing her skin with fangs, but not piercing the skin. Larkin moaned loudly. We caressed her body, ending up on her crotch. I felt her lips, and parted them with my fingers. I kissed down to her slit, and saw that it was a bit red and inflamed.
"Are you OK down here?" I asked.
"Oh, the professor didn't use any lube. And, even though he has a doctorate of philosophy, he probably doesn't know the meaning of foreplay. He uses me like a fuck sleeve. I rarely come for him."
"Well, let's get you warmed up." I licked her from the bottom of her slit to the hood of her clit. I peeled the hood back with my tongue, and sucked it into my mouth.
"OH FUCK." she shouted. In tandem with me, Milena renewed her attention to Larkin's breasts, sucking the nipples hard, and lifting them with her mouth. They made a `pop' sound as she switched over and over. I alternated between sucking her clit and shoving my tongue inside her. She tasted faintly of latex, from her previous encounter that night. Good. I didn't want to taste a man's cum. Soon, her pussy was flowing with enough juices to slicken my entire face.
"Are you ready for me?" I asked.
"...for that?" she motioned as I stood. My cock stood out, seemingly dwarfing everything else in the room.
"Don't be afraid." I willed. I aligned it with her opening and rubbed up and down to coat it with her wetness. She moaned.
"Oh my god, yes, fuck me now, fuck me now, fuck me now..." she repeated. I pushed inside. Milena was ready and put her hand over Larkin's mouth as she screamed in pleasure. I felt her walls grip down on my monster cock. It was a wonder I could get it inside. She was incredibly tight. Minutes later, after another orgasm wracked her, she subsided.
"We haven't even started." I said as I began to move. Her moans were blunted as Milena kissed her. I watched their tongues dance as I began to thrust in and out of her dripping cunt. Milena reached down and rubbed her clit as I fucked her. Soon, she began to tense.
"OH GOD I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" Her skin flushed and she shook from her head to her toes. Instead of letting up, I doubled my pace as she came, extending her orgasm. She howled in ecstasy as I felt my cock begin to swell further.
"Now," I said "feel the power of a futanari as she fills you." I thrust a few more times and felt the familiar explosive pleasure of coming inside a non-futa woman. I drew energy from her as I converted her, quieting the thirst of the vampire and the lust of the futa. I made sure to concentrate and keep my cock hard as she came around me one final time. Semen gushed out of her hole around my huge cock, covering our thighs. Larkin lost it, unable to even scream, just spasming in the greatest orgasm of her life.
"Now?" Milena asked.
"Now." I replied as I leaned forward and bared my fangs. I grabbed her chin and exposed her neck. Milena brought Larkin's wrist up to her mouth. We both bit in, tasting the blood laced with her adrenaline. I felt Larkin's pussy contract around my cock again as the pleasure of the vampire's bite clouded her mind. As we drank, I felt a familiar pressure between me and Larkin as her new cock grew. I rubbed it with my abdominal muscles as I moved in and out of her a bit more. A blast of warmth spread between us as her new cock came, coating us with her first cum. I pulled off of her neck and bit into my wrist, then jammed it in her mouth.
"DRINK." I willed. Her throat convulsed as the blood of a vampire queen flowed down it. Soon, I felt the sharp pleasure of her new fangs pierce my wrist. I let the dreamy sensation flow over me as I parted from her, and pulled out with a loud `plop' sound. Rivers of cum spilled out of her freshly fucked pussy. Milena moved down and cleaned Larkin's cum from her stomach, and then took the freshly grown cock all the way down her throat. Larkin groaned, releasing my wrist. I fell back on the bed, exhausted, as Milena got up and shoved Larkin's cock into her pussy. Milena ground her pelvis against Larkin, as Larkin grabbed Milena's hips, pulling her down. They thrust together, coming several times, until, spent, they collapsed next to me. "That was amazing." my new thrall said.
I crawled up the bed and kissed her. "Larkin, I am your maker, and you are my thrall. You will obey me and Milena without question. In private, you will refer to me as your queen."
"Yes, my queen. What do we do now?" she asked.
"Now, we await the day, and rest. Soon, we will deal with your job, but for now, just let us hold you." Milena and I fell asleep next to her, each resting our head on one of Larkin's enormous breasts. As the sun rose, we fell into slumber, and I planned our next move to conquer the city. It would begin tomorrow.
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