#vampsmut

Its not fully nsfw but the vibes are there, I had fun with this one. Its implications of bloodletting are for those who want it. Iykyk

Warning for: blood, bruises, bondage, boner

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The ending made me so happy for Shelby, Scott and drift, im glad they got atleast a somewhat happy ending. So have some vampire tits.

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She can’t but moan when Pearl’s knee presses between her parted legs, her drawers sticking to her right away as she comes to the embarrassing realization she may have been enjoying the attention of the two matrons from the very start. She may not be in control after all, she was a dead woman walking from the start…! A whimper leaves the human when Pearl eagerly opens her mouth, breathing right against her exposed neck, still craned to look to the side at Cleo.

“Hold still.”

Miss Gemini isn’t sure who Cleo is addressing, but she and the other vampire obey almost on reflex, one to preserve herself, the other to please her partner.

“Not yet. This isn’t the way to treat our guests, darling.”

It’s Pearl’s turn to whine, her mouth closing just for her to brush the tip of her nose on Gem’s neck, making the human shudder at the contact. Time freezes as the vampire stalls, pulling back just to look at the human with big dark eyes, famished, desirous.

“May I, Miss Gemini?” Pearl asks, but to answer is Cleo, now holding gently the wrists of her victim to be, feeling the rabbit-fast rate of her heart roaring in those fragile limbs. “She prefers Gem.”

Pearl nods. “Gem. May I…show you my appreciation?”

She can’t help but look at the vampire in front of her, confused but intrigued. “As long as you promise not to bite too hard.” She tries to smirk, but it comes out as a grimace. Her stake! She can’t reach her stake like this! What can she do without raising unnecessary suspicions?!

Cleo lets her lower her arms, massaging the inside of her palm with their thumbs as they observe, attentive as a predatory bird. The human isn’t sure if the matron is trying to reassure her or restrain her, it unnerves her nonetheless, her leg trembling as Pearl slides off the couch. Did they notice the stake? Is it already too late?

She tenses when the kneeling vampire finally removes what was left of her petticoat, the stake left to hide in the fold of the cushions under her and Cleo. She feels herself sweating, her breath catching in her throat, but not completely due to fear; Pearl has slipped two fingers along the bend of her thigh, up to her crotch, sliding them along the seams of the split in her drawers. Gem can’t help but blush harder, the vampire testing the wetness of her lips as her thumb looks for her clit through the curls of her pubes. 

“...wha-...ah!”

There was no hesitation to Pearl’s movements, she pushes each finger to the human’s cunt and tests its resistance with caution, the vampire’s eyes darting up towards Gem’s to seemingly check on her reactions. Gem can only stare, anticipations chipping away at her resolution. So Pearl plunges the first finger in, then the second right alongside the twin, forcing another small surprised sound to escape the human’s mouth.

A rumbling chuckle echoes beside her head, Cleo looking down at their companion and her occupation.

“As I said…we aren’t barbarians. We wouldn’t drink from you without giving something in exchange. Not that you would ever be forced to let us feed out of your volition.”

Gem’s attention starts to temper with each spread of those fingers, each push against her clit. It’s a losing battle, she is going to die tonight…

Pearl lifted herself on her knees, her face coming to nuzzle at the dampness of her drawers, her eyes trained on the price visible from the split in the cloth. Be it the human’s sex or her blood. 

“Sorry, I have to-...” The vampire cut herself off before unlatching and pulling off the pesky layer of underwear from around Gem’s legs, the human’s knees drawing back inwards at the sudden breeze, her fine hair rising into goosebumps along her thighs. Yet Gem doesn’t protest, but her eyes widen, not being given time to process what had been done to her before the vampire closes her eyes and presses her lips against the pulse inside the tender flesh of her leg, a breath away from her now empty pussy. 

“She loves to please, you’ll find she is the happiest when she gets to obey. Here…you can help yourself.”

The matron intervenes again, letting one of Gem’s hands go and guiding it to Pearl’s dark head. Her hair is soft, and the contact has the kneeling vampire glance up again at Gem, a plea in her crimson eyes as she kisses the human’s thigh. But Gem is still stubbornly trying to not let herself lose the battle of wills only she is participating in, pushing Pearl away from her pulse and into her cunt. The attention of the vampire is immediately back on pleasing her guest again though, still happy to oblige, tongue lolling out before she even makes contact with her pussy, her lips warmer than before now that she had been close enough to the human to rob her of her heat.

It’s ravenous as Gem imagined it and how Cleo described her. Pearl had kissed her with giddiness and playfulness, and that’s how she has been eating her out, happy and playfully, teasing her tongue into her hole and sucking her labra minora until the human’s legs close around her head in overstimulation, focusing on her clit only on occasion. Gem had pushed and pulled the vampire closer by her hair, guiding her where she wished her to go most, but Pearl is still unpredictable.

“O-oh my goodness…”

Cleo laughs at her, bringing the wrist they have been holding onto to her mouth to kiss, amused. It’s almost idle the way the matron thumbs at her nipples, the human’s breasts having spilled from her chemise as she wriggles in their embrace.

“My Pearl is such an eager puppy…”

Gem can’t comment or argue, too occupied with gulping down air, painting harder and harder as her body tightens, closer and closer to her climax. She can’t help but scream when the vampire between her legs adds in her fingers once again, scissoring her guest open until she can press into her and against the hidden portion of her clit, sucking on its exposed bud with her lips, bringing Gem close to her as if she had been the rim of a crystal cocktail glass. It all culminates in her body arching and the human tugging at Pearl’s hair aggressively, both women groaning in the confinements of the large room.

“My goodness…oh Lord-...” Miss Gemini shakes back to earth, her limbs weak as she lets Cleo hold her up on the couch, smiling down at her with the smugness of a cat. A large intimidating cat…

“So? How have you found our hospitality, Miss Gem?” 

The human looked up at the matron with bleary, unfocused eyes, trying to remember why she had ever feared the two women around her in the first place. Oh, right…

“...will I die now?” She whispered.

Another hearty chuckle echoed in the room.

A snout nuzzling under her skirt, a large impossibly wide tongue lapping at her wet underwears. It's an experience she will never forget. And the moment she got mounted, face against the rough trunk of a tree, with claws catching in her clothes...

It's rough, it's beastly, she feels like an animal, a tool for the wolf to use and enjoy as it violates her.

She'd be so traumatized and guilty for having enjoyed being fucked like that by a werewolf, her scraped knees and ruined clothes are a testament to that.

But then meeting Pearl, seeing those eyes and recognizing the same beast in them...she'd be horny and terrified at the same time. But is that true? Is she sure Pearl is the same beast?

And since we know the effect biting Pearl has on her, I can see the huntress do it more often, maybe addicted to the rush of power, the unbridled instincts that take over her rational mind when adrenaline rushes in her veins...

She may allow Drift to nibble and sink her fangs in her inner thigh, where the arteries are more prominent, watch this young vampire messily feed as her thirst gets to her and leaves the crimson to drip down her chin. It's okay Pearl reassures her, this blood is "clean" given to the vampire willingly, she isn't breaking any of Pearl's rules, she won't be hunted down after this, Drift can relax and enjoy it, don't mind the way the hand carding through her hair is now suddenly sharper and picking her scalp.

And as a thank you, she can nuzzle into the huntress crotch and suck her off, blood, saliva, and precum mixing together on her tongue, more intoxicating than any liquor she may have ever tasted back in the city. It's okay, Drift, Pearl won't hurt her even as the huntress growls and pushes her further down her shaft, they are helping each other prepare for the fight ahead. They both will be stronger, closer, and soon they will both be free from the curse of Oakhurst.