Oh, my lovelies. I have a treat for you. An entire scene from Enthralled, Book 1 of the Futanari Vampire Chronicles. Ashlyn has run across a severely injured futanari vampire and has brought her to her apartment to try and nurse her back to health. That means she needs to lure "dinner" home for the vampire. The pickings are easy at a nearby anti-futanari rally. As the scene begins, a sword-bearing Ashlyn (she's weird, that way) returns home with her vampire's prey.
WARNING: This content contains graphic violence.
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Ashlyn unlocked the door to her apartment and stepped on a piece of paper as she strode in. She bent down and picked it up as she apologized for the mess her place was in. Not that she actually cared what the man thought, she just wanted him off his guard, and normal, nervous we’re-about-to-fuck smalltalk was in order. Her heart thrilled as she saw it was her note left for the vampire earlier. But it was now folded into quarters and on one side was written:
BATH
“What’s that?” the man asked.
“Just my roommate telling me she’s going to be out for the rest of the night,” Ashlyn said smoothly, deviously delighted that the lie came so easily. She shut her front door and threw the bolts.
“Most people would text, you’d think,” said the man, “Why is it so dark?” Ashlyn twirled out of her longcoat and tossed it over the back of the couch.
“Because I haven’t turned on the lights, yet,” said Ashlyn.
“What’s on the floor?”
Ashlyn followed his gaze down and saw dark streaks across the floor trailing up to near the door. In the red light from the votives dotting the living room, the smears looked black. There were splatters where it stopped.
“Messy roommates,” said Ashlyn. “This look better?” she asked, thinking quickly, she lifted up her lace top, deliberately bouncing her breasts a little. Could it really be so easy? She slid her hands over herself, cupping her breasts and letting them bounce back and sway as she slowly backed away from the man.
“Jesus, those are beautiful!” the man exclaimed, and he was so heartfelt and earnest about it. Ashlyn almost felt sorry for him.
Almost.
She turned and looked over her shoulder at him. She arched her back and thrust her ass out. It was funny how gratifying it was to her that the man reacted so strongly to her, even though she hated him for his beliefs and found him just absolutely gross.
“Oh, yeah,” he said, approaching her. She spanked herself and her toned ass jiggled a little under the denim hugging her curves.
“I think I’m about to be really bad, Daddy, maybe you should spank me in advance?” She didn’t just press the right button with those words, she smashed it with a fucking hammer. The man took a deep breath and let it out as if to say, Thank you, God, for giving me something I always wanted, and then he looked at her with a feral grin.
“Oh... Daddy spank,” he said. She let him swat her ass a few times and found herself responding to it even though she couldn’t stand him. Maybe it was due to the excitement of the situation, the intoxicating power she felt, knowing that she had chosen this man to die.
Of course, she also just liked getting spanked.
Ashlyn moaned and whimpered appreciatively at him, then said, “Well, don’t let me get away.” She sauntered away. “I’m here in the bathroom, Daddy, I need my mouth washed out with something!” she said.
The vampire lay low in the bathtub, her feral eyes glowing red. Ashlyn saw that she was naked and was nearly distracted herself by the girl’s curves and her cock, which was big, and... getting bigger. In the light that filtered through the red votives, Ashlyn saw black streaks smeared across the floor and the tub where the girl had climbed in.
She did all that with bullet holes, a broken leg and a broken arm and a slashed throat.
But the vampire’s leg and arm didn’t seem like quite such dead appendages, now. They looked to be whole, if not yet terribly functional. The gash on the girl’s neck was like a strip of chewed-up raw meat laid across her throat. It was no longer gaping and open, although perhaps barely. Ashlyn drew her sword, looking into the vampire’s dark, hungry gaze. The girl nodded to her. Everything Ashlyn knew about real sword fighting was designed to kill a man as quickly as possible. Not make a man easier for an injured vampire to feed on.
“Daddy’s coming you bad little—” but his words turned into a wretched, burbling gurgle as Ashlyn’s blade pierced his throat.
“Uh...” she said, unsure what to do. She reached out for him with her other hand, but to get close enough, she inadvertently pushed the sword further into the man’s neck. It sounded like any other blade entering any other gristly meat. The man tried to yell but instead of sound, a fountain of blood sprayed out of his mouth all over Ashlyn. She screamed and shoved the man over the tub. His legs hit the rim of the tub and he fell over. Ashlyn’s sword wrenched in his throat as he fell. She yanked out her sword, flinging blood in a line across the tile.
The man collapsed over the tub and the vampire reached for him as if to hold him close like a lover. She put her mouth over the torn hole Ashlyn’s blade put in him and drank greedily as the man thrashed. His hands slipped with squeaking sounds on his own blood as he banged and thumped around inside the tub. All the while the vampire held him tightly in her one good arm. The man kept trying to breathe, but his throat filled with blood and the gurgling rasp from his labored efforts made Ashlyn want to cover her ears.
But she didn’t. She simply stood over them, vampire and victim, watching, holding her sword pointed down. The man slowly weakened, as if succumbing to the effects of a drug. Eventually, he stopped moving, and shortly after that, his gurgling breaths became a wet raspy whisper, then ceased. The only sounds in the bathroom were the heavy breathing of the vampire and the tinny gurgle of the blood draining in the tub.
Ashlyn looked at her blade in the red light from the votives. The man’s blood lay smeared across it and the steel gleamed through it. She brought the blade to her face and licked a clean swath of blood from it. She tasted the copper in the blood and the iron in her steel. Blood ran down either side of her tongue. She brought her tongue back into her mouth and felt the man’s blood there, resting on her tongue, waiting against the back of her throat.
She swallowed it and stood there with her eyes closed and her lips parted for a moment. She opened her eyes to see the vampire looking at her.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” said Ashlyn. The vampire nodded. Of course she understood. She got to live out her own secret blood lusts every night. At least, when people weren’t trying to kill her. Decades of lessons and practice with a sword, and the one thing Ashlyn had always secretly wanted to do was kill someone with it and lick the blood of her enemy from her blade, like a warrior woman.
The blood tasted gross, but it also tasted like triumph. She felt like Queen Fucking Bitch of the Whole World in that moment. Fucking futa-hater. Fuck him, anyway.
Ashlyn took a towel and wiped the blood from her blade. She sheathed it with practiced grace and realized she was also licking the man’s blood from her lips and swallowing it. She bent down and hooked an arm under the dead man’s chest. With a grunt, she lifted him off the vampire girl and shoved him up against the corner of the tile. His face was still surprised. Ashlyn didn’t want to look at it. But she did want to look at the futanari vampire girl. Making sure the corpse wasn’t going to fall over on her, Ashlyn crouched down at her side and rested her hands on the lip of the tub to look at her.
She looked a little more healed, but she was covered in blood, too, so it was difficult to discern. Blood pooled between her thighs where her cock rested. It was easily the biggest flaccid cock she’d ever seen and her heart quickened a little at the sight of it, despite all the blood. Or perhaps because of it.
Ashlyn looked at her to see her looking back.
“Better?” she asked.
The vampire nodded.
“Can you talk?”
“Only like this,” she whispered, almost silently.
But Ashlyn thrilled to hear anything from her mouth that wasn’t a sickening whistle of air. She squealed a little and covered her mouth with a hand.
“Oh, my God,” she said, “that’s so amazing. This whole thing is... I don’t even know.” she stammered.
“What about your leg and your arm? Any better?”
She nodded, but then whispered, “Can’t walk yet.”
“I’m Ashlyn. Ashlyn Kovalenko.”
“Musette Vaillancourt,” whispered the vampire.
Ashlyn gave a tiny gasp, “Like the dance? Oh, that’s so sweet.”
Musette smiled ruefully and nodded. She looked quite relaxed reclining in the tub, as if she covered herself in blood and chilled out in tubs all the time.
“Can you help me up?” asked Musette.
“Yes, of course,” said Ashlyn, who stood and braced herself and then extended a hand. Musette gripped wrists with her and Ashlyn gently pulled her up to her feet. She could only stand on her good leg and put one arm around Ashlyn’s neck. They were very close, now, standing like lovers.
“Was... was that enough? For tonight?” Ashlyn asked.
“He bled out faster than I could drink,” Musette breathed into her ear with the softest of voices.
“Oh, because I stabbed him in the neck. Sorry, I never killed anyone, before.”
“You did very well, Ashlyn.” Musette was petting Ashlyn’s hair and the back of her neck with her bloodied hands, but Ashlyn didn’t care about the blood.
“You saved my life, Ashlyn Kovalenko. You still are saving it. Thank you.” Musette planted kisses on Ashlyn’s neck, and with each kiss, it was like lights inside her being turned on, illuminating her heart and its desires. She wrapped her arms around Musette’s back and shoulder. The smell of blood was sickeningly strong.
“I only saw that you were a futa, I didn’t realize until later that you were...something more.” Ashlyn sighed, those kisses were melting her. Musette kissed her earlobe and sucked on it gently. She put her lips to Ashlyn’s ear.
“Vampire...” she whispered.
“Yes...” said Ashlyn.
Musette licked her neck, giving her gooseflesh.
“I still thirst, Ashlyn,” she whispered, barely audibly, “I thirst for you.”
Ashlyn sighed and a quiet sob escaped her. Just one.
“I’m yours,” she said, “just... please don’t kill me.”
“And what if I do?” breathed Musette. Ashlyn pulled her head back to look Musette in the eye.
“Then make it good,” she said, and kissed her.
WARNING: This content contains graphic violence.
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BATH
“What’s that?” the man asked.
“Just my roommate telling me she’s going to be out for the rest of the night,” Ashlyn said smoothly, deviously delighted that the lie came so easily. She shut her front door and threw the bolts.
“Most people would text, you’d think,” said the man, “Why is it so dark?” Ashlyn twirled out of her longcoat and tossed it over the back of the couch.
“Because I haven’t turned on the lights, yet,” said Ashlyn.
“What’s on the floor?”
Ashlyn followed his gaze down and saw dark streaks across the floor trailing up to near the door. In the red light from the votives dotting the living room, the smears looked black. There were splatters where it stopped.
“Messy roommates,” said Ashlyn. “This look better?” she asked, thinking quickly, she lifted up her lace top, deliberately bouncing her breasts a little. Could it really be so easy? She slid her hands over herself, cupping her breasts and letting them bounce back and sway as she slowly backed away from the man.
“Jesus, those are beautiful!” the man exclaimed, and he was so heartfelt and earnest about it. Ashlyn almost felt sorry for him.
Almost.
She turned and looked over her shoulder at him. She arched her back and thrust her ass out. It was funny how gratifying it was to her that the man reacted so strongly to her, even though she hated him for his beliefs and found him just absolutely gross.
“Oh, yeah,” he said, approaching her. She spanked herself and her toned ass jiggled a little under the denim hugging her curves.
“I think I’m about to be really bad, Daddy, maybe you should spank me in advance?” She didn’t just press the right button with those words, she smashed it with a fucking hammer. The man took a deep breath and let it out as if to say, Thank you, God, for giving me something I always wanted, and then he looked at her with a feral grin.
“Oh... Daddy spank,” he said. She let him swat her ass a few times and found herself responding to it even though she couldn’t stand him. Maybe it was due to the excitement of the situation, the intoxicating power she felt, knowing that she had chosen this man to die.
Of course, she also just liked getting spanked.
Ashlyn moaned and whimpered appreciatively at him, then said, “Well, don’t let me get away.” She sauntered away. “I’m here in the bathroom, Daddy, I need my mouth washed out with something!” she said.
The vampire lay low in the bathtub, her feral eyes glowing red. Ashlyn saw that she was naked and was nearly distracted herself by the girl’s curves and her cock, which was big, and... getting bigger. In the light that filtered through the red votives, Ashlyn saw black streaks smeared across the floor and the tub where the girl had climbed in.
She did all that with bullet holes, a broken leg and a broken arm and a slashed throat.
But the vampire’s leg and arm didn’t seem like quite such dead appendages, now. They looked to be whole, if not yet terribly functional. The gash on the girl’s neck was like a strip of chewed-up raw meat laid across her throat. It was no longer gaping and open, although perhaps barely. Ashlyn drew her sword, looking into the vampire’s dark, hungry gaze. The girl nodded to her. Everything Ashlyn knew about real sword fighting was designed to kill a man as quickly as possible. Not make a man easier for an injured vampire to feed on.
“Daddy’s coming you bad little—” but his words turned into a wretched, burbling gurgle as Ashlyn’s blade pierced his throat.
“Uh...” she said, unsure what to do. She reached out for him with her other hand, but to get close enough, she inadvertently pushed the sword further into the man’s neck. It sounded like any other blade entering any other gristly meat. The man tried to yell but instead of sound, a fountain of blood sprayed out of his mouth all over Ashlyn. She screamed and shoved the man over the tub. His legs hit the rim of the tub and he fell over. Ashlyn’s sword wrenched in his throat as he fell. She yanked out her sword, flinging blood in a line across the tile.
But she didn’t. She simply stood over them, vampire and victim, watching, holding her sword pointed down. The man slowly weakened, as if succumbing to the effects of a drug. Eventually, he stopped moving, and shortly after that, his gurgling breaths became a wet raspy whisper, then ceased. The only sounds in the bathroom were the heavy breathing of the vampire and the tinny gurgle of the blood draining in the tub.
Ashlyn looked at her blade in the red light from the votives. The man’s blood lay smeared across it and the steel gleamed through it. She brought the blade to her face and licked a clean swath of blood from it. She tasted the copper in the blood and the iron in her steel. Blood ran down either side of her tongue. She brought her tongue back into her mouth and felt the man’s blood there, resting on her tongue, waiting against the back of her throat.
She swallowed it and stood there with her eyes closed and her lips parted for a moment. She opened her eyes to see the vampire looking at her.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” said Ashlyn. The vampire nodded. Of course she understood. She got to live out her own secret blood lusts every night. At least, when people weren’t trying to kill her. Decades of lessons and practice with a sword, and the one thing Ashlyn had always secretly wanted to do was kill someone with it and lick the blood of her enemy from her blade, like a warrior woman.
The blood tasted gross, but it also tasted like triumph. She felt like Queen Fucking Bitch of the Whole World in that moment. Fucking futa-hater. Fuck him, anyway.
Ashlyn took a towel and wiped the blood from her blade. She sheathed it with practiced grace and realized she was also licking the man’s blood from her lips and swallowing it. She bent down and hooked an arm under the dead man’s chest. With a grunt, she lifted him off the vampire girl and shoved him up against the corner of the tile. His face was still surprised. Ashlyn didn’t want to look at it. But she did want to look at the futanari vampire girl. Making sure the corpse wasn’t going to fall over on her, Ashlyn crouched down at her side and rested her hands on the lip of the tub to look at her.
She looked a little more healed, but she was covered in blood, too, so it was difficult to discern. Blood pooled between her thighs where her cock rested. It was easily the biggest flaccid cock she’d ever seen and her heart quickened a little at the sight of it, despite all the blood. Or perhaps because of it.
Ashlyn looked at her to see her looking back.
“Better?” she asked.
The vampire nodded.
“Can you talk?”
“Only like this,” she whispered, almost silently.
But Ashlyn thrilled to hear anything from her mouth that wasn’t a sickening whistle of air. She squealed a little and covered her mouth with a hand.
“Oh, my God,” she said, “that’s so amazing. This whole thing is... I don’t even know.” she stammered.
“What about your leg and your arm? Any better?”
She nodded, but then whispered, “Can’t walk yet.”
“I’m Ashlyn. Ashlyn Kovalenko.”
Ashlyn gave a tiny gasp, “Like the dance? Oh, that’s so sweet.”
Musette smiled ruefully and nodded. She looked quite relaxed reclining in the tub, as if she covered herself in blood and chilled out in tubs all the time.
“Can you help me up?” asked Musette.
“Yes, of course,” said Ashlyn, who stood and braced herself and then extended a hand. Musette gripped wrists with her and Ashlyn gently pulled her up to her feet. She could only stand on her good leg and put one arm around Ashlyn’s neck. They were very close, now, standing like lovers.
“Was... was that enough? For tonight?” Ashlyn asked.
“He bled out faster than I could drink,” Musette breathed into her ear with the softest of voices.
“Oh, because I stabbed him in the neck. Sorry, I never killed anyone, before.”
“You did very well, Ashlyn.” Musette was petting Ashlyn’s hair and the back of her neck with her bloodied hands, but Ashlyn didn’t care about the blood.
“You saved my life, Ashlyn Kovalenko. You still are saving it. Thank you.” Musette planted kisses on Ashlyn’s neck, and with each kiss, it was like lights inside her being turned on, illuminating her heart and its desires. She wrapped her arms around Musette’s back and shoulder. The smell of blood was sickeningly strong.
“I only saw that you were a futa, I didn’t realize until later that you were...something more.” Ashlyn sighed, those kisses were melting her. Musette kissed her earlobe and sucked on it gently. She put her lips to Ashlyn’s ear.
“Vampire...” she whispered.
“Yes...” said Ashlyn.
Musette licked her neck, giving her gooseflesh.
“I still thirst, Ashlyn,” she whispered, barely audibly, “I thirst for you.”
Ashlyn sighed and a quiet sob escaped her. Just one.
“I’m yours,” she said, “just... please don’t kill me.”
“And what if I do?” breathed Musette. Ashlyn pulled her head back to look Musette in the eye.
“Then make it good,” she said, and kissed her.
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ReplyDeleteANYWAY... here's my thoughts after reading: HOLY FUCKING SHIT YES YES YES!
Thank you! This one's not as easy to write as Octogirl was, so that's very encouraging. :)
DeleteOh wow that was awesome :D maybe it's because I'm a sucker for vampires but I think this is my favorite piece! and so well written, too :)
ReplyDeleteThank you! I'll have at least one more excerpt before the book is finished and published. On my facebook page I post tiny snippets here and there, so keep an eye out for them.
DeleteI've always been a sucker for vampires, too, which is why I'm writing this. I get to combine two things I love: futanari and vampires. Honestly I can't believe no one's really done this, before, other than one or two visual artists, but no written erotica to speak of that I've seen.