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t to receive the attention it yearned for. After more anticipation than Becca thought she could bear, the hand across her mound twisted slightly until one finger brushed across her clit, making her yelp suddenly in surprised pleasure. As soon as contact was made it was broken and again Becca whimpered, this time in disappointment as she longed for the finger to return on her throbbing nub. Still the hands continued to tease her mound and her pussy, gradually pushing deeper inside her, two fingers slipping inside her tight hole and moving in slow circles in time with the massaging hands all across her body. The pleasure from the two fingers was intensely enjoyable at such a level of arousal but again Becca longed for more attention on her clit, jumping suddenly when two moist fingers slipped across it and began to push it around in slow circles. Becca’s whimpered moans became rhythmic groans of delight as the hands moved across her body, in her hair and across her neck and over her breasts, her clit, inside her sex. She felt her pussy aching inside, just before the two fingers inside slipped deeper into her as if they knew what she felt. They began to move gently around her g-spot, turning her groans to cries as the fingers on her clit increased their pace and the grip around her ankles increased, holding her legs still as she tried to wriggle free under the intense pleasure. A sudden rush of heat from deep between Becca’s legs warmed her entire body and she recognised the sensation immediately: she was on the way to orgasm. Becca’s breath deepened and her hips began to gyrate rhythmically against the hands between them, her cries of pleasure became purposeful and she gave herself in to the ever-ascending waves of delight that would eventually break over her with the sudden release of sexual energy that was her orgasm. Becca counted the encroaching waves, waiting patiently for her release that was coming so quickly now that the hands were blissfully attending her throbbing sex. Loud moans of pleasure echoed around the room as Becca’s hips increased their pace, driving the hands to work her faster, harder, pushing her onwards. Her fingers clenched as she prepared for the sudden wave of orgasm, her hips speeding up again and again as the hands between her legs slowed their pace suddenly, touching her so lightly and gently to keep her right there, right on the brink. She gave a long tortured groan as she felt the rhythm slow, knowing that she was going to be denied her release. No matter how hard she tried to push herself onwards her orgasm just would not break; Becca’s cries became agonised, frustrated as the hands moved away from her sex, back up across her mound and down onto her thighs as her orgasm ebbed away gently, trapped inside her body by the hands that continued to massage her all over. Becca felt an urge to cry wash over her and she followed it, allowing tears to roll down her cheeks as she sobbed to the room, her sex crying with her as the skilled fingers moved so close to it, tormenting her, making her want them but not giving her what she wanted. Becca’s blood boiled inside her and she felt the hot stickiness of her arousal turn somewhere between rage and fear as she wondered if the pleasurable hands would return their attention to the seething nexus between her legs. Two moist fingers began to encroach on Becca’s sex again as she sobbed, turning her quiet cries into moans of pleasure when they found her enraged lips and continued their delightful massaging. As Becca’s arousal crept up again inside her the fingers pushed into her pussy, once again releasing a wave of moisture from her hot tormented insides. Two fingers found her clit again and began to push the throbbing nub round and round, and again Becca felt herself rapidly approaching orgasm. Her build was quicker than the last, rising up through her chest with a heat that stifled her heart and threatened to overwhelm her laboured breaths; again she was climbing higher and higher, her rhythm increasing with the volume of her cries. Again the fingers found her g-spot and toyed with it, beckoned at it as if beckoning her to come, and despite her fear she obeyed, losing herself to the sensation as she felt herself beginning to come again. Again, the fingers slowed to hold her still, hold her at the very point of orgasm, and as it began to subside they slipped away from her, leaving her gasping and shivering as her tensed muscles quivered in frustration. No sooner had Becca’s orgasm receded to a background heat inside her the fingers pushed into her again, joined by those on her clit, making her cry out in agony and ecstasy. Quickly her third attempt at an orgasm built inside her and she felt her abdominal muscles clenching hard, as if trying to force out the sexual tension trapped between her legs. Her hips felt heavy and full as the beckoning fingers worked quickly inside her and Becca could not help but clench all the muscles in her body as her orgasm prepared to break inside her. Becca cried out loud in agonised frustration as the hands pulled away from her sex yet again, not even slowing to hold her at the gateway to ecstasy so that she could gaze at what lay beyond. Quickly the heat of her building orgasm was swept away by the rage in her chest and Becca growled fiercely at the room, shaking her hips violently as she struggled with the turmoil in her mind. Again and again the roaming hands took Becca almost to orgasm then let her drop, over and over and over until she shivered and snarled and whimpered, her sex almost painfully sensitive, her belly cramped with spasmodic contractions. Sweat covered her skin despite the chilly air of the room and her breath was light and fitful in between frustrated screams. Becca quickly forgot how many times she had been taken up the quick path to orgasm and then left twitching at its gates, begging in her screams to be let through. Sometimes the hands held her there with agonisingly slow movements, sometimes they stopped their stimulation entirely, save the delicate massages across her belly and legs and arms, which seemed to stir up the trapped heat in her body until she felt as if her skin was melting. After a longer time than she could count only one thing remained in Becca’s mind: orgasm. Blissful, delightful release, the sudden snap of sexual tension that would set her free, but no matter how badly she wanted it, no matter how hard she begged when the hands stopped their motion, release never came for her. Becca’s moans turned to angry snarls as the fingers returned to her sex once again, pushing her onwards again as her belly contracted hard around her insides. Heat once again rose inside her spine and she became certain again that she was going to come, despite what her memory told her. Sticky fire burned in a line that ran from Becca’s pussy lips, deep into her sex and all the way up through her belly to her chest as the fingers worked their magic inside her. The intensity of the heat increased steadily as the rhythm slowed across her entire body, slowing right down until her orgasmic build became a pain inside her and she screamed out loud, begging for release as the restraining hands held her down. Fingers rolled inside her, gently touching her g-spot, pushing her onwards but slowly, so slowly, so agonisingly that Becca’s throat hurt with her screams. Becca felt Elly move behind her, shifting her head around; she felt her hair drape across her breasts, disturbing the hands that worked slowly there. As her belly began to contract again she felt Elly’s lips close on her exposed neck and the sharp points of her sabre teeth touch her milky skin. Her belly was contracting rhythmically, even harder than it had before, but following the slower rhythm of the hands that still moved all over her body, sending her higher and higher through the stages of arousal. She recognised the contractions in her belly when they began to descend into her pussy and her thighs and slowly across her entire body, until every muscle from her toes to her eyes contracted with the tortuously lazy rhythm of her arousal. The contractions were growing harder and harder as she felt the heat of impending orgasm burn deep inside her pussy where two fingers worked slowly back and forth; they became painful as they rose in strength, threatening to tear her muscles in two as her body struggled for the release it craved. Heat travelled up her spine as her body twisted and her moans became high-pitched strangled grunts, she was well on the way to orgasm and she knew inside that this one was unstoppable. She was definitely going to come, nothing now could prevent it, even though the pain of each contraction made her feel as if that release was still some way off. Shivered whimpers of lust and torment grew in between each squeaked grunt and Becca’s mind swam in agony, she wanted to come, she wanted the pain to stop, she wanted the wandering hands to move faster and finish her off quickly, and yet still they shifted so slowly over body and her breasts and between her legs and deep inside her, as if her pain was non-existent and her desire unimportant. A moist finger returned on her clit and she immediately realised she had been missing it for some time; now its slow motion was enough to trigger what she had been waiting for, hoping for, reaching for after so much time had passed. She was going to come. She was definitely going to come. She was coming. An explosion set off deep inside Becca’s pussy like a mushrooming cloud, slow and powerful and unstoppable as it spread across her body, blowing her apart from within. The final contraction of her body was as painful as they had been, and yet the pain was insignificant in comparison to the rapture that held her mind and soul in joyous suspension as every muscle in her body tensed and a jet of released desire sprayed out from under her clit. Two sharp points of cold pain were evident on her neck but she did not care; the only thing she could comprehend was the delightful orgasm that racked her body, on and on and on in one long contraction until it snapped within like a tight string. Becca let out a lungful of clenched air with a scream as her body spasmed rhythmically, squeezing every last drop of pleasure out of her insides, soaking the hands between her legs with her juice. The continual spasming seemed to last even longer than the first long contraction, sending her whole body twisting and contorting into a blissful, painful nexus of pleasure and agony. Gradually the spasms began to lessen and slow until she lay still, eyes closed under her blindfold, her whole body twitching from time to time as another contraction hit her unexpectedly. The hands withdrew immediately and the sounds of feet and breaths turned to shuffles on the silk blanket in the corner of the room and Becca was alone with Elly, who lay back on the bed tiredly, her sabre teeth red with blood behind her relaxed smile. Becca was already asleep when Elly pulled off her blindfold and took her into a tight embrace, closing her eyes so that she could not see the two trails of blood that ran slowly down her victim’s neck. Becca did not see the two short, sinewy girls standing beside the bed, their brown hair long and shaggy like hounds’ manes, hanging down their bare backs. The two characters reached up with shiny moist fingers to close the wooden shutters across the open window as the pale autumn sun began to tint the distant horizon with a blue-yellow glow. *** Becca opened her eyes slowly, blinking in the darkness. She shivered slightly with cold, and then with fear as she remembered where she was. The full moon shone through the open window, highlighting Elly who sat on her haunches at the foot of the bed, her left hand absently drawing circles around her exposed clit. She lifted her hand away slowly when she saw Becca looking up at her and she smiled back deeply, calmly, her face full of serene happiness. “Hey sweetie.” She said softly, moving her bare legs to sit sideways on the bed. “Hi.” Becca replied, too terrified of her memories to move, and yet for some reason calmed by Elly’s serene face. She looked away, looking down at her own body beneath the silk duvet, and wondered if Elly had put her to bed after she fell asleep. The silk duvet in the corner was empty, ruffled and covered with a light sheen of hairs where the wolves had slept. Becca wondered what had happened to the other girls who had pleasured her, and wondered if they had even existed: had she imagined it, or had Elly somehow created the sensations of many small female hands with her own expert fingers? She remembered the bite on her neck again even as she tried to forget it. She had been bitten by a vampyre. She had been drained of some of her blood at the point of orgasm, the most powerful, most exhilarating, most badly wanted and most painful orgasm of her life. She had been bitten by a vampyre. She tried to look away again and realised that she was already looking away. She had been bitten by a vampyre. “Are you OK, hon?” Elly asked as she watched Becca writhing in fear and confusion. “Is it, umm… Is it true that when you get bitten by a vampyre, you become one?” She asked nervously, already knowing the answer and yet fearing it all the same. “Yeah, honey.” Elly whispered as if soothing a child. “Don’t worry. It takes time.” “Can I stop it?” Becca replied, finally looking back into Elly’s green eyes and focusing on their serenity, her heart pounding in her head. “No.” Elly shook her head as she spoke. “How do you feel?” “Scared.” “Scared?” Elly tilted her head and waited, as if expecting more. “Yeah. And…” Becca said nervously, uncertain if she should continue. “And?” “And a little horny.” She said, her face blushing. “Just a little?” Elly crouched forwards on her elbows and grinned playfully up the bed at Becca, who began to smile back, forgetting her fear at her uncertain future for a moment. She could feel her body filling up slowly with sticky heat; a fire that she could not ignore was burning stronger inside her. “Well, a lot.” She finally replied. “Yeah, it happens. Your hormones are changing now. You’ll feel like it for a while, but it’ll pass. You want me to do something to help?” Elly moved up the bed slowly as she spoke, stopping when she lay between Becca’s legs, propping herself up on her elbows. “Can’t I just… Do it myself?” “No, please, let me.” Elly lowered her head between Becca’s legs and kissed her inner thigh sensually, drawing gentle patterns down her other thigh with her fingers. “Please, Elly… Don’t do what you did before. Can you just… Make me come?” Becca asked nervously. Her orgasm the previous night had been fantastic, but in her weakened state she didn’t feel she could cope with the epic build that preceded it. “Sure, hon. Don’t worry, yesterday was just your initiation.” Elly reached forwards with her mouth to take Becca’s clit between her lips, sucking gently on her little nub as her fingers reached Becca’s moist outer lips and toyed with them slowly before peeling them apart and slipping inside her. Becca reached up slowly to grab the iron rails at the head of the bed, sighing gently as Elly’s tongue worked delicately on her throbbing clit. She knew that it wasn’t going to take her long to reach orgasm, and as Elly’s tongue began to flick teasingly over her nub she felt the first wave of heat travel up her spine from deep inside her pussy. Elly’s fingers found the magic g-spot inside her and worked slowly around it as her tongue’s lapping increased in pace and she felt her body tighten up already. Her pussy was still a little sore from her experience the previous night but she didn’t care; moans began to leave her mouth and she suddenly realised that she was coming already. A spasm wracked her body as she gasped her delight to the room and her pussy squeezed on Elly’s skilful fingers. She felt her pussy spasm for a few moments and then settle down as Elly’s fingers withdrew, leaving a trail of moisture down her thigh as Elly stroked her there. “That better hon?” Elly asked, lifting her moist lips from between Becca’s legs to smile up at her, her moistened chin glistening in the moonlight. Becca felt her heart begin to swell, partly with relief from the heat that she had felt trapped inside her since she awoke but mostly, she thought, with Elly’s sweet words. “Yeah, thanks. That was nice.” She said breathlessly, trying to catch her heart before it erupted from her chest. “Are you still scared?” Becca paused, uncertain of what to say. Her lust had subsided and she could feel fear inside her again, although it was not as terrifying as it had been. “A little.” “It’s OK. Don’t worry. I’m right here with you.” “Good.” Becca said without thinking, and realised that she meant it. No matter what, she could tell that Elly really cared for her, and besides, Elly was the only person in the world that was likely to understand what she was going through. “Aww, you mean that?” Elly said with a sudden smile, her eyes glassing slightly as if with a light sheen of tears. “Yes.” Becca replied, and smiled back at her contentedly. She reached down with her arms to take hold of Elly’s hands and pulled her up until they lay next to one another, then she took her into an embrace and kissed her neck, kissed Elly on the spot where she herself had been bitten the night before. She barely noticed when the faint patter of cold teardrops landed on her neck and began to run down her back to the bed. “You’re changing fast.” Elly said as she pulled away from the embrace to lay beside Becca, wiping her suddenly tear-stained cheeks on a pillow. “How do you mean?” “Your eyes. They’ve changed colour.” “Changed colour?” Becca asked, wondering if they had become like Elly’s. “Are they green?” “They’re purple.” Elly replied matter-of-factly. “Purple?” Becca replied, confused. “Like your hair.” “That’s dye.” “No it isn’t, hon.” Becca said nothing. Inside she was still afraid; she was losing so much, her mind told her – family, friends, life itself. But then, she remembered, she did not want her old life. She had always felt that she did not fit in anywhere, and on many occasions she had wanted to leave it all behind. She had wanted to shrug off life, and now she was both no longer alive, and undead. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. Everything’s going to be OK, hon.” “Yeah.” Becca replied faintly, still crying inside for her memories, for her family, for what she was leaving behind. “Don’t worry. I know what you’re thinking, but it’s going to be OK. You’ll still remember your parents, and your family, and your friends, but they won’t matter.” Elly said quietly as she held Becca in a tight embrace, warming her in the chill air. Becca felt an unusual feeling of great loss and great joy in her heart as she held on to Elly, sad that she was losing her life, but glad that she was being born into another with someone who really cared for her. A few tears formed in her eyes as she struggled to come to terms with the conflicting emotions. “I was just like you once. Sad, nervous, shy. Soon nothing like that will matter any more. You’ll never feel lonely, or weak, or rejected ever again. Your upper canine teeth will fall out in a few days, and your fangs will come through in a few weeks. It’ll take a lot longer for your wings to grow, but by the time they come through, you won’t be afraid any more.” Elly stopped speaking to kiss Becca gently on her cheek, drawing a distant smile from the purple-haired girl. “You won’t be afraid of anything.”
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