Erotic Horror Space Vampire

Sam took his male sex organ and inserted it into her. She hugged him tightly, and started to move up and down. As she did, Gavin felt her tightness gripping him and moaned. But he also felt something else. It felt like... part of him was draining. It was as if he were already ejaculating, but something else, not fluid, was coming out of him.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Sam put her lips over his, grinding hungrily, taking from him all she could. And then as Sam moved more intensely, Gavin started to feel actual pain. It felt as if part of his penis was actually melting. He cried out, but it died in his throat.

Sam moved faster and faster, basking in both kinds of sexual energies she was feeling. And then her body was buckling, and she threw her head back, and she yelled "Ooooh, oooh, oooooh!" as she climaxed.

When she pulled off of Gavin, he moaned in discomfort. He looked down at his penis. Even semi-flaccid, it was smaller than it once was. He looked at his pubic hair. The top part of it had withered away.

"What have you done? What have you done to me?" said Gavin.

Sam smiled and took Gavin in her arms. "I fed on you."

"You did what?"

"I fed on you," said Sam, taking his face in her hands. She stared him in the eyes. "I fed on you, and you loved it."

"What?" He tried to look away, but Sam moved her head right over his, forcing him to look into her steely eyes. "You loved it. You loved it, and want to do it again and again."

"I loved it," said Gavin.

"And you want to do it again and again."

"Again and again," Gavin repeated.

"Now go to sleep. Sleep with sweet dreams, you have served me well."

Gavin complied.

But it took Sam a while to fall asleep. What had she become?

The next day, Sam went to see Janice.

"You're looking better," said Janice, staring at Sam's breasts meaningfully.

Sam looked around, to make sure they were alone.

"They got larger, but they're only B's now. I used to be a C cup," said Sam.

"Did you finish draining Gavin?"

"I... uh..."

"Finish draining him, and you'll be fully restored."

"But... if I do that, what will be left?" Sam asked.

"He'll have tiny genitals," said Janice.

"So then, how will we have sex?"

"You won't," said Janice. "That's the point," she grinned. "You'll have to find someone else to satisfy your needs."

Someone else. Suddenly Sam understood why Janice insisted that Gavin be her first victim. With Gavin out of the way, she would have Sam all for herself.

"Sam, come closer. Closer. I want to tell you something. Something special," said Janice.

Sam leaned closer, until they were eye to eye. And then Janice's gaze held her firm.

"You will go home tonight and finish draining Gavin," she said. "Say it."

"I will drain Gavin," said Sam, her mind suddenly fixated on what Janice was telling her.

"After it is done, you will tell him how happy he is."

"I will tell him how happy he is," said Sam, her mind in a haze. Suddenly she stood up, and frowned. "What was I doing here?"

"I think you were inviting me out to lunch," said Janice brightly.

"Was I? Oh yes!"

That evening Gavin didn't resist as Sam finished draining him of his male sexual maturity. But he was sobbing as she finished up. When Sam was done with him, his penis was now tiny. His pubic hair was totally wilted. His testicles were tiny marbles. He would never be able to get an erection again. He would never be able to enjoy sexual intercourse again.

"Don't cry," said Sam, feeling incredibly bad for Gavin. She put an arm around him, and moved his head so his gaze met hers. "Stop crying!"

Gavin slowly stopped sniffling.

"Good boy," said Sam. She realized how appropriate her words were. "You are happy. Say it."

"I am happy," said Gavin.

"You will always be happy. You will never tell anyone what has happened here. We will continue to be husband and wife, but we will not have sex. Do you understand?"

"I understand," said Gavin. And then he actually smiled, and Sam felt a little better.

Janice knew that Sam had followed her instructions to the letter when Sam obediently undressed before her. Sam's breasts were back to full size. Even the bite marks had miraculously healed.

Janice gave Sam a congratulatory kiss. "Did you enjoy draining him, down there?" she asked, fondling Sam's ass.

"Sort of," said Sam, shyly. Janice loved her coyness. It made her even more attractive. Janice took Sam to bed and tenderly made love to her. Janice tenderly sucked on one of Sam's nipples. Sam arched her back and moaned.

"Would you like me to drain those again, Sam?" she asked.

"Drain them?" said Sam. Her mind grew confused again.

"Let's give it a try," said Janice, and then she bit down, hard.

Sam screamed as Janice's fangs penetrated her areola. Janice started to suck her. Once again San felt her womanly essence being drained. But mixed in with that was pleasure, pleasure at serving her master. By the time her breast was half drained, Sam's screams had turned to moans of delight.

Janice pulled out and smiled, with blood on her lips. "Would you like me to drain the other one, Sam?"

"Yes, oh yes, drain me, drain me please," she babbled. She knew what it was doing to her, but it felt so good, that she didn't care.

Sam screamed again as the fangs went in, but before long was moaning in pleasure again. When Janice was done, Sam had tiny breasts again. But Janice didn't stop there. She moved lower with a smirk and sank her fangs in once more in the very sensitive flesh around Sam's clitoris. This time it was so painful that Sam was sobbing again, but she meekly lay her head back against a pillow and just let it happen. She felt the pain of Janice sucking out all her raw, vital sexuality from her pubis.

But as Sam's pubic hair started to wither, and her labial lips shrunk, pleasure once again started to overtake pain, and she wrapped her legs around Janice's head and purred with joy. As Janice's fangs took her essence from her, Janice's lips and tongue were wonderfully stimulating her clitoris. Pleasure and pain were inseparable now, one great thing, both desired, both badly needed.

When Janice was done, Sam had the genitals of a 15 year old. She cried beautifully in Janice's arms in a way that Janice found incredibly sexy. "I don't understand! You drain me, and have me use Gavin to resotre myself, and then you drain me again!"

Janice smiled wickedly. "Exactly, Sam. It's a cycle. Tomorrow night we'll pick up some hot ladies in a lesbian bar, and you'll begin to understand."

Sam did begin to understand. The following night, they picked up two ladies, a brunette named Mikki, and a blonde named Jonna, and took them back to Janice's place. Now that Sam had the same ability to hypnotize that Janice did, it was easy, so very easy. Sam took off Mikki's blouse and bra and started sucking on her large breasts. And then Sam, with newfound fangs, sunk them deep into Mikki's right areola. Mikki screamed, but suddenly was paralyzed as Sam started to suck the womanly essence from her. It was sweet, so very sweet, and got even more delicious when she sucked Mikki's other breast.... and then to Sam's own surprise, she found herself feasting on Mikki's plush vaginal lips, sinking her fangs in deeply. As the young girl screamed, Sam felt a sexy chill radiate over her entire body.

When they were draining the girls, had hypnotized them to remember nothing, and send them on their way, Janice took Sam in her arms and made love to her again. Sam was not surprised when she felt Janice's fangs sink into her left breast; by now it was pure pleasure for her. She stroked Janice's hair lovingly as Janice drained her breasts, one by one.

That started a pattern. Every night for a week they both would pick up and drain women, and then Janice would drain Sam in turn, to keep her hungry. Sam grew to love every moment of it. She loved the screams of the women she drained. And she came to love the pain and delight of having Janice suck out her femininity, especially when Janice sunk her fangs into her, deep down below.

After a week of this, Janice saw that Sam was ready. They were in bed, resting after having drained a pair of luscious blondes. Janice's hand was playing with Sam's rich field of pubic hair. Which, in a few minutes, would be partially drained again.

"The hunger... it keeps growing, within me," Sam whispered.

"Uh huh," said Janice, nibbling on her neck.

"Do we need to drain people every night?" Sam asked.

The answer, of course, was no, but Janice kept draining Sam to keep her hungry. "Well," said Janice, playing with a nipple, "If you found someone who could give you a really big meal, you could go days without being hungry. Maybe even weeks."

"Really? Who could satisfy my hunger for so long?" Sam asked.

"I don't know," said Janice, lazily putting her head in Sam's lap. "Maybe... Dunlop 4?"

They were doing it as a couple.

Balok and Thalessa loved to drain people together. They loved to watch each others' ecstasy as they sucked the sexual essence out of their victims.

They had met a couple at a bar. An incredibly well built blonde and her boyfriend, a young soccer player with an athletic build. Balok and Thalessa exchanged one look between them, and knew they had to have them.

Thirty minutes later, they were in the couple's bedroom. Everyone was naked. Balok was on top of the woman, and Thalessa mounted the man. The man moaned in pain and pleasure as Thalessa rode him, feasting in the sensations of draining his masculinity with each thrust, his penis withering as it got smaller and smaller. Similarly the woman cried out in agony and joy as Balok plowed within her, draining her womanhood at the core of her being.

When they were done, the woman's breasts were covered with fang marks, and her breasts were half the size they once were. The man's penis looked remarkably smaller. They lay there, on the bed, moaning and dazed.

"That was delicious," said Thalessa, feeling the stolen gender energy coursing through her.

"Yes," Balok smiled back at her. "We should come back tomorrow and finish them off."

"Good idea," said Thalessa. She turned to them and said commandingly. "You will tell no one about this experience. You will be here tomorrow at this time, in your bed, waiting for us."

"Yes, Mistress," they both said mechanically.

Balok smiled at Thalessa and gave her a strong kiss. Everything was working out wonderfully.

Thalessa started to remember more.

Before she had been Thalessa, before she had been Thalessa the previous time, she had been someone else.

Someone... named Helena.

She lived with her parents and younger sister Margarete in Buchara, the capital of Balok's princedom. Each Valvan had his own territory, his own palace, and Balok's principality was Buchara. Helena's father was a simple blacksmith who had a stall in the center marketplace.

Every week, on the Day of Selection, all slaves were required to line the streets, as their Prince made their way through them, making his Selections. Failure to show up was punishable by death.

And so Helena lined up with her parents. At the time Helena was 19 years of age, and had grown to full womanhood. Helena's mother Esandra tried to hide the fact by having Helena wear baggy clothes on the Day of Selection, and whenever the Prince's caravan came by, she purposefully shielded part of Helena from view with her own body.

So far, she hadn't been selected. Esandra had been selected once, years ago, right after she had had Helena. Her breasts had been huge and her womanliness was undeniable. She remembered Henri's screams as she was taken away by the Prince's personal guard. Esandra remembers being served a fine meal by the Prince, and feeling very uncomfortable as he stared at her.

Afterwards, he took her to his royal bedroom, and proceeded to have his way with her. She remembered very little of it, except the pain when he sank his fangs into her, sucking, draining. She remembered his eyes, his dark eyes, looking up at her with lust as he drained her.

But Balok hadn't drained her completely. And her breasts had been so large to begin with that he essentially left her with average, or slightly smaller than average, sized breasts. For that she was grateful.

But has she got dressed and kneeled and sought his permission to leave, Balok put a hand on her head and stroked her, and said, "You were truly delicious. You have a female child, do you not?"

"Y-yes. Helena, only three years of age," said Esandra, quaking.

"I cannot wait to see what kind of fruit blooms and blossoms from such a magnificent tree," said Balok, and he gave her a smile which chilled her to the bone.

Esandra always remembered that smile, even years later, which is why she took precautions to protect Helena.

This time the Prince's procession approached to great cheers and fanfare, as always. All feared that if they did not show enthusiasm, they would be Selected. And so Esandra and Henri cheered their prince along with the rest, and Esandra encouraged Helena and Margarete to do as well.

The caravan carrying Balok and his mate Dorala slowed as it came close. Esandra's breathing quickened.

And then the caravan stopped entirely, right in front of them.

Esandra's heart sank.

Balok stepped off the transport, making a great show of looking left and right--in every direction except at Helena. But then he looked directly at Esandra, and gave her a wide smile, to show that he remembered.

"What do we have here?" he said, and with a casual brush of the hand, pushed Esandra out of the way.

Helena stood before him. Even in baggy clothing, her rapid breaths caused her mighty bosom to heave visibly.

Balok smiled at her. "What is your name, child?"

Helena struggled to find her voice, she was so scared. Finally she said, "Helena."

"Helena. What a beautiful name," said Balok. "Helena, would you like to be honored by your Prince?"

Helena didn't know how to answer that. She simply looked down.

Balok raised her chin. "Helena, your prince asked you a question."

Helena looked quickly at her mother. Her mother, with sad eyes, nodded ever so slightly.

"Y-yes," said Helena, reluctantly.

"Then take my hand," said Balok.

Helena whimpered, but did as he asked. As he led her back to the transport, Esandra's lips were trembling. Henri hugged her tightly.

Dorala, Balok's companion, undressed Helena with her eyes. "What an interesting morsel."

"Yes," said Balok. "I will be busy enjoying her tonight. Make sure you make a selection which will keep you similarly occupied."

Dorala made a face, but said nothing. She was a stunning beauty, with jet black hair and large, firm breasts. Later, she selected a large, muscular black man who took her fancy. Still later, as they reached the end of their tour, she selected a second one.

"In case I want a midnight snack afterwards," she smiled.

"Prepare her," Balok had said, handing Helena over to three of her Palace slave girls. The girls tittered and led Helena away. They undressed her even as she protested and put her in the baths. They rubbed and soaped and soaked her until she was sparkling clean. When Helena protested when they rubbed soapy hands over her breasts and vagina, they only laughed and pushed her down as they enjoyed their work.

"The prince is really going to enjoy these," said one of the slaves knowingly, as she touched the swelling of Helena's mature breasts.

Helena knew she had large breasts. She had seen the boys staring at her ever since she was 15. In some ways it made her excited, but her mother always had warned her not to attract attention. So she had worn baggy clothes and never dressed nicely.

But now she was in a gorgeous red dress which broadcasted her cleavage to the world. As she twirled around before a large mirror she felt sensual, even knowing what was awaiting her.

Balok was clearly pleased when he saw her. He gave her a smile that promised everything, and more.

They sat in one of his drawing rooms, at a small candle lit table, enjoying an intimate meal for two. Barely a word was exchanged. The entire meal Helena felt Balok's eyes burning into her.

Twice Helena opened and closed her mouth.

"Do you have a question, my dear?"

"Are you going to... going to..."

"Drain you completely?" Balok smiled. "That is the first question I am always asked. The answer is probably not. A woman of your womanliness will still retain some of her virtue, as your mother did after I took her. But of course it all depends on how sweet the apple is. I have been known to become... overenthusiastic." He smiled wider now, showing his fangs, and Helena shivered.

After dinner he led her to his bedroom. She inhaled deeply, to prepare herself, as she felt his first kiss, his first touch.

Balok slowly started to undress her. Helena did not resist. She knew that she couldn't. He could take whatever he wanted.

After she was undressed, Balok just breathed her in, her breasts, her young, healthy body, her sexy legs and thighs. "You are truly magnificent," he said.

Helena couldn't help but tremble. Balok quickly took off his clothes. His body was incredibly hairy. His penis was already hard, and it looked like the shaft of an animal, not a person. That only made her tremble more.

"Hush, child," said Balok, touching her chin. "There is nothing to fear." He looked deep within her eyes. "You want it. You want to feel my touch. You want me to take from you."

Helena looked deep into Balok's eyes.

"Repeat it," said Balok. "You want me to take you."

"No," said Helena, in a small voice that surprised even herself. "I don't."

"What?"

"I... I don't," she said, in a tiny voice. "But take me if you must."

Balok's jaw dropped open. He looked at her, and looked at her again, and then lifted a strand of her brilliant red hair. "You are the one," he said, suddenly realizing.

He pushed her down on the bed and had his way with her.

The night was filled with touching, squeezing, caressing, and then, later, excited lovemaking as Balok thrust within her. Helena was tight, and wet, and groaned as her Prince exploded inside of her. When her Prince pulled out of her, there was blood on his member and he smiled.

Helena felt like crying. She looked down at her breasts. They were....

Unchanged.

She looked again, feeling with her hands. Her breasts felt unchanged. She felt her vagina with her hands. That felt unchanged too. She looked up at Balok wordlessly.

"That's right, child," said Balok. "I have not drained you."

"Why?" Helena whispered.

"Because you are the one. The one who was foretold. To be my bride."

"Your bride?" said Helena. "You already have a bride."

Balok shook his head. "Dorala is a companion, nothing more. You are the one who is to be my bride. Who was destined to be my mate."

"No," said Helena, shaking her head.

"You can resist my charms. That is a sign," said Balok. He touched her hair. "This is another. The Immortal Mouth foretold that a female with brilliant red hair who could resist, but chose not to resist, would be my eternal bride."

"I won't," said Helena.

"Of course, I can't force you," said Balok. "If you refuse, however, I will have to turn my efforts elsewhere. What was the name of that luscious sister I saw standing next to you?"

Helena shivered, but told him. "Margarete."

"Margarete," Balok smiled, but only for a moment. "What a beautiful girl. Almost as beautiful as you. Let me ask you, do you think Margarete would mind if I drained her, drained her completely? She would become completely flat of chest, like a young boy."

"No," said Helena.

"She would be unable to experience physical pleasure with a man of any kind."

"No," said Helena again.

"And of course, she could not ever have children, not that any man would desire such a freak of nature," said Balok.

"No, please," said Helena.

He looked at her expectantly.

"All right," said Helena.

Balok waited further.

"I'll be your bride."

"If you are to be my bride, you must be willing. Completely willing. If you are not, I will know."

Helena tensed up. She had to do this, to protect Margarete. "I... I'll try."

"I have something which may help," said Balok. He got up, still completely naked, and was gone for several minutes. When he returned, he held a gold chalice. "Drink this."

Helena took the chalice. It had a thick red liquid in it. "What is it?"

"Drink," the Prince commanded.

Helena started to drink. It had an incredibly bitter taste which made her choke and gag. She impulsively spat it out on the floor, inches from Balok's left boot. But he only smiled at her.

"Drink," he said again.

Helena took a deep breath, trying vainly to get the bitter taste off her tongue. She knew she had to do this to save Margarete. She somehow fortified herself again and raised the cup. She gulped half the contents, and fought to keep it all down.

"Good," Balok smiled, taking the chalice from her.

Helena graduallyfelt a burning between the joining of her legs. She began to feel a need, which quickly blossomed into a tremendous urge. She looked at Balok's animal-sized penis, and felt a tremendous desire to have him inside of her.

Balok must have noticed her change in attitude, because he leaned close and said, "Kiss me."

And Helena did, but this time with a passion. They made wild, fierce love, for the second time that night. The only difference is that Helena participated eagerly. Part of her mind knew she didn't want this, never wanted it, but the rest of her mind knew she had to want it, and allowed herself to be carried forth with the wave of her desires, like a leaf on a wave.

As Balok poled in and out of her he was chanting, words in a language she had never heard before, and he seemed to grow bigger, harder, thicker inside of her than ever before.

As he put himself inside her body, she also felt him burrowing into her mind as he stared intently into her eyes. Indeed, it was fully synchronized; each thrust of his shaft was accompanied by a mental thrust into her mind. Every thrust started to change her, to shape her, to make her into something else.

Helena whimpered from the pain and the pleasure. She was so aroused that she did not try to fight it. She had agreed not to fight it. She lay back, and let her core identity be drained away, the remnants of her focusing on the raw animal pleasure of the Prince's large sex organ rubbing wonderfully inside of her.

Balok smiled, seeing that she had capitulated. Each thrust brought her closer to what she was meant to be. Thrust thrust thrust! Suddenly, he felt a tightening in his shaft, and knew the end was coming. He summoned all his mental energies. As his sex organ exploded inside of her, his mental tendrils exploded one last time into her head, altering what little there was that was still left of Helena.

Helena cried out, but at that moment Helena disappeared, wiped clean, and was gone forever. A new life had been created.

She blacked out.

When she awoke again, the pain was gone.

And so was Helena. She was... someone else, now. She looked down at her body, which was now sleeker, firmer than it had ever been. If she had had a mirror she would have noticed that her blue eyes were now black.

"Thalessa," was the first word she heard. And Helena, now Thalessa, reached out and kissed Balok and knew she was his.
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