Erotic Horror The Sweetest Darkness

MEOOOOWWWW!

Kristie and Karl both turned their heads. Perched upon a stone vault not ten feet away was her cat who'd padded in and made himself comfortable. Kristie's face wore a look of surprise, Karl's not so much. He'd heard the approach of the interloper the whole time as they were speaking and quite frankly had been expecting him.

"Hello Oreo," Karl greeted Kristie's pet before striding over and gently picking up the black and white purring ball of fluff and whiskers.

"You know my cat?" Kristie exclaimed.

"I do," Karl said, stroking Oreo under the chin, "you mentioned him at work and I recognized his spots from the photo on your desk when he started coming down here. He is a regular here; there are too many mice and rats nearby for him not to snoop around this place. He comes down from your apartment and makes the crypt of this church part of his nightly rounds. We've become fast friends,"

"That explains at least one place he goes on all these nightly jaunts," she said more to herself than to Karl.

"He gets around," Karl agreed as the contented Tomcat rubbed his face against Karl's chest affectionately, "and I suspect a good portion of the time is keeping local female felines content and well-fucked."

"Well," she said, "you know about me, I mean.. you fucked me better than I imagined anyone ever could without them being battery-operated and covered in vinyl. You took me on an experience I can never forget unless you chose to erase my memory. You also know everything about my cat.. and Oreo loves you. Okay, you made a favorable impression and yes, I now believe you. You are a vampire..."

She saw Karl stiffen. A little micro-expression formed at the corner of his mouth for the briefest of seconds. She caught herself,

"I mean, a nos... nosfro..."

"Nosferatu," Karl said being helpful, his look of irritation having passed, "and thank you. Vampire is such a made-up word. Demon's destroyed by the sun, children of the devil, cannot touch garlic, destroyed by holy water and crosses, all that nonsense."

"None of that is true?"

"Nope," he said handing Oreo to her.

"Well," she said taking her cat and stroking him in her arms, "what do we do now? I mean -I want to see you again and I don't want to forget any of tonight. I know you said you can do things with my memory to make this all go away but I don't want it to."

"We can do as you wish," he said now escorting her back to the stairs with Oreo cradled in her arms, "we can make it so we see one another and you ...well, you'd just have to keep things a secret."

"Oh I can keep a secret," she said with a wink and a raised little finger, "pinky swear."

"The only problem," he said, leading her and Oreo up the stairs, "is you'll understand that if we were to do anything long term, you bare the risk of one of my friends making a snack out of you permanently and of course as you get older, I will of course stay the same. Its as much an awkward heartache for me as it is for you; more so even. Over the years I have had several lovers grow old and die, (my last two are in the graveyard up top). Meanwhile I stayed the same, only able to mourn them."

"But there is another option," Kristie commented at the top of the stairs, "isn't there?"

"There is," he said, nodding at the obvious course of action, " and I have done this sort of thing before, but I suggest we do this only if you truly want this to happen. I can convert you, but I'd like it to be your choice.. your life will not be the same afterwards."

"My life?" she smirked as they moved down the hallway to the exit stairs from the church's basement, "My life is no life. Its an existence...."

"Well," he replied, agreeing with her, "I understand you are less than content with the way things are for you, but let me give you some time to think on this."

"Some time," she said, "how long?"

"A few weeks maybe," he answered, "there is no need to..."

"How about I think about it today and tomorrow?" she answered, "I can meet you tomorrow night and we could... we could.. you know?"

"You really got that cranked up did you?" he smiled as they arrived at the door leading up to the stairs.

"You have me bat-out-of-hell horny," she replied, "and I would very much like to have more of a life than the one I have now. In fact, I don't see any reason why we need to put things off. If I decide I want to get rid of my boring old self and become, eternally beautiful and young... my prerogative. You'll do this?"

"I will," he said opening the door an ushering her through, up into the night air," but only if you think this through."

"I will," she said, "but I already know my answer."

She paused at the top of the stairs, standing in the light drops of rain that were still falling from the dark churned up sky. He stopped with her and looked up, examining the black heavens, boiling clouds rolling with the city's glow reflecting on their undersides. He then turned and looked her way.

"You know," he commented, "I can get sex and food any time I desire. What I am looking for,"

"Is love," she said finishing his thought.

He nodded. He led her from the churchyard, Oreo in her arms, his arm in hers; a true gentleman escorting his lady love. The walk home was a quick one and done in serene silence. They for some reason didn't need words.

At her door she and he turned to face one another and she fumbled for her door key. She handed him the cat and then retrieved the key from her purse. With a turn of the key, the click of a bolt and the opening of the door, she was ready to say Good Night.

Odd, saying good night to a vampire.... ermmm Nosferatu.

He set Oreo down. The cat scurried though the door into the darkness beyond, seeking his kitty bowl. Karl turned to her and she lifted her face up to his, closing her eyes. There was a deep kiss. A tongue kiss. Karl couldn't help it, he let his tongue go wild inside her mouth, tongue-fucking her like he was alive once again; an adolescent eighteen year old school boy in Vienna wooing some Austrian school girl out of her virtue.

Kristie felt that kiss. It was a good kiss, one she felt up and down her body. It made her nipples ache and her clit throb so very hard. It was kiss she felt in her backbone and her toenails. She collapse in his arms like a crumpled rose petal, then she turned her head up to him again and kissed him on his jaw.

"Tonight?" she said happily.

"Tonight," he replied, "ten o'clock here at your door. Use today when you finally have gotten some rest to consider this choice carefully. This could very well be the last normal day of your existence."

She hugged him close, kissed his cheek. He nodded strongly, as a strong gentleman would but with a rakish smile on his face, then he turned, and stepped off into the night, disappearing from the glow of the porch light above Kristie's door. She stared in the direction of his departure, then turned and stepped inside, closing her door behind her.
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She slept until late in the morning. Saturdays were like this for her. Sleep late and recover, the only thing she had two lovely bite marks on her neck to recover from... well, that and mind-blowing sex.

Oreo leapt off from the futon where she lay, just as she was waking up. He exited through his kitty door, ostensibly to go out and spray something or try to snag a bird in the park next door. Kristie remained for a good long while, thinking of all that had transpired the previous night.

She took Karl's advice, and considered what this would all mean. To be truthful to herself, she really did feel a bit of trepidation of what it would entail giving up; the normal world, a normal life. She was fearful of it as well, that great unknown leap into an unimaginable void of perpetual existence. Then of course she balanced (or confused herself), it with the pleasure she felt concerning it all... Oooh Karl made her insane with ravenous fuck-hunger!

She made a cup of coffee and returned to the covers. A girly-wank might help her think. So she dropped a hand down between her legs and diddled herself on the covers between sips of hot Joe... wrestling with her thoughts, her clit and both her nipples.

It was about then that she looked across the room and saw herself in the mirror, abusing herself with selfish zeal that she noticed something. Two little dots. Two little red dots were clearly visible when she splayed open her puss-blossom.

He'd bit her there too? WHEN? Oh wait, yes... back at the office? Holy shit!

She finished her furious rub-out session some while later, with a hand-humping leg-shaking gasp. Did that clear her head about this? Oh hell no. She still had her doubts, fears, and her desires tugging at her every which way intellectually and emotionally.

Morning became noon. Noon became afternoon. Afternoon melted into early evening for her.

She took a phone call from her mother as she watched the sun set. Was this a goodbye phone call? No... even if she did the change she told herself, she could see her parents, yes? But would it ever be the same? She was loaded with angst when she tearfully agreed to meet her parents this time next week for dinner, (hiding distress and sadness by laughing into the phone as she said good-bye in an effort to mask what she truly felt). Hanging up she watched the sun sink on the horizon as a tear trickled down her cheek. Then oddly, she became calm.

She bathed, made herself as lovely as possible. She tarted herself up with more than a bit of makeup. If she was to go out of this world, than leave it like a proper hoe, she figured. She fed Oreo and then waited for the hour to arrive. Ten o'clock came, and with it his knock...

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK....

She greeted him at the door, dolled up and dressed to the nines. He noticed. She noticed he was particularly handsome, or was it just her being smitten and under his mind fuck spell.

"Shall we?" he asked.

"Where to?" she replied.

"Same place," he answered, "but we are going to get there faster. Take my hand,"

She'd barely locked her door and done as he'd asked when she was swept upwards towards the heavens and into the blackness of the night. Better than any cab service. He was the Nosferat-Uber she giggled to herself as they soared through the nocturnal skies above the metropolis below.

"What's so funny?" Karl asked over the rush of the wind,

"Oh nothing," she giggled to herself.

A second later, Karl sputtered with laughter. He'd read her thoughts and he agreed; it was a good pun. She was clever; he liked that. Now that they'd bonded through the medium of fuck and orgasm, her thoughts were a tome for him to leaf through at his leisure, for as long as he chose to read.

The trip went quickly across the night sky as the city lights streamed by them below and the soupy angry rainclouds rolled and threatened to dump from above. She found it captivating and wished the ride would have continued longer, but shortly she felt the both of them descending. She could make out the shadowy and misty street below with its garish neon light piercing up through the night fog.

"Seat backs and tray tables up," Karl joked.

She sputtered a nervous giggle. They descended as lightly as a pair of dandelion seeds, down through the buildings of the street. The pair touched down ever so softly to the pavement as if they'd only stepped out of a cab.

She now felt the firmness of the street beneath her black heels with the red soles. She's splurged a year ago for good fuck-me heels but had never had the excuse to wear them; save her for showing her cat Oreo, (and he frankly failed to see what all the fuss had been concerning her new footwear as she walked back and forth in front of a full length mirror in the apartment). She had an entirely different audience to see the shoes tonight however; an audience that would indeed know the significance of those heels, (and who'd appreciate the significance of them pointing skywards as they flashed their lovely blood red soles).

Karl took her by the arm and slowly they stepped across the street, to their destination for the evening. Otto was there at the door of Club Perpetuity, pale as ever but with a broad grin of expectation. He was pleased to see them both. He made another one of those sweeps of his hand like the grand circus ring-master he'd been back in his mortal days, and Karl taking his lead nodded politely and stepped past him with Kristie; both disappearing from the crowded street through the club entrance beneath the establishment's flashing neon sign.

They stepped into the middle of the club as the OOT! OOT! OOT! pounded away and the music vibrated Kristie's ribcage. They began to move. They danced as impossibly beautiful and tragically hip beings whirled and flailed and whirled some more all around them. They all seem joined together on that floor as one throbbing hive of dance in a sea of pulsing techno, strobes, and red light. It was a joyful uber-hip yet sad chic (the vibe of this place), and to be honest with herself; Kristie adored it. Its fun to be the sad death hipster; a sort of permanent Momento Mori performance artist, she thought.

Several songs carried them through the gyrating non-stop aerobic thrashing of beautiful bodies, and designer clothing; all too lovely to not be worn, she realized. She'd made the correct decision she decided about her skimpy black dress and the red shoes. She'd also brought a different black clutch purse to fit the mood here better.

It worked. Those painfully cool types noticed her; and appreciated the nuances of her choice of apparel as they frolicked and spun here, there, and everywhere around her and Karl. In time however, Karl decided once again to move the festivities to the edge of the space, and to the clad piles of flesh humping away at the margins of the great room's vast expanse.

Just like the night before, the floor seemed to move in the manner of writhing nude snakes as they waded into the riptide mass of fucking; gorgeous bodies humping and fucking, eating and sucking in every direction with insatiable hedonism. Kristie marveled for a moment at the spectacle of torrid tangled flesh as it twisted and rubbed in a great grinding copulation all around her at knee-high level, then seeing Karl already beginning to disrobe, she followed his lead. Their clothes ended up in a pair of little piles, more or less about their feet. Undead orgy etiquette more or less assured their belongings would not be disturbed nor violated; as for their bodies, well that was another matter entirely!

"How does this work?" Kristie asked as Karl drew her close in a nude flesh-upon-flesh embrace; both of them still standing above the fornicating masses.

"You must drink my blood," he told her taking her face in one hand and bringing her lips to his for a tender kiss; a kiss that turned into another one of the those tongue fucks. Her clit throbbed and her nipples became hard as red pebbles. Pulling away after an exceptionally long kiss that left her wobbly in her knees and veritable putty in his deft hands he continued,

"Yes, as I said, you drink my blood, but only if you truly wish to go through with this. If you want to we can simply fuck; in fact you can fuck with any of those you see here, and we can call it a night. We go home and you stay the way you are. None of them will harm you, I've seen to that. I'm a bit senior to those here in this colony and they know better than to go against my wishes. I have pull."

"So do I," she said yanking her hand up and down the hooked horn of his great throbbing pony cock. It pulse feverishly in her palm as she ran her hand up and down, up and down, up and down.

He thrust his hips against her caresses involuntarily. There was no show or performance in this; she'd legitimately gotten inside his head for a change. This masturbatory technique of hers was superb and he simply fucking loved it! She smiled mischievously and asked him,

"What is it?"

"Its just...ooohhhh," he replied with a happy shudder, "you tug my cock like the woman who lived upstairs from me in Vienna, forever ago!"

"She used to jerk you off?"

"Among other things, yes," he admitted. She continued stroking him and he simply played back the memory in his head for her,

"her husband would leave early for work. She'd see me in hallway or on the stairs. One day she asked me to come into her apartment to help her put up a shelf that had fallen. Once she had me inside, she locked the door behind us. It was then she pushed me onto her settee and I realized there was no shelf."

Kristie giggled. She thought it funny he could ever have been so naïve. She supposed there was a first time for everything as he related,

"She was all kisses and hands down my pants. She pulled it out and started tugging it the way you are doing now. It felt, nice. For a young man on his own for the first time, it was all new and magical. She made it spout and I remember her laughing as I apologized. She simply shushed me and told me if I could keep a secret she's make me say sorry every day at the same time,"

"Go on," Kristie said, her fist now applying a vigorous tennis-racquet grip upon him as she leaned in close and cupped the meatiness of his balls with her other hand.

"We did as she suggested," he explained, " meeting each day. She'd sit me down with my pants open, pulling on me and kissing me and I'd make a mess of her hands and her dress. Then as the days passed we did, other things. All the things a young man can imagine, and some things he cant."

"She plucked the flower of your innocence?"

"She did," he nodded remembering things with the corners of his mouth turning up ever so slightly.

Yep, Kristie had brought some things back for him. Things from another time... another life, that might as well have been eons past. He came back into the present and his eyes turned to hers and stared directly into her soul thoughtfully and soberly.

"So what's the answer?" he asked her, "Do we proceed with your transformation?"

She looked to him, and glanced around the room of humping nudes; carnal acts and pleasure taking place in every form and in every direction it seemed. The bodies were indeed gorgeous; impossibly so. Forever young and beautiful too. She returned her gaze back to his and pulling him in for a kiss while her fist became a furious blur on his fleshy curved horn of cock. Pulling away with from his lips she answered,

"YES! I've had no life before this, and I'm not losing anything... just pushing forward!"

He nodded. He understood her wishes. This decision had been all hers; not any part of his influence or mind games. He'd wanted the choice to be hers, now he had his answer.

He pulled her to him in a great powerful embrace and kissed her. Again the tongue fucked her the "O" of her lips insatiably. She expected him to pull her to the floor, to ravage her; to take her once and for all.... but no.

He turned his face to the humping throng. Lewd grinning gargoyle faces all leered back. He smiled and nodded to them. Cautiously two forms rose from the heap of humping flesh; distinctly male, both of them. Behind them their female concubines seethed and hissed with raging sexual frustration until they saw other opportunities in the log jam of limbs and bodies. The the pair of sirens slithered into the tangles of banging heaving fuck as the two towering males - one black one white and bearded with thick red hair, approached Kristie and Karl.

No words were needed from Karl. The two rogues knew what to do. Kristie was seized up and taken to the floor.

Ass high and head low, she found her cheeks and jowls stuffed by the red bearded fiend's cock as the black demon stallion skewered her twat from behind; his tree trunk-sized dong threatening to split her from the very stretch. The horny black buck plowed in up to his balls in one go. She screamed against the cock in her mouth; the sounds and joy and pain blaring out her nostrils as the both cocks commenced to savage her in a vicious spit-roasting.

She loved it. She loved each thrust, each grope of her flesh, each sharp smack of her ass. She loved the powerful male hands that gripped her throat, the balls that slapped her chin and Venus mound. She loved being taken; the complete and utter wanton center of attention.

She was splashed at both ends with cum, hot salty seedings filling her to the brim; before she was flipped around for "the switch," finding her mouth stuffed with black member while white penile snake buggered her rectum rotten. Every masturbatory fantasy she'd had paled before what was being done to her, and yet there was more to cum. Splashed again at both ends and filled with hot penile pudding that ran over her chin and from the shocked gaping crater of her asshole, she was only met by other hungry fiends stroking ferociously angry members with busy hands in preparation for 'their turn.' She didn't mind in the least; there was plenty of her to go around, and she happily realized there seemed to be no shortage of them!

Off to one side Kristie noticed Karl being approached by two women. One appeared to be an Asian seductress (possibly Japanese), the other a black Nubian goddess. Karl seemed to recognize both and greeted each with warm embraces and deep soulful kisses which seemed to force both women's knees to buckle.

Had her mouth not been stuffed with yet another cock and her cunt been well impaled by the member of another fiendishly friendly handsome stranger, Kristie might have found herself jealous. As it was however, she reveled in seeing Karl enjoy himself as he went to the floor with the demon sluts; each stroke of his cock inside them she felt, each kiss on their bodies and breasts she could relish. It was like a great voyeuristic energy that built up inside her, stoke by the mind-bond she'd established with Karl. She was feeding off his excitement and as he made eye contact with her at a distance; she could tell he fed off hers!

The cocks spouted again and again; coating Kristie's well-plowed channels. Upon each occasion when a fiend finished business with her insides, he was quickly replaced by another in what seemed to be an assembly line of perverse penetration and jetting hot spoogery. She'd become a demonic cum dumpster; happily wallowing in her fate. She was now the greediest of cock gluttons. She could be stabbed with cock for all eternity; splashed inside and out with sticky jism till it oozed out every single pore for all she cared!

Karl looked upon Kristie's wanton hedonism with approval; she'd MORE than fit in here, he observed to himself. At the moment he was balls deep in the mouth of the beautiful black woman as she throated him in the manner of a hungry baby bird seeking a meal from its parent. A few slurps later and his throbbing member was popped into the hot sucking pouty pucker of the Japanese cocksucktress, who tugged and milked at it with selfish zeal. After minute or so of this Karl decided there was no reason to delay things any further.

He pulled his cock from the nubile Nipponese nympho's hungry nad-nibbler. He then addressed both both women seriously while wanking his veiny throbber with one hand; the din of the club far too loud for Kristie to hear. The two women nodded eagerly, always happy to please the master. A moment later and both ladies of the night flashed their fangs in greedy smiles. Karl returned their toothy grins with one of his own.

The toothsome two fell upon him not a split second later; the black woman taking Karl's member in her choppers and sucking him furiously while her Asian partner in carnal crime took his scrotum in her mouth, munching upon his balls. Karl flinched as their fangs sank into him, then an unmistakeable expression of pleasure spread across that face. He rested palms upon the tops of their heads as the two women commenced to feed; Kristie witnessing the whole thing despite having a mouth, asshole, and cunt stuffed full of rutting cocks.

It was now the bites fell upon Kristie. The fellow splitting her asshole from above was first. He fell forward and sank his teeth into her shoulder; commencing to feed at the exact moment he began ejaculating into the stinky void of Kristie's battered rectum. With his last pulsing jet of semen up her bottom-hole he extricated himself and began biting down her back; placing little nibbles and punctures at regular intervals until he reached the fullness of her buttocks for one final sucking chomp to her backside.

Kristie cried out in a mixture of pain and seething debauched joy. No sooner had the fellow munching her moon finished, the fellow beneath her with his cock impaled up her pussy sank his teeth into her neck. She gasped with reckless hedonism as the one feeding on her neck shuddered and came with a cock sending hot jets of seed into the farthest reaches of her womb. Meanwhile that devil dong in her mouth began to jet, filling her gullet once again with hot spouts of salty cum.

The fellow corking her cocksucker thrashed his head left and right; the power of his orgasm so wonderfully intense. With his last squirt of jism in Kristie's jowls, he withdrew himself, moving to one side of her; only to fall upon her shoulder and chomp down with selfish zeal. The pokes to her pussy and the toothy jabs to her body had the desired effect; screeching and shuddering she came ever so hard, sobbing and bawling with joy!

Karl now beckoned for Kristie. Her gnawing suitors sensing their snack was over, released her from their choppers. She rose and moved to Karl, who motioned courteously to the two women at his loins that Kristie would indeed be cutting in. Sensing their nibblings on Karl's nads to be at an end, the two she-demons retreated to the throng of humping groaning flesh; each seeking out a new partner to grind upon.

Karl had Kristie to take up a position before him on her knees. She did as directed. He towered above her majestically; holding his stiff hooked penis in a sure, stroking hand; eyeing her with hunger. It then Kristie saw it.

Karl's hooked throbbing member had two bite marks; twin puncture wounds trickling little rivulets of blood. Beneath the cock hung his meaty balls; another pair of crimson puncture marks clearly visible upon them. The two she-devils had done fine work. He'd been "prepared" for her.

"Take my cock," he said cupping her cheek tenderly with his hand, "and feed my love!"

She leaned forward and through parted lips partook of him. She sucked and fellated; milking him with savage genuine hunger as she rudely stuffed the cock into her throat. Karl closed his eyes and thoroughly enjoyed himself as she fed upon him, throating his demonic dong and pausing only long enough to wank his stiffie while sucking his warm balls like only the most succulent of hairy delicacies.

She could taste it... that peculiar irony essence of blood mixed with precum and the whole bizarre perverted nature of it all made her frig her bean between her legs absolutely rotten! Karl knew she was now traveling on a one-way ticket. She could have turned back from this course, but he knew in his heart of hearts, she did not want to - and quite frankly she knew it too!

Back n' forth between his cock and balls she went, sucking and licking fiendish vigor. The blood alone should have repelled her but no, after the first few warm gulps it awakened something in her; something primal, wildly hedonistic and something old as the very universe itself. She gave him the most magnificent head of her life, and it was fitting as that life would soon be at an end; with a new one just beginning!

Karl wheezed, and stared off into space; felt the jolt rising from his balls. He seized Kristie's raven locks and humped hips against her face. He was THERE!

"AAAARRRGGHHH!" Karly bellowed with heaving lungful's of joy, his cock rupturing in Kristie's mouth.

She felt his rush, hot and warm; salty seed mixed with blood, a great flow of blood in fact. She hesitated but a moment and gulped his rushing gift of eternal life. She immediately felt hot. Sweat poured down her brow as her hand dug frantically at her clit. She found the correct pace and rhythm with her hand and then, OH YES... she brought herself off with her fingers while that cock filled her gullet to the brim and Karl gasped above her in spectacular triumph!

She pulled away from his demonic dong. She paused, only to lift the cock high that she could crane her head beneath and suckle those massive hairy balls; feeding at the wound and drawing still more blood in her maw. Post orgasmic bliss had turned her into the most wanton of wanton whores; not that she cared. She couldn't care in the least now... she was ravenous for sex and for male essence; beyond anything she had ever experienced before! She could do this again and again and again; stuff him and all the other cocks present in every nook and cranny her body had to offer, (and yet she still never get enough). It was the beginning of THE HUNGER for her, (and OOOH she loved it)!

Her eyes flashed... or was it the room? Light and darkness, more light more darkness, and then searing white hot light registered blazed before her eyes. It dazzled and blinded her, she sank to the floor amidst the throng of humping welcoming bodies, all of them happy to welcome a new one to their numbers.
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She awoke. It was dawn. She was safe and home, laid out upon her futon; Oreo licked his paw next to her and eyed her with twitch of his ears, a flick of his tail and a curt MEOW. A note beside her merely read,

"I'll be in touch! See you at work tomorrow evening. Karl"

Her sickness began. It felt like the flu... but went away, then returned. She felt sick the next day at work, but little trooper that she was... she pushed on through it. Karl was right, she could hear see, and sense everything. It was all very distracting. Distracting didn't even come close to describing it.

She met with Karl that night. She worked late again anyhow. She couldn't stop being the good little trooper. Odd however, she noticed as the sun went down and the others left for the day, she was able to focus; to pull shit together and make sense of the things on her computer screen; remarkably so even! Her hands seemed lightning fast on her keyboard, on her phone, hell... the only thing that seemed faster was her mind. Calculations seemed to fly through her head in no time at all.

"Ahem?" Karl cleared his throat behind her, all beams and grins.

"Doing well," he asked.

She was up out of her chair, throwing her arms about him. She was all hugs and kisses and gropes and office impropriety. Her hand went down his pants.

"Doing MARVELOUS now!" she gasped, pulling his face to hers as those lips met his in a crushing smooch; her hand yanking and jacking that stiffening horn of a cock that sprouted from his trousers with her blurring hand.

So it wasn't merely her typing that was faster; the way he bucked hips against her impromptu handjob, he appreciated the fact things were different. Oh he did indeed! He most certainly did!

He led her to her old haunt; the ladies' restroom. They fucked like rabid wild beasts on the toilet, the fucked upon the floor. They headed down to his office, banging and fucking with reckless abandon on his desk. His desk was not enough however.

"Come," he told her, "take my hand."

"What do you...?" she gasped, delirious with otherworldly knockout sex.

"Just come," he said calmly as he took her hand.

They fucked on every desk in the cube farm, each and every one. They fucked in the conference rooms. They fucked in the elevator... all of it so nasty and lurid, yet none of it visible. They were now blindingly fast, and as vapory shadows so long as Karl made contact with her. At last, they parted, their work and nightly encounters complete. Dawn and the new work day arrived for Kristie.

She repeated the routine, her days filled by flu like misery and pushing through work and the early evening filled by Karl filling up her nooks and crannies with his throbbing hot member. She reveled in her ability to think, work, and fuck with new abilities up until now she couldn't comprehend. The process went on itself for four days.

Then it came. An email arrived bright and early that day, fifth day. From Human Resources.

She was transferred, to a new work schedule. Same desk, same work, same office; just new hours. She would work the night shift, the graveyard shift. Karl had been very busy in his spare time, greasing the correct skids and filling out the correct e-forms to make the action complete. She accepted with the corner office without so much as one second of hesitation.

That evening, the routine repeated itself for a fifth time, yet there was something different. When the night ended, Karl sensing she'd become one very much like himself made a suggestion. They rushed through what work was to be done and left; skipped out onto the town for a myriad of adventures, that ended up with them back at the club for debauchery till dawn, well... close to dawn. The flight back was a quick one, save the fact that they played tag for a few minutes; flitting in and out of the rain clouds like school kids who'd not come in from recess despite the fact the class bell had rung.

The sun rose, bright and fresh, sending warm glow everywhere across the city; everywhere that is with the exception of the old abandoned church. The roof and walls and windows took their faire share of the warming rays of the sunshine but the basement and the crypt, that was a different story. It was cool it was calm it was dark and peaceful.

It was eternally night down there. The night prevailed. Nothing stirred, save the closing of the lid on Karl's oversized vault. It creaked to a shudder of stone upon stone; sealing the occupants in for the day.

"You comfortable?" Karl asked her.

"Yes," Kristie replied snuggling up her nude body upon his and draping a leg over his form lazily, "and by the way, you didn't have to go through all this trouble fixing the place up? I mean, its huge I know but its still a casket and we just sleep here,"

"Except when we fuck," he said chuckling to himself and pointing at the sticky patch of his semen on her thigh.

"Except when we fuck," she agreed, " but you really tricked this place out. I mean, you ran cable down here?"

"I used to be an electrician," he reminded her, "and I wanted you to be able to get your shows. Think of it down here as the ultimate Netflix and chill. Its why the freezer and mini fridge are right next to us along with the microwave,"

"You're so considerate," she said, her fangs showing as she flashed her smile and stroked his cock lovingly in her palm," you have everything,"

"I do now!" he agreed, playfully biting her on her neck and making her squeal.

He rolled over on top of her. His penis found its way inside her. She wheezed a happy sigh of contentment as he proceeded to thrust hips in a sweet grind; giving her a nice horizontal sleeping pill.

Up above them on the roof of the vault, Oreo licked his paws and flicked his tail. He'd come down to the cool dampness of the crypt. His kitty food bowl and his water had been laid out for him on the stone floor. He'd greet Kristie and Karl this evening. In the meantime, he merely watched for the odd mouse or two to scurry past and he waited for night to come several hours from now; quite content and happy his mistress had found someone to share the sweetest darkness with!
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The End​