Sharon's Journey Continues - Fiona's Coven
...What Could be Better than a Super Sexy, All-Female Vampire Coven!
Prior uploads should be read first. Shorter stories, this is the second of at least three. Fiona had disclosed that she leads an all-female coven. Sharon meets them all and has to decide whether to take her final transformative steps.
Only about a month after Linda and I had fucked the rugby team all night long, I honestly felt like I'd been a vampire forever. My mortal life was now an increasingly vague and faint memory. That was to some degree natural. My new existence with Fiona was so different and so much more fulfilling, it was natural that my mortal life increasingly seemed a distant memory. I was now pretty much without inhibitions, strong and confident. And I needed all my new powers to keep up with my mistress.
It was only thanks to my vampire stamina and strength was I able to not only survive but thrive embracing the nightly sexual adventures that now just seemed to happen with Fiona and me. I was still so young as a vampire that I was totally focused on exploring my darkest desires and pushing to try to find my sexual boundaries. Happily, I had yet to find any sexual boundaries. I was still both enjoying my new existence and never bored. Every day I was more in love with Fiona than I had dreamed possible and really happy with Linda as a companion, lover, and loyal servant. To think that I could be in love with such hot creatures, who were just as addicted as me to long thick dicks and juicy wet pussies, truly meant my new life as one of the undead was beyond good.
Every evening right after I awoke and began to prepare for another new adventure, I was almost compelled to stop and pose opposite our big mirror, before I even pooped and peed. Yes, vampires still do that, but there is almost no poop and depending on how much we drink, not a lot of pee, now red of course. I stopped, not because I was at all embarrassed or shocked by my improved body. Actually, now I embraced my vanity, enjoying the power and pleasure of my enhanced body. I never tired of looking over at that mirror, grinning at the hot reflection of my super sexy new body. Of course, a big part of my physical hotness was my long fangs, so white against my dark red lips. I loved not just that was almost always the hottest in any room, but that I was an undead killer. Having said that, I did love what my transformation had meant for my body.
I was still a slender 5'4", but nothing else remained from my human body. My boobs were noticeably bigger and rounder, defying gravity in never needing support. Against my petite torso my new C cups looked massive, definitely big enough to work well with my matching, enlarged nipples, now sporting big silver rings. My face was dramatically thinner, very angular, as is I was a model, if a model would ever be as short as I was. And not just my face, but the rest of my body now had not a hint of excess fat. In fact, from head to toe I was super muscular, ripped, and fit. My lack of body fat was something Fiona had said was quite common among vampires.
My hair, while still blonde was not anything like the preppy refined hairdo I'd preferred as a librarian. It was the total opposite of that blonde, almost brownish, color. Now my hair with its bright color and pornstar hairdo was attracting all sorts of attention every night. My once restrained mousy hair was now a huge, curly platinum river falling halfway down my back. And of course, after Fiona transformed me, no hair existed below my thin arched eyebrows. For sure I was determined that nothing would ever again hide my pussy. It was now dark red, always wet, with its larger super-sensitive clit rubbing against my pierced hood. My now prominent ringed labial lips were hanging down, almost as red and large as my mistress and lover Fiona.
This was without a doubt a body custom made for enticing partners into a night of unbelievable sexual fun. But while my partners focused on taking me to bed and a fucking this hot body, they didn't know me at all. What most could never have imagined is that this was also a body that, when my evil mind decided to go another direction, was very able to kill easily and happily. And yes, I didn't just tolerate violence, I often sought it out and reveled in it. I was getting to love a slow draining of my lover, but even more the fast kill. That could be taking just a moment to bite deeply into a large artery and drain my victim, cleanly, or when I ripped open half their neck to drink deeply while blood spurted out and drenched me.
But sometimes it was all about anticipation for me and my victim. I learned to love when I slowed down and took my time to terrorize my victim, taking sadistic pleasure in slowly and painfully taking their life with a number of bites and drinks, as I absorbed and enjoyed their rising terror. Despite my petite, but almost bimboish physique, I could now beat the biggest MMA fighter to a pulp without sweating, making any human victim doomed, whether or not they knew it. And as this new undead creature, I actually was hugely turned on by inflicting pain, especially if it was an asshole and culminated in killing my victim as a I ripped their throat open and drained them of their blood while fucking them. I guess to call it what it was, I was literally fucking them to death.
I still woke up as slowly as when I was a mortal, but in something that matched the new me, usually woke up with stiff nipples and a dripping pussy, ready for the first fuck of the evening, preferably even before I'd had a shower. Sadly, most nights I didn't enjoy that first fuck right away, but I had some awesome nights where my partners took care of me before I'd even had a shower. Tonight, I woke up alone on a cool early fall Friday evening, perfect for any adventure. So, I rummaged around in my big walk-in closet for the perfect outfit to entice and bewitch some hot man or woman in a downtown club.
Tonight, my outfit was totally designed to attract attention and tease, though I didn't set myself any specific goal. I was the total package, from my ripped curvy body, with my very pale skin and bright platinum hair, to, with a little bit of tongue in cheek, my blood red choices for my clothing. I had to admit, as I looked myself over in that big mirror, I was irresistible. I had on thigh high red fishnets, but the only other clothing I had on was a blood red little clubbing dress, barely covering my stockings and almost showing my wet hairless dark red pussy. The dress was so tight wearing any lingerie was just not possible. Though that would have shocked mortal Sharon, as a vampire I thought it was simply convenient to omit my panties and bra for my adventures tonight.
