Chapter 18: The Sun Sets, The Hunt Begins
The grey light had leached out of the basement by the time Alisha's eyes opened. The coffin lid pressed down above her, dark and close, and the first thing she felt was the tacky film of cum dried across her stomach and thighs, stiff as a second skin. The second thing was the weight between her legs, still heavy and half-hard against her hip.
She lay still a moment, breathing in the cedar and the polish and the faint sour tang of her own release. Her hand found the shaft, and it stirred under her fingers, filling again with a slow, insistent heat. She smiled in the dark.
The lid swung open with a groan. Candlelight met her eyes, low and orange, and the cool air of the coffin room touched her skin with goosebumps. Chloe and Jessica. Their lids were still down, sealed against the fading day. Somewhere in the building above, a bell rang for evening classes.
Alisha climbed out naked, her cock standing thick and proud in front of her, and she let it bob as she walked across the stone floor to the iron door. It opened at her touch, silent on its hinges.
The office beyond was lit. The single hanging bulb cast its pale cone over the desk, and the blackened mirror above it glinted in the shadows. Agnes sat in the worn leather chair, legs crossed, her long black dress pooling around her feet. Her elbows rested on the arms of the chair, and her chin was propped on her steepled fingers. She was smiling.
"You're up early," Alisha said. Her own voice came out rougher than she expected, still sleep-thick and hungry.
"So are you." Agnes's pale grey eyes traveled down Alisha's body and stopped at her cock. Her smile widened, slow and knowing. "It suits you."
"Can you sense it?"
"Every vampire in the building can sense it." Agnes rose from the chair and came around the desk, her bare feet silent on the stone. "It's like a bell ringing in the dark. A new note in a chord we all know."
Alisha reached down and wrapped her hand around the shaft. It was fully hard now, flushed dark, the head slick and shining with pre-cum. She gave it a slow pull, base to tip, and her hips rolled forward into her fist.
"Does it bother you?"
"No." Agnes stopped a pace away, close enough that Alisha could smell the old blood on her breath. "It intrigues me."
Alisha's hand worked faster, a rhythm building in the quiet room, the wet sound of it filling the space between them. Her head fell back and her fangs caught the light as she let out a low groan.
"You want to see it," Alisha said.
Agnes's grey eyes never left her cock. "Show me what it does."
Alisha leaned back against the desk, the wood hard and cold at the small of her back. She spread her legs and worked her shaft with both hands, stroking fast and hot, the skin tight under her palms. Pre-cum ran down her knuckles in glossy strings and she smeared it over the crown with her thumb.
"Look at you," Agnes breathed. "You made this. You grew it."
"I woke up with it. It was just there."
"Fate," Agnes said. "Or hunger. The body learns what it needs."
Alisha laughed, a breathless sound. Her hips thrust up into her fists, her balls pulled tight against her body. The pressure built low in her gut like a living thing, coiling and blooming.
"I want to fuck someone with it," she got out. "I want to bury it in your cunt until you scream."
"Show me," Agnes said again.
Alisha's rhythm broke. She gripped the base of her cock and pumped savagely, her body arching off the desk, her heel digging into the floor. The orgasm tore out of her with a long, guttural moan, and cum sprayed in thick white ropes across her stomach, caught on the edge of the desk, splattered the stone floor between her feet.
She kept stroking through it, milking the head with her fist, until her balls were empty and her hand was slick past the wrist. She stood there, chest heaving, cock still hard and glistening, and looked at Agnes with feral, crimson eyes.
Agnes stepped forward. She knelt, unhurried, her grey eyes never leaving Alisha's face, and she leaned in and pressed her mouth to the head of Alisha's cock.
Alisha's breath stopped.
Agnes's tongue swiped across the slit, tasting the last pearl of cum, and she pulled back with a faint, satisfied smile.
"Interesting," she said. "It tastes like you. But wilder."
Alisha's hand shot out and grabbed the back of Agnes's head. Her fingers closed in the grey hair, and she pulled the vampire's mouth back to her cock.
"Finish what you started," she said. "I want to feel you swallow it."
Agnes's grey head went down without hesitation. Her lips parted around the crown, tongue flat against the underside, and she took Alisha's cock into her mouth inch by inch. Alisha's hips twitched and her hand tightened in Agnes's hair. The vampire librarian's throat worked as she swallowed the length, her cheeks hollowing with each pull. She slid down until her nose pressed against Alisha's belly, her grey eyes looking up from under her lashes, tears at the corners from the stretch.
Alisha held her there, feeling the wet heat of Agnes's throat clamp down around her cock. She pulled back until just the head was inside her mouth, then drove forward again, the sound wet and obscene. Agnes took it all, every thrust, her hands gripping Alisha's thighs for balance. The office filled with the noise of it: the slap of skin, Agnes's muffled moans, Alisha's ragged breathing.
The iron door clanged open.
Alisha froze. Her head snapped up, and she saw Chloe in the doorway, Jessica a step behind her. Chloe's hair was a mess, her rumpled clothes clinging to her still-soft skin, and her crimson eyes fixed on the sight before her. Agnes knelt between Alisha's legs with her mouth full, and Alisha's cock glistened wet and thick where it disappeared into the grey-haired vampire's throat.
Chloe's fangs bared in a slow grin, and she let out a throaty laugh. "Damn, we miss everything."
Jessica ducked past Chloe, her eyes already widening. She pulled her shirt over her head, tossed it onto a shelf of files, and kicked off her jeans in two quick motions. Chloe stripped faster. A moment later they were both naked, skin pale in the hanging bulb's light, fangs already down, eyes shining.
Chloe turned and bent over the desk, hands flat on the worn wood, her ass arched up and wet between her thighs. Jessica pressed against her side from behind, bent low too, her cunt slick and glistening as she pushed her hips back. "Don't just stand there with your mouth open, maker," Chloe said. "We've been waiting all day."
Alisha pulled Agnes off her cock with a wet pop. Agnes rose, unsteady, lips red and swollen, a thin string of spit connecting her mouth to the head of Alisha's cock.
"Go," Alisha said. "Lick them both before I put it in."
Agnes's smile never wavered. She stepped behind the two bent-over vampires, spread Jessica's ass cheeks with both hands, and pressed her face into the wet heat of her cunt. Jessica gasped and shivered, her fists clenching against the desk. Agnes's tongue worked in fast circles over her clit, then slid down to press inside her, drinking her slick.
Alisha watched for one hot second. Then she stepped up behind Chloe, lined up the head of her cock with the entrance of her wet, open cunt, and pushed.
Chloe's back arched. A long cry tore from her throat and she pushed her hips back to take more. Alisha grabbed her hips, yanked her against her belly with each thrust, and drove all the way in. The wet sound of it filled the office. The desk scraped against the stone floor with every pounding stroke.
"Fuck," Chloe gasped. "Fuck, that's big."
"Take it," Alisha growled, and slammed in harder.
Agnes had moved to Chloe's mouth now, kneeling in front of her with her dress hiked up to her waist. Chloe took the grey-haired vampire's clit between her lips on autopilot, tongue laving it, eyes rolling back as Alisha's cock hit the deepest part of her. Jessica watched, panting, one hand between her own legs, rubbing herself in fast circles.
Alisha pulled out of Chloe, grabbed her by the hips, and spun her around. She gave one hard thrust back in, making Chloe cry out, and fucked her face-up across the desk, her breasts bouncing, her head knocking against the wood.
Then she pulled out again, stepped to Jessica, and drove her cock into the slick, wet cunt that had been waiting. Jessica screamed. Her head snapped back, and Agnes's tongue slid up the inside of her thigh.
Alisha fucked her raw and fast, her balls slapping against Jessica's ass, the whole desk shaking. She reached around with one hand, found Chloe's clit, and rubbed it hard while she pounded Jessica. Chloe's knees gave out and she slid down the desk's edge, coming hard against Alisha's fingers with a strangled moan.
"Both," Alisha growled. "I want both of you on it."
With a wet slide she pulled out of Jessica, and the two of them rearranged themselves. Chloe on the bottom, Jessica pressed against her back, both of them facing the desk and looking back over their shoulders at Alisha, cunts slick and open.
Alisha lined up and pushed into Chloe, deep and hard, then tilted her hips and drove into Jessica. She fucked them in one long stroke, pulling out until just the head was in Jessica, then driving back in until she was buried to the hilt in Chloe. The rhythm built fast. Wet slapping skin echoed off the stone walls, and both vampires moaned in overlapping counterpoint.
Agnes knelt below them, her mouth finding each clit in turn as Alisha thrust, tongue working fast, drinking them as they dripped.
The heat curled in Alisha's gut, tight and low, and she slammed in harder, faster, her thighs slapping against their asses. Chloe came first, a high keening wail, her cunt clenching around Alisha's cock. Jessica followed a second later, shuddering, spasming, her head thrown back.
Alisha drove in one last time, buried herself as deep as she could go, and came with a roar. Cum flooded Chloe's cunt in thick rope after rope, hot and endless, splashing out around the shaft. She kept pumping until her balls were empty, then pulled out of Chloe's heat and drove straight into Jessica's soaked hole, seed still leaking, and came again there.
"Oh god," Jessica whispered, shuddering against Chloe.
Alisha stood there, chest heaving, cock still slick and half-hard, and watched her two creatures pant and drip on the desk. Agnes rose from below, a satisfied grin on her grey face, her chin wet with their combined slick.
"Interesting," Agnes said, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. "I've never seen that take more than one."
"Neither have I," Alisha breathed. She smiled, feeling the pulse of her cock slow. "Now. Who's up for the nurse's station at the east wing?"
Chloe laughed, fangs bared, her tongue sliding over her lower lip as she pushed herself up on unsteady arms. Jessica bent down and swallowed the cum leaking from Chloe's cunt, licking her clean with a satisfied moan.
Agnes watched them with her chin on her hand, grey eyes shining in the hanging bulb's light. She had pulled her dress down, smoothed it over her hips like nothing had happened.
"Give me two minutes to recover and I'll be ready," Chloe said.
She slid off the desk on shaky legs and picked up her shirt from the floor. Jessica came up beside her, licking the last drops of Alisha's seed from her lips.
Alisha's cock was still half-hard, slick with the mingled fluids of all three of them. She wiped it absently on her thigh and watched her creatures dress.
"We have a hole left," she said. "Two, actually."
Agnes raised an eyebrow.
"The coffins. We have six, we fill four. Someone could be number five."
Chloe stopped mid-button and looked back at her. Her fangs slid down past her lip, slow and interested. "You want another?"
"Don't you?" Alisha said.
Chloe's smile spread wide and wicked. "I want someone new. Someone fresh and scared, someone we can break apart slowly. Not just a hunt. That's too quick. I want a sister."
Agnes's grey eyes flicked from Chloe to Alisha. "You've been dead three days and you're already building a coven."
"Who said you could stop me?"
Agnes laughed, a low dry sound. "I didn't. I like it."
Alisha dressed too, zipping her skirt with one hand. The cock still rode high against her hip, flushed with leftover heat. She liked the weight of it, the reminder.
"Where do we find her?" Jessica asked. She had her jeans on and her shirt, mussed and careless, a blood smile riding her lips. "We just killed everyone we know."
Agnes touched the desk with the tip of a finger. Her voice came low, sweet and cold. "I hold a new hire in processing. A girl from the nursing wing. Bright, competent, always asking the right questions. No one would miss her for a day or two."
"Promise?" Chloe asked.
"Promise." Agnes smiled, thin and grey. "She's on the east wing tonight. Chambers. I saw her walk out of the last lecture and turn toward the nurse's station."
Alisha moved to the desk and picked up her coat. She pulled it on slowly, savoring the feel of the cold wool over her still-warm skin. Then she turned and looked at the three of them, Agnes in her long dark dress, Chloe and Jessica half-dressed and hungry.
A fourth, a sister and a prey. Chloe had the hunger already, and Jessica looked ready to leave. The thought of setting into a new one, of naming it after Chloe's slick-throat wail, of hearing the first female gasp of new hunting, drove a thick pulse down her thighs.
Alisha grinned, fangs out.
"Let's go meet her, then."
She moved to the iron door, and the others followed. The basement stair was cold and dark, the stack lights off above them. Alisha climbed, her step sure, her hand on the rail, and behind her Chloe's whisper reached her over the darkness.
"When we turn her," Chloe said, quiet and eager, "can we teach her to worship it first?"