Chapter 21: The Enthusiast's Initiation
Nancy closed the door on the fading gray dawn and turned to Ellie, whose wide eyes had not yet left her bare body. She ran a hand down the girl's arm, felt the goosebumps rising there.
"You have questions," Nancy said. "They can wait. In the meantime, come down and meet your sisters properly."
She led her down the stairs into the velvet den. Alice, Margaret, and Samantha still lounged on the couches, naked and unbothered, their pale skin glowing in the candlelight. They all turned at the new footsteps. Samantha's crimson eyes narrowed, assessing. Margaret smiled, slow and indulgent. Alice looked curious, a fledgling's hunger still sharp in her gaze.
"This is Ellie," Nancy said, steering her into the center of the room. "She has been watching us for a while. She knows what we are. And she wants to join us."
"Wants to be turned?" Samantha asked, sitting up. Her voice was warm but teasing. "You know what you're asking for?"
"Yes," Ellie said, and her voice did not waver. "I've wanted this my whole life. Everything I've read, every story. I know what it is. I know what it does to you. I don't care. I want it."
Nancy laughed low. She turned to Ellie, tilting her chin up.
"Strip," she said. "Lay on the couch."
Ellie's fingers fumbled at the buttons of her flannel shirt. She got it off, then her tank top, her jeans. Her underwear followed. She was pale, soft, unmarked, with a neat patch of dark hair between her thighs. She lay down on the couch where Alice had just been, her legs together, her arms at her sides. Her eyes flickered nervously between the watching vampires, but her body was still. Expectant.
Nancy slowly stepped over to the couch, her cock stiff from watching the girl undress. Her hips rolled with each step. She climbed onto the couch, kneeled between Ellie's spread legs, and looked down at her.
"Remember," Nancy said, low and intimate. "You stay still. You take what I give you. And you trust me."
"Yes," Ellie whispered. "I trust you."
Nancy guided her cock, thick and erect, to the entrance of Ellie's pussy, and slid inside. The girl let out a sharp breath, arching up beneath her, tightening around her length. Nancy groaned and pushed deeper until she was fully buried inside her. She leaned forward, her hands on either side of Ellie's head, and began to thrust with slow, measured strokes. Each push made Ellie gasp, made the girl moan and lift her hips to meet her.
The other vampires watched. Samantha crossed her legs, leaning forward with a hungry, approving look. Margaret's tongue ran along her fangs. Alice lay back, one hand idly wandering down her own body, her crimson eyes fixed on the two of them.
"Look at how eager she is," Margaret murmured. "She's trembling."
"She's waited her whole life for this," Nancy said, her voice dropping low and filmy. She felt Ellie's hot breath on her throat, felt the girl's pulse hammering against her skin. Her own hunger rose to meet that rhythm. She bent her head lower, her lips brushing the curve of Ellie's neck.
"You want it, don't you? The whole messy, gorgeous gift of it."
"Yes," Ellie breathed. "Yes, Nancy. Please."
Nancy opened her mouth. Her fangs slipped along the taut skin of Ellie's throat for a moment, teasing, testing, and then she drove them deep into the girl's flesh. Ellie cried out, half pain, half rapture, and her sex clenched hard around Nancy's cock. As she thrust in time with the drinking, savoring the girl's trembling excitement, blood sliding down the pale column of her neck onto the velvet, Nancy's focus narrowed to that single thrumming point of connection.
The taste flooded her tongue. She had been craving this. Not just blood, but this specific blend of it, nerve-wracked, willing, hungry with anticipation. Ellie's moans grew louder, more ragged, spreading her thighs wider, bucking under every thrust. Her blood had a sweetness to it, and Nancy drank slow, searching for that moment when the pleasure spiked so hard it sang.
"Fuck," Ellie gasped. "Oh God, that feels, I can feel your cock, and your mouth and I can't, I can't stop shaking."
Nancy withdrew her teeth with a wet pull, lapping at the wound to seal it. She straightened, bracing one hand behind Ellie's neck, and looked down into those wide, dazzled eyes.
"You can see it now," she said, "can you feel the taste in your mouth?"
"Yes," Ellie said, dazed. "It's, it's like light. It's like I've been starving my whole life and I didn't even know it."
Nancy slowed her thrusting to a deep, rocking grind. She lifted her wrist, already bitten from previous bloodings, and held it over Ellie's open lips.
"Now drink," she said. "Drink and become one of us."
Ellie grabbed her wrist with both hands, shaking, and put her lips to the wound. Nancy watched the girl's throat work as she swallowed. She did not have to wait long for the transformation. A shudder ran through Ellie's whole frame, a violent convulsion that rattled the couch. The color bled from her skin, shifting to that pale gray. Her pupils dilated, then snapped to slits, crimson bleeding up from beneath to replace the innocent blue of her irises. Her ears tapered to pointed tips, and her jaw hinged open in a silent cry before the long canines grew down, sharp and gleaming.
Nancy kept thrusting through it, kept pumping, watching her newest daughter take form and shudder and cry out as her orgasm finally broke her. She felt the girl convulse around her, heard her gasp into her wrist, and let her own peak rise and crest, spilling up inside her, buried deep and held close.
Ellie came down gasping, wet-mouthed, her new fangs visible in her impossible smile.
Nancy cupped her cheek and kissed her, tasting the blood on her lips, welcoming her home.
Nancy pulled back from the kiss, her fingers still cradling Ellie's jaw, and looked down at the new vampire's radiant face. The girl's crimson eyes were still wet with tears, still full of that impossible, dazed joy.
"I want to share this," Ellie said, her new voice already carrying that low, resonant hum. "With my best friend. Katie. She's the only one who ever understood me. I can't leave her behind."
Nancy's smile widened, slow and knowing. She traced a finger down Ellie's sternum, over the smooth pale skin of her belly.
"That is the heart of this coven," she said. "We grow by sharing. But to turn her, you will need more than fangs and hunger. You will need to give her pleasure deep enough to break her open. And for that, there is a gift."
Ellie sat up, her crimson eyes bright. "What gift?"
Nancy took Ellie's hand and pressed it between her own thighs, letting the girl feel the thick heat of her cock. Ellie's breath caught, and her fingers curled around the shaft instinctively.
"I can teach you to grow one of your own," Nancy said. "It comes from my blood. Drink, and the shape of your body will become what you need it to be. It is the tool of creation, sweetheart. The way we mark our daughters with more than just memory."
Ellie's lips parted, and she looked down at Nancy's cock with naked hunger. "Yes. Please. I want everything."
Nancy bit her own wrist, the wound welling crimson against her pale skin, and held it to Ellie's mouth.
"Drink deep," she said. "And let it change you."
Ellie latched on and drank, her throat working in long, desperate swallows. The blood burned going down, liquid fire pooling in her belly, spreading through her limbs like hot wires. Something stirred between her legs, foreign and urgent. It grew with shocking speed, a thick, heavy weight that made her gasp against Nancy's wrist.
When she pulled back, breathless, she looked down.
Her cock stood between her thighs, flushed with the same pale gray as her skin. She reached out and wrapped her hand around it, hissing at the sensitivity, the strange, new heat of it.
"Fuck," she breathed.
Nancy laughed, low and pleased. "There she is. Now, listen to me. You will need to understand how to use it. How to move inside a woman so that her body opens to you like a door that has been waiting for the right key."
Ellie slid off the couch and stood, her new cock bobbing obscenely. She felt a strange, primal pride in it.
"I want to practice," she said. "I want to learn now."
Nancy reached out and pulled Ellie toward her, guiding the younger vampire to kneel between her spread thighs. Nancy's own cock was still slick from her earlier orgasm, and she took Ellie's hand and wrapped it around the shaft.
"First, you learn the rhythm," Nancy said. "You hold her hips, you find her entrance, and you push in slow. Let her feel every inch of you filling her. The power is not in speed, sweetheart. It is in the claiming."
Ellie's hand stroked Nancy's cock with clumsy, eager motions, learning the weight of it, the way it jumped under her fingers.
"Show me," Ellie said. "Show me how to fuck a woman the way you do."
Nancy guided Ellie up and positioned her between her thighs. Ellie's hand trembled as she took hold of her own cock and pressed the head against Nancy's entrance.
"Slow," Nancy said. "Push in slow."
Ellie obeyed. She pushed forward an inch, and Nancy's heat gripped her, hot and tight and welcoming. Ellie moaned, her eyes rolling, the sensation overwhelming.
"That's it," Nancy breathed. "Now pull back. Feel it drag against you. Then push deeper."
Ellie followed the instruction, finding a rhythm, each stroke sinking deeper into Nancy's cunt until she was buried to the hilt. She started to move with more confidence, her hips finding a rhythm of their own, and Nancy let out a low, ragged groan in response.
"Yes," Nancy said. "Fuck me just like that. Exactly like that."
Ellie leaned forward, bracing her hands on either side of Nancy's head, and thrust with growing hunger. Her new fangs ached, and she dropped her head to Nancy's throat without thinking, her tongue tracing the pulse beneath the skin.
"Not yet," Nancy gasped, her hand gripping Ellie's hair. "Save your teeth for your daughter. For now, just learn this. The rhythm. The claim."
Ellie nodded, her hips driving harder. She felt the power of it, the way Nancy's body yielded to her, and a dark, possessive joy bloomed behind her sternum.
"I'm going to make her feel so good," Ellie moaned. "Katie. I'm going to fuck her just like this and I'm going to turn her into my daughter."
Nancy's hand slid to Ellie's ass, squeezing, guiding her strokes deeper. "Yes," she hissed. "That is how we grow. That is how we become a family."