VAMPIRES: Part 1: Welcome To The Family

The night chewed her up fast. Ella stacks folded sweaters inside drawers, trying to start life new after Dad’s grave gets dirt piled on. Big sister Lucy’s already rolling the dice on a hookup app and ends up with Willow, a girl built like trouble parked on her front doorstep. One flash of flesh, and suddenly the new place feels like raw meat thrown to wolves. They barely touch and Willow freezes, throat tight. Lucy admits she’s got a blind baby sister back home. Door swings wide, Amber and Dawn step out with the same blood-hungry eyes. They’re talking like Wolves sharing scraps. Lucy thinks it’s orgy talk, not a coven menu. The matriarch, Anya, glides in and treats her like walking steak. One murmured spell pins Lucy’s legs. Willow begs in the back room, shirt half-off, promise burning between her thighs, trading a century of starlight just to keep Lucy breathing eternal. Anya says yes, then buries fingers deep, makes Willow ride that gift until her legs shake and juices run down her stomach. The sound travels, keeps Lucy slick and glassy-eyed while she gets passed hand-to-hand in the next room. Amber grinds until Lucy’s clit throbs under hot cum. Dawn rides her next, tongue lapping loud, the girl’s hips unable to quit chasing the edge. Lucy’s pussy tastes like fear and salt and Willow swallows every drop like pardon. They wonder if the heat will hold, if she’ll come back undead or just dead. Then they spread themselves open anyway, daisy chain of wet cunts and slick fingers, devouring each other while the clock counts down to sunrise, and they wait to learn whether their mercy just became murder.