Vampires. Once believed to be a myth reserved for pulpy melodramas, or the delusions of those shuffled off to asylums. A number of killers and wannabes even styled themselves as such. In a city that ran on clockwork tech, covered in miasma and shadows, the bizarre often proved true.
The masses never realized they were protected from the dark, by those born from it. A pair of women sat at a dinner table in the late afternoon, and waited for darkness to fall, where they could truly come alive. Esmeralda Van Helsing Faustus, keeper of her family's legacy, raised a teacup to her delicate pink lips with a wry smirk, her eyes and hair done up in a pair of braids that fell down her milky shoulders of a similar rosy hue. A white, frilled dress adorned her slim physique.
“Very nice~,” she intoned with a musical lilt to one of their servants, a clockwork marionette shaped to resemble beautiful women dressed in sensuous, yet tasteful maid costumes.
“It's...adequate,” voiced her lover more dismissively with a haughty, deeper, yet still very feminine voice. More voluptuous than her partner, she adorned herself with a thin black gown, which like her thick black mane came to her bare feet. So pale that her veins were visible on her incredibly heavy breasts when they heaved with each breath, most curious of all was the porcelain mask she always wore, where crimson eyes stared out, the ivory white cheeks adorned by bloody teardrop markings.
Esmeralda shook her head. “It's this place. You've started to feel stuffy, haven't you? After-”
“Don't,” replied Camellia Karnstein Faustus, who eased her posture. “Yes, I suppose you're correct. I'm still troubled after our former sire returned.” Aided by a witch that had stumbled on their world, they had beaten back the alchemist turned vampire that sired them, Dhullex Faustus. They had chosen to keep his name, for they knew it carried power...and his haunted mansion.
Renamed the 'Womb of Conception', they decorated it with symbols of feminine beauty, which included statues, busts, paintings, and idols of comely women in states of undress. The couple all but worshiped this ideal, protected the fair folk outside these walls...in return for a snack of blood.
“What you need, my sweet, is a pick me up!” Esmeralda's slimmer breasts quivered when she shot up. Coquettishly, she traced a nail over a half-bared, small handful of a milky tit.
“You shouldn't mark your perfect skin like that,” chided Camellia.
“Why? The skin is unbroken and the wound will heal,” she replied with a titter, drawing a thin mark over the supple flesh of her perky tit, which flopped out of her dress. “Go on! Suck!”
Camellia's full lips salivated. She swallowed hard, tempted by the flesh. “You know it isn't the same. One vampire cannot subsist on another. We should save ourselves for the hunt...” Nonetheless, she crossed in strides and appeared to float in a flutter of black silk, cupped the offered titty. Gently, she kneaded her lover's soft, pliable melon, rolled it and took her perky pink nipples into her maw.
“Oh, yes~!” She cast her head back with a low moan. Cupping one of Camellia's wide, pallid buttocks, while she helped her other palm to one of her lover's udders, her shapeliness failed to be concealed by the transparent black silk. “Please, don't tease me, love! Lower~.”
“As you wish,” murmured Camellia, who slid down and continued to pepper her lover in kisses while Esmeralda lifted her dress with both hands. Esmeralda's more nubile form was adorned by lacy pink panties, which the masked vampire peeled down to bear her love's milky, taut twat.
Juices already stained the soft, delicate rosy shade of pubic hair above a slit with puffy pussylips. Camellia kissed her womanly lips, tenderly suckled and pulled on them, teased out Esmeralda's clitoris which pulsed with moist arousal. “Eat me,” she commanded her lover, panties kicked aside.
Esmeralda pulled her white dress over her head, tossed it to the marionette maid, who caught it without reaction. Camellia, too, paused the worship of her lover's pussy for a moment, as she slid off her attire, the tall and voluptuous vampire still adorned by a mask she rarely removed.
“You could devour me better without that mask,” reminded Esmeralda.
“But then you would have to endure my horrific scars,” she replied, and resumed her pussy worship.
Esmeralda ran a hand into her love's raven locks. “B-but...oh~...they harbor such character! Our..our bastard sire marked us,” she wheezed between moans. “But we've reclaimed ourselves!”
She shuddered, felt Camellia enter her, trace the moist folds that made up her warm, pink inner walls. Her tongue, like all vampires, could extend a little longer than average, which allowed the masked vamp to really burrow deep, to the point her tip tenderly flicked Esmeralda's cervix.
“A-ah~!” The more petite vampire whined whenever her flicks hit and traced her spongy g-spot, making her squirm and grip her slender but firm thighs around Camellia's face while more of her wet lust dripped into the masked vamp's mouth. “Attend us,” she yelled to their automaton maids.
The army of dolls marched in and curtsied to await their next orders. So many of them had been lost in that all-out battle with their sire, after his return...but they had been able to mend a couple dozen that weren't ruined beyond repair, a talent to tinker Esmeralda learned from her late uncle.
Camellia had completed the work with her superior skill in alchemy and the arcane, breathed life into the clockwork machines, which one could hear the faintest clicks from were they to press their ear to a doll's surface. Each of them were molded to perfection by thei couple's shared hands.
“Disrobe,” commanded Esmeralda, and the maids started to do so. “No. More sensually! There's an art to seduction,” she playfully chided the machines, who nonetheless obeyed. Grace, balletic and perfected, followed its movements, as the clockwork servants put on a slow, coy striptease.
Each maid proved anatomically correct, with a refined, supple physique. In answer to more commands, they put on an old record with a scratch to set the mood, the lights dimmed with the ever closer approach of the evening, when the next hunt could begin. Until then, they were free to indulge their whims, and the maids started to dance for them while the couple slid to the floor.
“Let me service you too,” murmured Esmeralda, who threaded her love's mane.
Camellia drew back her lips, threaded to the vamp's pussylips by love honey and saliva. “So be it. I appreciate such an intimate position.” She turned and shifted, settled her pale, wide asscheeks over her partner's face. “But don't you usually prefer to top? I know how you seek the rush of thrills...”
“I'm a lady of many talents! And appetites. Which means I love to switch it up. Now, shut up and eat me.” With that playful order and a couple small pats on her love's pale ass, she dived into her feast. With care, she attacked her lover's exposed loveholes, licked, kissed, and lapped at them.
Voraciously, they savored each other's wet pussy and puckered asshole, toyed and teased. The maids weaved around them. For them. Gyrated exposed hips, breasts, and buttocks in bounces.
Esmeralda tasted her love honey, when it squirted into her mouth, baptized a face stained by a warm blush. She, too, found a similar release into the vamp's mouth. She nibbled, pulled, and sucked on Camellia's own meaty cuntlips, drew them open to expose the carnal pink flower within.
Ambivalence settled over them when the first hint of darkness pierced the mansion.
“Time to hunt,” reminded Camellia. “Our hours are limited...”
“Yes,” she replied with a small pout, not quite satisfied even after they'd been at this for well over an hour. But awareness that they'd soon drink deep of rich, sweet blood perked her back up.
Swiftly, the pair of them rose, and shared a drawn out kiss. Tasted each other and themselves on their moist lips. Then, they redressed for the hunt ahead, Camellia's black dress less showy on the tall woman's voluminous curves, Esmeralda in white, form-fitted leather adorned by a short coat.
She adorned herself in a variety of her family's weapons, well-trained in various forms of combat, while the masked sorceress preferred to shroud herself in advanced arcane arts.
“You really should carry a weapon,” reminded Esmeralda. “Just in case.”
“These are my weapons.” Camellia raised a hand, and her nails extended into claw-like extensions at her command. With speed and ferocity, she'd carved into metal in a blur of speed.
“Still...nevermind. Were you not stubborn like me, I may not have taken so much to you!” She embraced her waist, while the pair of them started to stride from the dinner room.
“I prefer iron-willed,” countered Camellia, with a subdued snicker nonetheless. “Ladies of steel behind silk. Any man, so foolish as to cross our paths, will breathe his last.”
With the mansion left in the care of the clockwork maids that bowed when they passed, they stepped out into the misty city, under a pale moon framed by an expanse of dark clouds.
*****
Pinkamena Diane Pie, better known by her stage name 'Pinkie Pie', needed to help her family make a living. So against the wishes of their more traditional parents, she and her sisters turned to the seedier parts of town, not quite prostitutes, which had recently been targeted in a series of attacks, but burlesque dancers, all but stripped completely nude by the end of each shared performance.
The sisters would sing and dance their hearts out, worked up into a sweaty mess before the crowds, before they retired for the night backstage. A number of props filled the changing room, mirrors set in front of the tables, where Pinkie's twin sister had already stripped nude and started to remove her makeup. Like Pinkie, they were the shapeliest of the four sisters, but Marble outdid even her!
Pinkie, still in her black lingerie, garters, and stockings, took a moment to admire her twin's ample physique with a whistle. “Wowie-zowie~! No wonder the boys all line up to see those knockers!”
Marble blushed and partially hid her face behind a thick mane. “Uh, th-thanks, I think?” When she shifted, her sizable udders shifted in a pendulous manner, topped by wide, inverted nipples.
“Ooh, let me squeeze 'em! Squee!” Pinkie's palms encircled and kneaded her heavy titties.
“S-sis...!” Marble's blush deepened, and she failed to fully stifle as moan as Pinkie took her time, rolled her tits in circles, used her thumbs to press into inverted nipples until they peeked out, the erect pink numbs flicked and prodded. Her wide hips and pert ass quivered atop her stool.
“Typical Pinkie,” said Limestone with a roll of her eyes. The thinnest and most athletic of the four, she was nonetheless well-shaped where it counted, and tossed off her own costume. “Why don't you slip out of those sweaty clothes, Pinks? That can't be remotely comfortable!”
“Pinkie marches to her own drumbeat,” came the flat voice of Maud Pie, somewhere between the voluptuous twins and the leanest sister, as she too discarded her costume, her breasts flopped out and her bare snatch and ass bared. “We must head home before our parents miss us.”
“Bah,” snapped Limestone, while one of the twins continued to openly fondle the other. “We take home most of the bacon! Their farm would've gone to the crapper in these leaner seasons! Ah-!” She yelped and snarled back at Maud, who landed an audible, sharp spank on her bare ass.
“We all support each other,” reminded Maud coolly.
“Yeah, yeah.” Limestone rubbed both her buttocks, with a red hand print on one smooth cheek. Instead, she bumped Pinkie aside with a hip check and said, “Let me have a piece of that!”
“L-Limey~!” Marble moaned when another sister helped Pinkie molest her supple udders, as the sisters distended them far as they could, yanked on her now pointy nipple tips.
“Nakey party!” Pinkie paused to join her sisters in naked bliss, her garments tossed into a pile. They would often play around like this to wind down after their shows finished, but before the theater closed down. She moved to pepper Marble's titties in kisses as she and Lime double-teamed her.
“Soon it will be a lesbian party,” saud Maud in her monotone voice while she approached.
“S-soon? Aren't we already-?” Marble's voice was lost by another drawn out moan, as Pinkie had swallowed one of her nipples and suckled on it, while Limestone bounced another heavy tit on her palm. In a swivel of shapely hips Maud came last, knelt at the stool, and kissed Marble's tummy.
Maud slid lower. Peppered her inner thighs in more kisses, ever closer to her pussy, already moist and pussy before she made contact with her enflamed slit and ran her tongue across it. Marble moaned as her pink clitoris was teased out, tenderly flicked and noisily sucked on.
“A-ah!” Sensitive as always, Marble clenched and came on Maud's face, masked in messy squirts. It's why the shy woman was often the centerpiece of these sessions, teased and wracked by ecstasy.
Their parents didn't allow boys around the farm, so they'd found other ways to meet their needs!
Maud allowed her a moment to cool down, before she dove in more directly, used her mouth muscle to party and spread her slimy pink walls. Marble rocked on her stool, her back arced and her sizable titties hefted skyward, latched on by the mouths of Pinkie and Lime to suck on them.
Worked over by her sisters, Marble panted and trembled, wracked by bliss, coaxed, teased, molested all over by their hands and mouths. Eventually, she tumbled off the stool amidst another climax, and sat her wide ass on Maud's face, who contunually to devour her clenched sexholes.
Pinkie said, “I wanna try some new positions!”
“We don't have time for that,” reminded Limestone, who followed her to the floor.
“L-let's do it,” whimpered Marble. “Hurry! We have less than an hour!” Shifted at Pinkie's directions, they formed a daisy chain on all fours, with Marble at the front, Pinkie behind her, followed by Maud, and last came Limestone, shifted so they met in a circle.
Pinkie squealed, “Human centipede!”
“I don't want to know,” said Lime, most of her references over their heads.
“I read it in a penny dreadful,” said Pinkie with a wink, before she blew a raspberry on one of Marble's voluminous asscheeks. Then, the four sisters dived in and started to eat each other out. None of their lower holes were left untouched, pussies and assholes kissed, licked, and parted.
Lewd smacks filled the air. Buttcheeks were spread, snatches and rectums dived into, savored, devoured like a scrumptious feast. Faces that burned with blushes were masked in messy squirts that also puddled the floor, another reason why they would have to finish up to clean the mess.
Wet smacks sounded from their lewd meal, Maud reminded of how pink that Pinkie really was inside when she ravished her wet pussy. Behind her, Lime pushed her slick face between her firm yet shapely asscheeks, motorboated them, harsly sucked on both of Mau'ds presented fuckholes.
Much as they adored these sessions, all of them wanted to try out a cock, once in their lives! But they couldn't take a boy home, and didn't want to hook up with a fan or employee!
Pinkie had vetted the idea of a casual hook up, even prostitution, but the sisters quickly shot her down, reminded of what a risky business that would be after the recent serial killer attacks!
So, this was their best best for the sake of safety.Occasionally, one of the sisters would plant a playful spank on a buttcheek, Maud's turn as the supple flesh ripple. “Oh,” she moaned in her monotone voice. “Do that more. Harder.” Limestone's palms crashed down on her buttocks.
Pinkie tittered and did the same with Marble, only not so harshly, but patted her butt like a drum. Marble took a different approach, tenderly rolled Lime's buttcheeks in circles while she ate her.
“I'm not a sissy bitch,” reminded Lime. “So don't hold back on my account! Smack my ass!” The foul-mouthed woman moaned in appreciation, when Marble reared up a palm and spanked her with a sharp cry, a furious print left on the wobbly asscheek. “Yeah, like that! Harder, bitch!”
They contrasted each other perfectly, sweet and sour, but not overly saccharine like the loud and erratic Pinkie, while Maud proved a slow, methodical, but attentive lover. At first, they sisters had been insecure, unsure they could please her, but Maud reassured them she loved to make love.
By the time it was over, they collapsed into a perspiration and feminine lubrication soaked huddle of flesh, breasts left to heave with each huff, perky nipples pointed skyward. They took a moment to breathe, then scrambled to clean up, redress, and leave the theater before it closed down.
Then, they headed out onto the pea-soup misted cobblestone roads, blissfully unaware...
*****
Rooftop-to-rooftop, Esmeralda and Camellia hopped with such balletic deftness they appeared to fly, and their silhouettes framed the moon with each pass. They were on watch, for any troublemakers in the city. But their standards were set above pickpockets and rabble-rousers. Mundane crime was the domain of the local authorities. No, the lovers focused on the supernatural. They came to a rest not far from the burlesque theater the Pie sisters left.
Esmeralda surveyed the area with a pair of binoculars, crouched by the edge. “Now, we wait.” Impatiently, she flicked the hilt of her rapier, one of many weapons on her person.
“We cannot do this forever,” noted Camellia. “Hunt in circles-”
“Why not my love?” She kissed her love's masked cheek. “We're free to pursue our desires!”
“Because it's a terrible risk. And don't you feel unfilled? No, much as I'm loath to admit it, vampires are meant to have a master. Without one, we'll always feel...empty...”
“Dhullex wasn't worthy,” she replied. “So why not become the masters ourselves?”
“We can't. We've reached our limitations, as artificial vampires born from alchemy and the black arts. No, there must be a Goddess of Vampires out there, like the myths claim. If not in this world...then some other one.” Camellia looked to the stars, the huntresses made aware there were other dimensions out there ever since they had a run in with a witch skilled in the use of portals.
“How would we find her? Should we have traveled with that witch?”
“I...don't know,” said a forlorn Camellia. “But there's a chance she'll make a return visit here...”
“Can't wait around for that. Hmm, but a 'Goddess of Vampires'? Are you sure that isn't a fairy tale?” Yet the more she rolled the idea around in her head, the more Esmeralda's heart ached. To find this supposed ideal vampire woman. To worship her, the lovers united in their cause. “We'll find this woman,” reassured Esmeralda, who tenderly rubbed her partner's wide hip.
“Thank you my sweet,” whispered Camellia, who shivered in the cool air, her wide nipples already erect when they poked into the heavier dress she wore that nonetheless showed much of her milky expanse of a bosom, lined with veins she thirsted to fill with fresh, sweet blood.
They surveyed the landscape below. Eventually spotted the movement of silhouettes. First, they spotted the four Pie sisters, who cut through a series of back alleys to take a shortcut home after they were already late for their curfew at the farm. Then, the huntresses heard the first wolf-like howl, which could've made one's blood run cold and hairs stand up on the back of one's neck.
“Werewolves? But it isn't even quite a full moon,” observed Esmeralda, thankful that her epee was made from silver, as were the bullets that currently chambered her pistol.
“Monsters like us rarely play by the 'rules' dear,” reminded Camellia, who floated to follow her lover, as she already started to descend a staircase that rattled under Esmeralda's white boots.
However, by the time the pair of them reached the streets, the pack of werewolves had split apart. A small number of them skidded to a stop, hunched over on all fours, tall and muscular beneath rust-colored fur. Odder still, each one of them bore a couple of heads as their snouts salivated.
“Fresh...meat...,” snarled one of the two-headed wolf men.
“You can talk in that form? Color me surprised,” taunted Esmeralda, pistol snapped into hand.
Camellia's fists burned cold with blackish-purple flames. “I've seen creatures like these covered in one of Dhullex's tomes! These are some sort of hellhound, werewolf hybrids! Possible experiments of the late Professor Kilroy? Think fast!” She launched pillars of fire at the hellbeasts.
One monster screamed, immolated, reduced to ashes in seconds by a direct hit.
Esmeralda, too, perforated another adversary with a hail of silver bullets, as despite his blur of movement, her crack shot aimed compensated well, and one bullet demolished his heart. The beast doubled over with a whimper, choked up blood and landed in a puddle of his filth. “Ha!”
She narrowedly ducked a swipe of claws. Unsheathed her silver epee, rammed the blade into his crotch. “Looks like that isn't the only thing these beasties have two of,” she noted with a snicker, as she spotted two sheathes that housed the penises of these furred monstrosities.
“No doubt while they vermin assailed us,” sneered Camellia, who encircled more of the pack with a phantasmal inferno. “Hurry! Those sisters need us, and the bedlam will summon the authorities!”
The huntresses worked to dispatch the portion of the pack left behind, but several minutes passed, while the rest of the werewolves had been in tireless pursuit of the Pie sisters...
*****
With their enhanced senses, the werewolves were easily able to sniff out the Pie sisters, and their nostrils flared with the amorous scent of their recently aroused cunts. Some of their number had broken away, unaware that those left behind encountered the vamp huntresses. Instead, these hellbeasts had purposefully led their prey into a dead end, the filthy alley dark and dank.
Worse still, no one would hear them in this closed off space. Marble Pie screamed her heart out when a wolf's claws dank into the bosom of her dress, ripped it and her bra open, and her pendulous udders flopped out and wildly bounced before they settled.with an audible smack. His snout snapped onto a titty with a smack, his maw hot and wet when he suckled hard on her nipple.
“Leave her be-ack!” Limestone, seized from behind by a muscled and furred arm, found herself forcibly bent over a trash bin. Tooth and claw ripped her attire into tatters, peeled it from a supple body soon denuded save for heels, and she felt the swell of two cocks prod her lower holes.
Nor were the other sisters spared, the sole exit blocked by a hellhound hybrid.
“Those dresses are expensive,” came the monotone voice of Maud Pie, who, aware there was no way out of this, removed and tossed aside her garments before they too could be destroyed. Unfortunately, one of the werewolves chose to hike a leg and piss on the clothes pile to mark his territory, while another of his brothers shoved Maud's back into a wall and kissed her.
“N-nice moon out, huh? Heehee.” Pinkie forced a nervous smile and titter, before she was also beset by a number of werewolves, who also tore all the clothes from her voluptuous physique. Lifted up between firm arms, she found herself pinned by a couple of wolves, two red, vein-lined, knotted cocks shoved into her still wet pussy, another pair driven up her puckered asshole.
Taking her first real cocks, Pinkie blushed and instantly came, the crotches of her attackers soaked in her lust. They batted into her, bucked her soon sweaty form between them, her eyes crossed from pleasure overload while they relentlessly worked to ruin her spread wide fuckholes.
Her twin proved even more sensitive, as Marble came before even the first penetration, but soon found herself pushed to mount a wolf on the floor, while another set to claim her ass, her plush cheeks spread, and another dick lined up with her lips. The three wolves thrust at once, skewered her holes with such violence she came anew, twin cocks in her pussy, two more in her sphincter, one shoved down her throat which she choked on while the second shaft rubbed between her eyes, her face smeared in the runny precum that oozed down her rosey face while they bred her raw.
Groans and curses arose from Lime, bent over and railed like a cheap hooker by the chiseled stud behind her, his claws sunk into her hips and buttcheeks, which wildly, loudly clapped under his furious humps, and likewise her smaller breasts bounced from the impact. Her face burned, lips twisted in fury, but eventually she clenched up, eyes rolled up when she came on him, too.
“Damn...mutt!” She nearly slipped unconscious from bliss, used and abused. She was the first to fully take the knot, and feel the hot, sticky spray of feral spunk rush deep into her loveholes.
Maud found herself accosted by a more 'romantic' rapist, who took his time to kiss and tenderly stroke her curves, her blank face nonetheless ablaze and her pussy wetter than it had ever been with anticipation when she saw his cocks throb and spit precum in preparation to be inside her.
Her mind went blank when the words tumbled out, “H-hurry up and put it in,” she mumbled.
Grinning at his prey, the wolf lifted Maud's legs, which wrapped around his waist when he impaled her lower orifices on his cocks. He began to fuck her into the wall, clapped her ass on the stones she so loved, her hands encircled behind his neck and her boobs bounced into his firm, fuzzy chest.
Her lips met his snouts when she wetly came on the hellish stud. Much as she loved sex with her sisters, she'd always wanted a sturdy, forceful lover to ravish her utterly senseless!
A pop sounded when the werewolf's thick knots popped from Limestone. Gaped holes oozed out his spunk, more of his hot seed sloshed in her slippery womb. He traded places with the wolf on sentry duty, who immediately shoved his hard cocks into her well-fucked funholes.
Pinkie, Maud, and Marble also soon found themselves filled with cum, more of it sprayed across Marble's heated face, filling her mouth, throat, belly, snatch, and rectum. But the hellhound hybrids showed their bitches no mercy, with little in the way of a refractory period as they continued to brutally breed them into submission, thei bellies of the sisters swelled with virile mutt spunk.
Pinkie had been titled between the two werwolves that fucked her, so that the claw of a third around her skull and bunched in her curls could force her lips to swallow one of his cocks, while the second rubbed across her face like her twin's and drenched it in slimy, hot precum. “Glk-!” Her forced her to take his entire, vein-lined shaft, then his knot, her throat spread impossibly wide.
A harsh smack sounded when a hellhound spanked Lime's buttcheek. The supple yet toned flesh rippled, a red mark left on the momentarily indented skin as he ravenously skewered her. Growls from his throat turned to harsh speech when he hissed, “Take it, bitch! Bend over and take my cocks! I'll knock you up with a fat litter of puppies!” He planted another spank on her ass.
The usually sadistic, dominant sister discovered she also had a masochistic streak like the rest of the Pies, so pent up all their lives, as the cocks that brutishly hammered her holes and the palms that viciously smacked her bouncy buttcheeks made her shrily scream and squirt all over him.
“Good bitch,” came his raspy voice when her holes clenched around his forced in twin knots and milked out his seed, which fired into and rushed down her demolished fuckholes.
Maud found herself in a mating press, claws around her ankles which were pulled back to the sides of her head, while another wolf yanked her head back by her hair, as another werewolf shoved his knotted red cock all the way down her throat, his furry balls left to rest on her messy face which was soon slathered in runny mascara and precum when he too started to ruthlessly facefuck his bitch.
The Pie sisters lost count of how many times they were taken, traded between the werewolves, no hole left unused as more spunk rocketed into their silky depths. The pack also came all over them, tossed their cum-soaked, sweaty bodies into a mountain of flesh after they were tired of them for now.
Grunts escaped the assembled hounds. One asked, “Should we take 'em to our lair?” He picked up Maud and tossed her over his shoulder, her beautiful bare ass next to one of his snouts.
“Why not? The sun'll be up in several hours and she'll be full of my puppies soon.”
“They'll be the pack bitches.” Another hound played with one of Pinkie's ample tits. She weakly moaned, saturated in the mixed seed of the wolves, which sluiced down her wrecked sisters too.
“Take us home,” whispered a defeated Maud with a small blush, her head filled with the idea of a future where the Pie sisters serviced dozens of werewolves, bore their pups, constantly knocked up and forced to take them, trapped in a cycle of ecstasy where they were safe and sound. Where they didn't have to work or worry, away from the confines of their cold parents, who stifled them.
“My pack bitch,” said the one that carried her protectively as he rubbed circles around her buttcheek, made her moan, shiver, and clench her cunt in the hope he'd breed her more.
“You'll have to share,” a wolf reminded. “But you can always claim her first-” One of his heads erupted like a split watermelon. He howled, struck by an unseen silver bullet.
More bullets felled the first wolf, Maud dropped onto her bare butt with a thunk. Blackish-purple flames chilled the air, torched another wolf that tried to escape, as his muscular silhouette shrank in the supernatural inferno. One-by-one, they were picked off by the unseen. Their disembodied howls echoed, within mere moments the rest of the unprepared pack thinned by outsiders.
Maud weakly reached for the last werewolf, who crumpled and died. “No,” came the weak, monotone murmur, as her dreams of escape from this mundane life died before her eyes.
Soon, the alley fell silent, the sisters at least relieved they were all safe and sound.
Marble stumbled up and whispered, “Wh-who saved us...?”
“Dunno,” spat Limestone, who also bumbled to her heeled feet. “But my cunt and arse are sore!” She rubbed her well-beaten buttcheeks with a snarl. “And we have to walk home naked!”
“At-at least we're almost at the city's limits,” replied Marble.
Pinkie rubbed her own distended belly. “Hmm, but what if they put a bun in our ovens? How are we supposed to explain this to mom and pops? Think we can find a blackmarket doctor and-”
“No need,” said Maud. “I have a mixture to deal with that, back home.” Part of her was almost tempted to keep the pups...but she'd never be able to explain this to their parents.
“We'll stick to the shadows, sisters! Be discreet,” beamed Pinkie.
Limestone asked, “Is that even in your vocabulary?” Nevertheless, with limited options and the theater closed, they were forced to move swiftly and safely, aware that four women in the nude would be assumed prostitutes by the local constables, and they'd be thrown into a prison cell at least until the dawn and fined, were they captured. Thus, they stuck to practiced stealth.
Fortunately, it wasn't their first time since they sometimes snuck away to the barn under the noses of their parents to make love, aware Marble in particular was a screamer in the bedroom. Limestone would peek around a corner, wave. Then, they would dash in a bounce of breasts and buttocks, from one shadowy area to the next, avoiding the street lamps that lit the mostly emptied roads.
Supple flesh covered in perspiration and coated in dried wolf cum wobbled, as they hadn't dared wash themselves in the muddy street waters. Their nipples stiffly poked into the cool air. Pinkie snickered to herself, and occasionally copped a feel of her sisters or would tweak their nipples.
Lime slapped her hand away. “No time,” she sharply reminded her. They carried their heels so as not to impede their movements, the impatient woman tempted to toss her expensive shoes aside.
“Almost there,” murmured Marble, whose heavy, bare breasts rose-and-fell in rhythm. She whimpered when Pinkie seized on this opportunity to molest her malleable udders.
“The city limits are ahead,” said Maud. “But we still have quite a walk home.”
“Think of it as an adventure!” Pinkie squeezed her twin's bust more firmly, traced her areola with her thumbs, the most upbeat of the sisters never able to keep her hands to herself! “Wait! Is that...?”
They followed her eyes, to a silhouette that materialized in the miasma, like a phantom. A clop of hooves sounded on the cobblestone. The vehicle drew to a stop, and someone stepped off.
*****
A carriage arrived from the mists, drawn by a pair of clockwork automaton mares. The coach driver was a maid, who curtsied to the Pie sisters and in a monotone voice welcomed them aboard. Since it was quite a walk back, especially in these heels, the Pie sisters debated it for a moment before they finally accepted the offer and stepped into the doors, before the drawn cart sped off.
The wheels rattled when they raced down the dusty road, surrounded by the woods. Left in the privacy of the cart, the sisters still worked up after their recent session, Limestone blushed as she stared at the scenery pass, and yelped with a muted moan when Maud started to finger her squish, pliable snatch, coaxed its moist walls open and rubbed her clitoris with her thumb.
Inspired by the lewd display, Marble sank before Pinkie, who dipped her fingers into Marble's mane when she started to feast on her pussy, the messy foursome still caked in dried hound cum.
All of them were blissfully unaware of their saviors. After the cart had taken off, Esmeralda and Camellia had deftly landed atop it, almost silent, their hunt finished. They would wait until the Pie sisters were safely at the farm...and then drink some of their blood, in payment for services rendered. Left weak for a day but otherwise unharmed, the sisters wouldn't know what happened.
“Quite a show,” whispered Esmeralda, as they could partially observe the sisters fool around unseen from their perch. “Mmm~. I feel a tad worked up myself, my love.” With a coquettish caress, she brushed aside Camellia's dress top, her already half-bared, pallid titties fully flopped free.
“We should wait until-” The masked woman's moan resounded when she nursed a tit. Lesbian lust pushed the five women into risky, salacious scenarios, albeit Esmeralda never told her lover that she too wanted to sample the occasional cock, since Camellia despised all men after how their sire had scarred her. Clothes were slid aside, but not completely removed, in case they would be lost.
By the time the roosters crowed, and the sun started to rise over the horizon, the Pie sisters would sleepily come to. Their breasts rose and fell with each slow, deep breath, their titties adorned by a pair of bite marks, where the vampires had suckeled deeply from them and left them paralyzed by unspeakable ecstasy, beyond what even they endured by the werewolves before they were knocked out. Their blissful, muted screams had filled the air as they squirted out their crazed bliss.
The vamps had removed their own clothes, aware how wet it would be. Especially when the sisters, trapped in a loop of euphoria, dreamed of complete submission to the feral werewolves. Where a pack would endlessly mate them, fill and bloat them with a steady stream of pups, while Esmeralda and Camellia suckled on and distended their titties to a chorus of feminine moans...
Once lucid, the Pie sisters scrambled back to their rooms to wash and redress before they were discovered, reminded that their parents usually wanted them ready at the crack of dawn to help out.
Meanwhile, Esmeralda and Camellia returned by the cart and retired to their mansion, immune to the sun's rays since the vampires were a product of alchemy. Nonetheless, the two of them preferred the dark. The clockwork maids stripped the couple, drew them a steamy and perfumed bath, and they settled into the waters that filled the tub. Flower petals floated across the water's surface.
The couple bathed each other, in a squish of soft curves, lathered in soap suds and tenderly caressed. Afterward, they dried off and brushed their lover's hair. Then, in a private chamber under protection from their automatons and closed off to keep it pitch black, they retired until noon.
Rather than sleep in coffins like tradition, as their former sire had, but instead out in the open. Due to their unique physiology, they were able to sleep safely and comfortably upside-down, and suspended themselves by straps that restrained their ankles, hands crossed over breasts which like the rest of their forms they hadn't bothered to redress. They exchanged a final kiss before they closed their eyes and emptied their minds, their breasts sloped from their bat-like position.
Each of them dreamed of the fabled 'Goddess of Vampires'. Tried to picture perfection, the ideal woman beautiful, wise, self-assured. And after a deep sleep, the usual hunt would repeat...
