Midnight Dreams (GlamerinaLune)

[MourningSun]

Disclaimer - It goes without saying that this is all fantasy.

MF, Oral

Written as a request for icefire828

Midnight Dreams

The setting sun painted the sky with a palette of fiery oranges and deep reds, casting long shadows across the dusty Texas landscape. Inside her room, Angelina sat at her gaming desk. Her auburn hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast to the glow of her computer screen. Her eyes, a warm shade of brown, danced with excitement as she spoke to her followers on Twitch.

"Hey, guys, what's up?" she greeted, her voice a sweet blend of Southern charm and playful enthusiasm. She went by Glamerina Lune in the digital world, a name synonymous with her vibrant cosplay personas and alluring OnlyFans content. "Tonight, we're diving into the world of 'Midnight Dreams', a game I've been dying to try out again!"

Her curvy figure, clad in a tight black tank top, showed just a hint of her generous cleavage. Her warm, welcoming smile made even her most devoted fans feel like they were hanging out with a friend. As she booted up the game, the room was filled with the silly music of the game she was about to play. The chat buzzed excitedly, their comments flying across the screen like a storm of digital confetti.

"Alright, let's get our fangs out!" she exclaimed, her laughter light and infectious. Her followers watched as she selected her character, a powerful vampire with piercing blue eyes and a seductive aura. The game was a role-playing adventure, where players could choose to be humans, vampires, or a variety of other supernatural creatures. It was a world where the night was forever young and filled with the allure of the unnatural.

Glamerina Lune's heart raced as she navigated the dark streets of the game's virtual city. The cobblestone paths were lined with ancient, gothic architecture, and the occasional bat fluttered by, casting eerie shadows against the moonlit walls. She felt a strange sense of belonging, her love for vampires extending beyond the confines of the screen. The character she played was powerful, but she couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy for the immortal creatures of the night.

One of her followers, a regular named 'FangLove', sent a message in the chat. "Glamerina, if you had a choice, would you ever want to become a vampire IRL?"

Angelina paused momentarily, her cursor hovering over her character's inventory. She had always been fascinated by the idea of immortality and the beauty of the supernatural, but the question caught her off guard.

"Well, FangLove," she began, her smile playing at the corners of her lips, "It's a good question. On one hand, who wouldn't want to be a vampire? To be eternally young and powerful, with the ability to explore the night without fear... It's definitely got its perks. On the other hand, the whole sucking blood, killing thing? The stakes in the heart and not seeing the sun? I'm not sure I could do that!"

Her words brought much mirth from the chat, but a part of her couldn't shake the thought. What would it be like to be one of the creatures she had always admired? The game's immersive world and her cosplay had brought her closer to that fantasy than ever before.

"What if it wasn't blood you needed to consume to survive but something else?" FangLove replied "And what if you could go out in the sun like the vampires in Twilight did?"

Angelina's eyes widened at the thought. "That would be different," she said. "But still, it's all just make-believe, right?" She leaned closer to the screen, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "I'd rather stick to the glamour of pretending to be one in my cosplays and games."

Another user typed, one she'd never seen before called Moon Princess.

"What if it wasn't make-believe, and you were made that offer? Do you think you'd take it?"

The question from Moon Princess lingered in the chat, the words hanging like a half-forgotten whisper in the quiet of her room. Angelina felt a sudden chill run down her spine, the hairs on the back of her neck standing at attention. She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the eerie feeling that had crept over her. "Well, Moon Princess, I think I'd have to think long and hard about that one," she said with a nervous laugh. "But let's stick to slaying some digital vamps for now, shall we?"

The chat erupted with excitement as she continued her game, her character moving with a grace that belied her nervousness. Her followers, a mix of regulars and new faces, were engrossed in her adventure, their emojis and cheers popping up like a celebratory confetti. Yet, the question stuck in her mind, a persistent echo in the back of her thoughts. As the night grew darker outside her window, the game's atmosphere grew more intense, the digital world blurring the lines with reality.

It was late when she had finished the stream, and she was tired. She said goodnight to her followers and ended the stream. She noticed a DM in her inbox and she clicked on it. It was from Moon Princess.

"Remember, Glamerina," Moon Princess had written, "The offer I spoke of is more than just a game. It's a possibility, a chance to live out your darkest desires."

Angelina stared at the message, her heart pounding. It was just a joke, right? A troll trying to get a rise out of her? But what if it wasn't? Her curiosity, piqued by the mystery of the anonymous user, propelled her to respond.

"What do you mean, Moon Princess?" she typed, her fingers trembling slightly. "Is this some kind of role-play?"

Moon Princess replied almost immediately. "It's no game, Glamerina. I can grant you all that you desire, if that is what you wish."

Angelina's pulse raced as she read the message. She laughed it off, assuming it was a clever bit of role-playing from one of her more devoted fans. But as the silence of her room closed in around her, she couldn't shake the eerie sensation that something was off. She decided to play along, curious to see where this was heading.

"Alright, Moon Princess," she wrote, her voice steady despite the knot in her stomach. "What would it take to become a vampire in your world?"

Moon Princess' response was cryptic. "A willing heart, a drop of your blood, and a pact sealed with the moon's light."

Angelina felt a shiver run down her spine, her laughter fading. This was more than just a game. But she didn't let it show, her curiosity piqued by the unusual turn of events. "Sounds like a deal from a fairytale," she replied, trying to keep the typed conversation casual. "But what's the catch?"

Moon Princess' next message sent a cold, sharp jolt through her. "There is no catch, Glamerina. Only a choice. Would you truly wish to walk the earth for eternity, to remain as youthful and beautiful as you are now?"

Angelina took a deep breath, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. She knew she should log off, that this was going too far, but she couldn't resist the allure of the unknown. "What do you mean by 'a drop of my blood'?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Moon Princess replied, "A small sample of your blood, a symbol of your willingness to embrace the change."

The room grew quiet, save for the distant hum of the computer. Angelina's mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts. Was this for real? Could she become a vampire? Her hand hovered over the mouse and the 'x' to close the chat. Yet, she remained seated, drawn in by the thrill of the unbelievable.

"I told you on the stream, I'm not going to kill people. Or drink their blood." she typed firmly, trying to keep her hands from shaking.

Moon Princess' response was swift. "You misunderstand. Your sustenance would be of a different nature, not the veins of humans."

The words sent a strange, thrilling rush through Angelina's body. Could it be possible? To be a vampire without the horror she had always associated with them?

"What does that mean?" Angelina asked, her voice shaking slightly.

"The sustenance I speak of is the essence of a man or woman. Their seed of life, but not their lives," Moon Princess clarified. "It is a gift, not a curse. You would sustain yourself on their release, leaving them with but a memory of a night never to be forgotten."

Angelina felt a blush creep up her neck, her cheeks growing warm. The thought was both tantalizing and terrifying. She knew where this was going, but needed more clarity. "How...how would that work?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Moon Princess explained, "You would feed during the climax of passion, taking only what is willingly given. It is a bond that is both intimate and powerful."

The conversation grew increasingly serious, the weight of the words exchanged heavier than the air in the room. Angelina's heart hammered in her chest, the excitement of the game forgotten. "But what about the sun?" she typed, her eyes glued to the screen.

Moon Princess replied, "Fear not the sun. In my world, vampires walk in its light, although we are slightly weakened. We are stronger in the night's embrace."

Angelina sat back in her chair, taking in the information. The offer was too tempting to dismiss outright. "What about the pact sealed with the moon's light?" she questioned, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Moon Princess' response was simple. "When the moon is full, you must perform a ritual, offering a drop of your own blood to a vampire to seal your fate. Only then will you be granted the powers of a vampire."

"Does that mean a vampire will bite me?" Angelina asked, her voice quivering with a mix of fear and excitement.

Moon Princess' response was reassuring. "Yes, it is a bite that will transform you. The ritual is a gentle exchange, a symbolic joining of your blood with that of the vampire."

Angelina felt a knot loosen in her stomach. The idea of being bitten was too much to handle, but a ritual that sounded almost beautiful, almost romantic. "Okay," she typed, swallowing hard. "So, when would this happen?"

"There is a full moon in two days. On that night, you must be ready." Moon Princess replied, the message appearing with a sudden finality that jolts Angelina's body. Two days? The urgency of the situation hit her like a sledgehammer.

"Can I think about it?" Angelina typed, her thumb hovering over the 'Send' button. The room felt stifling, the air thick with anticipation.

"You have until the moon is high in the sky," Moon Princess replied, the cryptic message leaving Angelina with more questions than answers.

Angelina sat in her dimly lit room, the glow of her screen the only source of light. Her mind raced with thoughts of eternal beauty, power, and the thrill of the supernatural. She felt a strange sense of excitement mingled with fear, the line between fantasy and reality blurring before her eyes. The full moon was in two days, a fact that seemed both far away and alarmingly close.

For the next 48 hours, she couldn't get the conversation with Moon Princess out of her head. She went through her daily routines, but her mind kept drifting back to the offer. Her online persona, Glamerina Lune, was all about embracing the dark and mysterious, but this was entirely different. It was a chance to become what she had only pretended to be.

The day of the full moon dawned with an eerie calm. The sky was clear, a canvas for the moon's impending dominance. Angelina felt a mix of excitement and trepidation, her thoughts racing with the possibilities of what could happen that night. This was a secret she had to keep, a secret that could change her life forever.

She received a DM on Twitch. It was from Moon Princess

"Have you made a decision, Glamerina?" it stated.

Her hand hovered over the keyboard. "Yes," she replied, feeling the gravity of her choice. "I'll do it."

Moon Princess' response was swift and firm. "Good. Tonight, you must go to the old cemetery near the Potters Field at midnight. You'll find a clearing with a stone altar. Be there."

The message sent a shiver down Angelina's spine, but she felt an unexplainable pull towards the offer. She had always been drawn to the macabre and the mysterious, and now it seemed like she could become part of it. The countdown to midnight had begun, and with it, the anticipation grew like a crescendo.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Angelina prepared for the night ahead. She picked out a crimson dress that hugged her curves perfectly, a nod to her favorite vampire characters. The fabric whispered against her skin as she put it on, the color reflecting the deep red of her hair. The dress was long-sleeved with a plunging neckline, revealing the soft swells of her breasts. It was a seductive choice, one that made her feel powerful and in control.

Her stomach was a riot of nerves as she applied her makeup, going for a look that was equal parts innocent and predatory. Dark liner framed her brown eyes, making them appear almost black in the dim light of her room. Her lips were painted a deep shade of red, reminiscent of fresh blood. It was a look that made her feel like she could take on the world—or at least the world of the undead.

The clock ticked closer to midnight, each second a heartbeat that echoed in her ears. She stepped out into the cool night air, the moon casting a silver glow across the landscape. The cemetery was a short drive from her place and the journey there was filled with a strange mix of excitement and dread. The rustle of leaves and distant howl of a coyote were the only sounds to break the silence, yet she felt as if she were being watched.

When she arrived at Potters Field, the cemetery was eerily still. The ancient headstones stood sentinel, inscriptions worn by time and the elements. The clearing Moon Princess had mentioned was easy to find, nestled in a small valley surrounded by a ring of tall, ghostly trees. The stone altar stood at the center of the clearing, bathed in the soft lunar light. It was a simple, unassuming structure, yet it radiated an undeniable sense of power. Beside the altar was a figure dressed in a long black cloak, facing away from Angelina.

Her heart thudded in her chest as she approached, her heels sinking into the damp earth. The figure turned, revealing a female face that was both hauntingly beautiful and eerily familiar. It was a vampire from a game she had been playing, brought to life. The piercing blue eyes, the sharp cheekbones, the full lips that curled into a knowing smile—it was all there, and it was all too real.

"Welcome, Glamerina," the vampire spoke, her voice a sultry purr that seemed to resonate within Angelina's very soul. "You've come to embrace your destiny."

"Moon Princess?" Angelina asked, her voice quivering as she took in the sight before her. The vampire from the game had come to life, standing before her in all her supernatural beauty.

The vampire nodded, her eyes gleaming with an ancient wisdom. "Indeed, I am she, although my name is Luna," she said, her voice a soft, seductive whisper that seemed to dance on the night air. "And tonight, you shall become one of us."

Angelina felt a thrill of terror and excitement at the same time. This was it. This was the moment she had been both dreading and longing for. She stepped closer to the altar, her heart racing. The stone was cold and rough against her skin as she laid her hand upon it, feeling the ancient power coursing through her veins.

Luna reached out, her hand a stark contrast against the white stone. "You must offer your blood willingly," she said, her voice low and hypnotic. "With this gift, you will gain immortality and the strength of a vampire."

Angelina's heart pounded as she watched Luna produce a small, gleaming knife from within her cloak. The blade looked ancient, as if it had seen centuries of moonlit rituals like this one. The vampire held it out to her, the metal glinting in the moon's light.

"Take it," Luna urged, her eyes never leaving Angelina's. "Cut your palm and let your blood mingle with the moon's essence."

With trembling hands, Angelina took the knife, the cold steel pressing against her skin, and she winced as she made a shallow cut. A bead of crimson blood welled up and fell onto the stone, spreading like a dark blossom in water. The sensation was sharp, but the pain was fleeting, replaced by a strange tingling that danced up her arm.

Luna took Angelina's hand and held it over the altar, allowing the blood to drip onto the stone. "Feel the power of the moon," she whispered. "It calls to you, yearns to make you one with it."

The droplets of blood hit the stone with a rhythmic pattern, almost like a heartbeat. With each one, Angelina felt a massive surge of energy, an electricity spreading through her body that seemed to pulse in time with the moon above. It was intoxicating, and she felt a sudden hunger, a need she hadn't known before.

"Good," Luna murmured, her eyes never leaving the crimson drops. "Now, repeat after me."

Angelina's voice wavered as she recited the ancient incantation that Luna whispered into her ear. The words were foreign, yet they resonated deep within her, as if she had known them all along. The air grew thick with power, and the ground beneath her trembled. The moon, high and full in the sky, seemed to pulse with an eerie light that grew brighter with every syllable she uttered.

As the final word left her lips, Luna brought Angelina's hand to her own mouth. Her fangs, gleaming and sharp, pierced the soft flesh of Angelina's palm. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt—a sharp sting followed by a wave of exquisite pleasure that surged through her body. The warmth of the vampire's mouth against her hand sent a thrill down her spine, and she gasped, her eyes widening in shock.

Angelina felt a burning in her veins, a fiery rush that started in her hand and spread throughout her body. Her vision swam, and she swayed on her feet, falling to her knees. The pain was intense, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of strength that made her feel invincible. Her senses grew sharper, the smells of the earth and the distant sounds of nightlife clearer than ever before.

"You are now one of us," Luna said, her eyes gleaming triumphantly. "Embrace your new life, Glamerina Lune. The world is your playground."

Angelina looked up, feeling the weight of the transformation. Her eyes, once brown, now gleamed with a hint of red, reflecting the moon's light. She felt different, stronger, more alive than ever before. She took a deep breath, inhaling the night air, feeling it fill her lungs with a power she hadn't known existed.

"What happens now?" she asked, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her.

Luna offered her a hand, her own skin cold and smooth. "Now, you must feed," she said, her eyes locking onto Angelina's with a fierce hunger that was both thrilling and terrifying. "You must find someone who will give you their release."

Angelina's thoughts raced. This was the part she hadn't fully considered. The idea of feeding on someone's essence was both alluring and repulsive. But she had made her choice, and there was no turning back now.

"I don't know if I can do that," she said, her voice filled with doubt.

"Every newly turned vampire says the exact same thing. But you will when you are desperately hungry." Luna laughed softly and stroked Angelina's face.

The doubt in Angelina's eyes grew as she contemplated the gravity of her decision. Her stomach rumbled, but it wasn't hunger for food—it was a hunger for something else entirely. The essence of life itself, the very thing that would sustain her in this new form. She thought of her followers, her friends, her life as she knew it, and the thrill of the hunt that now lay before her.

With a nod to Luna, she stepped away from the altar, her legs feeling unsteady. "I need to find someone," she murmured, her mind racing with the implications of her new existence.

"Do not worry," Luna assured her, her voice a comforting purr. "Your instincts will guide you. They always do."

With that, Luna vanished into the shadows, leaving Angelina alone in the moonlit clearing. The silence was absolute, and the gravity of what had just transpired settled over her like a heavy cloak. She took a tentative step, her body feeling both alien and incredibly powerful. The hunger remained, gnawing at her insides like a beast eager to be unleashed. Her thoughts turned to her online persona, Glamerina Lune, and her countless hours playing vampire games and role-playing with her devoted fans. Now, she was living it, a fantasy made flesh. The excitement of the unknown melded with the fear of the consequences, and she couldn't help but wonder if she had made a terrible mistake.

Her senses heightened, Angelina could hear the distant sounds of the city, the beating hearts of animals, and the faint whispers of the night. She felt drawn to the pulse of life, a siren's call that grew louder with every passing moment. The hunger grew, demanding to be sated, and she knew she had no choice but to embrace this new aspect of herself.

Her thoughts turned to her online persona, Glamerina Lune, and the seductive allure she had cultivated over the years. It was a power she had always enjoyed wielding, but now it was more than just an act. She was the predator, the temptress, and the prize all rolled into one. The thought brought a wicked smile to her lips, and she felt a thrill of excitement mingle with the fear.

As she wandered the quiet streets, the scent of sex hung heavy in the air, a potent aphrodisiac that drew her like a moth to a flame. Her eyes fell upon a couple in the throes of passion in an alley, their bodies entwined in a dance as old as time itself. The man's heart pounded like a drum in her ears, his essence a siren's call that she couldn't ignore. She yearned for his cum, but moved on, hunting someone else.

The night was alive with the whispers of those seeking pleasure, and she felt a strange kinship with them all. Her newfound vampiric instincts honed in on the scent of desire, leading her to a small, dimly lit bar where the air was thick with lust. She stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room like a hawk seeking prey. The pulse of the jukebox was a gentle throb that matched the rhythm of her heart—no, her hunger.

Her gaze settled on a man at the bar, his eyes roaming the room with a hint of desperation. He was tall, with dark hair and a strong jaw, the kind of man who looked good in moonlight. He noticed her immediately, his gaze lingering on her crimson dress, her full breasts, and the hint of fangs she hadn't quite learned to hide. She approached him with a seductive sway, her newfound strength giving her confidence she had never felt before.

"Hello," she purred, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to resonate through his very bones. "I'm Angelina. What's your name?"

The man looked up, his eyes widening at the sight of her. "I-I'm Marcus," he stuttered, clearly taken aback by her beauty and the aura of power that surrounded her.

"Marcus," she said, her voice like velvet. "It's a pleasure to meet you." She took a seat beside him, her movements graceful and predatory. "Tell me, do you believe in the supernatural?"

Marcus swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving hers. "Somewhat," he admitted, his voice low and gruff. "Why do you ask?"

Angelina leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. "Because," she whispered, "I'm about to show you something you never thought was real."

Marcus' heart raced as he felt the electricity between them. He had come to the bar seeking a simple hookup, a brief reprieve from his mundane life, but the woman before him promised something far more exotic, something that thrilled him to his core. He nodded, his curiosity piqued. Angelina took his hand and led him out of the bar, around the side to an empty alleyway, the shadows playing across her face like a masquerade mask. Marcus' legs moved automatically, his body responding to her silent commands as if in a trance.

Once they were out of sight, she turned to face him, her eyes flashing with a predatory hunger. "You're going to give me what I need," she murmured, her voice a soft demand that sent a shiver down his spine. Marcus felt his cock twitch in his pants, the anticipation of what was to come a delicious agony. He nodded, unable to form words, his body eager to please her. She leaned up and kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth, as she unbuckled his belt.

The kiss grew more urgent, her teeth grazing his bottom lip as she pulled away, revealing the tips of her fangs. Marcus' breath hitched, but instead of fear, he felt a wave of arousal crash over him. She reached into his pants and wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking him gently. His pulse quickened, his hips jerking forward.

Angelina knelt down and took his cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip with a hunger that was no longer just a game. The warmth of her mouth and the suction of her lips sent waves of pleasure through Marcus, his eyes rolling back in his head. He could feel her fangs, but she didn't bite. Instead, she used them to tease and tantalize, her eyes never leaving his.

"This is what I need." she murmured against his skin, her hand still working him with a fervor that was both terrifying and intoxicating. "Your seed will be my sustenance."

She sucked his cock as hard as she could, her fangs never breaking the surface of his skin, but always there, a constant reminder of what she was. The sensation was unlike anything Marcus had ever experienced—both terrifying and erotic. His orgasm built, and with it, her hunger grew. She could feel the power of the moon, the power of the night, coursing through her veins, demanding to be fed.

As Marcus reached the brink, barely able to groan, he was in such ecstasy she felt his cock twitch in her mouth, his body tensing. With a flick of her wrist, she brought him to climax, the hot spurt of cum hitting the back of her throat. The taste was heavenly, a sweet and salty elixir that filled her with life. She swallowed him greedily, feeling the power surge through her.

Marcus leaned back against the alley wall, panting heavily, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. He looked down at her, still kneeling before him, his seed glistening on her lips. "What are you?" he managed to whisper.

Angelina licked her lips, savoring the taste of him. "I'm a vampire," she said simply, her voice filled with a newfound confidence. "And now, I've fed for the first time."

Marcus stared at her, his chest heaving with the aftermath of his climax. His eyes searched hers for any hint of a lie, but all he found was a fierce, hungry truth. He couldn't believe it—the woman of his darkest fantasies was kneeling before him, her eyes glowing with a hunger that was no longer just a game.

"A... a vampire?" he stuttered, his hand trembling as he reached for her. She nodded, a smirk playing on her lips, as she took his cock into her hand, beginning to jerk it slowly.

"And now, I wish to feed again." she grinned, taking him back into her mouth.

Marcus's mind reeled with disbelief and fear, but his body was under a spell, responding to the allure of the creature before him. Her fangs remained unsheathed as she worked her mouth, her tongue playing with his super-sensitive tip. He could feel his erection growing stronger, his blood rushing with a mix of terror and arousal.

As Angelina felt his cock swell, she knew she had him in her thrall. The power was intoxicating, and she realized that she enjoyed the control. The night had just begun, and she had an eternity to explore the boundaries of her new existence. She sucked him deep and hard, her tongue playing with every inch of his penis.

"Fuck, you're killing me here." he gurgled, his whole body alive with pleasure.

Angelina chuckled, the sound low and dark. "Isn't that the point?" she asked, not pausing in her ministrations. The power was intoxicating, the taste of his desire and fear a heady cocktail that fueled her hunger. She felt his cock throb in her mouth, and she knew he was close again. This time, she wouldn't hold back.

As Marcus' climax neared, she let her fangs graze his skin, feeling the throb of his seed beneath the surface. She flicked her tongue around his cock-head, and he let out a guttural cry as he came in her mouth. She swallowed his essence, feeling the power of his orgasm pulse through her, filling her with a warmth that was more than just sustenance. It was a declaration of dominance, a bonding of predator and prey that thrilled her to her core. His cum was the lifeblood of her new existence, and she craved more.

The alley was a blur of passion and power as Angelina fed, her body adapting to the new sensations. Marcus' eyes were wide with shock and awe, his fear forgotten in the face of such intense pleasure. As she finished, she stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Thank you," she murmured, kissing him gently on the lips. "You've been delicious."

Marcus nodded, his legs wobbly. "What now?" he asked, his voice shaky.

"Now," Angelina said, her eyes gleaming with a predatory satisfaction, "You go home and think about what happened here. Maybe you'll remember it as a strange, vivid dream. Maybe you won't remember it at all." She stepped away, the shadows of the alley swallowing her up until she was nothing but a crimson whisper in the night.

Marcus stumbled back into the bar, his mind reeling from the encounter. The patrons barely noticed him, too absorbed in their own desperate searches for connection. He slumped into a chair, trying to process the surreal events that had just unfolded. He ordered a double bourbon, his hand trembling as he brought the glass to his lips, the amber liquid burning a path down his throat.

Angelina stepped out of the alley, her new vampiric instincts guiding her through the night, her hunger sated for now. Her eyes scanned the dark streets, her heightened senses picking up the scent of arousal from every corner. The city was a buffet of desire, and she was the ultimate seductress. She felt the power thrumming through her veins, a heady mix of adrenaline and supernatural strength. Her first feed had been intoxicating, and she knew she would crave the feeling again soon.

As she walked, she felt the weight of her decision, the reality of her new existence sinking in. Her fingers idly traced the line of her dress, feeling the fabric that clung to her curves, now enhanced by her vampiric allure. The moon above shone down on her, a silent witness to her transformation. She had always loved the night, but now it was more than just a backdrop for her cosplay and streaming. It was her home, her sanctuary.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of laughter and the smell of arousal wafting from an open window. She peered inside, her eyes drawn to a couple in the throes of passion. The woman's moans were music to her ears, and she felt her fangs elongate at the sight of the man's throbbing erection. The hunger grew, a gnawing ache she knew she had to satisfy. But not with them, with someone else.

Continuing her nocturnal prowl, Angelina's heightened hearing picked up the distant beat of a heart that sang to her in a rhythm she hadn't heard before. It was faint, but it grew louder as she approached a small, nondescript house at the edge of the city. The scent of a solitary male, ripe with need, called to her. She moved closer, feeling the thrill of the hunt.
The house was dark, save for a flickering light in an upstairs window. She climbed the tree outside, her newfound agility surprising even herself, and peered in. There, a young man sat at his computer, his eyes glued to the screen, his hand moving rapidly under the covers. She grinned as she saw what he was watching - porn.

Her heart, now beating with the tempo of the night, raced with excitement. This was her chance to show him a world beyond the pixels and polygons, to give him an experience that would make his virtual encounters pale in comparison. She dropped down from the tree, landing silently on the dew-kissed grass. The front door was unlocked, a sign of either carelessness or fate. With the door unlocked, she had technically been invited in, so she stepped inside, the darkness welcoming her like a lover's embrace.

Creeping up the stairs, she could hear his muffled moans growing louder. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light, and she watched him, his hand moving in a frenzy as he watched the movie. She knew what he wanted, what he needed. She was here to give it to him, in a way he could never have imagined. She took off her dress, revealing her naked, voluptuous body, and slithered into the room, her bare feet making no sound on the cold wooden floor.

He didn't notice her at first, so engrossed was he in his digital world. But as she approached, the scent of her filled the air—a heady mix of power and desire that could not be ignored. He looked up, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of her—a beautiful, busty, curvy naked woman standing in his bedroom.

"Who... what are you?" he stuttered, his hand still wrapped around his cock.

"I'm your wildest fantasy come to life," Angelina purred, her eyes fixed on his erection. "And I'm here to give you what you truly desire."

The young man's eyes darted between her fangs and her large breasts, his mind racing to comprehend the situation. She sailed closer, the scent of his lust growing stronger. Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she sat on the edge of his bed, her movements fluid and hypnotic. "You like to watch people pleasuring each other," she whispered, her voice a soft caress. "Now, you get to experience the real thing."

He couldn't tear his gaze away from her, his hand frozen around his cock. "Is this a dream?" he managed to ask, his voice hoarse with need.

"Better than any dream," Angelina replied, her smile wicked. She leaned over him, her breasts brushing against his bare chest, sending a bolt of electricity through his body. He could feel the heat of her breath on his skin, the scent of her power intoxicating him. "Would you like to experience the ultimate fantasy?"

The young man nodded, his voice a strangled whisper. "Y-yes," he stuttered, his hand finally leaving his cock, reaching out to touch her. She allowed it, her skin warm and velvety to the touch. His eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of deception, but all he found was a hunger that mirrored his own.

Angelina leaned down and kissed him, her fangs grazing his bottom lip. The young man's body tensed, but instead of fear, he felt a surge of excitement. He didn't know why, but he trusted her. He wanted her, needed her in a way he had never understood before. His hand cupped her breast, feeling the weight of it, the nipple hardening under his touch.

The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as Angelina straddled him. She could feel his cock pressing against her thigh, his heart racing beneath her palm.  She broke the kiss and looked down into his eyes, her own burning with a fiery hunger.

"You're going to come for me," she murmured, her voice a dark promise. "Many, many times."

The young man could only nod, his voice lost in the throes of desire. He watched, entranced, as she slid down to his cock, taking it in her hand and slipping it into her mouth. Her movements were a symphony of pleasure, each stroke and suck a note that resonated deep within him. He could feel his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls tightening with every second that passed. Her eyes never left his, holding his gaze as if it were the only thing keeping her tethered to this world.

"Oh my God!" he gasped, as her mouth worked him, her fangs just barely grazing his skin, the threat of pain mixing with the promise of pleasure. His hips bucked upward, desperate for more, for the ultimate release. She could feel his climax approaching, his blood pumping through his veins like a river of fire. She flicked her tongue around the underside of his cock, and that sent him over the edge.

With a roar, he came, spurts of cum hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed it all, feeling the power of his release flow through her, filling her with an energy that was more than just sustenance. His hips jerked as she swallowed his cum, her eyes never leaving his, the connection between them stronger than any bond she had ever felt.

When he was finished, she pulled away, licking her lips. "Mmm," she murmured, "you taste divine."

The young man lay there, panting and sweaty, his mind racing. "What are you?" he managed to ask again.

"I'm a vampire," Angelina said with a wink, as she licked the head of his cock, causing him to shudder.

The young man's eyes grew even wider, but instead of fear, there was something else—excitement, fascination, and a burning curiosity. "A real vampire?"

"Yes," she said, her voice a sultry purr that seemed to resonate through his entire body.

He stared at her, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and disbelief. "But, I thought vampires were different."

"That we drank blood?" Angelina smirked, her fangs glinting in the moonlight filtering through the window. "Well, that's the Hollywood version. We've evolved, darling. Sex is the new bloodlust." She leaned back, her voluptuous form swaying with the ease of a predator who had just enjoyed a hearty meal. "Your orgasm was my feast."

The young man's heart hammered in his chest, his thoughts racing.  She leaned down and kissed his lips gently, whispering in his ear as she stroked his chest.

"You are young, so you are virile. Would you like me to feast on you again, as I just did?"

Her words hung in the air, a seductive promise that made his cock twitch back to life. The young man nodded eagerly, his fear replaced by a burning desire to feel her power once more.

"Good," Angelina murmured, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. She slid down his body, her teeth grazing his neck as she went. He shivered, his pulse racing beneath her lips

"But remember," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper "`You're the one who has to come for me."

She stroked his cock, flicking her tongue around it.

"And as long as you can get it like this." she grinned, licking his hardon "I'll keep doing this." and she took him in her mouth.

The young man's eyes rolled back in his head as she began to suck him off with renewed vigor, her fangs a gentle reminder of what she was. Her hand squeezed his balls, and he groaned, his body responding to her touch.

As she sucked him, Angelina felt her power growing, the energy from his climax pulsing through her. She had never felt so alive, so in control. The taste of his desire was intoxicating, and she knew she could get him to come again and again, feeding her insatiable hunger.

The young man's hands found her head, guiding her as she bobbed up and down, her mouth a warm, wet heaven around his cock. He was lost in the sensation, his eyes rolling back in his head as she sucked him deep. Her fangs remained unsheathed, the promise of their potential use adding an edge to the encounter that had him on the brink of ecstasy.

"Oh Jesus..." he moaned, squirming on the bed, as she worked her mouth over his cock. His hand tightened in her hair, pulling her closer. The room was filled with the sounds of wet suckling and his gasps of pleasure. The warmth of her mouth was like a balm, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.

Her eyes glinted up at him, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She could feel his orgasm building, the pulse of his blood quickening, his essence ripe for the taking. She picked up the pace, her hand stroking him faster, her mouth tightening around his shaft. He bucked up, his hips thrusting into her, unable to hold back.

"FUCCCKKKK!" he rasped, as he came for the second time, spurting into her mouth. She took it all in, her eyes locked on his, savoring his taste, his essence, his soul. She felt her own power pulse in response, filling her with a warmth that spread through her body like a wildfire. She swallowed greedily, her eyes locked on his, the bond between them growing stronger with every spurt. He collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving, his eyes glazed with pleasure.

Angelina left the house just before sunrise, her hunger fully sated, and her young "lover" a drained, satisfied wreck. He had never known pleasure like she had given him over those hours, and she was sure he would not forget the night. As she walked away, the city was waking up around her, the sounds of cars and distant voices slowly filling the streets. She found her way back to Potters Field, back to the cemetery, and to her car.

Dawn was a strange time for a new vampire. The world looked different, the colors were muted, and the air was thick with the scent of life and death. She felt the sun's first rays kiss her skin, not burning but warming her in a way that felt almost comforting.

It was a reminder of what she had been and what she had become.