[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hev8el/my_big_titty_goth_gf_is_a_vampire_lesbian_virgin/)
I blinked.
I blinked again.
I took in my surroundings. The torchlight was flickering. My neck was aching. I didn’t see Miranda.
I didn’t see Miranda!!!
I jumped to my feet, and immediately fell on my face. Luckily, it was into the pile of throw pillows scattered around the quizzically massive sewer tunnel. My limbs were weaker than I’d ever felt. Exhaustion pumped through my veins, much unlike my actual heartbeat.
A touch on my back.
A gentle voice.
“Sam.”
“Miranda?” I stilled completely, every bit of nervousness dripping out of me. Her hand traced up and down my bare back, and slipped slim fingers down my panties.
As her fingers traced the dripping flesh, she whispered, “You know that’s not my name, my beautiful one….”
“Mistress….My Mistress,” I moaned, lifting my hips to aid her as she tugged my clothing off of me. “I feel so–”
“Shhh. Sh, and let me touch you, my pretty one….I will sate some of your hungers for you, pet. Just roll over for me, and let me touch you….”
There was no nervousness, no embarrassment, as I rolled over and bared my body to her sight. I didn’t care that she saw the chub of my thighs, the pouch of my belly. I didn’t care about anything except for her smile, red and dripping. That…that redness….
Mistress leaned down, and pressed her lips to mine. Coppery blood flooded my mouth, and I swallowed every drop. The taste was strange, and a part of me balked at it, but…I craved it. Satisfaction drowned out the aching hunger, but it did not sate my lust. I gripped Mistress’ shoulders, pulling her closer to me. She acquiesced, silken robe caressing my tender skin. Her hands traced up and down my waist, fingers sketching curves and sending shivers through me.
“Do you trust me?” Mistress asked, breaking the kiss. Her eyes glowed like embers in the dim torchlight. “Do you love me?”
“Yes! With everything, Mistress. With everything I am.” My response was immediate, instinctual. The sound of violins and bells were swelling on the edges of my consciousness. Desperation for her pride in me followed on its coattails.
“Then, my pretty one….Are you willing to control your urges for a moment so we can talk?” Mistress sat back, her hands stilled at my thighs. She leaned back slightly, her eyes intent on mine.
I whimpered, but nodded, trying to force down the hunger for her. The hunger for…something.
“Do you understand what happened to you, pretty? Do you understand what you’ve become?”
I shook my head, biting my lip hard. Ow–why did that hurt so much more than usual?
She smiled a little sadly, heaving out a sigh. “Ah, my pretty. I worried you wouldn’t have understood. You see, my sweet Sam, I’m a vampire. And, as of earlier tonight, you are as well.”
WHAT.
A VAMPIRE?!?!
My mouth opened and closed repeatedly. No words came out. No coherent thoughts, until finally, I started thinking. “That explains the…the never seeing you during daylight. And the pale skin. And the…uh…hickey bite.”
She chuckled, her shoulders relaxing. “I apologize for that. I always meant to change you. I just…didn’t mean for it to happen that way. And, I wanted your consent first, of course. Are you upset with me?”
I sat up, the blood I had swallowed giving me some strength. Upset with her? With my Mistress? I didn’t even think that was possible. “I couldn’t be upset with you, Mistress. I love you.”
She tugged me to her chest, smothering me between her massive breasts. Her skin no longer felt cool to mine. “I love you as well, Sam. It was the only thing I could think of to save you….I couldn’t stop myself from drinking too much, so I gave you some of mine.”
I nuzzled deeper into her chest, breathing in her scent. She smelled of roses, copper, cherries, with a hint of cinnamon. If I never smelled anything else for the rest of my life, I would be happy. If I spent eternity at her side, I would be happy. “You’re never gonna leave me, right? I can stay with you?”
She kissed the top of my head, and I felt her inhale at the spot where she had torn my scalp and changed everything. “You never have to leave me. You can stay with me, stay mine, forever. I promise I’ll always take care of you.”
I almost wept. I’d never be alone again. I’d always have my best friend there to watch over me. I felt no fear, no worries at all, as she raised my head from her chest and pressed her lips to mine. I lost myself in her kisses, in the coppery taste still present in her maw. Her hands rubbed across my back, soothing me.
But….It wasn’t enough.
I pulled back, unease fluttering through me. I needed more. I needed something. “M-Mistress?”
She took one look at my anxious face, and laughed. “Welcome to the rest of eternity, my beautiful one. What you’re feeling right now is the thirst. The thirst for blood, for its taste, the memories and warmth and life it contains. You will never stop feeling it, but it can be slaked. In fact, it can even be slaked through sex….”
I flushed hard, and wanted nothing more than to bury myself between her legs, but a part of me longed for something…more. “I-I don’t think it’s enough.”
Mistress looked a bit disappointed. “You need blood, then. Don’t worry–I know an easy source for it. I just…need you to promise me you won’t be upset with me.”
I gripped her hands in mine, desperate for her to understand this: “I can never, ever be upset with you. I love you too much, Mistress. Just tell me what you need to.”
Squeezing my hands, she went on. “I have someone else. Her name is Lizzy. There’s no emotions between us, but she acts as my donor. She’s why I was able to stay so long as your friend without losing control.”
Mistress had…someone else? My heart cracked at her words, and I felt like I wanted to cry. I wasn’t enough for her? I-I had to do better!
Seeing the look on my face, Mistress wrenched me back to her chest. “Sam, I promise. There’s nothing at all you need to fear. Lizzy is not like you. She simply enjoys being bitten.”
Relaxing somewhat as she pet my hair, I sighed. I still felt anxious, but what she was saying was finally starting to sink in. “I-I understand. So, does this mean I can bite her?”
Chuckling, she kissed my head. “You’re not ready to bite her, dear. Don’t worry–I know just what to do. Give me a moment to summon her.”
I frowned slightly, but stayed snuggled in her chest. The sound of bells and violins, the enthralling music of my Mistress, disappeared from my awareness. I raised my head, but she simply winked at me.
It only took moments for the ladder to start ringing with the sound of eager feet. From the edges of the torchlight darted the most beautiful girl, aside from my Mistress, that I have ever seen.
Lizzy was tall and thin, her skin the color of hot chocolate with just a bit of whipped cream. Her hair was thick and black, and hung in ringlets to her waist. Her eyes shone with barely contained passion, and she barely noticed my presence as she ran to Mistress’ side. She dropped to her knees, and pressed her forehead to the pillows. “Mistress, I was worried you wouldn’t call me!”
Miranda’s hand brushed the hair back from Lizzy’s forehead, before raising her by her chin til she sat back on her haunches. Lizzy’s full chest swelled under her Cure t-shirt, her slender thighs showing through the artful rips in her jeans. “I didn’t call you here for me, little pup. I called you here for my girlfriend.”
I nearly swooned at her words, my mouth dropping open.
Finally, Lizzy noticed me. She looked me up and down, measuringly, before letting out a soft ‘harrumph’. “So, this is the girl.”
“Yes. This is she, and as of earlier tonight, she has joined me in the afterlife. It was…very much impromptu, so I was unable to follow my earlier plans. In that case, pup, I would like you to feed her.”
Lizzy still looked a bit put off by me, and I could sense judgment and jealousy rolling off of her in rippling waves. At the same time, she did not hesitate to angle her head to the side, and bare her slim neck.
I would have launched myself at her had Mistress’ grip not suddenly tightened upon me. “No, pup. Not like that. Fetch me a mug from the shelf there.”
I was shaking with need as Lizzy stood, and walked to the edge of the tunnel. She picked up a large coffee mug, and carried it over with a curious expression on her face. She sat back down beside us, and I noted with amusement that the mug read “I’M FEELING FANGTASTIC”, and bore an image of fangs dripping blood.
Mistress took the profferred mug, and told Lizzy to extend her wrist. Still clutching me tight to her chest, my shaking trembling us both, she nipped at the wrist just enough to open up the veins.
Blood, beautiful blood, dripped out.
Mistress groaned at the sight, the sound melding with my starving whines. I had never wanted something more in my life. I had never felt so hungry. Nothing in the world existed but the blood.
When the mug was partially filled, Lizzy was told to lean back, and wrap the wound. From her pocket, Lizzy drew a small first-aid kit, and within seconds had it expertly wrapped. She scuttled backwards, panting softly.
I didn’t care. I just needed the contents of that mug.
I needed it. I needed it. I needed it.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t lunge forward to take it sooner as my beloved pressed the edge of the mug to my lips, trying not to shake as I finally got to taste it. I finally got to taste the warm, fresh blood as it poured down my throat.
Mistress’ hand slipped back to my pussy again, and rubbed across my clit. My eyes rolled back in my hand, the swelling pleasure and the flavors of the blood overwhelming me. I ground into her hand as the last of the blood dripped into me, slaking the burning thirst. “Come here, pup.”
Lizzy was at my side without hesitation, and without a word from Mistress, pressed her lips to mine. I moaned at her kiss, pulling from my beloved to press to her instead. The warmth of her body, the pulse of her life…I wanted it all.
I pressed her to her back, my hands barely avoiding ripping her shirt as I tugged it off her body. As I tugged her nipple into my mouth, Mistress’ hands continued their work, fingers thrusting into my soaked pussy as a thumb rubbed across my clit.
“Be gentle with her, pet….Be gentle, my beautiful one….”
Lost in a hazy dream, I devoured Lizzy. Her skin was pliable, yielding, soft, warm. Her perfect body responded to my every touch, lick, and oh-so-careful bite. I kept myself from breaking her skin, driving myself to slake the returning hunger with something other than blood.
I would sake my thirst on her lust.
As I kissed my way down her chest and stomach, tugging off her jeans as I went, my beloved lay with her head between my legs. She pulled my pussy to her mouth, expert tongue darting across my clit. I squirmed, and came almost instantly, my cries joining Lizzy’s as my tongue finally found her clit.
Violins, bells, moans. Hunger, desperation, love, ecstasy, craving, need.
And, eventually, exhaustion.
I couldn’t move anymore. At some point, Lizzy and my beloved had changed places, and the only thing I could taste was cherries.
“Dawn must have come,” Lizzy gasped out, tugging herself from between my legs. With practiced skill, she helped Mistress and I to a darker area of the tunnel, far from any hint of daylight. She pulled blankets over us, covering us in warmth and softness.
“Much better than a coffin, eh, pet?” Mistress giggled, tugging me into her arms.
“So, so much better.”
As the sun rose far above us, and Lizzy climbed the ladder and left us alone, I fell asleep in the arms of my beloved.
In the arms of my Mistress.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hjfpr3/my_big_titty_goth_gf_and_i_are_vampires_lesbian
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