Hey all! First attempt at vampire smut. Go easy on me but advice appreciated! This is a slow burn that will involve lots of power fantasy, fetishes, and the likes. I plan to continue to flesh it out, but please let me know what you all think! As I said this is slow burn so no direct smut yet, but it will happen soon!
As for this specific sub reddit, please tell me if this isn’t allowed. There’s nothing to explicit yet so I’m not entirely sure if it’s smut, but it’s more of a slow burn with lots of power fantasy in it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. And if this isn’t the right place please let me know haha
Here it is:
How the fuck did I get here .
In front of me is a champion of a goddess telling me to join her to vanquish evil forever and there is also the fucking goddess of monsters and blood magic. Oh, and also my best friend is naked ans in front of me passed out. The girl has been trying to convince that I’m the chosen one or whatever while the goddess screams in pain.
“But I still don’t know…. I can’t leave grace. She’s me best friend. She’s more than that…”
“Bah!” The woman exclaims. Women are not meant to love other women. You will learn to be proper if you join me. To see the light you must simply-”
In a flash the goddess broke the chains and cast a spell on the girl. Too weak to stand, she lies down and says “Emma please. I have watched you for some time. Please join me. Be my champion, to hell with Ezalla and her worshippers, you belong with me. And unlike Ezalla and her hatred for womanly love, I embrace it. Help me and be the woman you’ve always wanted to be, with Grace by your side.” Her voice has sincerity, as if she actually cares what happens to me and grace, compared to the other girl who seems to simply see me as a tool. I look to my friend and back Carmilla, she shakily stands up to see me and says a few words i don’t understand before kissing my forehead and biting down on my neck. I cry out in pain and we both collapse.
But soon I am able to stand. I feel power surging through me and I see Catmilla still on the ground. “Please, at least use my last power to save Grace. She is a good girl and they will kill her to keep you from temptation. If I am to be defeated at least save grace.” Her voice was filled with so much sincerity I knew she was telling the truth. Before I could feel the power Carmilla gave me but felt strained to hold back the dark side of the power. Yet finally understanding what Ezalla and her worshipers would do to grace filled me with rage. I felt the unleashed power that Carmilla gave me fill my body, I needed to protect Grace and serve Carmilla. Fuck good and evil, what has this world done to me? Carmilla and Grace are the only two people who have ever shown they care for me and what I want. Grace has been my best friend since childhood, I couldn’t leave her. Carmilla saved my being kidnapped by Ezalla worshipers, who I now realize just want to use me.
As I grow angrier, I begin to see black. I think its just my anger blinding me but I soon realize a thick black smoke is surrounding me. I begin to walk to the unconscious worshiper of Ezalla and as I walk I feel my body shift. The ground grows farther away as I grow taller, soon the sound of my bare feet on the cement is replaced by the scraping of talons, and I can feel the fangs grow in my mouth and the wings on my back. I let out a low growl and as I transform it becomes a lions roar.
The black smoke vanishes, as if terrified of the ungodly sounds I have made. My mighty roar has awoken the worshiper of Ezalla. She at first looks confused but soon realizes what I have become. She grabs for a dagger and as if it was in slow motion, I am able to stop her hand. With my other hand I grab her throat and lift her up, slightly surprised by my new reflexes. Yet it all feels so natural….
I notice my skin has become greenish gray, and fingernails have been replaced by long, razor sharp claws. I finally look to the side where I see a mirror. In the mirror is a monstrous creature who looks to be 7.5 feet tall. Her skin is greenish gray and her body is toned and muscular. She has talons on her feet and claws on her hands. Bony, sharp wings sprout from her back, and her eyes glow orange. She is beautiful. She grins and makes her 3 inch long fangs and serpent tongue visible.
In her hand is a pathetic creature. Squirming, begging for mercy. A human.
Disgust fills me and I look back to my enemy, my prey. She squirms and yells at me “you filthy monster. How could you betray your own kind!”
I loudly hiss at her which seems to drain the fierceness from her. She drops her blade and begins begging for her life. I tighten my grip and say in a voice I don’t reckoning as my own, “So sad. So pathetic. Maybe if you left Grace out of this I would have made it quick for you” I gently drag one of my claws across her face. “But now, you have to pay.” I snarl. I drop her and say “run.” In a deadpan tone.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/rl66uu/first_attempt_at_slow_burn_vampire_smut