VAMPIRES: Part 3: Calling The Cavalry

Lucy and her blind sister Ella leave their dead father’s world behind and land in L.A. A swipe leads Lucy straight into Willow’s fangs. The vampire’s mouth owns her in minutes, then the rest of the coven pulls her under a slick, wet tide of bodies. When the thirst starts burning at the base of her throat, Lucy bolts. Ella won’t let her run alone. A stranger’s call in the morning pulls them out: Serena knows the undead, promises a cure, offers a bunker beneath a church that reeks of garlic and cold iron. In exchange, Lucy agrees to a careful strip-down on the steel table. Her pulse, her temperature, every wet fold of her gets measured until the doctor gives the price—kill the coven’s leader. The sisters promise they will. First, Serena says, energy must change hands. Lucy tries to fight it. Ella’s hand sliding between her thighs settles the matter fast. Soon the three of them are stripped, breasts slick against one another, tongues deep in mouths and cunts. Serena spreads Lucy’s swollen lips and feasts while Ella rides her sister’s face. When Lucy’s legs shake, Ella and Serena hold her open and keep her licking, sucking, coming, until they’re a single rolling circuit of wet mouths, sliding fingers, grinding hips. Juice slickes Serena’s thighs; Lucy drinks it and Ella helps, and they fuck each other raw until every scream is raw and empty.