Part 5 - Becum One Of Us

Veronica Layke walked into practice knowing exactly what we were. The new girl didn't care. She just wanted to cheer. So we gave her what she wanted. We held her down on the gym mats and sank our teeth into her thighs, her neck, her breasts. Blood smeared across her uniform while we drank. When the venom hit her she arched off the floor and came so hard her legs shook. Now she was one of us. Four vampires and one brand-new convert fell into each other on those same mats. Jessie Lee rode my face until my jaw ached and I tasted nothing but her. Krissie Dee bent Draven over the bleachers and fucked her open with fingers slick from both of us. Veronica slid between my legs and drank like she'd been hungry her whole life. We didn't stop until the sun came up and our bodies stuck together with sweat and come. Fifty years later I run this school. The championships keep coming. Then Tommy Pistol showed up at the fifty-yard line, half-transformed, cock already thick and angry. My girls circled him like a pack. We tore his shirt, his jeans, the last bit of human skin he wore. He howled when Krissie Dee took his cock down her throat while the rest of us fed on his neck, his wrists, his chest. Blood ran in rivulets down his stomach and we lapped it up like it was ours to take. He healed fast and turned mean. Pinned Draven face-first against the bleachers and fucked her until her fangs came out and she screamed into the metal. Bent Jessie Lee in half and drove into her so hard the boards cracked. When he got to me he didn't ask. He shoved me onto the fifty-yard line, ripped my panties aside, and buried himself to the hilt. Every thrust came with teeth at my throat and fingers bruising my hips. The whole squad took their turn on his cock, came on his tongue, and let him tear us open again. By the end the turf was soaked red and the moon was the only thing left watching.