And here it is. As I promised a long time ago, I shall make this blog my main publishing platform. And, without DeviantArt's restrictions, I shall have freedom to write more mature and explicit tales. Anyway, there are some others ready to be published and I plan to upload most of my DA gallery to here. Let´s see how this goes!
Also, this was supposed to be uploaded back in October but well... At least it's here! As always, the story version can be found below!
Image source: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/77175868
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“You are not in the list.” The guard answered, impassive. “W—Wait, there must have been a mistake!” Quincey babbled, doing a considerable effort to speak with the vampiric denture. Inside the party, Quincey noticed Mina, her gorgeous figure covered by a sexy cat costume. “Hey, Mina! Tell this man to let me pass, he says my name isn’t in the list!” Quincey yelled, causing half of the people nearby to laugh. ‘Please, tell him!’ Quincey thought, not expecting Mina to blush and, embarrassed, go back inside the house. He tried to go after her, only to be pushed back by the security guard. The laughter only increased as he fell on the street, his glasses being knocked out of his face and nearly breaking with the impact. Getting up, he threw the denture on the ground and and turned around, trying not to cry as walked back home, the sound of laughter still haunting him.
Everyone he knew was invited to Mina’s party. For weeks he heard people whispering about what costume they would wear, who was going with who, so on and so forth. It was almost illogical to assume that he would be the exception. OK, he wasn’t popular, and fine, he had no close friends—but hey, there was no reason for the most popular girl he knew to specifically not invite him, right? Walking down the dark street that led his place, he couldn’t avoid feeling pathetic. For believing he was part of the group, for believing they would like his Dracula costume, for believing he would finally have a chance to make friends. He sobbed, tearing the cape that took him nights of hard work to manufacture. Crying, he sat on an empty bench, in the middle of a small park where no one besides darkness could hear his moans. He didn’t want to go to that stupid party, nor to his lame house; he wanted to disappear.
“That is a cute Dracula outfit you are wearing.” Came a soft voice close to him. Quincey let out a short scream, not expecting to find an adorable girl sitting right by his side. He was stunned, unable to do more than wonder where she came from as he stared at her outfit. Given the date, it was logical to assume it was a costume; her eccentric and old fashioned dress being more than fitting for halloween. Although, something about her told him it was not just a dress-up. As if noticing his stare, she smiled, passing her hands on the curls of the red dress. Her skin was pale, almost ghostly so, contrasting with a pair of crimson eyes that just had to be contacts. “What’s wrong? I do not appreciate the picture of a cute young man crying...” She asked, almost in a whisper, trailing her cold hand on Quincey’s cheek. “I got dumped from a party.” He was surprised by his own sincerity, the words simply coming out from his mouth as soon as the girl asked them to. “Oh my, how could they throw you out? Did you do something wrong?” She asked. Who was that girl, what did she want? And why was Quincey’s heart beating so fast? “I-I honestly don’t know… I mean, I wasn’t technically invited, but...” “Shhhhh...” She whispered, pressing her finger to his lips with a feather-light touch. Her hand was so cold and yet so soft... “The world is not treating you well, is it, Quincey?”
He froze still. How did she know his name? “Calm down, OK? I’m a friend. My name is Lucy.” She smiled. “See? Now we both know each other’s name.” Quincey was paralyzed, not only in fear, but in wonder. There was something about this girl, something so pure and yet…so intense. And without any warning, another sob escaped his lips, starting once more his crying. “Shhh, my dear...” she whispered, hugging him. “W-What did I do wrong?” He asked, finding the cold touch somehow comforting. “Nothing, my dear.” As she pulled him to her lap and his head touched her dress, the time seemed to freeze for Quincey. He couldn’t stop crying, on the lap of a woman he didn’t know, whose skin was as cold as a corpse, and yet he felt relieved. “Why? Why do they bully me, ignore me, hate me?” “Because men are afraid of those among them who are superior.” She answered, moving her fingers through his hair while her other hand caressed his neck. “Superior?” He laughed mirthlessly. “How? I’m a nerd, a creep.”
“You may think of yourself like that.” She whispered, her lips almost touching his ear. “But you have so much potential, I can’t even begin to describe.” “I do?” He asked, still sobbing. His body trembled as her mouth kissed his neck. “Yes, my dear. Allow me to make your potential bloom.” For a second, Quincey felt a terrible pain on his neck. And then, for a moment, he simply stood there with his head on her dress, the world around them completely frozen. Not even the warm sensation of his own blood trailing down his neck made him protest; the tears not flowing anymore. “And how could you make it?” He asked, his heart beating faster than it had his entire life. “With an almost perfect body like yours...” She detached her lips from his neck for only just a second, all while her hand slowly caressed his chest, his belly, his crotch... “You just need a few adjustments...” She whispered, her hand slowly unzipping his pants and finding its way inside, the cold tip of her fingers touching his penis—which only then Quincey noticed was hard. She kissed his neck a few more times as she groped his dick. At the first rub on his organ, she once again attached herself to his neck.
“Nearly perfect...” He whispered, his heart beating even faster. Up till that moment, he hadn’t even realized how Lucy’s hand felt even colder than before. Or was it his blood that felt warmer? Either way, his skin was boiling; his feverish body burning with pleasure. “Yes you are, my dear.” Her voice echoed in his thoughts. She moved her hand faster for a second, her cold thumb rubbing the tip of his dick. “And soon will be perfect.” That sentence came followed by a moan. This time, though, what Quincey heard was his own voice. It was unlike anything he felt before: as she masturbated him, Quincey could feel his body getting weaker, while everything felt so cold against him, his cutis burning, almost of the point of melting. No, not melting, softening. He could feel, against the fabric, against Lucy, the peach perfect softness of his own skin.
And at every moment Lucy’s hand felt bigger, the petite fingers better covering his penis. Slowly lubricating it with his precum, Lucy herself seemed so much bigger than before. Even though he was still bigger, Quincey was surprised when he looked down, for what he saw was his own petite body; his exposed arms without a single trace of hair, even his exposed genitals were completely shaved. And her hand, her thighs, Lucy herself looked so big… On the other hand, each limb of Quincey’s body felt so delicate and petite. Not only was he smaller, the proportions seemed slightly wrong too. He felt the heat of his skin slipping to his bones; his heart racing even faster. Once again, he thought to be melting. But even if he was, at every movement she made, at every squeeze of his organ and at every suck on his neck, he was slowly rebuilt, his bones reformed, his figure reshaped. His face now felt odd against Lucy’s dress and his legs seemed too far apart. His hips required him to readjust on the bench and when the first throb came from his dick, Lucy fastened her movements.
He felt his legs spreading, a reaction to arousal he never had. Looking down once again, the body of a woman he never met greet him; his dick, even if smaller than before, was the only resemblance of the body he once knew. Now even his chest felt weird, as what was most probably breasts grew larger at every suck and every squeeze on his organ. Pressing against the fabric of his costume, the mounds of flesh now shook together with the rest of his body, slightly wobbling as Quincey felt the climax. But, contrary to what he would expect, his heart was not racing… It was beating slower at every rub, at every soft moan he produced. And he kept looking down as his penis shrunk to sizes he never thought to be possible, until Lucy’s thrusts turned into a rub on its tip. His heart was slower, but his inners were warm and between his legs a wet feeling began to grow. Lucy rubbed the clit that just moments ago was the tip of Quincey’s penis, drawing circles about the still-forming pussy. The girl on her lap felt her legs trembling, a squishy sound coming from the movements and thrusts of Lucy’s fingers. Alien to her surroundings, her mind went blank, lost in a spiral of pleasure, all while her legs shook, squirming against the soaked hand of the woman masturbating her. As she came and the vampire let go of her neck, only the later realized her victim’s final heart beat.
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“Let’s just be quick, ok?” Jonathan murmured, breathing heavily between kisses with the unknown girl. “If Mina finds out, I’m gonna-” “Come on, handsome, don’t talk about your girlfriend now...” The girl whispered back, closing the door of Mina’s room behind them. Now completely alone, she took her pants off with quick movements, feeling the warm breath of the boy on her neck. She could easily feel his clothed boner, and as soon as she revealed that she wasn’t wearing any underwear (except for the sexy bra that barely fit as such), she made sure to help him undress. The party was almost over, Jonathan was too drunk and Mina too busy. Rubbing against him, kissing his chest, she pressed her breasts against him, moving his penis to between her thighs. But just when she was about to masturbate him with her legs, Jonathan felt an unbelievable pain on his neck, his attempt to scream suffocated by the girl’s hand. He could feel her arousal as much as he could feel the warm liquid running down his neck. Before he could even understand what was going on, he fell unconscious, his blood wetting the carpet on Mina’s floor.
“Ah, such a delicious meal...” The girl babbled, almost moaning on the edge of a climax. Sitting on Mina’s bed, she felt as powerful and fulfilled as she never did before. “You were right, Mistress, this does feel right!” She whispered, still naked and covered in the boy’s blood. She made sure to put the skimpy vampire costume back and clean most of the visible blood before walking out of the room. She easily slipped through the crowd of people; all of them too drunk to notice her. The only exception was Mina. As she walked towards the exit, passing by a security guard that acted as if she was invisible, the girl stared at Mina in a way that made chills go down her spine. Her boyfriend was just the first one.
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