Morgan Meets Satan, Part 2

by Single Mom

I am not Ann Rice, and know nothing about vampires, but the subject has always fascinated me.

Although Christmas was not celebrated by vampires, every day seemed like Christmas to Morgan Jennings and her eleven-year-old daughter Sarah.

To Morgan, love and sex were one and the same. If you loved your daughter, you had sex with your daughter. Sex with mortals was simply a prerequisite to feeding. You had sex with them to lower their guard, and then you fed from them, taking only enough blood to fulfill your needs so that you didn't leave a bloodless corpse for the authorities to find.

The desire to feed is both a psychological and physical sensation. Physically, it manifests as an intense hunger or thirst, but is not satisfied by food or drink. Psychologically, a vampire in the throes of the Hunger feels agitated and empowered at the same time. Pulse, heart rate, blood pressure, and sometimes even body temperatures increase, and the fangs are expelled from the upper gums in anticipation of the act of feeding.

Being guilt free took much getting used to. Morgan had to learn that what was perfectly normal to her was not normal to others, like driving stark naked on the highway in broad daylight while Sarah masturbated her. Like masturbating herself or her daughter under the table in a restaurant, while feeding on very rare steaks. She learned that vampires did cast a reflection in a mirror, and did not turn into a puff of smoke when viewing a crucifix. She in fact often used a crucifix to masturbate with, just to prove that she no longer feared the wrath of God.

Light sensitivity was a problem that could be solved by adapting a nocturnal life style or the wearing of extra dark sun glass in the day time. Morgan and Sarah decided to not go outside until late afternoon while the sun was down, and stay out most of the night.

There was no instruction manual when being "Brought over or Turned", so they attended "Court" once a month. "Court" was a monthly social event which is much like a "town meeting" for members of the vampire community in a specific geographic area. Court is usually held at a local coffee house, lounge or haven, and only vampires and "Donor's are welcome. This was an opportunity to socialize with other vampires from all over the state. It was here that they learned the ways and rules of vampirism and donor's.

A donor was someone with an erotic attraction to the taste, sight or smell of blood, who gave their blood without obligation, simply for the thrill of feeling their blood being extracted through swollen labia, or the blood engorged erectile tissue that ran the length of the male penis. The volume of blood taken was strictly limited so that donor's (who were not vampires.) were not "Turned or Brought over."

They had been feeding on small farm animals collected from nearby farms in the dead of night, but Morgan knew that sooner or later they would have a need for human blood, and she would have to go on the hunt like a mother lion, consuming enough blood to feed herself and her young daughter without leaving a bloodless corpse behind.

The pastor's wife Gretchen came to mind.

Morgan's feelings toward Gretchen Sills were conflicting. On the one hand, she was the perfect Christian, serving God and her husband as any good wife should, while on the other hand, she was a raving beauty who turned the heads of most men, and even a few women, including Morgan, causing much guilt on Morgan's part. But the guilt was over, and she was looking forward to sinking her needle sharp fangs into Gretchen's blood engorged labia. Her first task was to cause those labia to become swollen with engorged blood so that Gretchen would offer only minimal resistance to Morgan's advances.

Morgan stopped by Gretchen's house at lunch time, and used her powers of silent persuasion to wrangle an invite to join Gretchen for lunch. Morgan fought valiantly to hide the outward signs of her approaching hunger and desire to feed, by struggling to keep her needle sharp fangs from extending as she hugged Gretchen.

It was as if Morgan were a radio transmitter, and Gretchen a radio receiver, receiving Morgan's thoughts. Without any enticement on Morgan's part, Gretchen, in a trance like state, took Morgan by the hand and silently led her to the bedroom, where she stripped naked, then lay on the bed with legs spread, exposing two, thick, purple, blood engorged labia, and told Morgan to, "Take what you need."

Surprised and delighted by this new turn of events, Morgan, overcome by her ability to transmit her thoughts and desires, removed her own clothing and made mad passionate love to the pastors wife before sinking her fangs into the swollen labia and taking the gift of life. The coppery taste of blood was intermingled with the sweet, while pungent taste of cum.

Morgan, suddenly afraid that she may have taken too much blood in her zeal, bit into her own wrist and fed a small amount of her blood to Gretchen. Just enough to sustain Gretchen's life, but not enough to bring Gretchen over. Morgan silently left Gretchen spread naked on the bead, sexually satiated, and in a near comatose state, caused by the loss of blood.

Gretchen couldn't explain to herself, much less to her twelve year old daughter Mary, why she was in bed, naked, and in the middle of the day. She had no recollection of Morgan's earlier visit or the events that followed . . . except that she had this strange, wonderful feeling of being so sexually satiated. A feeling that she had never had with the good Pastor Richard Sills. Gretchen sat up on the edge of her bed, held her arms out to Mary and gave her a most un-motherly kiss, tasting strangely of Morgan's cum.

"Mommy, how come . . .?" Mary began.

"Shhhhhh," Gretchen quieted her daughter. "Come lay with Mommy," she said, helping Mary up on the bed.

It was as if some unseen force or being had taken control of her body and mind.

Gretchen held her daughter close, showered her face and neck with kisses. Long, slow kisses, not like the quick nibbles and pecks she had given her daughter in times past. Suddenly, Gretchen's kisses landed on her daughters lips, her tongue entered Mary's mouth, in a kiss that she had only read about, but had never experienced in her entire 28 years on God's green earth.

"Father forgive me," Gretchen murmurer as she gave in to the urge to press her long tongue deep into her daughter's throat.

Mary, as confused as was her mother, but equally as aroused, returned the favor. She was, after all, twelve years old, and she did recall her mother washing her private parts when she was younger, and she recalled how good it felt when she rubbed herself down there. But it was always alright, because she prayed and asked Jesus to forgive her. She promised herself that she would pray this time too, but she would wait until what ever was going to happen, happened.

Gretchen put her left arm over Mary's waist, moved her hand down to Mary's buttocks, and pulled her daughter hard against her nakedness. As Mary ground hard against her mother's naked pussy, Gretchen reached up and fed Mary her naked left breast. It had been years since Mary nursed, but it was like getting back on a bicycle, she knew exactly what to do, and she tried valiantly to extract milk from her mother's swollen nipple.

What in the world was she doing? Had she gone mad? What strange, evil thing would cause her to do this to her daughter? The word's "Satan get thee behind me came to mind," but she couldn't get them past her lips. In a final fit of unbridled passion, she pulled her daughter from her breast, rolled her to her back and began to undress her, throwing her cloths across the room to land in a heap near where her's lay.

Mary stared up at her mother, hovering over her. Her Eyes were wide with a passion that most twelve year old's would never know. She felt the same strange presence in the room that her mother had. A presence caused by the small sample of Morgan's blood that was surging through Gretchen's veins at this moment, and would continue to do so for several hours before dissipating and releasing those under it's control from Satan's powers.

Unaware of what was happening, or why it was happening, Gretchen knew that she was filled with an animal lust, and that her young daughter was as well. But something also told her that this too would pass, that God would not allow this to continue, and that what ever was happening, God would fix it all in his good time. . . . So why not take advantage of God's offering? This may never come about again.

Gretchen began to slowly and lovingly lick her daughter as neatly as any cat would lick her new kitten. Both mother and daughter purring like a contented cat with it's motor running. She licked and kissed her way down Mary's front, stopping to lick, kiss and suck on Mary's small peach size breast, paying special attention to Mary's already stiff raisin size nipples.

Mary began to twist and turn on the bed, she arched her back and spread her trembling thighs as Gretchen used both thumbs to part her daughter's labia and tasted the small amount of urine that suddenly appeared at Mary's urethra. Gretchen licked it clean as any good mother cat would do. Gretchen wasn't so old, or so inexperienced that she didn't recognize the urine as the onset of a young girl's orgasm, the sweet but pungent taste of female ejaculate mixed with the salty taste of urine. She covered her daughters urethra with her mouth and waited for her daughter to tremble her way through her orgasm.

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Morgan returned home to find Sarah naked and waiting in ravenous anticipation of the feast of human blood that would soon follow. Anxious not only for the feeding, but for the details of her mother's "Embrace" (Feeding without turning.) from her Sunday school teacher's labia.

Already showing the outward signs of the need to feed, a pale completion, dark circles around red eyes, a rasping voice, and fangs extended. Sarah, unable to wait for her mother to prepare for their usual transfer of blood, buried her fangs into her mothers carotid artery and drank her fill in preparation for the long trip to New Orleans, where the first "Court" for Morgan and Sarah Jennings was to be held.

To be continued?