Date: Tue, 22 Nov 2016 17:03:57 +0000 From: Charles Bozeman Subject: A Tale of Two Curses - Futanari Vampires Part 2 (TG) A Tale of Two Curses – Futanari Vampires By: The Archivist Chapter 2 – A Day in the Sun ...and what a night it was. Misty and I put my new dick to the test. Before the night was done, Misty had learned that a Vampire cannot depend on their body behaving naturally, but can concentrate and control it. Using this technique, she stayed hard and fucked me for hours, and I did the same to her. As the sun rose, we both felt the weariness enter our bodies. Before it could set in completely, I changed the sheets ruined by blood and cum, and we fell asleep in each other's arms. We did not wake that way. I was awakened not by the setting sun revitalizing my undead nature, but by Misty shouting "WOO HOO!" My eyes shot open. Weariness infused my being I felt... Good. Unusually so. Normally being awake during the day makes me unable to move without groaning. This was less than a mild hangover. I rolled over to see my newly converted thrall playing with her cell phone. "What's going on?" I croaked. Misty jumped. "OH! I'm so sorry mistress! I was just..." "Is that your cell phone?" "Oh don't worry mistress. I wasn't telling people I'm a vampire now. I was playing a cat game; you see you get cats..." "No dear. I mean, your cell phone was in your purse. Your purse was downstairs. The sun is up. How did you get your phone?" "Oh, I just went downstairs. Don't worry, I stayed out of the direct sunlight." Misty's tone was so casual that she must have thought she insulted me when my mouth dropped open in utter shock. If I wasn't already as pale as a vampire could possibly be, I'd have paled. "I was very careful mistress! No one saw me! I used a towel from the bathroom to cover up! I'm sorry!" "***Show me your hands. Now.***" I willed her. She did. They were the perfect pale skin of a vampire. No burns, boils, char marks, not even any redness. "How is this possible?" "I don't know what you mean mistress. I just did it." "You should be dead, or at least seriously burned. Even standing in a room with indirect sunlight should give you a severe sunburn in a matter of SECONDS. You'd burst into flames in under a minute! You're telling me you walked into the dining room with the sun shining through the windows and you're FINE?" She looked down at herself. "Yup!" I looked at the door to my bedroom hanging open. There was a small line of sight down the stairwell to the first floor. Sure enough a small triangle of the wall was illuminated with what could only be sunlight. If this had happened yesterday I'd have shrieked and slammed the door shut. Today I was curious. I stood up. "Mistress?" Misty said. I turned to her. "***Go to the bathroom, get some towels and soak them with cold water. If you hear me screaming, run down the stairs and smother me with them and drag me upstairs. Tell me you understand.***" I willed as hard as I could. "I understand." she said with a nod. "***Good. Go.***" She ran to the bathroom as I turned toward the door. I was afraid, but much less than I should have been. I walked out into the hall, and began to go down the stairs. The light was dim, reflected off the floor, but it was still sunlight. At this point I should have had a severe sunburn, or worse, begun to smoke. I was fine. I got down to the foyer at the bottom of the stairs. Windows to the side of the front door made bright parallelograms on the hardwood floor. Small rainbows littered the floor where the edges of the windows tapered. I edged closer, clinging to the wall. I slipped around the pools of light and crept towards the dining room to the left of the door. Sure enough, Misty's purse was open, on the floor of the dining room. Larger pools of sunlight illuminated the room more brightly than the foyer. My skin began to tingle gently. I should have been smoking like a chimney. I steeled myself. I reached into the light with my left hand for an instant and pulled it out. It felt hot. I looked at my hand. It was a bit red but not burned. I put it in again, this time holding it there. The tingle immediately turned to burning, and I pulled it out after a slow count of five. My hand was red and raw with blisters beginning to form. It hurt a lot. Then, the blisters started to shrink. My mouth dropped open. Vampires can heal cuts, broken bones, bruises, anything short of decapitation or staking within seconds. But sun damage can take days, even more than a week in extreme circumstances to heal. My hand was fine in less than a minute, as if it was a burn caused by a stove. I had to know. I gathered my hair behind my head with one hand and gently leaned over. I looked into the sun. It was the most beautiful thing I had seen in 200 years. Then, of course, I went blind. I staggered back and crashed ass-first into the wall. I felt with my hands and stumbled back to the stairs. I climbed the stairs on all fours. Halfway up, I heard Misty clamber down. I saw her as an indistinct blur as she helped me to my feet and dragged me up the stairs. "Are you OK mistress?" she asked in a high, tight voice. I looked down at her and she slowly came back into focus. My vision returned to normal. It couldn't have been two minutes since I saw the sun. I wrapped her in my arms and crushed her to my chest. "Thank you... thank you... thank you..." I repeated as I began to sob. I didn't stop. I held her and sobbed and kissed the top of her head over and over, all the time saying "thank you." I kept going until I felt something strange graze my leg. Of course, I was crushing her face directly into my breasts. She was getting hard. "Oh, you poor dear! I'm sorry!" I said as I stepped back. She beamed back up at me. "It's alright, Mistress. I just don't understand what's happening." "***Misty, you don't have to call me Mistress anymore. You can call me whatever you like.***" I willed at her. "Whatever I like?" she asked. "Whatever you like." I repeated. "I like calling you Mistress. It makes me feel... hot." She grinned a wicked grin. "Oh, it does, does it? Then I am going to make you shout that name." I shoved her and she fell backwards onto the bed giggling. I pounced onto her legs, holding them down and popped the head of her semi-erect cock into my mouth. Normally I detest fellatio as any substance other than blood tastes absolutely awful to vampires. But Misty had earned it. Her curse had somehow made me resistant to sunlight. Had you told me to suck a thousand dicks to get this blessing, I'd have done so without hesitation. Sucking one particularly adorable cock was a steal by comparison. I bobbed my head up and down, working the shaft with my hand and swirling my tongue around the edge of the head. Then I pulled my hand away and shoved my head forward, enveloping her cock and pressing my lips to her pelvis. I felt her throb in my throat as I sucked hard. "Oh, YES, Mistress! That's SO good!" she shouted. Not having to breathe, I kept it up. I felt her become more engorged and she began to moan in little yips of pleasure. I eased off and began to pump her with my hand. "When you're about to come, tell me." I said as I dove back onto her dick. I deep throated her as I rubbed my tongue up and down her shaft. Then, I slowly moved back up and playfully nipped the head with my teeth. Not the fangs. I licked the tip gently and then suddenly plunged two fingers into her pussy. She let out a little "Oooh!" and her butt jumped up off the bed. I fucked her with my fingers as I went back to full throat, then almost out, then back over and over. "I'm coming, mistress!" Misty shouted as she filled my mouth with cum. For a split second I was annoyed as she was supposed to give me a bit more advance notice. Then I tasted her cum. It was musky and a bit salty with a bit of a sweet tinge. I tasted it. I tasted a thing that was not blood. It was so good; I swallowed the whole load without even thinking. In a panic, I pulled back and lurched toward the bathroom, fully prepared to retch it up. However, as I lifted the lid of the toilet, I realized I wasn't nauseous. In fact, I felt full and satisfied. Not as satisfied as with blood, but there was definitely a feeling in my core. I went back out to find Misty collapsed on the bed. I grabbed her dick again and began to pump. "No, no more..." she muttered. "***Get hard and let me suck you again.***" I willed. Her eyes popped and she lolled her head back. I began to suck in earnest. "***Come as soon as you can.***" She moaned and screwed up her face, almost certainly in pain. She eventually squealed and shot another load onto my tongue. I locked my lips around the tip and caught every drop. Just as before, it was good. Not really good, though. Alright, imagine that for two hundred years, you'd only eaten vanilla ice cream. It's sweet and rich and delicious. Sometimes you get a slightly different one, like a French vanilla, but it's vanilla, day in, day out for two centuries. Then one day you get pistachio. Even if you're not a pistachio person, you enjoy it because it's not vanilla. I savored her cum. It was slimy and the muskiness was a bit unwelcome and salty enough to almost overpower the sweet. Any human would spit it out without a second thought. It took all my self control not to gargle it like a porn star. Misty groaned. "Oh god, I'm so hungry..." Her fangs were out and she covered her eyes with her arm as she squirmed on the bed. "Ah, yes, you can't normally produce cum anymore, so your body depletes the magic that it draws from blood to create it. Here." I jammed my wrist in her mouth. She bit. I pushed through the cloudy euphoria of a vampire's bite and willed her to stop when I felt she had enough. "More, Mistress. Your blood tastes so good." she whined. "No, Misty. Tonight we will get you some fresh blood." I replied. "Cumming so much made me so hungry. Why did you want me to cum so bad, mistress?" I paused. I've been such a bad maker. "Forgive me, Misty. As your maker I'm supposed to explain how being a vampire works. Instead, I've been so preoccupied figuring out how much I've changed. I wanted to taste your cum because normally anything but blood tastes awful. Your cum tastes like nothing I've had since I became a vampire. It made me want more of it, so I made you cum again." "You think my cum tastes good, Mistress?" "Oh, yes, my wonderful thrall. It's amazing." She jerked her cock hard and a small bead of cum dripped out. She scooped it up with a finger, and tasted it. "It's the same as it always is." she said matter-of-factly. I shook my head. "You don't know. You've never been a vampire without the... other thing. I'd do anything to taste it again, but you're too hungry. If you come again, you might lose control." "I have an idea." She said as she crawled over to me. She took my cock into her mouth and gently began to run her tongue over my glans. I moaned. She sucked gently and slowly for several minutes. Then she slowly built up pace. I found myself thrusting up to meet her mouth, until I was fucking her face as fast as she could suck. As I looked down I moaned even more loudly as I saw her looking up at me with that angelic face. Her blue eyes trained on mine, innocent and wanton at the same time. She pulled back slightly and pumped me with one hand as she gently ran her teeth over the head. "Oh, Misty..." I groaned. "If you keep doing that I'm going to cum..." She wrapped her lips tighter around me and lashed the tip of my cock with her tongue as she pumped her hand faster. Once again I felt a buildup behind my new penis that exploded with pleasure as I filled her mouth. I lost count of how many ropes of cum I sprayed into her mouth. By some miracle, she caught it all. She then crawled up the bed, rubbing her tits across my body as she did, and kissed me. My own cum flowed into my mouth. Greedily I drank it down as my tongue wrestled with hers. We kissed and savored the salty treat as we caressed each other up and down. Eventually, the cum consumed, we parted. Misty gave me one last peck on the lips and looked me in the eyes. "I love you, Mistress Kelly." Before I could even process what she said, I was overcome with emotion. "Oh, my dear, I love you too." We both started sobbing a bit and wrapped our arms around each other. "***Sleep, my love.***" I willed. She nodded and her eyes fluttered shut. I held her close and let myself fall back into the slumber that daytime brings. Hours later, as the sun set, we awoke in each other's arms. No words passed as we kissed slowly and passionately for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually, I sat up as Misty whined with disappointment. "Now now, none of that my sweet. Tonight I must make amends to you and be the maker that I should be. I will teach you the wonder and terror of the night, and you will taste the heart's blood of your first meal." "Yes, Mistress. Who am I going to bite?" she said with a little fear in her voice. "Earlier you mentioned a roommate. Something about her being crazy? She will be your first meal. We have to retrieve your things, anyway." Misty cringed. "Oh no..." "***Do not fear.***" I willed. "You are a vampire. She is a mortal. You will take her and you will love it." "Yes, Mistress." Misty put on the clothes she was wearing last night as I found a smart outfit in cream and teal that set off my red hair. She directed us to her apartment building, an old mansion split up into separate apartments. As we drove, I interrogated her about her roommate. Her name was Angela. She recently began a modeling job after a hiatus in Europe. Apparently she came from a family of means. The reason Misty was afraid of her was that Misty had cursed her as a futanari as well. Angela had been tormenting her ever since; blaming Misty for ruining her modeling career. Misty took the abuse because it was similar to her old home life, and because being Angela's fuck doll kept Angela from spreading the curse further. "What made you turn her?" I asked. "I didn't know much about the curse. We worked together to figure it out. As time goes on, a futanari becomes more and more horny. Cumming in an unprotected pussy makes the horniness go away completely. Any other method of cumming except jerking off reduces the horniness, but not by much. Jerking yourself off barely does anything. Condoms greatly reduce the effect too, but stop the spread of the curse. I cursed her when she sabotaged the condom we were using because she wanted to feel me cum. She still blamed me, though." "Hmmm. I have known women like that." "Anyway, we've been working side jobs as waitresses and store clerks, just enough to get by, and fucking each other. Well, mostly her fucking me. But I couldn't take it anymore and I went looking for someone else to help me relieve the horniness. I needed a woman. The curse makes you crave women. I can't even find a man sexy anymore. Men don't help with the horniness even if you force it." "Did you force it?" I asked. "Yes, in my old town in Montana. I let myself get fucked by a guy. I even fucked him back, but it didn't help at all." "Did anything happen to him? Grow a second penis?" "No." Misty replied. "The curse doesn't seem to work on men." "So, it's women or nothing, as far as the curse is concerned." I gripped the steering wheel and honestly tried hard to remember the last time I had sex with a man. It was hard to remember, and it didn't do anything for me. I tried to think of a man as sexy and it just... slipped away every time. "Yeah," Misty said. "The horniness really bad if you ignore it, so much so that you can't think of anything else. Luckily, the futa curse makes you emit some kind of pheromone that drives women who aren't futanari wild." "I remember catching your scent and almost biting into your neck in the bar right then and there." "Yeah, it can be kind of overpowering. My plan was to find another woman, keep her enthralled with the pheromones, but use condoms to keep from cursing her so I could get relief from Angela's non-stop fucking. Oh FUCK!" she suddenly shouted. "I've been away for a day. She's gonna be PISSED." "Remember. You are a vampire. Deal with her." Misty nodded at that. We arrived at her place. We climbed an exterior staircase to her door. Misty unlocked it and we went inside. A musky smell filled the air. Her living room was strewn with takeout boxes and used tissues. The couch had prominent stains on it. A woman with bronzed skin and sandy blonde hair came out from one of the bedrooms. She was wearing a striped pink robe, which bulged prominently from her erection. "Misty!" she shouted. "Where have you been? You didn't fuck another woman, did you? Did she fuck a dick onto you too, slut? Get your bitch ass in..." "***Stop.***" Misty willed her. She stopped mid-word, mouth hanging open. "Yes, I cursed you, and I'm sorry. But you will not speak to Mistress Kelly like that again." "Good." I said. "Now, what do you want to do to her?" She looked back at me, heat in her eyes. "Everything." "Then take her. Put on a show for me, my sweet." "W... Wha..." Angela said as she fought off the compulsion. "***Do everything I ask you to do from now on. Come here.***" Misty willed. Angela walked over to Misty and fell to her knees. Angela pulled up Misty's skirt and took her penis out of her panties. Misty turned to me. "Mistress, I didn't tell her to do that." "No, you didn't. That can only mean one thing. She wants you." I answered. Angela nodded. "Please, I'm so horny, I need it..." she moaned, rubbing Misty's hardening cock on her face. "***Suck my dick, bitch.***" Misty willed. Angela dove onto the cock like it was the only thing that could save her life. She worked it like a trained whore, making vulgar slurping noises. "Enough. Get on the couch." Misty willed. Angela walked over to the couch, dropped her robe, and flung herself over the arm of the couch. Her pussy drooled down the length of her cock, which was bigger than Misty's but not quite as big as mine. I smiled. It seems that owning a penis automatically puts your mind into the size game, and it feels good to win. Misty walked over and roughly plunged her cock into Angela's pussy. "OH YES FUCK ME! I NEED IT SO BAD!" Angela shouted. Misty started strong and didn't let up. Misty came quickly, and lifted Angela off the couch and into the air, impaling Angela on her cock as she came. "Nooooo..." Angela whined. "I need to cum... I need to cum..." "Shut up." Misty willed. She flipped Angela around and threw her onto the couch. Angela bounced and tried to right herself, but Misty was on her, kneeling over her and holding her torso down. Misty rubbed her pussy up and down the length of Angela's cock. "You see how it feels?" she taunted. Then she grabbed Angela's face and shoulder. She leaned back, bared her fangs, and bit into Angela's neck. Angela came immediately, fountaining cum into the air. It landed on Misty's back. I watched, approvingly. This is how a vampire deals with an uppity mortal. Misty drank from Angela and then pulled up, her mouth red with blood. It dripped down her face. "She's so delicious. Taste her, Mistress!" I went up and licked the blood from her chin. My tongue danced over her sharp fangs. As good as this bitch tasted, this wasn't my prey. "No, my dear. This is your first. Do with her what you will." Misty grinned with a look of lust and greed. She bit into Angela's shapely breasts, again and again. Angela's torso became a red mess of bite marks that slowly oozed blood. I walked to the other side of my room and sat in a big, fluffy loveseat. I rubbed myself slowly as I watched. Angela's breath began to slow and become labored. Misty came up for one final bite into Angela's neck. Angela raised her hand and stroked Misty's cheek. "I'm sorry, Misty." She whispered. Misty paused. Just as I was about to tell her to finish her off, she kissed Angela on the lips. "Oh Angela please..." "I just wanted to be with you forever... you gave me my..." she cut off and began to rattle. "No! Angela!" Misty shouted. Before I could stop her, she bit her wrist and forced it into Angela's mouth. "***Drink.***" she willed. "Wait!" I shouted, but it was too late. Angela grabbed Misty's wrist and was swallowing. Again and again. Misty's head lolled back in ecstasy. I strode over and forced Angela's jaw open, ripping her new fangs out of Misty's wrists. Both of them collapsed onto each other. Shit. "Well, I hope you're proud of yourself. You made her a vampire. Now you have to kill her." I scolded Misty. "Kill her? But I did it to save her!" she protested. "You don't know how vampire society works. If the King of San Francisco finds out that I've let a thrall one day old make another vampire, he'll think I'm plotting to overthrow him with an army of thralls. He will lead a purge, and I'll have to leave the city or be burned out!" I shouted. "No one has to know, mistress! I promise, I'll teach her how to be a good vampire!" she pleaded. Ordinarily I'd never accept back talk from a thrall. But Misty was special. She gave me the gift of the sun. I owed her everything in the world and then some. I sighed loudly. "Alright. This one time. But you must order her right now to obey me as she would obey you." "Yes, Mistress." She turned to Angela, still wide eyed with shock and covered in her own blood. "***You will obey Mistress Kelly. You will do whatever she says without question. You will die for her if she asks you to.***" She willed. Angela nodded. "Yes, I will obey Mistress Kelly, Misty." "***Call me Lady Misty.***" she willed. Good. Unconventional, but good. "Yes, Lady Misty." Angela replied. I had never forced a thrall of a thrall to be compelled to me. As long as I was taking the biggest risk of all the centuries I lived, I wanted to take advantage of it. "Angela, stand up." I asked. There was no will behind it. Angela scrambled to her feet. "Misty, get hard again." Misty's cock stood up quickly as she concentrated on it. I began to take my clothes off. "Angela," I said as I disrobed. "I am going to sit on Misty's cock. When she is fucking my pussy, I want you to fuck me too. I want you to rub your cock on hers while you two fuck me as hard as you can. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress Kelly." Angela said. I lowered myself onto Misty and let her fill me. Angela immediately stepped forward and rubbed her cock against mine. She then lowered it, and pushed against the opening filled by Misty. It took several tries, but Angela thrust hard and her head popped into me. Misty moved slowly while Angela worked her way in. My cunt was full of both of them and I loved it. Angela began sawing in and out quickly. From behind, Misty grabbed my chest and squeezed my nipples. All three of us began to sigh, then moan, then scream as we all came together. My cum sprayed right on Angela's tits, now healed but still covered in blood. As I stood, their cum leaked down my thigh, and I cleaned Angela's tits with my tongue. Her blood was sweet, and my cum accented it. "Later, I will teach you how the society of vampires works. Why what we are doing is incredibly reckless, even suicidal. But now, we shall enjoy each other for the rest of the night." I said. "Yes, Mistress." they said as a chorus. 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