A Pleasure to Eat You

[RapeU]

Teaser: Rachel felt the monster’s fingers pinch her nipples to make them hard. Then, the hand slowly moved down to her stomach, and then even further down to her most private area. Muffled moans of protest erupted from Rachel’s lips as she felt a finger slide against her pussy lips. Choked muffled sobs erupted from her lips and tears streamed down Rachel’s face. Rachel felt dirty, filthy, disgusted, gross, and mortified..
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.

Addendum: This story covers a wide multigeneration timeline. All characters in the story are assumed to be 18 years old or older. Whenever the story mentions spawn or pregnancy, it does not do so in a way that talks about a character having any kind of sexual relations to someone under 18 years old. Pedophilia is a crime and against the forum rules.
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Title: A Pleasure to Eat You
Author: RapeU
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The origin story of a vampire who craves blood and raping women. It could potentially turn into a series of stories, we'll see!

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A Pleasure to Eat You

Detective Michelle Robinson had seen some grim cases, but this was next level extreme. She managed to hold down the vomit threatening to spew from her mouth. Barely. A ripe smell permeated the hotel room. The strongest smell of sex she ever smelled. And the body, good lord the body. The victim was covered nearly head to toe with ghostly white semen in the hotel bed, and the bed itself was a mess with the foul fluid all over it. Only one part of the victim’s body didn’t have semen on it. Her neck looked like someone had bit her. Hard. In fact it looked like someone latched onto her neck to drink her blood. She shuddered at that sick thought. Michelle couldn’t tell if there were other wounds on the body because the cum was so thick, but she wouldn’t be surprised if there were more. No blood spatter on the bed, or anywhere in the hotel room, meant that whoever did this killed her somewhere else, dragged the body to the hotel room, and wanked on the corpse. Bile gurgled up Michelle’s throat again. Blood she could handle but this was just too much.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh.” A low moan came from the woman, causing Michelle to jump in surprise. The woman was alive! Michelle alerted paramedics of the victim’s status. They quickly took her sticky body out of the room and tended to her. The hotel room still reeked. Michelle couldn’t stomach it, so she decided to gather information from a hotel manager.

“Let me see here…the room was booked by Hailey Johnson for a three night stay and last night was the third night of her stay,” the helpful hotel manager informed Michelle.

“Did anything unusual happen around her?” Michelle asked.

“Not that I know of. Our occupancy rate was higher than normal, but that was because one of the soccer teams along with fans came to stay for a tournament,” the manager replied. “Not near as many fans when there’s a football game though.”

“Did you or any of your coworkers have any kind of suspicious feeling about a player or fan?”

“If this were a football game I could probably point out a few every single time. Football fans are the worst. Soccer fans are generally more polite and less assertive. However, I will tell you that there are fans who think soccer is an underrated sport and act like football fans, so I wouldn’t put it past a fan doing something like this,” the manager answered. “We flag potential troublemaking fans to let all staff know if there’s suspicion someone will cause trouble and none were flagged. We also didn’t have any complaints about other guests. In fact there wasn’t any disturbance until this happened,” the manager sadly shook his head. “That’s about all I know. Security should have the relevant footage available for you to view directly. Take as long as you need and I’ll be happy to assist you any way I can if you have any further questions.”

Michelle thanked the manager then went to hotel security. The security guard was as helpful as the manager.

“That monitor shows all the hallways, this one is the reception area, and the last monitor as you can see shows us here.” The guard played the relevant footage and Michelle watched as Hailey entered her room. She was dressed in a soccer uniform, so she was a member of a soccer team. About thirty minutes later someone approached Hailey’s room. The man was dressed in all black and had what appeared to be a misshapen hood over his head. There was no way to see his face. He knocked on the door and the door opened. The two stood for a few minutes then Hailey let the man into her hotel room. No one else entered the room. “So either she knew him or he forced her to let him in somehow,” Michelle pondered aloud. The security guard nodded in agreement. “Hard to say which. What’s even stranger is that the door opens slightly shortly before dawn, but no one comes out. No one would have noticed what happened in the room until this afternoon when housekeeping does rounds were it not for the open door.”

“Unlikely that the pervert is still in the hotel room. Maybe he managed to fool the cameras somehow with technology? We can’t really see his face when he is present on the video after all.” Even as the words left her mouth, Michelle wasn’t so sure either option was correct. The security guard shrugged. “That’s above my paygrade. I wouldn’t know anything about bypassing cameras any more than I would know about how to repair a laptop. My job is to just be a set of eyes and call you guys when something big like this happens.” Michelle knew the guard was being sincere. He added, “Data Solutions is the company that provides the equipment. I think I have a business card from them somewhere.” The guard rummaged around the security room for a few moments, then spoke again when he found what he was looking for. “Here it is. That’s the number we call if we’re having equipment issues and is probably your best bet if you suspect technology was tampered with.” Michelle thanked the guard and wandered back to the hotel lobby. Thinking to herself, she pondered how one man could make so much sperm. And how could he have looked that way on camera? This whole case felt so…inhuman…

Circa 9,000 B.C.

Jericho

The Canaanite woman, Nahara, screamed and begged for mercy. She writhed nude on the ground and prayed to the Gods that her suffering would end. Her torment was brutal. Nahara was being ravaged incessantly by a demon named Nyxaroth. The demon laughed at her folly for summoning it and believing she could command it to do her bidding. Blood oozed out of multiple bite marks on her body and disappeared, probably into the demon somehow. The worst bite mark was on her neck. Her legs were spread and held high in the air, showing all a bushy open pink cunt. Something invisible was going in and out of it, probably the demon’s cock. Nahara’s breasts flopped all over the place with each invisible demonic thrust. Her wrists were together above her head, as if the demon held them down on the ground. Her screams of pain blended in with otherworldly moans of pleasure. After a while, milky white demon sperm coated the inside of her snatch and even still, the demon didn’t stop pounding into her mercilessly.

There was some kind of barrier preventing the people of Jericho from assisting the woman, a psychic barrier of fear. Brave men attempted to get close to help only to scream the demon’s name in terror and run away. Some of the people of Jericho stared in horror, unable to look away from Nahara’s torment. Others fled the town entirely, preferring to brave the wilderness in case the foul demon decided to focus its attention on them.

A few people ran to the nearest shaman. Unfortunately, the shaman was recovering from a recent illness and did not have the strength to take on the task of banishing Nyxaroth. After hearing what Nyxaroth was doing to Nahara, the shaman sent his apprentice with specific instructions on what to do. The shaman hoped his apprentice was ready for the task and prayed to the gods of a successful banishment. The apprentice went to the center of Jericho and gave the people who remained there instructions.

“People of Jericho, I am Malachi and I am here to eliminate the demon plaguing Nahara!” he said in the ancient tongue, “Go into your homes and stay there. Do not come out of your homes no matter what you hear or see. And no matter what, do not let me or Nahara inside your home until the sun rises.”

The people obeyed, fearful of what the demon was doing to the poor girl, filling her cunt with demon sperm and spraying the white milky liquid all over her body. Demon sperm even seeped into Nahara’s wounds, making them burn with fiery pain. Malachi walked close to the woman and set small handcrafted statues about 20 cubits away. Nahara was still being ravaged incessantly. Her screams continued to pierce the night. Malachi did his best to ignore the screams so that he could focus on the task at hand. He used a stick to draw a circle around himself and the statues. Then, Malachi then prayed to the statues of Enlil, god of wind and storms, and Inanna, goddess of love and war.

Nahra’s screams abruptly stopped and were replaced by wails of sorrow and pain. The demon growled a warning toward Malachi and became partially visible. It looked like a human, but was all red with glowing yellow eyes. Malachi was surprised by the demon’s appearance. The demon felt Malachi’s surprise and laughed, a frightening and painful sound. Malachi’s confidence wavered. What if the shaman was wrong? The demon sensed his fear and took full advantage of the moment. Malachi suddenly saw the red demon lunging at him. Reflexively, Malachi stepped backwards and accidentally stepped on the drawn circle on the ground. The demon laughed triumphantly, knowing it had caused Malachi to break the protective circle around him.

Malachi realized he broke the circle and out of desperation chanted a prayer more advanced for a shaman of his expertise, abandoning what his mentor had told him. The result was disastrous. It was not a simple possession where a demon could be easily driven out, but a merge between human and demon into a new and terrifying creature. A creature immortal, thirsty for blood, and horny for sex.

A vampire.

Now

A creepy feeling suddenly washed over Michelle’s body. Was someone watching her? She thought she heard someone make a deep sniffing sound and thought she saw a shadowy figure out of the corner of her eye. Yet when she looked in the direction of the shadow nothing was there but an empty chair. Something about the hotel lobby seemed unsettling to her. Michelle felt like someone, or something, was watching her and peering into her very soul. Yet no one was around aside from the hotel manager and the security guard. She didn’t feel like it was either one of them. Out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw a flash of yellow eyes, but just like last time nothing was there when she turned in that direction. The feeling of being watched grew and Michelle could sense she was in danger.

Michelle followed her instincts and went back to the crime scene to join other officers at the scene. The creepy feeling disappeared and the feeling of danger lessened. Relieved, she resumed pondering about the case. Who could possibly do a thing like this? Michelle thought to herself. She also wondered what caused her to feel like something was going to harm her in the lobby…

Then

“Master…help…me…”

“Malachi? What…have…you…done…” the shaman weakly replied, still recovering from his illness.

Marius told the shaman what happened and added “The demon, it’s filling me with rage and sexual urges. I can barely control it.” The shaman sadly shook his head. “You must restrain yourself in some way and wait for sunrise. Only the light of the sun is powerful enough to destroy Nyxaroth.” Malachi knew sunlight would destroy it, his prayer had it worked would have split the demon into both statues, which would then both be destroyed by the sunlight.

“I’ll die too,” Malachi said. It wasn’t a question. Malachi knew that to destroy Nyxaroth meant destroying himself as well. “You should know death is not the end,” the shaman replied. “Your soul will be purified of Nyxaroth’s influence and you will be reborn into the world. The gods reward those who sacrifice their lives for the greater good.” Malachi wasn’t convinced. What if the shaman was wrong like he was wrong about the first ritual where Nyxaroth startled him? Nyxaroth was supposed to just go into the statues! It wasn’t a risk he was willing to take. And Nyxaroth himself did not want to be sent back to the underworld.

“There must be another way. TELL ME!” Malachi demanded. The shaman shook his head at first, but then Malachi felt a strange sensation in his head. It was as if energy burst from his head towards the shaman’s head. Suddenly the shaman sat up and in a flat voice gave Malachi instructions. He told Malachi of a great river flowing upward a long way away and gave directions on how to reach the river called the Nile. “Follow the Nile upstream and ask the first person you see about Atum, The Creator.”

After giving the instructions, the shaman coughed and lay back down. Malachi felt his energy drain slightly. Had he just made his master tell him something with his mind? Did Nyxaroth do that? “Choose your path, apprentice. Beware of Nyxaroth’s influence on you and resist the demon urges from within. Otherwise you will never be able to rid yourself of the demon and your soul will be lost…forever…”

Now

Hello darkness my old friend…

Michelle listened to music as she drove home in her silver car after a harrowing day at work. She had tomorrow off, but she wasn’t sure if she would take the day because of the fresh case. It bothered her that she had gotten rattled at a crime scene. No matter how hard she tried, Michelle couldn’t get the image of Hailey’s body out of her mind. Thankfully, her stomach had finally quit threatening to spew after she left the hotel.

And the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains…within the sound…of silence…

She pulled into the driveway of her home, turned off the car, and got out. Michelle jumped at the noise of the car door slamming. She hadn’t meant to close her car door that hard and was surprised at how loud it sounded on a relatively quiet night after work. Then, Michelle noticed it was too quiet. Was she imagining things because of what she was listening to? The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She distinctly felt the presence of someone watching her again. It was the exact same feeling she had in the hotel! Danger! Michelle could feel that she was in danger! Without hesitation she entered the sanctuary of her home, but this time the uneasy feeling didn’t go away. Michelle shivered even though her house was warm. Goosebumps crawled all over her body. Was someone looking at her through a window just now? She looked but no one was there. Michelle’s heart thudded in her chest. The sense of danger and unease grew.

A sudden knock on the door startled Michelle. She peered through the peephole and wanted to scream. It had to be the same man in the security footage! A dark figure with beady yellow eyes stood on her porch. Her instincts told her to run like hell, but she felt something inside her head. Somehow, the man was invading her brain. Horror filled her as she involuntarily opened the door. Michelle, having no control over her own actions, stepped outside and greeted the man.

“Hello. I’m Michelle,” she heard herself say. What Michelle really wanted to do was scream as loud as she could for help.

“A pleasure to eat you Michelle. May I come inside your home?” Did he say eat or meet? Michelle wasn’t sure at first, but then images entered Michelle’s mind. The man controlling her through telepathy allowed Michelle to see images and the story of Malachi’s life. He definitely said eat, she realized. Fear and terror exploded into Michelle’s body. Michelle wanted to run, scream, do anything to get away from this monster, this vampire. Instead…

“Come in, Malachi. Follow me to my bed.”

Then

Malachi suffered tremendous hunger and pain throughout the long journey. Thankfully, he was able to sleep during the day. The demon’s strength was weakest when the sun was in the sky. Malachi knew it would be so simple to step out into the sunlight, but that would mean his death as well. He still did not want to die and hoped the first person he saw would help him. Malachi’s body no longer hungered for food, but for blood. Human blood. Malachi resisted the urge to feed on blood as much as possible, and had so far succeeded. The urge to mate with a woman was another growing temptation Malachi also resisted.

Finally, after about 15 nights, Malachi arrived at the Nile under the light of a full moon. Unfortunately for Malachi, the first person he saw was female. Malachi still approached her because he could tell the demon was weaker somehow and thought he could control the urges.

“Malachi,” he said, pointing to himself. He had no idea if someone so far from Jericho spoke the same language and wanted to start off small to be safe. The woman smiled and in a similar fashion said “Nur.” The woman’s voice was heavenly. And her name meant fire. The demon within Malachi stirred. Malachi did his best to resist, but the demon’s hunger and lust was stronger…

Now

Fully aware of what was happening, Michelle screamed inwardly. She did her best to resist Malachi’s telepathy, but she wasn’t anywhere near strong enough. Malachi made her sensually undress him. His body was white with a pink hue and a very large cock. Afterwards, Michelle was made to undress herself. Slowly. Her fingers moved to the buttons of her crisp navy shirt, unfastening them one by one until the fabric parted, revealing a plain white tank top beneath. She inwardly screamed in horror as she was made to shrug off the top of her uniform and put it onto her dresser. Next, Michelle unclipped the heavy utility belt from around her waist, its weight dropping with a muffled thud that matched her terrified heartbeat onto her uniform top. Her hands moved to her hips, where she unfastened her trousers, sliding them down to step out of them. Michelle placed her uniform trousers on the dresser as well. Now in just her tank top and panties, she removed her socks, feeling the cool floor beneath her feet. Michelle could feel her face flush with embarrassment as she took off her tank top, still having no control over her movements. She stood there in her underwear and was utterly mortified when Malachi made her tease him by rubbing her bra and panties. Michelle heard herself moan as she was made to pinch her nipples, making them hard underneath her bra. She felt her face burn hotter with embarrassment and humiliation. She caught a stray thought from Malachi about loving to play with his food. It disgusted Michelle to be thought of as both a sexual object and food to this creature.

The vampire made her perform various stripper dances in her room, further enhancing Michelle’s humiliation. Then, she felt herself unhook her bra. Ever so slowly and seductively, Michelle was forced to lower her bra from her chest. She saw Malachi’s cock get even harder than it already was, and it had already looked impossibly hard. Fear gripped her heart. How could it fit inside her?

Michelle placed her bra on the dresser. She was made to rub her breasts and bounce them the way the creature liked. Then, she felt her hands tug at her panties as the vampire made her drop her panties to the floor. Completely naked, Michelle felt utterly helpless and mortified. It was humiliating to her to have zero control of her own body and to have this monster see her naked. Michelle wanted to scream, cry, run away, do anything other than what Malachi was making her do. Her heart leapt to her throat as she was made to further tease Malachi by thrusting her chest towards him and making her bosom bounce yet again. Then, Malachi made her thrust her crotch towards him. “Malachi,” she heard herself say “come make love to me.” Michelle then lay on her bed with her long legs spread wide.

Once Malachi pressed his hard body against hers, Michelle felt the pressure go away from her brain. “Please…please…no please…” Michelle begged when Malachi finally freed her mind from his telepathy. Malachi pinned her arms above her head with one hand. Michelle tried to break against Malachi’s iron grip, but it was like trying to push down a healthy oak tree with her bare hands and without any leverage. Malachi pressed his whole body down onto Michelle. She could barely breathe with him on top of her. There was no way for her to move at all. With his other hand, Malachi fondled Michelle’s luscious breasts.

Terrified, Michelle continued to beg and plead for him to stop. It was all she could do. Malachi then silenced her pleas by kissing her sexy full lips. Michelle tried once more to move any part of her body. She only managed to move her legs, the only thing not pinned by the creature. Yet that did her no good since she didn’t have any way to harm Malachi from that position.

The hand that violated her bosom made her nipples harden then moved south towards her womanhood. Muffled moans of protest erupted from her lips, as Malachi was still kissing her. She felt a finger slide against her pussy lips. Choked muffled sobs erupted from her lips and tears streamed down Michelle’s face. Michelle had never felt so disgusted and dirty in her life.

The finger withdrew once her snatch was wet and was replaced with a thicker appendage. Michelle was pinned against the bed hard. She couldn’t move, not even an inch no matter how hard she tried to struggle. Her lips became free of his, but she felt them go down to her neck as his unnaturally long cock violated her. Michelle resumed begging and pleading for her life in between her moans of pain and torment. She felt him suck on her neck. He was drinking her blood while pounding her pussy.

Michelle could barely breathe between the vampire’s quick, hard thrusts. It felt like his cock was piercing her stomach. She still couldn’t move an inch, though she continued to try and desperately break free of the monster’s grip. None of it was pleasurable for Michelle, only pain as Malachi pounded her pussy as if it were raw meat.

She felt the demon sperm coat the inside of her vagina, but still Malachi did not stop. Michelle realized to her horror that this vampire had stamina no human could ever have. It meant her pussy was going to be pounded nonstop for hours without any mercy. No wonder Hailey looked dead at first, she had probably passed out from the pain. Tears continued to stream down Michelle’s face until her body couldn’t produce anymore. Her cries of pain grew softer as Michelle’s voice became hoarse from screaming. The inhuman cock pulsed, filling Michelle’s pussy with even more demonic sperm. Yet there was still no respite. Malachi kept fucking Michelle’s pussy raw.

Eventually, Michelle finally lost consciousness from the pain, but Malachi still wasn’t done. He always enjoyed humiliating his victims by spraying their entire bodies with demon sperm after they passed out. Malachi sprayed demon sperm all over Michelle, covering her entire body from head to toe with exception of the bite mark just like he had with Hailey and millions of other victims over the millenia. Michelle’s bedroom stank of sex, just like all the others. But Malachi noticed something unique about the smell. Could it be? He placed his nose against Michelle’s raw pussy and inhaled deeply to be sure. The smell that filled his nostrils reminded him of a very similar smell over 10,000 years ago…

Then

It was as if Malachi woke from a dream. One moment he was introducing himself to Nur then the next moment he was laying on top of her nude body at the riverbank. “Gods, what have I done?” Malachi asked himself. Surprisingly, Nur was still alive. Her breathing was shallow and she looked like she wouldn’t be able to do anything for a few days, but she was alive. Ghostly white demon sperm covered her entire body from head to toe with the exception of a bite mark on her neck. Malachi did his best to clean Nur up and left her in a place where she would be found by someone.

Malachi felt like the demon was moderately satisfied. He could tell the demon truly wanted Nahara but settled for Nur instead. There was something about Nahara that attracted the demon and made sex along with her blood taste better than anything else, but neither Malachi nor the demon knew exactly what it was. Now that Malachi gave into a demonic urge, he felt more of the demon’s thoughts. The demon coveted Nahara and wanted more of her. Malachi still wanted to be rid of the demon and only knew of one person - the shaman - who could help him achieve that goal. Though they had opposing goals, each goal drove them to return to Jericho.

The trip back to Jericho was faster, as Malachi discovered he could shape shift into any animal he wanted. Just before dawn, Malachi would transform into a bat and roost with other bats. It was the perfect solution to prevent someone from discovering his sleeping body and mistakenly expose it to the sunlight. He found that he could understand other bats while in bat form, but all the other bats were just interested in basic animal instincts. They didn’t even care that he wasn’t a real bat. In addition to the shape shifting power, Malachi discovered he could run faster than any animal on earth. He was stronger too and more agile. After only a few days, Malachi arrived in Jericho. But where was Nahara? Perhaps the shaman knew!

Malachi pounded on the shaman’s door. “Master,” Malachi said, “I failed. There must be another way to rid me of this demon without dying.” Malachi felt his words weren’t as sincere as before and hoped the shaman didn’t notice. The shaman stepped outside of his home and said, “There is not, at least in my lifetime.” Malachi could tell the shaman knew he wasn’t being fully sincere. “You had a chance if you had gone to the Nile and come back without indulging your demon desires. The more you indulge your desires, the more your humanity will merge with the demon. And if you keep indulging your demon desires, eventually not even the sun will be able to kill you.”

While the shaman was speaking, the wind carried the scent of Nahara into Malachi’s nostrils. And there was something more to the scent. “I can tell Nahara is pregnant.” Malachi said. “You will tell me where she is.” The shaman shook his head. “We have already done a purification ritual. The child inside her is half human and half demon, but the demon part will not manifest. The demon part will manifest in a descendant of the child, but further purification rituals will prevent that problem. I’m sure you’re already aware that you can smell the scent but can’t pinpoint where it is coming from. You can’t find her through telepathy, or any of your demon powers, and you can’t enter any dwelling Nahara and her future child has ever occupied should you find a way to know where Nahara is or has been. I have also used the purification ritual on myself, so the same rules apply to me. You were only able to reach me because you had been here before. And I allowed it. If you continue to choose to fail to resist the demon, I will purify the entire town if need be.”

Malachi felt conflicted. The demon part of him wanted the woman and the child while the human part was relieved that the child would never grow up to become a demon. He knew there was always an exception to a rule when it came to the craft, but he didn’t dare ask the shaman what it was lest the demon gain the upper hand. The demon within him was angry, but crafty. It knew there was only a matter of time before discovering the exception, especially with Malachi’s help once he fully embraced his demonic side.

The wind whistled through the town of Jericho once more. Malachi smelled the scent of Nahara and her unborn child again. The demon within stirred at the scent. Malachi felt his human side also pine for Nahara. It was one of the most pleasant smells he had ever experienced. He had to find Nahara’s trail somehow…

Circa 7,000 BC

Byblos

It took a thousand years for Malachi to figure out the exception to entering a dwelling where Nahara and her offspring had been. Someone had to simply invite him into the dwelling. He found a way to get around the telepathy restriction as well. Malachi couldn’t use telepathy to directly locate Nahara or her descendants, but he could use telepathy to force a human to invite him into a home as long as neither Nahara nor her offspring were inside. Over the centuries, it had become a habit for Malachi to force people to invite him into their homes. He enjoyed playing with his food a little before consumption.

By this point, Malachi’s humanity seemed to have been fully driven out. The only human thing he kept was his name. He had grown attached to the name Malachi and stuck with it. The sun was still bothersome, but he wasn’t in any danger of bursting into flames just by stepping into sunlight since he had drunk plenty of blood. He probably would if he spent half the day in the sunlight though and the sun bothered his eyes, so Malachi remained nocturnal.

Malachi tracked the scent of one of Nahara’s descendants to the town humans named Byblos. It was impressive that either Nahara or a descendant of her traveled over 500,000 cubits. No doubt the shaman or an apprentice of the shaman helped with travel. Malachi also suspected the human’s knowledge of what he was had faded over time. After all, women were merely property and none were ever killed by him. It also wasn’t uncommon for other humans to pillage and rape women for sport, so his activities were virtually unnoticed.

Malachi’s suspicion that he was forgotten became confirmed when he entered the town. His nose immediately led him to a human dwelling that had a very similar smell to Nahara. Unfortunately for Malachi, the humans inside didn’t produce the same smell. He did some quick thinking and came to the conclusion that about 80 human generations had passed since he first ravaged Nahara. A sniff of the air confirmed that the family inside the house was related in some way to Nahara, but they were not direct descendants. Malachi wasn’t discouraged. He decided to indulge his sexual and hunger appetites on the female members of the family, there were three of them, then resume looking. After all, Malachi was immortal and had all the time in the world to find a direct descendant of Nahara…

Now

Michelle wasn’t just any ordinary human like Hailey with O positive blood, his favorite blood type. He thought the scent seemed familiar before, which is why he followed Michelle from the hotel. Only after he spewed demon sperm all over Michelle’s body did he recognize where the familiarity was from. Michelle was a direct descendant of Nahara. “Over 10,000 years and I’ve finally bested my former master,” Malachi said to himself. He only took a few moments to relish in the thought before getting to work. There was much to do.

Malachi used telepathy to lock Michelle’s memories of the night away. Michelle would just think she had a nightmare and nothing more. He made it to where Michelle would take the day off and go to a bar the next night. At the bar, Michelle would get drunk, meet a stranger, and invite him over to her home for sex. Of course, the stranger would be Malachi and he would simply repeat his devious activities with Michelle, but all Michelle would remember is having pleasurable sex with a stranger that disappeared before she woke up.

Malachi knew Michelle was going to get pregnant if she wasn’t already from tonight’s encounter because he could smell that Michelle was ovulating. Hailey, the soccer player from the hotel, would also become pregnant because she too was ovulating. Malachi always liked to get his victims pregnant then return and impregnate any of their female offspring. Of course, since Malachi was part human none of these offspring would ever become a demon like him. Only a descendant of Nahara could become a demon like Malachi since Nahara gave birth via pure demon sperm. Normally Malachi wanted his victims to remember the harrowing ordeal they suffered, but Michelle was an exception. Malachi wanted Michelle to be relatively emotionally healthy so that she would raise his spawn with as few problems as possible.

Malachi bit his own wrist, as his teeth were the only thing that could puncture his vampiric skin, and fed Michelle some of his blood. Not enough blood to turn her into a vampire, but enough blood for her body to heal from the torment before she regained consciousness. That done, Malachi removed all the demon sperm from Michelle’s body and put fresh sheets on the bed. To cover his bases, he used telepathy on the sleeping Michelle to think that she changed the sheets before going to bed. Malachi then positioned Michelle in her bed and moved the clothes on her dresser to the proper place. Satisfied that he had removed all trace of ever being in Michelle’s home, Malachi vanished into the night…

18 years later

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the suburban neighborhood, the silver car turned onto Maple Street. Inside the car, Rachel, an 18 year old high school senior, sat in the passenger seat, her navy blue graduation gown draped over her lap. Her mother, Michelle, was driving, a proud smile tugging at her lips as she glanced over at her daughter.

“Can you believe it, Mom? High school is finally over,” Rachel said, her voice a mix of excitement and nostalgia.

Rachel’s mom chuckled softly. “It feels like just yesterday you were starting kindergarten. Now look at you, all grown up and ready for the next adventure.”

The car pulled into the driveway of their home and the two women exited the vehicle. After both car doors shut, Rachel suddenly felt like someone was watching her. She glanced at her mother, who had a confused look on her face.

“Do you feel…” Rachel began to ask. She didn’t need to finish her question and could tell her mom knew. Her mom nodded. “Something’s not right,” she answered the unfinished question.

The pair gave each other a scared look and entered their home as fast as possible. Rachel still felt like someone was watching, even with all the window blinds closed. She looked to her mom for guidance, but her mom was quite rattled. Rachel had never seen her mother like this, her mom was always calm, cool and collected. The hairs on the back of Rachel’s neck stood up. Goosebumps pricked her body. Danger! Somehow, they were in danger! But how?

A sudden knock on the door caused Rachel to yelp. She wanted to run to her room and pretend like no one was home. To her horror, her mother with a flat, emotionless face, answered the door. A man stood outside on the porch. Or was it really a man? Suddenly Rachel felt like her mind was being invaded.

“Hello Malachi,” Rachel heard her mother say.

“Hello Michelle. Would you care to introduce me to our daughter?” Wait, did Rachel hear that right? Was this person her father?

“Rachel, this is Malachi. Your father,” her mother said without an ounce of emotion. Rachel could feel that something was very, very wrong. She wanted to run far away and hide somewhere, but instead…

“It’s good to finally see you, father, please come in.” How did that just happen? Rachel didn’t want this man to enter! She pushed against the feeling in her mind. “Please,” Rachel said of her own free will “please don’t hurt us!”

“Fascinating,” Malachi said, “You’ve partially broken my telepathy.” Rachel saw flashes in her head, details of Malachi’s life. Disgust and horror filled her body. Before Rachel could think about doing something to get away from this man, her mother suddenly twisted Rachel’s arms behind her back.

“Mom, what are you doing?” Rachel cried. It didn’t take long for Rachel to realize her mother was not able to resist Malachi’s telepathy like she just barely could. Now Rachel had to figure out a way to get away from her mom and Malachi, but how? She couldn’t hurt her own mother, and she doubted she had the necessary strength to take on Malachi.

Rachel tried to resist her mother’s grasp, but found that she couldn’t move her body. “Please,” Rachel begged, realizing that she could still talk of her own free will, “Please just let us go.” Rachel felt her mom let go of her arms, but she still couldn’t move them. She realized that Malachi could partially control her body through telepathy. Rachel begged Malachi to leave them be.

To her horror, Rachel felt her mother’s hands grasp the buttons of her blouse. Rachel continued to beg and plead with no success. A stray thought about how Malachi wished he could make Rachel do the things he made her mom do entered her brain, and Rachel was disgusted. After her mom took off Rachel’s blouse, she unbuttoned her jeans and slowly slid them down to the floor. Rachel’s face flushed with anger and embarrassment.

Rachel felt her mom tug at the clasps on her bra. Then, she felt her mother’s hands on her breast as she lowered the bra away from them. The bra fell to the floor and her mother groped Rachel’s bosom. Rachel had never felt so powerless in her life. She knew full well Malachi was controlling her and her mom, and she hated him with every fiber of her being. Tears poured out of her eyes as her mother continued to fondle her breast. Then, Rachel felt her mother’s hands go lower towards her stomach, then towards her panty line.

Rachel didn’t bother to beg and plead anymore. She knew it was useless, and just cried out sorrowful tears as her own mother slid her panties to the floor then rubbed her womanhood. It was so degrading and humiliating. It got worse when Rachel was forced to watch her mother strip in front of her as if they were lovers instead of mother and daughter. Rachel’s mom moved closer and closer to Michelle. Their lips slowly closed the gap between them. Just before their lips touched, Malachi spoke.

“In a moment I will allow your body to fully move of your own free will. Lay down on the floor face up with your legs spread and I won’t make your mother kiss you as if you were lesbian lovers. Or worse, lesbian sex.”

Rachel hadn’t realized she resisted that much of Malachi’s telepathy, but she didn’t know how to resist any further than she already had. Out of options, Rachel obeyed Malachi’s command. Her mother was commanded to retrieve her handcuffs. Upon retrieval, Malachi handcuffed Michelle’s hands behind her back.

“Michelle,” Malachi said “when I free you of telepathy you will not physically interfere. Or there will be dire consequences.”

Rachel knew Malachi was about to violate her. She reasoned that he probably couldn’t use telepathy very well while doing so, but there wasn’t enough time for Rachel to figure out a way to take advantage of that knowledge.

“Please…please…no please…” Rachel knew it was pointless to beg, but she couldn’t help herself. Malachi pinned her arms above her head with one hand. Rachel attempted to resist, but Malachi was much stronger than her. Malachi pressed his whole body down onto Rachel, making breathing difficult. All Rachel could do was sob. She tried to move in an effort to get away, but couldn’t. With his other hand, Malachi fondled Rachel’s bosom.

Terrified, mortified, and tormented, Rachel continued to beg and plead for him to stop. Malachi then silenced her pleas by kissing her lips, just like he had done with her mother 18 years prior. Rachel tried once more to move any part of her body, but it was useless.

Rachel felt the monster’s fingers pinch her nipples to make them hard. Then, the hand slowly moved down to her stomach, and then even further down to her most private area. Muffled moans of protest erupted from Rachel’s lips as she felt a finger slide against her pussy lips. Choked muffled sobs erupted from her lips and tears streamed down Rachel’s face. Rachel felt dirty, filthy, disgusted, gross, and mortified.

The finger withdrew once her snatch was wet and was replaced with a thicker appendage. Rachel was pinned against the ground hard. She was able to twist her arms and body slightly, but it wasn’t enough to stop the monstrous cock from violating her. Malachi ceased kissing Rachel’s lips, moving to her neck to suck her blood. He was drinking her blood while pounding her pussy.

Rachel could barely breathe between the vampire’s quick, hard thrusts. With all her might she fought against the vampire, yet the monster was much stronger than her. None of it was pleasurable for Rachel, only pain as Malachi pounded her pussy as if it were raw meat. Rachel screamed as loud as she could, desperately hoping that someone, anyone would hear and find a way to stop her torment. In between her screams, Rachel could hear her mother crying out in anguish and despair. Her mother was begging Malachi to stop.

Rachel felt the demon’s cock throb inside her, and then felt sperm coat the inside of her womanhood. Yet there was no respite from the unnaturally hard cock. Realization dawned upon Rachel that this monster had the ability to keep going long past a normal human male would. Even though it was completely useless, Rachel continued to fight with everything she had against the monster until she became too exhausted to move.

The monstrous cock pulsed once more, filling Rachel’s pussy with more demon sperm. Before the night was over, Rachel finally passed out from the torment and pain. Michelle continued to sob and wail at her daughter’s unceasing torment. Malachi continued to ravage Rachel throughout the night. Like all his prior victims, he sprayed his demonic sperm all over Rachel with the exception of the bite on her neck.

Just before dawn, Malachi turned his attention away from the unconscious Rachel and toward the sobbing Michelle. Malachi released her wrists from the handcuffs, knowing full well Michelle was powerless against him. Then, he fully unlocked Michelle’s memories of her prior torment, forcing her to remember being ravaged by the monster while Malachi’s cock pounded her pussy mercilessly. Occasionally Malachi drank Michelle’s blood while fucking her pussy raw, but not as much as last time since he already had blood from Rachel. Michelle’s torment lasted throughout the day. Malachi fucked her pussy raw without ceasing and filled Michelle’s cunt with even more demonic sperm. The torment and pain Michelle felt was worse than she remembered. Shortly before noon, Michelle passed out from the pain and torment.

It was the first time Malachi had continuous sex throughout the day. Thanks to his vampiric nature, the blood he drank from both women gave him the stamina he needed to last. But there would be a lot to do for the upcoming night. Malachi decided it was best to rest in the home. After reinforcing the psychic barrier around the house, one that would make humans avoid it like the one he made over Nahara thousands of years ago, Malachi found a comfortable spot in the home to sleep and slept until sundown. Neither Michelle nor Rachel awakened while Malachi slept, the torment had drained all of their energy.

When the last light of the evening sun disappeared over the horizon, Malachi rose from his slumber before the women did. If the women woke up before him it wouldn’t have mattered much, but it did make it easier to control the events of the night. He found both women passed out nude covered in demonic sperm just as he left them. Time to get to work.

Malachi approached Rachel and positioned her to where she was seated in front of him on the floor. Then, Malachi bit into his wrist. Blood flowed freely from the wound and he quickly shoved his wrist into Rachel’s mouth. Malachi’s blood seeped into her mouth. Rachel choked on it at first, but then found that it tasted good and couldn’t help but drink. Something inside of Rachel awakened as the demonic blood filled her stomach. A creature passed on from mother to mother for over 10,000 years. Rachel screeched as the painful transformation process began. Michelle wailed in despair and sorrow as her daughter became a member of the undead. Malachi’s laughter, louder than both girls’ cries combined, pierced through the home and shook the walls.

Power surged throughout the house. Demonic power. Slowly, the undead creature rose to her feet. Demonic urges attacked her body, filling it with hunger for human blood and lust for human flesh. The newly made vampire gazed at the only human in the house. Michelle’s screams lasted throughout most of the night as her own daughter and Malachi took turns raping her repeatedly, with the newly formed vampire occasionally drinking blood from her neck.
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