Doomed, Chapter Six (Bad Ending)

Chapter Six

October 30th, 11:55 PM

The vampire's fingers brushed against the thin spandex layer separating him from the Blue Lynx's groin, and Erin gasped.  His touch, which had been so rough when he gripped her ass, was suddenly delicate, even tender, and though Erin's mind was thoroughly disgusted by all that was happening around her, her body couldn't help but respond with... with...

"No," Erin thought, slamming her eyes shut.  "No..."

She could hear the vampire's breathing mixed in with Randy's insane chanting.  He was getting closer to her, pushing his legs onto hers, almost seeming to attach himself to her like a succubus.  His fingertips were still just resting against her costume, barely moving, as if they were waiting for Erin to make the first move.  She tried to focus, shifting her hips from side to side, hoping impossibly that she could somehow slide his hand off.  The vampire's other hand, which hadn't stopped firmly working her rear end, limited her movement considerably.

The mental and physical strain was exhausting, and Erin was already panting when the vampire leaned down and kissed her neck.

"Mmmphh..." Erin moaned.  It was a cry of fear, of agony, but anyone close enough to listen would've also identified an unmistakable note of pleasure in her voice.  The vampire, practically covering Erin's body with his own much larger form, was close enough, and that indisputable hint of ecstasy was all he needed: the fingers against the bottom of the Blue Lynx's costume suddenly leapt alive.  They were stroking her now, still tenderly, but with clear desire and force.

"No..." Erin thought.  "No... no..."

But the protests that Erin's mind registered were slowly being dwarfed by a much more powerful sensation.  It came over her like a wave, this new, horrible feeling... the feeling that she liked this... that she wanted the vampire to have her... to possess her...

Her head lolled to the side, allowing the vampire to kiss her up and down her throat.  Her body had gone completely slack.  The soft sounds she pushed into her gag were no longer the sounds of exception, but of gradual surrender.  She was practically cooing, and then, when the vampire's fingers slipped inside her costume to tap the front of her rapidly dampening panties, she was practically begging.

"Mmmph..." she groaned.  "Mmmph!  MMPH!"

He was all over her, smothering her, kissing her face and lips, working his hands against her buttocks and pussy, literally pushing her up onto her toes and figuratively pushing her up into heaven.  Her breath came out in hot blasts, turning her face warm and red.  She could feel her body pulsating in the vampire's grasp, could feel herself get wetter and wetter.  Both hands were rubbing on her bare skin now, shoving her costume and panties around heedlessly, all ten fingers dead-set on driving her past the point of no return.  The vampire's tongue entered her mouth, followed by his index and middle finger into her sex.  "Mmph!" Erin squealed, having lost even the memory of trying to fight him off.  He drove his hardened pelvic region again and again against her thigh, dry-humping her with abandon as he caressed Erin's insides.

She felt like she was simultaneously melting and being formed anew in his arms.  Her shining eyes looked up into the stars.  They were beautiful, and made more stunning by the chorus of moaning women, groaning men, and demonic chants all around her.  She was standing on a precipice now.

The vampire didn't stop pleasing her as he looked in her eyes.  "Yes," he whispered, reaching up and pulling the gag out of Erin's mouth.  "Now... sing..."

And, as if on cue, the Blue Lynx closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and had the most shattering orgasm she'd ever experienced.  "AuughhhhhHHHHHHH!!!" she cried, letting the euphoria transport her, racking her body wildly in the vampire's ever-relentless grip.  She was on the crest of an unbelievable erotic wave, soaring high into the night sky, convincing herself she could never come down...

And then, pain.  She choked up, coughed, contorted her face, and screamed.  Something was being removed from her, extracted from her entire body, as if with a giant scalpel.  She felt it rip out of her skin and fly through the air, zooming toward the place where Randy stood, his arms raised in supplication before the raging fire.  It was like her stomach had been transplanted, or maybe her skeleton-- she suddenly felt totally dead inside.

The vampire stepped away from her, leaving his sweaty, disheveled consort to droop against her scaffold.  He admired his work for a second-- the once-powerful, now puny superheroine figure; the cruelly stretched and torn costume; the bat-speckled panties barely hanging onto their thighs-- and then turned to face his Master.  The Old Man was standing tall, taller now than any of his thugs, his newly muscled arms flexed in the air, his face without a single trace of a wrinkle.

The ritual had worked, then.

The world was doomed.

THE END

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