Date: Tue, 22 Nov 2016 17:03:57 +0000
From: Charles Bozeman <bozeman1337@hotmail.com>
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.  Perhaps this wouldn't be
as bad as I thought.

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