The Change, Part 8
by Scott Walker

At three a.m., Pierre’s second horrible dream began. It started off pleasantly, a far cry from the first horrible dream that began in a somewhat creepy fashion. Pierre found himself standing in a room, dressed in all white, almost like Jesus earlier. His outfit wasn’t a robe, but it was white pants and a white shirt. Somehow, Pierre knew that the white clothes symbolized purity and goodness. He was alone in a room, standing in the middle, not being able to see the walls. It was possible that the walls were white, and that he was seeing them, but compounded with the white floors, it was impossible to tell where things began and ended.

Pierre looked and felt good in the dream. He was neither cold nor lonely, a feeling that had secretly filled him during the previous dream. He could also feel no hunger or extreme hatred, two of the uncontrollable emotions that had come out during the first nightmare. The room, much like his soul, felt warm, even though he was expressionless in the dream.

A light mist began to rise from the floor. It was faint at first, but eventually, it thickened and Pierre could no longer see below his knees. He tried to brush it aside with his hand, like smoke, but as soon as the mist was displaced, more rushed to fill the void.

Slowly, five women rose from the mist. The first, a tall blonde with blue eyes and a perfect figure, was to Pierre’s far left. She was extremely attractive and naked. She stood in front of Pierre and smiled seductively.

The second woman, to the blonde beauty’s right, was Asian. She was shorter than the first, but equally beautiful and equally naked. She had long black hair that was perfectly straight and hung to the middle of her back. She had breasts that were smaller than the buxom blonde, but they were not small. In essence, she too was perfect.

The third girl, standing directly across from Pierre, was the exact replica of the first. The only difference was that her hair was red. In fact, her hair was bright red. It was curly and captivating. She was also naked and also smiled seductively. Pierre wondered if she was red everywhere but the mist covered the women to their waists.

The fourth woman, to the right of the middle redhead, was black and absolutely beautiful. She had an incredible figure and large breasts. But, her best feature was her supple lips that were possibly the sexiest thing Pierre had ever seen. She had big, innocent brown eyes that sparkled when she smiled.

The last woman was the exact same as the redhead and the blonde, except, her hair was brown. She was as equally beautiful as she was naked. She looked even more seductive because the dark hair gave her a sinister and somewhat trampy look. It wasn’t that Pierre thought that brunettes were trampy, but because he had seen the features first on the blonde and then the redhead, he associated a different appearance to the darker hair. But, she was attractive and Pierre could feel that he wanted her.

In fact, he wanted them all.

The women began to encircle Pierre, touching his arms and sliding their hands under his chin. The red- head leaned in and kissed him on the nose. The Asian girl reached out and took hold of his crotch, squeezing then releasing. Pierre started to breathe heavily, his anticipation building towards an erotic climax. The blonde gently ran her fingers over Pierre’s face, closing his eyes and playing with his bottom lip.

With his eyes closed, Pierre anxiously waited for the women to take him. One of the women, he was not sure which because he kept his eyes closed, was on her knees, pleasuring him. It was incredible. Her tongue felt longer and more powerful then any he had ever felt. Almost immediately he released, but the girl never faltered or stopped. Sara never let me do that!

Pierre opened his eyes and looked down at the girl. He was not surprised in the least to see that it was the brunette. She stood and walked away, the black girl passing her and walking towards Pierre. She approached him gracefully and began to kiss him. She pulled away, Pierre’s lips and face stretched forward, unwilling to break the embrace. She turned her back to him and bent over. She was fully exposed, utterly naked and tempting. She turned her head and looked at him, winking. Pierre stepped forward and entered her. Even though the brunette had just taken him in her mouth, Pierre was surprised that he released after only a few thrusts. The black girl felt so good inside, like velvet. He pulled out and stepped back, taking a deep breath. The black girl straightened up and turned towards him. She kissed him lightly on the forehead. She walked away, while, the blonde and the Asian girl began to kiss his neck. His knees began to feel weak, and his mind began to swirl. Sexual euphoria overcame Pierre and he went headlong into the feeling.

A painful pinch snapped Pierre out of his daze and his eyes opened. The brunette, once again with liquid in her mouth, smiled. Red droplets etched her chin and the corners of her lips. There was more red liquid on her teeth.

Pierre suddenly began to feel frightened, and then terrified. His penis shriveled the first part of his body to cower in fear. He felt more bites to his arm, realizing the Asian girl was biting him hard enough for blood to spew down to his wrist and off the side of her face. He began to pull away, but he felt hands, hands that were much stronger than his, holding him, not letting him move. He began to feel powerless and incredibly vulnerable, literally with his pants down. He used all his might to move away from the girls, but he couldn’t move an inch.

They all began to attack, biting and drinking his blood. The brunette put her hands on his penis and began to stroke him gently. The pain was fierce and the terror was mounting, but Pierre still became aroused at her stroke. Pleas, God, don’t let her bite me there! The brunette stopped her stroke and looked at Pierre, her eyes sparkled with the knowledge of his fears. She winked at him and playfully began to kiss his penis. She took him whole, and then let go, standing. She turned her back to him and took him in her hand. She put him inside her. Pierre couldn’t believe that even with four other women, each biting him and sucking on his blood, his main concern was intercourse with the brunette. The male mind at it’s finest.

Pierre could feel himself getting weak, his legs were wobbly and his vision fuzzy. The women were unrelenting, their lust and thirst insatiable. He could feel his blood leaving his body from various punctures. In an oddly sexual way, the women sucking on his wounds was almost as erotic as the intercourse and the oral. He began to climax, again, and he was certain he was about to pass out. It was most erotic moment of his life, and the most dangerous. The danger served to heighten the eroticism.

Pierre began to pass out, but one of the girls, if that’s what they were, held him in place. The Asian girl stood face to face with him as he slowly opened his eyes.  She was grinning at him, a mouth full of sharp teeth catching his immediate attention. These women are all Vampires!

The realization of his impending and then immediate danger began to anger Pierre, an anger that was stronger than any emotion he had ever felt before. A surge of strength ran through his body, making his blood boil. He took the brunette by the hair and threw her across the room. She slid on the floor until she crashed into the wall. There are walls in this hellhole!

The rest of the women (vampires) began to back away from him, their fear showing in their eyes. Pierre remembered that the women were the same height as him, but as the anger grew inside him, he sensed that he was growing physically, too. He began to feel as strong as these demon women, and then, much stronger. These women serve me!

Pierre looked at the women with disgust, the contempt for their attempted insolence controlling his mind.

“You would dare to feed on me?”

The women were petrified of Pierre. They were communicating to each other, but none of them spoke a word. Pierre could pick their thoughts out of their minds. They spoke, or thought in confused unison. He is one of us, but more powerful. I didn’t sense it. Me neither.

Pierre listened to their thoughts and then echoed his own.

"I AM YOUR LORD. OBEY ME"!

The women nodded and went to their knees, bowing. Pierre began to understand that whatever they were, was exactly what he was. The only difference was that he was much more powerful than these thralls were. Although he had never heard the word before, it just felt right. The women were vampire thralls. They should provide service to him, their Lord. The feeling of power was full fledged inside of Pierre, and he liked it!

Pierre thought about having the women stand by his side and they obediently stood and went to him. He could feel the power inside of him. He wasn’t sure why he had the power, and what it may mean to him later on, but for now, he was happy to have it, no matter the cost.

Pierre found himself staring into the eyes of the beautiful blonde. He could see his reflection in her clear blue eyes. In the reflection, his eyes were blood red!

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