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The sky above is nearly jet black, stuffed with so many sparkling stars it boggles the mind. The towering trees are the dark canopy of an open aired hall in this alpine forest. The October air is chill and crisp, the wilderness is near silent as the nocturnal denizens skulk about on their nightly business.

A clearing is bathed in dancing orange light, shoving away the darkness all around. Canvas tents shaped like little houses are set up here and there in the ring of light. Several picnic tables are bolted to concrete slabs, and a rusted iron fire pit roars in flame, illuminating the silhouettes of a gaggle of young adults.

Laughter shatters the silence, and chatter fills the spaces between the mirth.

"Oh please, as if you could scare any of us." Amelia Blight teases, leaning back in a canvas couch of sorts, nuzzled up with her girlfriend Lucia Noceda. Amy is wearing one of Luci's plaid coats, and it's SO warm. Fingerless gloves cradle her delicate porcelain fingers, and they're further warmed by the hot chocolate within her thermos.

Luz snorts, arching her scarred eyebrow from her spot on an actual summoned couch she brought from home. She's dressed in her letterman, with a toque covering her adorable curly hair. Mittens, bundled up to all hell in a hand-me-down leather coat from dad, is lounging beside her.

"Oh yeah? Don't underestimate the power of my writing degree!" Luz boasts, gesturing with a can of cider, likely nearly finished. The gang all giggle, comfy and well fed after a long day of camping. Hunter, Willow, and Gus are all cozy with a blanket, Vee and Masha are sharing a double wide camping chair (Masha is sound asleep), and everyone's a little tipsy and ready to enjoy the objectively best part of camping.

Campfire talk. Drama, gossip, shooting the shit. That good, good.

"Let me tell you a tale, a tale of mystery and fear!" Luz says, drawing out her annunciation dramatically. "It starts with a poor, helpless maiden, lost in the woods of Europe…"

The young maiden whimpers as grasping hands of the underbrush grasp at her cloak, tearing the fabric and her delicate chocolate skin beneath. She pants, out of breath and frantically swiveling her head this way and that.

Snow is already falling, and the cold northerly wind bites cruelly. She wipes her tears away, glancing back into the woods in apprehension. Surely she's escaped. Surely she can find some kind of shelter soon and survive this cold.

She sweeps her long, luscious, gorgeous and wavy hair out of her face and presses on. Certain that the crossroad must be a little farther up. The wind howls, and the night presses in on all sides, watching from every shrub, every shadow, every tree shelters a watchful set of eyes; or so it feels to the frightened maiden.

Every glance reveals new faces made of forest, her imagination betraying her again and again. The howl on the wind is decidedly not the storm.

Then, all at once, she bursts into a sprint. Fear snapping at her heels, a branch whips her face, and the sting is drummed up to a crescendo of terror. She nearly trips, but this isn't a cheesy horror flick, it's the real deal. She shoves branches ahead of her away, then stumbles into a vast clearing.

She's breathless, her cheek stings, tears are chilling on her face, and her eyes are wide. A vast, dark castle stands before her, sweeping drifts of snow swirling in high contrast to it. Sinister towers loom, circled by spiky iron fence works and shuttered windows. Ivy chokes the outer walls, and the gate creaks ominously in the wind.

The maiden catches her breath for an instant and checks the forest one last time, sees bright eyes watching, so she runs for the gate, slipping through the gap thanks to her rockin' bod. The maiden, shivering and stumbling, reaches the front doors, completely black with monstrous faces holding the door knock.

She hammers on the door, which opens easily for her, silently revealing the interior. She rushes in, her boots smacking loudly against mirror-polished stone. Her steps echo through the grand and very Art Nouveau entryway. It's all sweeping lines, swirls and natural forms.

The dark floor is constrasted by shimmering silver fixings, trimmings, and railings leading up the the grand staircase. The maiden gasps out as the doors snap shut on their own, and gaslight lanterns suddenly flare to life row by row. Further illuminating the gorgeous and hauntingly real paintings, the black and scuffed suits of armor holding their tattered standards, a mailed fist holding a blood red rose upon sable black.

The lamps flare up the stairs with repeated fwoomps. And finally, at the top of the stairs, waits a tall, supple woman of alabaster complexion and viciously red eyes. She's dressed in all black raiment, sparkling rubies embedded within glitter in the warm light. Her gown is comprised of gorgeous lace, showing off a startling amount of skin through each thin gap, her shapely hips are jutted out as she regards the Maiden curiously. Her blood red hair is done up in a fine hairdo. Pointed ears adorned with stunning silver studs connected by delicate chains. Her blood red lips are stretched into a hungry smile. Her bosom is ample and well accentuated by —

"WAIT A MINUTE!" Amelia cuts in, face burning. "IS THIS LADY JUST ME?!"

Luz blinks, knocked out of her storytelling by the sudden exclamation by her sister in law. A wry grin creeps across her face, "What makes you say that?"

"I literally JUST dyed my hair red last week! Why am I the creepy castle woman?!" Amy complains, pouting into her thermos. Her pointy ears drooping. Lucia squeezes her shoulder and sips her beer with a barely hidden grin.

Vee, however, is not so tactful when she points out, "Amy, you literally live in a castle."

"Oh come on! It's a historic site, it was really cheap, it… it's aesthetic! It's not even a real castle, it's more of a house or manor or…" Amy rattles off before trailing off sheepishly.

Luz smiles brightly, "Yes, the lady is based on you Ames. Because you're badass, powerful, hot, and you'd make a really really good Countess."

Amy stops pouting, but she's still crossed her arms as she grumbles out an embarrassed, "Fine. Sorry for interrupting, carry on." Luz nods, winking at Ames before she does just that.

"So, the Lady looks down at the Maiden with a knowing grin and says…"

"Who are you to come barging in uninvited at this hour?" The lady asks, her voice deep and hungry. The Maiden fidgets with her purple-blue cloak, taken aback by the lady's obvious beauty and the juxtaposition to her previous situation.

"I am deepy sorry for intruding fair lady, I'm lost, and was being chased by wolves when I came upon your home." She explains, "I simply needed shelter, and was rather desperate." The Lady simply gazes down at her for a moment, a curious glint in her eye not unlike the glint of the rubies.

"How quaint." The Lady answers, "You speak as a farmgirl might, are you from a nearby village? No, there is no need to answer, I can tell you are from Gravesfield. This house is always open to weary travelers, come, we shall get you warm and sorted." The Lady commands, waving a lazy hand. The Maiden finds herself compelled to follow, mounting the steps with no trace of the exhaustion she had not moments before.

She follows the lady down the hall after climbing the stairs, the lamps snuff out and spark to life a few feet ahead of her. The Maiden glances curiously, though she quickens her steps as she spies alarmingly convincing portraits of other pale, red eyed people. It almost feels like the eyes are watching you.

"I didn't know there was a castle so close." The Maiden comments, "It's very beautiful."

"Thank you, it's my ancestral home. Rather out of the way to be honest. I must admit I'm quite surprised you found it, it must be fate." The Lady says easily, stopping at one door, "Here, you must be freezing. Let's warm you up." The door opens on it's own, revealing a glorious bathroom of stone, porcelain, and silver.

The mirrors on each vanity are polished to shining perfection, the claws of the bathtub grip skulls, which seems rather grim if not lovely. The towels hung on silver racks are deep maroon. The lamps in here burn lower, casting it all in a soothingly soft glow. The Maiden blushes, looking back at the Lady curiously.

"A bath?" She asks, timid.

"Yes. The best way to warm up the body, don't you think?" The Lady asks, gesturing at the tub, "Go on, get undressed. I shall draw your bath." The faucet bursts to life, and the Maiden yelps at the ferocity of the water. Steam is already curling, and the tub is filling with a finely scented pool of water, lavender and honey and milk graces her nose.

She shrugs off her soaked cloak, which is taken by black nailed hands. The Maiden thinks not of how she's undoing the lace of her corset in front of a complete stranger, her mind is filled with a lovely and comfortable haze. Though, the barest hint of her modesty still shines through as she says, "Will you be staying for my bath, Lady? I'm afraid I'm rather… shy."

"No need to feel so, it is my duty to ensure my house guests in need are cared for. I shall ensure you are well warmed fair Maiden." The Lady says, and in this moment that makes good sense, so the Maiden pulls her corset away, pulls up her gown, then her delicate chemise. She can feel those red eyes on her copper skin, and she shivers as the faucet snaps shut, the bath filled in record time.

The Maiden steps forward, grasping the edge of the tub and lifting a leg to climb in. She slips, squeals, and is caught deftly by the Lady before she can even begin to fall.

"Careful." The Lady whispers against the shell of her ear, "It wouldn't do for a guest to hurt themselves so, would it?" The Maiden breathes heavily, but nods, then quickly shakes her head in correction. The spots where the Lady's hands grasp her are fire incarnate, burning and radiating across her skin. "Very good, in you go then." The Lady says, and the Maiden slips into the water, it's hot, but not painfully so. The heat seeps into her sore muscles, soothing her tired bones as she sinks in.

She sighs, and feels the slightest brush on her cheek. She opens her eyes to see the Lady kneeling beside the tub, considering a pale thumb smeared in startling red. Her cheek, her blood. The Maiden watches as the Lady cleans off her own thumb by taking it into her mouth for a moment.

For some reason, this takes her breath away. She opens her mouth and —

"Is this even a scary story?" Hunter asks skeptically, only to be ferociously shushed by everyone else.

Luz rolls her eyes, smiles wider, then continues,

And the Maiden asks the obvious question, "Who are you?"

"I am the Lady of this Castle, my name is… er, Aurelia. I am very pleased to meet you…" Here Aurelia waits, and the Maiden realizes she should probably share her name too. Okay, that's easy.

"Lucy, of Gravesfield." Lucy of Gravesfield answers. Aurelia smiles serenely and takes one of her hands so gently.

"You are warming up well, this is good. I shan't have to nurse you back to health." Says Aurelia. And Lucy swallows, looking at her savior much more closely. She is pale as the snow, her red eyes are keen and alert, her teeth are shining… and her canines are absurdly sharp and slightly longer than they ought to be.

Aurelia's tongue suddenly wets her lips, and Lucy swallows heavily.

"I… I'm afraid I'm still rather lost." She admits, suddenly self concious about her nakedness. "I don't wanna be a burden, or an over-assuming guest here, but… Might you give me directions home?"

"Certainly." Aurelia says, still holding her hand reverentially, "In the morning, perhaps once the snow gives and we can trust you not to freeze to death. Is this acceptable, Lucy?" She says Lucy's name like it's sweet as nectar, it makes her knees feel weak. Good thing she's already sat in a tub, just in case she melts under that intense stare.

"Yes…" She agrees, "In… In the morning."

"Are you hungry dear Lucy?" Aurelia asks softly, and Lucy is, ravenously, maddeningly; just, not for dinner.

"Not at the moment, though I'm unsure if I'm warm enough…" She trails off, stroking Aurelia's hand with a thumb, the woman trembles ever so softly under her touch, that more than anything gives Lucy courage. "Lady Aurelia… will you help me warm up?" She asks.

Aurelia's smile is radiant as the full moon, shining and bright and all Lucy can look at. "It would be my most exquisite pleasure." Aurelia admits, "Shall we find a warmer spot to retire to for the evening?"

Lucy stands up in all her humble glory, water dripping from her breasts, adoring the way Aurelia is staring at her. She steps out confidently, only nearly slipping once. "Take me away." She says breathlessly.

Aurelia snaps her fingers, and Lucy is instantly dry, and wrapped in a cozy, plush, soft towel. She realizes a moment after it slides over her arms that it's actually a bath robe. It's like a warm hug, she feels unbelievably safe here.

Even if she's run into some kind of sorceress.

"You aren't going to eat me, are you?" Lucy jokes, taking Aurelia's hand and letting the woman lead her out of the bathroom. Aurelia's red irises glint in the lamp light as she looks back over a shoulder.

"Only a little, if my house guest should permit me to." Aurelia admits coyly, worrying her lip with a fang. Lucy giggles, and rushes up to take her arm.

"So long as I get home eventually, I'm at my hostess's mercy." She dares to flirt. And Aurelia leads her confidently away from the bathroom with long and rapid strides. Lucy follows, only now noticing how empty and silent the halls and rooms they pass are.

"Do you live here alone?" Lucy asks as they mount a set of spiral stairs.

"No, my siblings are also here… somewhere? Probably up to no good." Aurelia says, "It's for the best I found you, they're incorrigible pranksters, and my darling Mitty is too shy to greet anyone. She's probably in her tower." They mount ever more stairs, higher into the castle before cutting back into a normal hallway. More suits of black armor, some of them dented and scraped here and there. With yet another wave of her hand, a pair of double doors unlatch and open, revealing a large chamber framed by a huge window overlooking the forest.

A large four poster bed is situated in the middle of the room, surrounded by rich, but slightly faded furniture. Dressers, drawers, armoires, wardrobes, tables, desks, bookshelves, so many bookshelves; couches, chaises, and more. The bedding is dark red, and Lady Aurelia gently spins them around, leaving Lucy with the backs of her knees pressed against the mattress.

Aurelia then pushes her back, and Lucy lets herself be guided down onto the bed. A heated sigh, slightly chilly hands opening her robe, and the bright red of Aurelia's eyes as she kneels in front of her own bed. Lucy only has time to wet her lips before Aurelia is making good on her promise and devouring her.

Lips to lips, Aurelia kisses Lucy's most intimate place, strong hands grip her thighs like iron, keeping her exactly where the good lady wants her. Lucy keens, rolling and squirming as her hostess deepens this unorthodox kiss by involving tongue, licking and lapping at her as eagerly as a puppy.

It's cute. But mostly it feels good, devastatingly so. Lucy grips the bedding, writhing as her clit is brutalized by harsh, firm flicks of a far too experienced tongue, before it's soothed by soft, flat brushing. Lucy sighs, she moans, she dares to grab at Lady Aurelia's beautiful hair and pull.

Her lover responds, pressing two fingers inside; it's Heaven. Lucy cries out, rolling her hips, making a mess, being coaxed closer and closer to that inevitable edge. Violent shudders rip through her core, drawing keener noises from her lips.

"AHHH AMY! I MEAN AURELIA!" Lucy shouts, trembling as she's wracked by brutal waves of blinding pleasure. The orgasm lasts for so long, expertly extended past the sensible end by the expert between her legs. "Oh, oh my goodness." Lucy gasps, "Holy Lord… I can't… I… you, you're amazing."

However, Lady Aurelia waves a hand in reply. Lucy squeaks as she's suddenly pulled upwards, her head resting on soft pillows. Legs still spread, core still messy, and breathing hard. Aurelia doesn't remove her dress, she simply pulls it up, revealing herself. Aurelia's cock is big, thick, long, and weeping from the tip.

Lucy licks her lips and says, without meaning to, "Wow."

"I'll be gentle," Aurelia promises, lining herself up. Lucy moans, and takes it with surprising ease. Aurelia slides inside like a fang into meat, nudging inside and fitted snugly. Two puzzle pieces. "Lucy… you're incredible."

Lucy grins, wrapping Aurelia in a full body hug with both arms and legs. "Go on my Lady," She croons, a husky and secretive whisper just for Aurelia, "you won't break me." Aurelia then thrusts, devastating and too big and heated, fogging up her mind with dizzying smoke. They are one, the lady and the villager. Aurelia and Lucy. They fit so well, and it's so good, it's so good Lucy sees stars and crashes right over the edge over and over.

Aurelia cries out, and her fangs are on full display. Her pupils are blown out wide, nearly eclipsing the red. Lucy licks her lips, lets loose a moan before begging, "Bite me!" Aurelia groans, and kisses her neck hard. Sparks leap like flint against steel, worsening the fire inside and steeling her resolve. "Bite me! Bite me bite me!"

Aurelia resists for a moment longer, trying to warn, "I… I shouldn't, I can't. I… I…" Her fangs flash, and Lucy suddenly realizes who she's sleeping with in startlingly clarity. Just as the vampire sinks her fangs in. Pain clashes against pleasure, combining, smashing and cracking and buckling together.

They crash into a mutual release, together, dragging the other down. She feels sucking at her neck, she feels her intimacy coil and tug at the rude invader, and she can feel the warmth spurting out deep inside. They both keen together, then all at once they fall slack.

There's pressure on her neck, and Lucy is dimly aware of a wad of cotton pressed into her neck, and she's even more aware of the blood on Aurelia's chin. Aurelia licks her lips, red eyes flashing even as she swallows.

"Lucy… I shouldn't have done it. It was risky." She laments, and Lucy snuggles closer.

"I don't mind. I don't mind at all."

"And then they talked, agreed to meet again, and fell asleep in each other's arms." Luz finishes, leaning back with a smile. "Huh? How was that?" The fire crackles, lower than before. Vee grunts, dropping another piece of wood on top. Sparks dance, and the flames flicker.

"That… wasn't scary at all." Hunter complains.

"I think it was lovely." Willow cuts him off, "Excellent story Luz, I like the attention to the details of the castle and the budding romance."

Gus yawns. Lucia rolls her eyes for some reason, and Amelia is blushing so hard she makes the fire look pale.

"Luz… did you just retell…" Amelia starts, before coughing violently and clearing her throat. "I mean, where'd you get such a vivid story from?" Lucia grins. Amity snickers. The rest of the group is looking confused.

Luz gulps down the last of her cider, sets the can down, and grins wickedly at Amelia. "You know what they say, right Ames?" She asks, touching a faded scar on her neck, "Write what you know~"

Amelia then leaps up and chased Luz around the woods for a good few minutes in retribution, and Amity shuffles her spot to sit beside Lucia.

"Well, since we're telling… scary stories." Amity says, drawing everyone's attention (except for Luz, who has been caught by an indignant ((and tipsy)) Amelia nearby. Both cackling and shouting. "Let me tell you a tale of two girls, who struggled for power in a wild, untamed land…"

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Amity struggled against her bonds, the thick rope refusing to budge as it chafes her wrists, tucked behind a vertical wooden log, which has been buried deep in the bare and cracked dirt. She's in a clearing, the forest around them frowning down at her for the audacity of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

She's surrounded on all sides by crazy people wearing thick, black cloaks with the hoods pulled low. The sky above is clear as a crystal, the stars glitter and gleam, winking down entirely inappropriately for what's about to happen.

"Oh Beast of the Greatwood!" The most fanciest of the robe-wearers cries, holding aloft a torch fashioned out of a stick and a skull, "Hear us now, upon the night of your awakening! Hear us, and answer our call."

"Call! Call!" Chant the other cultists. Amity struggles some more for good measure, the sleeveless white dress they forced her into seems ridiculous for the chill. But that's all small potatoes here, because the huge, silvery disc of the moon is high above; ominous and foreboding.

"We once again humbly offer you what you crave most, a young virgin maiden!"

"Uhhh, I'm tellin' ya, I'm not a virgi—" Amity shouts, indignant!

She's cut off by the lead cultist pontificates even louder, "Our… craven offering may be meager and insufficiently worthy. ("Hey!") But let you satiate your hunger, slake your thirst upon this simple vessel."

"Simple vessel. Simple Vessel!" Chant the followers.

"For you see, oh Beast, we are but your humble servants! We few who know the truth of this world, of the barriers between fiction and fact; Ohhhh! How pitifully thin they are. Ohhhhh! How we yearn for the secrets of your strength, your power!"

A roar blasts out over the trees, startling sleeping birds to flight. Amity swallows at the lump in her throat, falling slack against her bonds as her hindbrain freezes up. The cultists all fall to their knees, bowing prone and wailing and sobbing. The lead cultist still stands, arms high and wide, "COME! ACCEPT OUR OFFERING! AND BRING US GLORY FOR THE COMING MONTH!"

Month?? They sacrifice girls every month?! Amity vaguely wonders in horror as the brush ahead rustles. The lead cultist falls to his knees too, and all his flock fall silent. Amity watches in horror as a hulking beast erupts from the brush, dark brown fur, huge, bulging muscles, a massive jaw filled with wickedly pointed fangs.

It's wolf shaped, but it is FAR bulkier compared to a wolf, and it stands upon hind legs. It's front paws are hand-like, each tipped in a horrible claw. Drool falls free from its maw, it's eyes, a deep, rich, chocolatey brown, flash with cunning and hungry malice.

Amity watches in silence as the beast lumbers on all four towards her, and everything is suddenly clear. She's not gonna be burned or stabbed. She's about to get eaten. Messily torn apart by a feral monster god; OHHHH! She knew going camping with the twins was a bad idea!

"Shame Ed and Em couldn't make it by the way." Amity adds, "They're always a hoot."

"Yeahhhh, they had late exams. Bad luck." Willow agrees wistfully.

"W-wait… I… I'm not a virgin!" Amity pleads desperately. The beast advances, uncaring, snarling and snapping at any cultist that moves. "I… I wouldn't taste very good. B-bad diet. O-o-OR A GOOD DIET! No fat on these bones. I… I can pay you! Ohhhh you're an animal, you don't care about money." The beast rears up, tilting its head side to side. Then it leans in. "NO NO WAIT!" Amity cries, closing her eyes and bracing for what will hopefully be a killing blow.

The creature snuffs, its big wet black nose poking at her cheek. Amity whimpers, instinctively turning her head away from the tickling sensation. It presses a little closer. Then, to her utter shock, whispers, "Play along…"

Amity opens her eyes, "What?"

"Shhh! Not so loud! Play along and everything will be fine." The beast insists, then it adds, "Make it convincing, kay?" The beast then wraps its clawed hand around her, easily slicing through the ropes, which fall away in a little heap.

Amity considers for a brief instant of blissful curiosity, then she screams bloody murder. "NO! NO PLEASE!!! PLEASE I HAVE THINGS I NEED TO DOOOO!" She sobs, beating at the beast's shoulder, all her acting classes back in middle school are coming in clutch. She was always complimented on her ability to cry on command, pretty useful.

The beast holds her aloft, and howls at the moon. This sends the cultists into a wild frenzy of cries, fervent prayers, and moaning weirdly enough. The monster then cradles her like a baby, and sprints back into the woods, Amity doesn't struggle.

The cultists vanish through the leafs and branches, and the wind whips past them at the creature's startling speed, deeper and deeper into the wilderness, further and further from the campground. Amity wipes her eyes, and timidly looks closer at her supposed captor/murderer.

"Where you from?" The beast asks, slowing to a jog.

"Bonesborough." Amity answers.

"Oh nice, been there before. Nice country out that way."

"Uh, so you aren't gonna eat me?"

"What? No. Gross. No offense, you're pretty but I don't eat people. No. Naw dawg. Blech!" (The beast actually says blech).

"Then what's the deal with those cultists?" Amity asks, spotting something flickering ahead. She peers into the darkness as the mysterious light gets closer and closer. They enter another clearing revealing a perfectly normal, if not comically tall, little house of wooden panels and wooden shingles.

"Phew." The monster says, slowing down and setting her on her feet. "Those guys? They're freaks, I moved out her for privacy… cuz of my condition. But I guess someone saw me and it spread through the occult community online, and now they're here. Worshipping me like some kind of god. Crazy right?" As the beast talks, it changes, shrinking down, fangs and jaw shrinking. It's no longer a hulking wolf-beast, it's now a slightly wolfish girl. Tall, lean, darker skin and a wide and slanted grin.

She's wearing a striped t-shirt, jeans, a red flannel, and a Titan damned beanie. Her hair is cropped quite short, save for two long bangs that frame her pretty face. "Every month I turn, and every month they find some poor gal to 'offer' I grab em, put on a show, then drop them off wherever they want. In return I 'protect' them, and they offer free food, drinks, and all that good shit. It's a pretty good racket huh?"

"It's quite unethical of you." Amity says dryly, "But… it's better than eating people. Thank you for saving me." She looks her savior over again and suddenly appreciates just how fuckin' handsome this woman is.

"'Course, I'm not about to let pretty ladies such as yourself be hurt for something so dumb. Name's Lucia by the way." Lucia says, offering a hand. Her grin shows off her still oversized fangs. Amity swallows, and grasps the hand firmly.

"Amity, Amity Blight." Amity says, "And uh, if it's not too bold of me. I'd… like to repay you, for that rescue?" Lucia blinks, then rubs the back of her neck, laughing a little nervously.

"Uh, you don't have to."

"I want to." Amity insists, eyeing up the girl's toned body. "Very much so." She approaches Lucia, now thankful those freaks put her in this low cut dress, and squishes her tits together just a little. "Please? I very much want to offer a reward to my gallant rescuer."

"But it's my fault you were even in this situ —"

"ANYWHO! Come on hero, surely you have a bedroom in this home. Let's make sure it's nice and warm for you." Amity cuts in, grabbing Lucia's (buff wow) arm and leading her into her house.

"I… aw what the heck, sure. Whatever you want, fair princess." Lucia agrees, opening the door and leading her into a cozy space of wood. Wooden walls, wooden table, wooden counters, wooden shelves and cupboards of various shades. A wood stove glows comfortably, the whole thing is rather lovely and calming.

There's a little metal spiral staircase leading to the second floor, and before Lucia can lead her there, Amity notices the growing bulge in Lucia's jeans. Her mouth waters. They mount the stairs, and the instant she spots the humble queen sized bed she pushes Lucia to sit on it before dropping to her knees.

"Oh okay, getting right to it huh?" Lucia asks, smiling that slanted smile. "I didn't realize those larpers caught a slut." Amity undoes Lucia's button and zipper, and the werewolf helps her shimmy them down enough to reveal her prize. It's thick, it's shiny, it's… red, and there's a little bulb at the bottom.

"Woah…" Amity says, instantly grabbing it to experiment and explore. It's firm, smoother than a normal penis, and the smell is dizzying. She rubs her cheek against the shaft, then glances up at her savior through her lashes and says, "Don't think I forgot you called me a slut."

"Heh, well? Am I wrong?" Lucia asks, leaning back on her arms and watching. Amity answers by licking her shaft all over, flattening her tongue, dragging it up, kissing the tip and licking up the salty, tangy precum. "Damn, you that big a fan of girlcock? I can't believe how good you look like this."

"Mhmmm…" Amity agrees, slipping Lucia into her mouth, stretching her jaw, and slowly dropping her head lower and lower. Lucia fills her nicely, and she tastes even better than she smells. Amity gets to work, hands resting on Lucia's hairy thighs as she does so.

"Fuck, this feels great." Lucia moans.

Amity goes deeper, throating her, bobbing her head and drooling all over this cock. Lucia pets her head, it feels amazing, shes soaking her panties, her head's swimming. Most intriguing of all is that bulb, it's growing. Amity, being a white girl, instantly knows what this means, and her heart is pounding at the chance to try this out.

"Oh shit." Lucia states, then she throws her head back and moans. Amity stretches her jaw, and her teeth latch behind the knot juuuust as it finishes expanding and dumping a thick, heavy load right where Amity wants it. She holds it in her mouth, savoring the taste and texture.

"You really took it?" Lucia asks, sounding dazed, her face flushed and her eyes unfocused. "I… wow… you're somethin' else, Miss Amity." Amity swallows, watching Lucia groan, feeling her knot twitch and pour more cum onto her tongue. She milks her new friend, suckling the knot, gently fondling her balls, moaning and humming happily.

But… her core clenches on nothing. She feels far too empty for how worked up she is, so, she swallows and swallows until Lucia's done filling her stomach, then she stretches as far as she can and frees herself. She gasps for air, winks, climbs up and leads Lucia back to the headboard. It doesn't take much effort.

Amity gets on her elbows and knees and sticks her ass up, she looks over her shoulder and asks, "Ready for the real deal?" Lucia swallows heavily, her cock slicked with pussy juice and milky white cum. It twitches. Then she mounts Amity, sliding home easily. Amity keens at the ceiling, then the pillow as her head is shoved into it.

"Yeah…" Lucia grumbles, "Yeah. Yeah. Fuck yeah, breeding bitch. Shit Amity, you're a dream. This is…" She trails off, bucking her hips wildly. It feels so good, Amity bites the pillow to muffle her astounded cries. She throws her ass back as fast as she can, but she's unable to keep up with the forceful lunges of Lucia, who seems intent on obliterating her brain via cervix pounding.

"MFFF!" Amity moans, turning her head to the side to cry out, "Harder! Fuck me, fuck me Lucia!"

"That… shit, that's the plan." Lucia grunts, slapping their hips together like a woman possessed. Maybe she is? Maybe that's how she became a werewolf. Regardless, Amity is reaping the benefits of her condition, and she doesn't ever want it to end.

She cries out, gushing, actually gushing around the invading cock. Amity cums in a brutal crescendo that leaves her twitching and gasping. Lucia pulls out, rolls her onto her back, then plunges back in. Amity holds onto the werewolf for dear life, crying out, pleasure turning white hot, her core going supernova, crossing the line into overstimulation. She screams, Lucia growls loudly, her fangs flash.

But Lucia doesn't bite, instead she commands, "Stay still." then lunges and tears the pillow beside Amity's head to shreds. A primal display of lust and terriffic power. This makes Amity cum again. Then she cums yet again when Lucia braces her in place then shoves her knot all the way in.

Amity's world goes white. She thrashes, but is held firmly in place by Lucia, who grunts and gasps in her ear. Amity drags her nails across Lucia's back, which makes Lucia rut in harder, despite her knot locking. The effect is beyond ecstasy, it's pure, grade A pleasure, refined to a fine powder.

Amity takes about a minute to come down from the high, gasping in breath for her burning lungs. Her pussy aches, fluttering weakly, getting increasingly fuller with Lucia's hot, sticky load. "Ngggh, fuck… you're gonna knock me up." Amity jokes breathlessly.

Another rope blasts into her, and she makes a weak little moan at the feeling.

"If you wanted that, I'd need to keep you here alllll night." Lucia smirks.

Amity smiles slyly in reply, "Is that a threat?"

Lucia grins, flexing her cock and dragging another punched out moan from Amity. She feels a thrill crawl across her skin as Lucia leans in so close and gently kisses her. Then Lucia says, "Princess, that's a promise."

Amity doesn't mind. She doesn't mind at all.

"OKAY THESE ABSOLUTELY AREN'T SCARY!" Hunter says, face thoroughly flushed. Willow however is looking curiously at Amity, almost appraisingly as the gang laughs and sips their drinks.

"Last year?" Willow asks, and Amity shrugs in reply.

"It's just a story Willow." She jokes, nuzzling against Lucia, who wraps an arm around her waist.

"Yeah Willow, just a story. Sheesh, don't read too far into things kid." Lucia agrees, kissing Amity's cheek. Willow glares.

Gus looks around and asks, "Wait… so if you and Luci did it… and Luz and Amy did." Amelia has now caught Luz… or at least the pursuit has ended, but neither has returned to the fireside yet. Gus gulps a mouthful of beer then finishes his thought, "Are all four of you, y'know, dating?"

"Who knows?" Lucia grins her slanted grin.

"Yeah it's a mysterrryyyy~" Amity agrees, giggling.

Gus complains, "That… doesn't answer my question at all."

"Mmmmh, funny that. Anyways. We've been sharing our stories a lot, anyone else got one?" Lucia asks, eyeing up the friend group knowingly. It's Vee who rises to the occasion.

"Yeah," She says, "I think I've got a real bone chilling one."

Chapter Text

"Hey!" Hunter hisses indignantly, as a pretty girl with bright cyan hair pushes him into a supply closet at… Hexwarts Demonic School of Witches and Fiends. She's pale, she's got a great ass, and she's locking the door behind them. The closet is standard, it has a little workbench, a shelf of supplies, and a small window to let light in. It's all quiet and, ironically, slightly dusty.

"Are you nuts?" He asks, swallowing as she undoes her pants and pulls them down, "Someone's gonna notice!" The extremely hot girl grins deviously, batting her eyelashes to reveal a different set of eyes with yellow pupils and black irises.

"Who cares?" Vee croons, loving the power she has over this silly human.

"I'm not a hu—"

"Hush baby boy, it's just a story." Vee shushes him with a wink before cracking open another beer, "So anyways,"

"Hang on, this isn't even a monster story." Luz notes.

Vee looks at her quizically, eyebrow arched as she points out, "Luz, I'm already an irl monster girl. Any monster girl you want."

"… Fair enough." Luz nods.

"Right so ANYWAYS! As I was saying…"

"Who cares?" Vee croons, loving the power she has over this silly, handsome, beautiful HUMAN, "Your mistress doesn't care if you fool around, what's the big deal?" She pulls her pants down more, and reveals two long, tapered, gorgeous hemipenes, each about as thick as your wrist at the base.

Hunter stares, face red, lips drawn into a tight line. He looks even more like a golden fucktoy in this early morning light, and her penes twitch at the though of how his lips won't be so tight for very long. Hunter finally accomplishes the mighty task of looking her in the eye, and he stutters out, "Nothin'… Nothin's the big deal."

"And? Didn't you say you love being a free use slut?" Vee adds, like she's explaining something achingly simple to a simpleton. He nods. Triumph soars, she grins even wider, relaxing on the work bench. "Want me to make it easier? I can turn into Willow if you really want." A shake of his head as he kneels, eyes wide, and lips not so tight anymore. His tooth gap is the cutest thing in the universe.

He grasps the bottom hemipene without prompting, wrapping his oddly soft hands around it and slowwwwly spreading the sticky slicky secretions. She sighs, letting her head fall back against the wall as pleasant tingles flutter through her body.

"Get to it baby boy, you know I want more than your pretty little fingers." She orders condescendingly. He makes a heated, breathy noise, then opens his mouth nice and wide. His lips might as well be Paradise, a sexy submissive human sucking her monster cocks off is the perfect way to spend a day at magic school. She threads her fingers through his hair and says, "Good boy, fuuuck your mouth is perrrfect~" Hunter bobs his head, working the first half of her upper hemipene nice and slow, gently sucking as he pulls back.

This feels perfect.

He makes little wet noises, slurpings and gulpings and the like, taking more and more of her with each bob. His hot wet mouth feels so good, Vee pets his head, stroking his hair as his lips and hand strokes her.

"That's it."

He takes her even further in. She groans loudly, uncaring of who might hear. "Good boy. Fuck yes, sucking me off so good. Marvelous. You're so good I might just fuck your cunt." He whimpers at that, then takes her alllllll the way in, down to her base, her slightly out of control pubes right in his face.

"Get a good whiff of all that girl smell Hunty." She taunts, "Get right up in there, yeah… move your tongue more. Thaaaat's it~ work that thang, gotta make sure you don't get hungry in first class right?"

"Mhmmm~" Hunter moans, eagerly jerking and sucking her off. He's an expert, with wayyyy too much experience, literally everyone in their year has had a go at him, probably, likely. Vee hasn't actually paid attention to who's been fucking him, mostly just focusing on her own escapades with him.

"Get that load baby, I might even fuck your cunt next." Vee says. She starts bucking her hips ever so slightly in time with Hunter's motions, and she closes her eyes. "You want that? A nice basilisk load right in your boycunt? Filled up and leaking through your classes all day. Hunter whines, and sucks harder and Vee sees stars.

She cries out, jerking her hips harder, gripping his hair by the roots, and she blows her load right down his throat. Hunter swallows rope after rope of thick basilisk cum, gulping it down eagerly; each mouthful sliding down to his stomach in turn.

"Ohhhh… yeah~"

Hunter is suckling, and Vee needs to pry him away from her crotch. His mouth hangs open, he's panting a little string of spit is still connected to his lower lip. Titan, the way he's looking up at her? All needy and desperate but timid? Yep. She hops off the table, scoops him up using her superior basilisk strength, and bends him over the same table.

"V-vuh… Vee?" He asks, not putting up a fight as she yanks his tights down along with his boyshorts.

"You're gettin' bred baby boy, it's your lucky day." She rasps, lining up her well prepared lower dick with Hunter's gorgeous, pink, shiny, drooling pussy. She rubs her tip all over, flicking his clit, teasing his labia, spreading him a little just to hear the wounded moans me lets loose.

"Please Vee…" He whimpers, "I don't wanna miss potions. Been excited for my project." Vee smiles, strokes his cheek, then plunges in. It's initially easier to take a basilisk cock than a humans, but it quickly becomes a challenge due to the wider girth at the bottom.

The squeeze is addiction forming, it's the elixir of life for her, one of the core foundational pillars of her being. She savors him, leaning down, pressing her tits against his back, pressing him into the table. She just holds herself inside, luxuriating in the way his pussy flutters and squeezes ineffectually against her. She nibbles his ear, he groans needily, and she slooooowwwwwly drags herself out. Hunter's cunt fights her leaving him emtpy for every inch.

Then she pushes in.

"Ohhhh fuck Veeeee!" Hunter whines, and she can't keep going slow. Not with him sounding so fucking hot and sexy and fuckable. She starts fucking him, and he takes it easily; like he was meant to. "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" Hunter chant-moans.

Vee fucks him hard, ramming into him, and her half-hard hemipene outside his body is well positioned to grind on his clit. He cries out hazily, arms scrambling to grab something and failing. She kisses the back of his head, chuckles darkly, then continues ramming him.

"Boy pussy is the bessssttt." She groans, her toes twitching in her shoes, her mind a daze, her cock flexing. "Oh shit! Shit yes! Fuuuuck!"

"MMff!" Hunter almost squeals, then his pussy clamps down, his body locks up, and he squeaks before going completely silent as his orgasm bowls him over. Vee tips his head, leans over, and clenches her jaw around his neck. Her fangs sink in, her hemipene lurches, and she makes one little change before she blows.

"HNNGHH!" Hunter scream-moans as the base of her hemipene suddenly inflates, knotting him before dumping an outrageously heavy load riiiight inside him. "Oh… ohhh! V-Vuh… Vee~ Shit! Holy shit… Unnghhh… you knotted me?"

"Mhmm, sorry baby boy. I needed to, you're so tight." She answers, licking up the beads of blood on his neck. "Oh shit, that's already a bruise." Her hemipene twitches, blasting more cum right as his babygate.

"C-c'mon Vee." Hunter gasps, looking back over his shoulder at her, "I gotta cover that up now!"

She cackles, tickling his cheek with her fingernails. "Sorry hun~ I'll be sure to shrink down so you can get to class on time." He pants out, catching his breath as she continues pumping him full. He's sweaty, his hair is mussed, and his cunt is perfect.

The bell rings out, and Hunter makes to stand up. Vee pushes him back down.

"Ah?"

"Just a few more minutes." Vee mumbles, rocking her hips, pulling at the tie. It's electric, "Just a few more minutes…"