The Moment of Death

As soon as you were through the door of Julia's place, she was on her knees, undoing your pants, pulling out your cock. You'd only just met at the bar, but she was clear on what she wanted. And maybe she was a little older than the women you usually went for, but she was beautiful and stacked and, most importantly, interested.

She scooped her big breasts out of her top and played with them as she delivered the most intense blowjob of your life. Her tongue was oddly cold, in fact the inside of her mouth was a few degrees cooler than your cock - an unusual but very exciting feeling. An ex-girlfriend had once given you head after drinking icy water and it felt not unlike that. You were really close to cumming and Julia had got you there unbelievably quickly. Her skills were incredible.

"I'm going to cum if you keep this up," you warned her.

"So fuck my face and cum, big boy! Don't hold back," she instructed.

You grabbed the back of her head and pulled it down your dick, drawing a squeal of delight from her. In seconds you were pumping your load deep into her throat.

Julia pulled you out and delightedly lapped at your cummy dick. "Very good... Thank you. Now let me give you something in return."

Holding your cock, she turned her head to the side and, before you could react, bit down on your penis. You felt your skin penetrated by two points - fangs had extended from her incisors. Something was being pulled from you... It was your life.

You died right there. And yet you remained.

You watched Julia's skin firm and tighten, wrinkles fading as your essence wiped a decade off her age in seconds. She smiled over you, your collapsed body cooling, your heart shrivelling in your chest. Your lungs could not take in air. She stroked your cheek.

"I'm sorry. Your life is over," she whispered gently. "But if you want, there can be a new existence for you. The cost is great, but you will exist. I have taken your life, but if you give me your soul I will give you power in return."

The fear of oblivion gripped you. You would do anything - you would slaughter and cheat - to avoid death. With every draining drop of willpower you nodded to Julia.

With a gesture, she pulled something from you, something you recognised but had never seen. You didn't really believe in the idea of a soul, but the spinning, sparking orb in Julia's hand contained your kindness, your restraint, was the origin of every good deed you'd ever done. She ripped it apart.

Your flesh crawled, your body reshaping rapidly compressing and twisting. Your spent, limp cock crumbled to dust, your balls disintegrating and your rapidly tanning skin parting to reveal a slick new pussy. Firm, heavy breasts blossomed on your chest, your face rearranging into a haughty, mature, cruel beauty. Something dark and awful crept into the space your soul had vacated, eradicating any remaining trace of humanity.

As movement returned to you, so did a corrupt sexual pleasure in your own undead body. Your new vampiric nature revealed itself to you, and you relished the thought of the cum, blood and life energy you would consume.

You stood, stretching your limbs. You were shorter and more compact, but you could feel an evil strength in your shapely form. As the burning embers of your soul danced in the air, you toyed with your thick brunette locks, spread your legs to look down at your new pussy, framed by cropped pubes.

Julia wrapped her arms around you, kissing you deeply. "Welcome, my sister, to our wonderful hell." With that, every iota of your soul hovering in the air around you exploded. The lights went out, and Julia effortlessly tossed her furniture to the side of the room, wrecking it. You fell on one another, kissing, licking, fucking your undead cunts with fingers and tongues.

You gave yourself over to darkness, your new identity, an eternal existence of hunger and debauchery ahead of you. As Julia's cold tongue played over your new clitoris, you ran your own tongue over the fangs in your mouth.

In hours, you would need to feed.