It was semester holidays. Here the actual story started.One day, we had a function at home, all the relatives are at home. We invited her family also,...she came to my home for that function, I was stunned after seeing her. She was in Blue color saree with matching velvet blouse. Basically, velvet blouses are transparent, she used to wear deep cut and very tight blouses all the time. Her boobs are like pumping out from her blouse. So for the transparent blouse, she wore a black bra, I can see it. ..flashing your cunt?” She still remained silent, “No couldn’t be that, you were already wet, what was it mum?” She didn’t say anything. “Answer me mum or this picture will be sent all over the internet.” A few seconds pause before she spoke with a tremor to her voice “I...I don’t know son,” I gave her a look, “I, I have been excited ever since, well ever since you took out your cock at lunch and made Vicky, .”she took a deep breath and looked down at her feet, “and me suck your. The aura bulging with stolen energy, its boundaries shrunken and wizened but its contents fresh. Undisciplined. The aura of a vampire who takes what he wants when he wants it and damn the consequences.I twitched myself to my feet, the cultists around the perimeter stepping back at the suddenness of the movement, the other vampire flinched but stood his ground. A modicum of backbone, then. Good. Or possibly bad. I hadn't decided. I looked around, counting. Twenty cultists. Some with torches. I. Ling’s smile infuriated the drunk who launched across the room with a swing up which, if it had connected, would have disembowelled him or finished in his throat. Either would have been enough. But the swing swept up through air and Ling stepped in with his smaller, thinner knife and opened the soldier’s neck. Blood started to pour out. His fingers went into the man’s eyes to stop him retaliating as he died. Then Ling’s knife came round and hamstringed the dying man. Kneeling on the ground he.