The scent of blood still lingered in the air.And that always excited me. I was a lamia. Though my race was raised as slaves by the nagas across the De...peir Mountains, we were still similar to cats. We liked to hunt, to eat meat. We liked the taste of blood. And since we were creatures born of Las’s indiscriminate masturbation, sex was ingrained in us.So my pussy dripped with excitement.I pushed aside the flaps of the tent, the insides reeking of hot pussy. Such a wonderful scent. A purr rose in. I’m now completely a vampire and have everything I ever wanted. I smile lightly through the kiss and relax into him. He climbs on top of me, my gown pulling up as he moves closer. I feel his fingers skim over my body, making it sing. His touch is a new sensation, an overwhelmingly beautiful experience. He removes his own clothing in mere seconds and slides up between my thighs. I gasp out, parting my legs for him, welcoming him into me embrace. He helps me out of my gown, the cloth dances. One by one everyone moved to the window with slow uncertain dread tosome unknown but commonly feared fate. On the street below, a fewpedestrians moved through Shipley Park. Air traffic above movednormally, one plain black, unremarkable HOV was parked at the edge ofthe Park, a half a block away. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Onlythe encroaching clouds of the pending storm stood out against the stillbight blue sky. "No one is out there, No one!" she announced.They all knew that meant. When she was in the water she swam quickly with long, fluid strokes. It took her only a few minutes to reach the large floating dock. The coolness of the lake against her breasts always excited her. And as she swam her bikini top had inched down until it barely hung on her dark large nipples. Pulling herself out of the water exposed her tits completely. She rolled onto the sun warmed wood planking and trembled at the heavy bounce of the large swells on her chest. The maroon nipples looked.