"I've just reached your house, Rebecca!" Saraha mumbled on the phone as she parked the car in front of the house.
"Oh, really?" Rebecca, Damien's grandmother, said from the other side, "Wait a minute, I'll give him a call and let him know that you've arrived."
"No need!" Sarah stopped her. "I haven't seen him since he was a kid; let's see if he still remembers me!" She exclaimed as she got out of the car, a bag of boxes in her hand.
Sarah was a woman in her mid-40s, yet due to working on a farm and taking care of cattle, she looked like a woman in her late 30s. The blonde-haired woman then began walking towards the door, her hips swaying in a rhythm. "Hmph! I remember him claiming that he would marry me when he was older; let's see if he really honors it!"
Of course, she really wasn't going to marry him and was just going to tease him, and Rebecca knows about it too. And although she wanted to stop her friend, she knew it was impossible.
With a defeated sigh, Rebecca said, "Just don't tease him too much!"
"Well, that depends on him," Sarah replied with a smirk. "Anyways, I've reached the door. I'll call you after I devour your dearest grandson."
"Haa, what do I do with you…?"
"Hehe, bye Rebecca!" With that, Sarah had cut the call. Pushing the phone down into her pocket, she pressed on the bell.
"Damien? This is Sarah. I'm your grandmother's friend! I bought you food!"
"...."
But there was no reply from the inside. Frowning, she rang the bell once again. "Damien?" She called.
"....."
But still there was no reply. A little annoyed, Sarah took a deep breath as she rang the bell once again, this time followed by a yell, "Damien! It's me, your wife! You said you would marry me when you are old! You are now old, right? Now come down here and marry me!" She was sure that would get her a reply.
And sure enough, only after a few moments, she heard heavy footsteps coming towards her.
Her expression turned haughty while a victory smirk bloomed on her face. 'You are too young to ignore me, kiddo!' She exclaimed inwardly.
Soon, a young man in his early 20s slowly opened the door. He was stark naked, his lean, muscular body put in the open, with his little brother standing erect, proudly.
"Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Why are you naked?!" Saraha stuttered, her face turning crimson red. Her heart thumped against her chest while the bag slipped out of her hand; her body was trembling.
Yet, she couldn't tear her gaze away from his body. No, it wanted to stay and savor this piece of art, especially the rod that was standing high and mighty.
GULP
Sarah gulped visibly, her mind going into overdrive. 'D-Damn, he is so big. I-I might really take up on the marriage offer!'
But with great difficulty, Sarah was able to tear her gaze away from Damien's little brother and turned up to look at his face, and that's when it happened.
BADUMP
Sarah's heart thumped in fear. Yes, fear! Her haughtiness, her flirtatious nature, her taboo thoughts—everything! Everything had scurried away from her mind when she saw those two eyes.
Two blood-jewel eyes that glared at her wantonly with desire. One that wanted to eat her in the very place she stood.
And then, there was his grin, a mocking grin of evil blooming on his lips, showcasing his two new elongated canines that gleamed under the sunlight, causing her jaw to shiver.
Sarah wanted to run, yet her legs didn't move; they froze in fear. And perhaps noticing this, Damien's eyes flickered.
BOOM
His hand shot towards her at blinding speed, grabbing her by her waist. And before she could even realize what was happening, he yanked her in, sending her flying into the hall before she crashed into the side of the sofa.
"Ahhh!!!" Sarah yelled in pain and horror. Tears began to roll down her cheeks in pain while she clutched her leg, which was injured by the throw.
But she can care about her later.
CLICK
Damien had closed the door and began walking towards her.
"D-Damien!! What happened to you?! No! Who are you?! Where's Damien?! You aren't Damien?! Damien!!"
Sarah was slowly losing it; her mind wasn't able to comprehend just what was happening to her. She was just supposed to bring food to him and perhaps tease him for a minute or two, but she never thought that this would happen.
Damien was already nearing her, and she knew for sure she couldn't overpower him. Her hands reached out, trying to grab something to hit him with, but he wasn't going to let her.
BOOM
Faster than a blink of an eye, he reached her and grabbed her by her throat.
"Aackkkk!!!"
Sarah squirmed beneath his grip but couldn't move an inch, and as Damien began to kneel beside her, her expression turned into one of dread. "Damien!" She yelled aloud, hoping that he would snap out of it.
But his gleaming eyes said otherwise, and without wasting a moment, Damien lunged forth, baring his teeth, and bit Sarah on her neck.
"Aaaahn~"
Sarah moaned aloud, not of pain or fear, but of pleasure, and her mind went blank. Her fear and dread disappeared. The pain? Vanished. What remained was pure ecstasy.
Blood gushed into his mouth as soon as he bared his fangs into her neck, a satisfied glint passing through his eyes. This was it! This was what he was thirsting for!
Damien continued to mindlessly drink Sarah's blood while a profound change happened in Sarah's body.
From Damien's fangs, a black mist poured into Sarah's bloodstream, which swiftly travelled all around her body, from her muscles and bones to her organs, before it seeped into every part of her body, and a moment later.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM
Mini explosions happened all over her body, her heart, her mind, her bones, everything—exploded, and Sarah had died.
But just like in the case of Damien, those exploded organs began to reconstruct themselves before exploding again and reconstructing again.
This repeated more than ten times before it stopped. And when Sarah opened her eyes, they were just like Damien's—blood-red.
And just like Damien, a crazed expression filled her face, and replacing her canines were two fangs. She bit into Damien's neck just like he did.
And the moment she tasted his blood, her eyes turned even more fervent. Her nails dug into his back while her legs wrapped around his waist, trying to hold him in place.
But Damien wasn't one to lose; he had let go of her neck and pressed his hands firmly against her ass, pushing her towards him, slamming her body into his.
They continued for hours, drinking each other's blood until they were satisfied. And Sarah's body was reconstructed two more times, and each time it did, she was more fierce than before.
And after what felt like an eternity, they both stopped momentarily and stared into each other's eyes.
They could see it, even feel it. The desire they had for each other. And this time, Sarah took the initiative by pushing her face against his, sealing her lips with hers, which seemed to have broken the camel's back as Damien clawed his hands into Sarah's shirt and began to rip them apart.
He then pushed her to the ground, still kissing. While he spread her legs and started to tear apart her jeans until he could see her bare pussy.
He then stopped for a second, pulling out of the kiss. He stared at her bare pussy, drenched in wet.
He didn't need an invitation, nor did he need it. So he pushed his dick down, entering all the way in until he hit her womb.
"Aaaahn~"
Sarah moaned loudly, her blood-red eyes bulging as waves of pleasure and pain hit her body. If this was a normal human, they would've surely been heavily injured from the force Damoen thrust it in.
But Sarah's new body was able to take it, almost as if her body was built just for this.
Meanwhile, Damien continued to thrust his dick deeper and deeper into Sarah, a low grunt escaping his lips every now and then.
He pressed one of his hands against her neck while the other grabbed her breast.
This continued on; Sarah moaned continuously, almost losing her voice at one point before it got regenerated.
They even changed places, smashing into things as they continued to have sex for almost a day before they both collapsed in front of the house from exhaustion, each in the other's arms.
Meanwhile, Rebecca was almost having a heart attack. She was trying to call Sarah for almost a day, but she wasn't picking up. She even tried calling Damien, but he, too, wasn't picking up.
Panicked, she told her daughter what had happened and how Sarah and Damien weren't picking up their phones.
But her daughter calmed her down, reasoning that they might have had some signal problems, and also stated that if they weren't picking up tomorrow, they would call the police.
"Come on, Sarah! Pick up the damn phone!" Rebecca muttered under her breath as she paced around her room.
And after what felt like an eternity, Sarah had picked up the call. "Sarah! What the fuck! Why aren't you picking up the call?! Do you have any idea how worried I was?! And where's that brat, Damien?! Why isn't he picking up the call either?!"
....
Just a few moments earlier
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Damien was fast asleep when he was disturbed by a phone call. With a frown on his face, his hand searched for the phone before he pulled it closer.
He instinctively picked up the phone without giving it much thought, but the moment he did so, "Sarah! What the fuck?! Why aren't you picking up the call?! Do you have any idea how worried I was?! And where's that brat, Damien?! Why isn't he picking up the call either?!"
'...Sarah? Who's Sarah?' Damien mumbled inwardly, his frown creasing further in irritation, 'fuck, someone disturbed my sleep because they dialed the wrong number?' Damien was pissed.
But then,
"Hello?! Sarah? Answer me, dammit!!"
'Wait ... isn't that Grandma?' He recognized the voice, and that's when he noticed a weight on his chest.
He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze travelling down to his chest before he muttered in a shocked daze, ".....what the fuck?!"