Night Trial

Night Trial

The moon hung in the pitch black of night, its bright pale disk shining down on the darkness of the graveyard. Ringed with a steel fence and shadowy trees, the graveyard was a site of many dares, a proving ground for those in their final year at university.
Standing just outside the great gates was Kerry, in her final year of studying magic at the University. This was her night, when she was supposed to brave the graveyard and complete her commitment to the fraternity she had chosen. She reached a hand out to the gates, touching them with the softest of motion with her fingertips. The rusted entryway creaked under that barest of pressure, flakes of red iron coming away as she pulled back. Her heart beat faster in her chest, her breasts heaving as she tried to quell the fear she felt at standing this close to the darkness inside.
She pulled her white robe closer to her body, hiding the pearl of her skin from the moonlight. Again she remembered reading the instructions for the test, the words that told her she had to be naked under the robe. She had been shaven by her sisters within the fraternity, removing the light wisps of hair that had covered her mound and wrapped the lips of her womanhood in warmth. She had been surprised at her response to those soft strokes with the blade. Her nipples had responded, as had her bud, all three coming erect in response to the light touch.
Her white hood slipped back from her shoulder length dark hair as she stepped to the gate again. She pushed harder this time, the gate shrieking as it opened inwards onto the graveyard. The gravel path headed away, deeper into the darkness of the covering trees. Kerry nibbled her lower lip, her nerves getting the better of her. Worried that the light from the moon would not be enough, she concentrated on her outstretched palm, calling forth a small glowing ball of light to guide her.
The canopy of trees flickered in response to the movement of her hand as she walked into the darkness. Her robe billowed open as the wind picked up, revealing her form. Deeply curvaceous, she had a lush body. Her hips were made for child bearing, and her breasts hung like ripe melons, her nipples sticking out hard from her large areola. The paleness of the mound between her legs spoke of the earlier activities with her sisters.
Once she had passed the canopy she entered the graveyard proper. Rows upon rows of stones marked graves throughout the area. Kerry ran fingers along each one as she passed it, feeling the age of the stone, drinking in the power of the graveyard on this night of the full moon.
Her instructions had been very clear. She was to go to the great burial chamber at the centre of the graveyard. She should knock three times on the large double doors, then enter and close them. She was to have no lights within the chamber itself, and wait for the dawn. For no reason should she leave the chamber.
She saw it several rows over, and approached it quickly, letting the robe blow about her. She stopped outside the doors and with a thought extinguished the light in her hand. Using the same hand that had carried the light through the graveyard, she knocked heavily three times. With her heart beating faster than ever before, she raised a trembling hand and pushed the door open. Only darkness greeted her from beyond the door. She felt a waft of damp air pass her, carrying the smell of damp, fresh soil with it. She stepped into the darkness, closing the great door behind her.
As the door slammed shut, the noise of its closing echoing throughout the chamber, she felt something move to her right. A whisper of wind, and her robe fell away from her body, pooling around her feet on the floor. In the darkness a voice chuckled, quiet and echoing, its direction unfathomable. Kerry gasped as a cold, clammy hand reached out and grasped her between the legs, a finger darting into and out of her before she had a chance to respond. In as much time as it had taken her to feel it, the hand was gone, another chuckle in the darkness following.
Shivering with fear and a sudden burst of passion from the unexpected fingering of her sex, Kerry took several hesitant steps forward into the chamber. She wanted to pass the test, no matter what, and was trying to distance herself from the only means of escape, the doors.
There was a whisper again in the darkness, only this time the hand caressed her left breast, tweaking the nipple as it passed. She gasped again at the mixed emotions of fear and pleasure from the moment. Again, a chuckle echoed from the darkness around her.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“Does it matter?” the chuckle from the darkness answered.
The chill of the voice sent a shiver down Kerry’s spine, but instead of it ending in fear, she felt the familiar feeling of pleasure she experienced when she began to play with herself. As small sob escaped her lips as the shudder increased. The whisper came again, this time she felt two hands, the first between her legs, again darting a finger into her most private place, the second wrapped about her throat, drawing her head up and back. She felt a soft tongue dart into her ear, before the hands disappeared again.
Now, the fire was beginning to rise in her loins. The playful ministrations of her taunting captor were setting her alight with passion. Her nipples were now standing harder and more erect than from cold air. She could feel the sensitivity in her breasts increasing. Still unable to see, she groaned again, letting the waves of start to build inside. Just as she thought he wasn’t coming back again, she felt the hands again. This time they forced her forward, until her thighs caught on a hard stone surface. She fell forward, using her arms to catch herself in the dark, her large breasts hanging down, her hard nipples brushing the cold stone surface.
She felt the fingers probe her, exploring both her holes, dipping into each in rapid succession. She felt the convulsions beginning in her as the soft tongue that had been in her ear suddenly found her hard bud, flicking it hard before diving between her lips into her waiting hole. The tongue moved back and forth between them, whilst a finger slipped inside, reaching deep within the hole, touching her where she had never been touched before. She convulsed as it massaged the sensitive spot on the front of her, deep within her hole. She could feel the muscles rippling down the length of the finger inside her, trying to pull it and hold it deep inside.
She felt the head move away as she groaned again, rising to nibble at the base of her ear. She cocked her head to one side to give it more room, whilst leaning further forward to give more access to her pussy.
She screamed with pleasure and pain in the next moment. The finger was gone, replaced with something both soft and hard, but far wider and longer than the finger before. The shaft moved deep inside her, thrusting to the limit of her ability to accept. She felt the stone bite into her thighs as the thrusts from the mighty shaft shoved her forward into it. At the same time, she felt a sharp sting on her neck, then the cool splash of her blood down her neck onto her breasts.
The shaft disappeared just before she reached climax, and she felt the arms spin her body around so that her naked bum sat on the cold stone surface. She could sense the figure in the darkness before her. She felt the head of the shaft slap against each of her thighs as he came closer. From the darkness one of the figures hands came forward, forcing itself into her mouth, releasing a torrent of blood. She swallowed, a reflex action that sent fire coursing into her belly. The fire spread, sending her loins into a blazing crescendo of climax. She felt the shaft enter her again, and used every muscle she could to milk it, rippling along its length, causing the whisper in the darkness to become more, a hoarse scream that made her shudder with delight. She felt him climax inside of her, great jets that seemed to wash into her very soul. She could feel it dribbling out, more than her pussy could ever hope to contain. Still the lust burned in her, so she squirmed around onto her belly on the stone, reaching out to greedily pull the monstrous shaft into her mouth. Gagging on its size, she did her best to drink all that it had to offer, licking the large bell end with her tongue. After what seemed a far to short a time, it was done. She felt the shaft begin to go limp in her hand and the fire die from her loins.
Gasping at what she had done, she conjured the light, ignoring the rules she had been given. Standing before her was the most handsome man she had ever seen, his huge cock hanging flaccid, spent between his legs. His hair was the colour of blue iron, an he smiled, his fangs clearly dripping her blood. His hand was coated in blood as well, and she could see the injury that he had sustained in giving it to her. He nodded towards the wall to her left and she turned to look. Staring back at her, so much slimmer than before, was the new Kerry. Her hair was now blue iron, and when she smiled she saw fangs. The image remained just long enough for her to see what she had become, before it faded from the mirror, never to return.
“Welcome home, Kerry,” the vampire said, moving towards her.
Kerry smiled, greedily reaching for the rapidly hardening cock as the vampire approached, ready to go again.