The following night, the Crimson Rose mansion thrummed with dark anticipation. Every sister had gathered in the grand ritual chamber, twenty flawless lesbian vampires dressed in nothing but sheer crimson silk and black lace that barely covered their pale, perfect bodies. The air was thick with the scent of roses, candle wax, and fresh blood.
Lily lay naked and spread-eagled on the central altar, wrists and ankles secured with soft black silk ropes. Her body was already decorated with dozens of elegant fang marks from the previous night’s initiation, faint purple bruises blooming across her breasts, thighs, and neck. Her p***y was still slightly swollen and glistening, eager despite the exhaustion.
Cassandra, the vampire queen, stood at the head of the altar in a long crimson robe that fl
