1. Vampire Omicron: Chapter 1 - Home Invasion - Updated


    Date: 8/21/2024, Categories: Fantasy Cruelty Death, Extreme, Gothic, Horror, Humiliation Lactation, Male Domination, Male/Female Monster, Murder, Non-consensual sex Oral Sex Rape Snuff, Torture, Violence Water Sports/Pissing, Author: SKOLL, Source: sexstories.com 

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DISCLAIMERS

In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don't agree with his choices, and you're not supposed to either. We're all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings. That's the POINT. This is HORROR.

This is more PORN than PLOT.

All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

FETISHES/WARNINGS

-Death / Blood / Murder (SORT OF SNUFF, but with a twist. I mean it’s a vampire, I’m going for it, but I keep it minimal)

-Creeping around (lots of this, sorry if it’s boring)

-Sniffing / tasting (panties, armpits, sweat, bodily fluids, everything)

-Breast milk

-Pissing

-Non-Con / Sadism / Violence towards women

-Slow start, builds to brutal ending

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Chapter 0 - Prologue

Slipping in and out of sentience, fragments of memory come back in sputtering waves. A panic jolts through me. Sound. But I’m unable to move. Blackness. A hundred voices at my funeral. Maybe less. Fake sympathy, shallow words. Whispers of “how pervy he was”, rumors of “what they found on his laptop”. The voices, my family, acquaintances. Their lives carry on. Mine has ...
    ... ended too early. I never saw 30. A virus? Doctors label it the Omicron Variant, the weaker one. To them, I’m just another number. Another life lost to the pandemic. But no, it’s not the same. They barely looked into it. In truth, it’s something far worse.

Then darkness, for months, below the ground, aware but immobile, helpless. Weak, but slowly gaining strength. I wait, with nothing but my own thoughts. Recalling my pathetic life, anger rising in me. Hatred, twisted thoughts. I’m not myself. Every bit of humanity within me, every good quality and honorable virtue, all of it has fallen away. And all that remains is the darkness. The man I was is gone. He doesn't matter. Now I’m reborn as something else, something evil.

A full year I lie like this, transforming. Until finally one day I hear movement. The earth, the dirt around my coffin, it shifts, flows like mud. I reach up and push. The lid opens slowly, mud pouring in all around. I climb, clawing desperately at the earth, struggling until finally I surface. Rain pouring down on my head, the cold autumn night fresh on my skin. A graveyard, a plaque next to me, not even a full headstone. I was too poor and unimportant. My old name etched into it. I crawl with all my strength until I lie panting, wheezing on my side. The earth stops shifting and I feel my power completely drained.

Too weak to move, a year’s worth of strength expended in minutes. As the rain stabs down at me, drenching my decaying suit and tie, I finally ...
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