Lemon Warning

Yuri Warning

Ryona Warning

The blood of the cultist yielded some odd visions in the mind of Mari. She saw a sprawling house, bigger than any normal home had a right to be, but it was in the middle of the woods. She saw monsters of many descriptions wandering its halls along with members of "The Circle of the Moon". In a grand chamber that was circular she saw her target; the vampire Carmilla…

Mari growled and inwardly cursed her inability to utilize blood memories as well as an older vampire could. The information would eventually lead her to her ultimate goal, that she knew beyond any doubt. It was the cryptic nature of that information that left her wondering what it was. The forest itself, for all she knew, could be a metaphor, or it was an actual forest. There was simply no way to tell for certain which was correct.

After Mari became a vampire, an "incident" caused her to lose favor with her superiors. Fortunately, she was able to find help in her personal quest from one of the very people she was originally supposed to find. Here in the city of Tokyo-2 she was meeting that someone. She only hoped he had the answers she was missing.

II: Into the Arms of a Demon

After wandering the streets for an hour to insure she wasn't being followed, she finally made her way to a small apartment building downtown. It seemed abandoned on the outside and quite dilapidated, though the decay it exhibited she knew from experience belied the strength the building still possessed. She entered the destroyed front door stepping past leaves and debris that had floated in from the outside. Her keen ears listened for anything out of the ordinary.

She made her way to the third floor, taking the stairs as only a few rooms in the entire complex even had electricity, and those rooms were away from the outer walls. Taking an interior hallway, she eventually stopped at a door. The first digit of the room number was gone leaving the numbers 986 on the door. A nameplate was worn but was readable with the name "Akamatsu H.", but Mari knew that that was not who lived here. She knocked on the door lightly.

A minute later, the door opened revealing the face of Shinji Ikari.

"Back so soon?"

"I need more information," Mari replied.

"Okay," Shinji replied. Stepping away from the door, allowing Mari to enter the apartment. The room was immaculate, consisting of a decent sized entryway, a small kitchenette and a door opened to a small bedroom. She noted the smell of another individual but she didn't recognize who it was. It wasn't important to her.

"So what did you need to know?"

"Do you know if the cult had access to any other bases of operation, maybe outside the city?"

Shinji thought for a moment. "Not that I am aware of, why do you ask?"

"I managed to…" Mari felt a little warm inside and it made her light headed, but she couldn't figure out what was causing it. Dismissing it she continued. "I managed to find a group of cultists from the circle in Tokyo-4." She wandered over towards the sofa, stripping off her trenchcoat as she walked and draped it over the side. It was suddenly warm in that room. "I… interrogated him for information and all he described to me was a house in the woods… a big one.

Shinji thought this over for a moment before he answered. "It's not ringing any bells. I have some files in my room though, I can look and see if any notes match a similar description." He looked her over. "You okay? You seem uncomfortable."

"I'm fine," Mari insisted. "Just seems a little warm in here, that's all." Shinji walked into the bedroom at that point and she watched him go. She felt something stir inside her, similar to the need to drink blood that has come over her since her transformation, but this was different. She took her glasses off and rubbed her eyes. The feeling hit her again causing her to drop her glasses. She felt as if her body was reacting to something in an almost sensual way.

She leaned on the couch and tried to get a hold of herself, but then she actually felt her outfit rubbing pleasantly at her apex. She didn't remember her pants being nearly this tight, but she felt every little movement at that spot, as if her nerves there were suddenly ultra sensitive. Though unnecessary she tried to breathe to see if she could release some tension in her body, but the expansion of her chest caused her nipples to rub the inside of her tight leather top which further enhanced the feelings rather than calming them down.

"What's wrong with me?!" Mari wondered. She felt this compulsion to go into that bedroom… to find Shinji… and to her astonishment, she realized what her compulsion was trying to get her to do. She indeed had an itch, and in her mind, only Shinji could scratch it. The poor girl couldn't understand why her body was reacting like this, but the fire had been lit… she had to have him… and she couldn't go on without him.

Shinji flipped though another file, placing it aside as it was obvious to him that it was useless. He heard Mari enter the room. But he didn't turn around.

"This is probably gonna take a little bit," he said. "I'll let you know when—" The words fell from his mouth as he was sudden grabbed by the shoulders. The file fell from his hand, papers fell to the floor as he was pulled and then pushed into the wall. Before he could get his bearings he was being kissed forcibly. His eyes widened as he realized it was Mari that was kissing him. He struggled at first but she wasn't taking no for an answer. The strangest part of all was the fact that she seemed… cold to him.

When she finally stopped trying to kiss him he was about to speak when Mari pushed him onto the bed. He tried to get up only to have Mari all but crawl on top of him. She unfastened her corset and tossed it aside, leaning over him and kissing him again, this time having more luck. Shinji had stopped fighting back and was now simply allowing it to happen.

Mari let him up only long enough to relieve him of his shirt and removing her own. Shinji pushed back to be more comfortable on the bed. Mari quickly removed her boots before crawling back on top of him. As she kissed him again, Shinji reached up and unhooked her black bra. She shrugged out of it immediately tossing it aside and went back to kissing him deeply. It was as if she needed that part of this more than anything else. Shinji ran his hands over her breasts causing her to suck in a breath and break the kiss long enough to moan. Pulling her own pants and panties off, she started to relieve him of the rest of his clothing. Shinji laid there, waiting as she continued to work on him.

"We shouldn't," Shinji noted aloud.

"I need this," was all she replied. Crawling back on top of him, now that she was fully bared for him, he finally decided to take control. Grabbing a hold of her, he flipped her around so that her back was on the mattress and he was over her. Mari seemed to be okay with the reversal of power and stretched her neck back allowing Shinji to nip her sensitive neck. Gasping at the sensations, she pushed him forward, rolling her hips up to rub herself against his quickly hardening member.

Shinji wasted no time and impaled her. Instantly her body heated up and she cried out in ecstasy. Her body closed around him, increasing the friction as he began to really lay into her. Pushing herself up, she rocked into his member hard, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and continued to kiss him while he fucked her. The heat between them seemed to intensify and she urged Shinji to bite her. He obeyed.

Mari screamed in orgasm as he clamped down on her neck. The sudden shock of pain sent her over the edge. As he let go, Mari rolled putting them back where they started, and she fucked him even harder despite the feeling of her fluids running out of her body and down his tightening scrotum. The hypersensitivity that usually accompanies an orgasm was ground out of her by her constant and relentless gyrations.

Shinji tried to hold back, but it seemed as if despite having a second orgasm on top of her, she was refusing to stop. He fought hard, hoping to wear her out before he had a chance to cum himself, he didn't want to do that to her. And yet, it seemed that was precisely what she wanted, and continued working at him, determined to shatter his defenses.

Unable to hold it anymore Shinji spilled into her, gasping as his body gave up the struggle. The feeling of his seed inside her sent her over the edge again and she cried out one more time before collapsing on top of him, breathing hard for an undead creature.

Shinji noticed despite the fact that she had felt so cold before, she felt extremely hot to him now. Of course, this realization was only a bare minimum as he felt himself coming down from his own elation. But he couldn't believe what had just happened. She effectively raped him, and he didn't do a damn thing to stop her… he just went with it, even took direct part in it. While he resisted what she ultimately wanted, he was only a man, and no man could resist a creature like Mari forever.

"Why," Shinji managed between breaths. "Why did you do that?"

Mari didn't answer, still breathing hard. With each heave, he could feel her rock hard nipples rubbing against his chest. Slowly, she started to calm, and her body temperature began to lower again.

"I…" Mari managed to get out. "I wish I knew. I was waiting in the room for you to come back when… my body just started… I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."

"The Circle of the Moon is a fertility cult," Shinji noted. "What did they do to you?"

"I guess they changed me even more than I thought they did…"

"Changed you? How?"

Mari frowned and looked away as her mind went back to those events…

"So this will be your room here with our brothers and sisters," Miranda noted as Mari was shown her new room.

Mari had to admit it was a bit over the top, but she'd never complain. The bed was huge with a large canopy surrounded in silken sheer curtains and heavier drapes that were currently drawn opened. The furniture was painted light colors and everything was either white or gold with a few accents in midnight blue here and there. The look was meant to portray purity, at least that's what Mari decided. Certainly a strange thing to find with the lair of a dark cult devoted to the lord of all darkness.

"Wow," Mari finally stated after taking the room in. "Its more than I'd ever expected! Almost makes me not want to go home."

"Why go home when the party is here?" Miranda replied. And before Mari could comment she found her self pulled onto the bed with Miranda on top of her. They both giggled before Miranda quieted them both with a kiss. For a stranger, and one that dressed pretty conservatively, Mari noted she kissed deeply, and passionately, and it came easily as if she had much in the way of practice. When they parted, Miranda pushed her own hair from her face, never breaking her seductive smile. Carefully she removed Mari's glasses and placed them on the night stand.

"I recognized the crest," She whispered as her hand traced over the patch, and by proxy, Mari's right breast. Mari immediately breathed in at the contact that was sensual enough though the material of both her shirt and bra. "Cambridge Academy for Girls, right?"

Mari chuckled lightly as she got her breath back. "You know your schools. Have you been to England before?"

"Not recently," Miranda admitted. "I studied at Yorkshire a few years back, learning advanced accounting techniques." She gently leaned down and licked a sensitive spot on Mari's neck causing the girl to gasp in pleasure and surprise. "You know what happens at those all girl's academies though, I'm sure. It's why you're not resisting me now."

"Well, I do find you very attractive," Mari replied. "I've always had a thing for bookworms."

"And I've always has a thing for school girls," Miranda replied softly, before deeply kissing the British girl.

Mari was a little out of her league; despite coming from an all girl academy, she was spared exposure to the underground sexual climate such "sisterhoods" tend to foster. As a result, she was working purely off of instinct, but this seemed to be enough. The girls rolled on their side with Miranda tracing a hand down Mari's hip to slide up under her pleated skirt. Mari's leg slid over Miranda's and the studious looking girl took no time sliding her leg up until her thigh rested on Mari's apex. Mari moaned lightly though Miranda's lips at the feeling, causing the girls to separate slightly and giggle. Mari's arm relaxed and Miranda started to unbutton the white school shirt.

Finding the snap on the waistband of Miranda's long skirt, she managed to slide the garment from the girl's hips, though no further due to the leg at her apex. Mari expressed surprise to find the girl wasn't wearing panties at all, and her hand slid up to find the smooth skin of her bottom.

"Don't believe in undergarments?" Mari asked playfully.

"No, I believe in easy access," Miranda replied seductively as she slid the shirt off of Mari. "No panties if possible, tube top instead of a bra, loose and easy to remove garments. You'll find that such things are an advantage here."

Mari didn't question instead allowing her shirt to be removed before reaching back and unclipping her bra. Miranda quickly removed it getting a good view at Mari's ample assets.

"I see they make them big in England," Miranda commented lustfully as she went to work on Mari's right breast. Mari didn't respond, instead letting the pleasure course though her as Miranda'a skillful tongue made sport of her areolas. She slid a hand behind Miranda's head, holding her to the sensitive breast as Miranda finally slid her leg free from Mari's apex to remove her skirt. The British girl noted her lover also believed in shaving everything, a rarity among Japanese girls she was lead to believe.

Letting her breast go, Miranda sat up and removed her shirt revealing a plain white tubetop as promised. Her nipples were already noticeable in the surface of the stretched fabric. While Asian girls to Mari's experience tended to have small but pert breasts, Miranda's were fuller and larger. The girl removed her tube top allowing them to be free and Mari could tell they were natural. Leaning up, she took Miranda's left breast into her mouth, giving a playful bite to the nipple. Miranda squeaked in pleasure and wrapped her arms around her new lover.

Suddenly, Mari took the initiative. Her hands grasping the girl by the butt and rolling with her quickly putting Miranda's back on the bed. Miranda giggled and pushed herself up a little more to be comfortable. Mari took this opportunity to undo the button on her skirt and slide it, as well as her panties off. Miranda appreciated the view as Mari also liked to keep herself hairless.

Sliding up, Mari began to kiss Miranda passionately as her knee slid into the vagina of Miranda. In response, Miranda returned the kiss, offering her tongue and raising her own leg to rub against Mari's folds. As they continued to kiss they tribbed each other in pronounced motions. Occasionally, the girls had to part in order to properly moan their appreciation or simply get their breath back. For someone with little experience, Mari was realizing she was actually quite good at this, and was enjoying it even more than she thought she would.

With Mari's stocking getting soaked in the fluids of Miranda, the Asian girl managed to push it down past her knee so she could properly feel Mari's skin against her folds. Mari kept the motion going eventually stopping her kissing to attack a sensitive part of Miranda's neck. The effect was immediate as Miranda almost cried out loudly.

"Right there!" she managed, and Mari responded with gentle bites and licks against the skin. Miranda was going insane from it, she couldn't believe Mari found that spot as if she always knew it was there. "Harder!" Mari bit down and Miranda cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure at the feeling.

Seconds later, Miranda hit the point of no return and cried out, feeling her fluids pulsing out of her body to travel down Mari's leg. The British girl stopped biting and kissed her hard as she was coming down from the orgasm. Miranda felt Mari's body heat and it soothed over her nerves as some fired uncontrollably at the continued touch against her sensitive labia.

"Who knew a little bookworm like you could be such a loud sex kitten," Mari jeered playfully. Miranda gave a short laugh as she tried to get herself under control.

"Your turn," she replied and somehow found the strength to flip Mari on her back. Mari chuckled then moaned as the girl attacked her breast with skill and precision. A hand was felt at the skin above her throbbing pussy, and Mari obediently spread her legs for the girl. Only two fingers slid down the slit with one entering the wet entrance, but the way she moved made he feel as if Miranda was touching part of her soul in the processes. She gasped aloud, thrusting her chest upwards. Miranda responded by sucking on her breast harder like a starving baby. The suction set off every nerve there causing the heat in Mari's body to feel as if it doubled immediately.

Miranda took a moment to kiss Mari passionately as her fingers somehow slid deeper into the girl. Mari moaned into her mouth, bucking her hips at the same time. She couldn't stop her body anymore, her hips gyrating into Miranda's hand, her right hand holding the back of the girl's head, and the left holding her ass. Despite already having experienced a strong orgasm, Miranda continued to rub her body against Mari's as she worked both feeling more pleasure from the touch and greatly heightening Mari's.

Mari tried to move again and Miranda took a new stance, her hand at the middle of Mari's chest, thumb in her cleavage. She kneeled up holding the British girl down as her two finger slid even deeper into her. Mari cried out as something inside her was brushed, something so sensitive, it caused her clit to throb in time with her heartbeat. The thumb of that hand pushed down on her clit and the fingers did a swirling motion Mari couldn't believe was possible. Suddenly her body went rigid as the most powerful orgasm in her memory rocked her body. She cried out in joy as her body gushed with pleasure, it was a high she never felt in her life.

Mari breathed out hard as she finally came down. Miranda removed her hand from Mari's apex as she settled over the girl, laying her head upon her ample chest. In response, Mari possessively wrapped her left arm around the girl and used her right to pull the covers up. Though the lights in the room where still on, with the curtains drawn around the bed, little in the way of actual light entered to disturb them. She never remembered when the curtains were drawn.

"That was incredible!" Mari managed. "You learn that at Yorkshire?"

"Nope," Miranda replied softly. "Here, with another of the girls."

Mari chuckled. "I never expected a cult dedicated to our dark lord to be so… sensual."

"Well, we are a fertility cult," Miranda replied. "Certainly you figured that out, what with the lack of clothing, gratuitous sex, and opulence."

Mari nodded. "Not what I was expecting. Rather fun though."

"Oh, it only gets better," Miranda noted. "Make sure you drink the wine though, it has contraceptive properties, so you won't get pregnant."

Mari smirked. "A little odd for a fertility cult to be loose with the contraceptives," she noted. "Almost seems like it would defeat the purpose."

"Well, we girls are supposed to keep our wombs pristine. We are meant for something greater than normal childbirth after all."

Inside, Mari felt a little horrified at the idea. She didn't know what Miranda was talking about, but it hinted at something darker than even she was prepared to hear. Still, her training kicked in and rather than express horror at the unknown, she expressed piqued curiosity instead.

"Oh?" Mari replied. "Are we part of some kind of controlled breeding program?"

Miranda chuckled darkly. "Not quite. We're not meant to bare mortal children. We're meant to be the concubines for Lord Dracula himself. We have the distinguished honor of bringing into the world, a new master race. The Vampiric children of Vlad Dracul himself! Once he returns, he will assert his dominance over the entire world, and his children will become the new ruling class. We will have the honor of everlasting life, as the mothers of his children."

It finally made sense to Mari. All the sex was meant to get the girls ready for what was to come, to be the personal harem of Dracula. Mari should have been revolted at the very prospect of this. Instead, part of her saw the odd romanticism behind it; for these girls, who devoted all their energy to becoming the servants of their personal god, to serve such a role was the very definition of devotion to him. And if they were to be become his wives, then it was likely they would all be turned by him after his resurrection, or perhaps even by Carmilla before the resurrection happened.

"I can't believe I was so lucky to find myself here," Mari whispered. Part of her was still in revulsion of the idea, but the dark side of her being, the one that liked the blood and violence, had very different ideas.

"Luck had nothing to do with it," Miranda stated. "You were meant for this. I've never lain with someone so good and full of passion before. I'm a little jealous to be honest. I only hope he doesn't favor you too much."

"I'm sure Lord Dracula would make time for you as well," Mari assured her.

"Oh, I'm not talking about that. I'm afraid I'll never get time with you again!"

Mari chuckled as Miranda pushed up and started kissing her chest. Miranda was going to be entertaining her for the entire evening it seemed…

"This… this is nuts!"

Mari noted the Sub-Commander's room was a bit more tidy today, but still a bit of a wreck. The British girl had just reported her findings on the cult so far, and Misato was expressing her thoughts on the matter in about the way Mari figured she would… without beating around the bush.

"That was what I got out of it as well," Mari replied. "It seems the men in the cult are literally just there as practice. The females are the principal members, and their entire purpose is as I outlined."

"The demon's concubines," Misato noted. "Outrageous!"

"It speaks of a much larger plan," Mari noted. "Miranda pretty much laid it out for me. The cults are following a very strict set of instructions that may, or may not have been laid down by Dracula himself. At the proper time, either by Dracula or perhaps by other vampire subordinates like Carmilla, the girls will be turned into vampires. They would then be required to submit to their new Lord in whatever capacity he desires. All of them are pretty eager to do so it seems. The way Miranda talked about, she even started getting me excited at the prospect… well, my 'character' at least."

"I certainly hope you're not buying into this."

"Of course not," Mari replied. "Still, the vampiric children of Dracula and his concubines, assuming such a thing is even possible with two undead creatures, would effectively be the most pureblooded vampires ever to exist. Such creatures may have similar power to the Dark Lord himself. If this is true, perhaps Dracula doesn't plan to take the world by storm, but in shadow. The world would be subjugated before it even realized it lost its power to rule itself."

Misato considered her words carefully. "In that case you need to go back, stay with the cult, and find out what other organizations and individuals are connected to this. If these monsters truly wish to take the world from the shadows, we need to know the details on how they plan to go about it, and stop them."

"Easy enough," Mari commented. "As it happens, Miranda told me to make sure I wasn't late tonight. I'm to be involved in some of their more… interesting rituals. Also, Carmilla herself was asking for me. It seems I made quite the impression."

"Be careful, Mari. You're going in deeper than I expected you to."

Mari frowned and stood up. "Not much choice. The only place I can get that kind of information, is at the top. I'll face the consequences of that like I face everything else… head-on."

Hours later, Mari was welcomed back in by the members of the cult with warmth and given white robes of light cloth to wear. Mari wore nothing under them as it was expected, and they apparently took this as a sign she was ready for the ritual.

Mari couldn't remember how things progressed as they did, but she felt the hands on her body and let them roam. Sex was quickly becoming a huge part of her life, and in this cult is was expected of her. So she went along with it, even got excited at the prospect of being "chosen by the Queen", though she didn't have any idea what that even meant.

As the dancing seemed to intensify around her, she drank more of the wine as was expected of her. It didn't happen all at once, but soon she began to realize it was having strange effects on her body. Her body was becoming hypersensitive, with the shifting cloth across her body creating heavenly feelings in her. She suddenly understood why everyone was dancing so much.

Mari was led to a table, she saw Carmilla herself there, and as radiant as ever. The woman spoke, but what she said was lost in Mari's ears as the wine was making her quite intoxicated. Mari knew she could hold her alcohol and so realized she had been drugged, the wine laced with something that could be derivative of a high quality version of Ecstasy. Every little touch from the other cultists felt like magic across her skin, and she wanted to be touched more, it was quickly become a compulsion. Her robe was removed from her by a cultist, but she was unabashed. Her face flush with a mixture of intoxication and arousal. She moved to the strange music behind her and her body felt very warm, like it was radiating heat. A thin line of her fluids had formed trailing down her inner thigh, and a hand had traced the path up to its source.

Sounds seemed to become more distant as she was made to kneel upon the table. Her body continued to move though slower now. She felt the hands roaming down her stomach, between her legs, taking her arms gently and holding them out. In her delirum she had no idea what was happening, or what was coming.

Carmilla held a curved ritual dagger in her hands, and Mari, in her intoxication felt no fear at its sight. The blade caressed her skin, at first she felt the blade parting her skin but it suddenly felt like a finger tracing her most sensitive areas. As the warm blood ran Mari was in ecstasy. Despite not being vampires themselves, other cultists were cutting her as well, drinking her blood just as Carmilla was.

The vampire's dress slid free, her lips caressed the split skin on Mari's upper chest. Mari tried to touch her, but was being held back as the cultists continued to injure her with blades. A finger shoved into a widening wound caused her to cry out in the hardest orgasm she ever experienced in her life. It was as if all pain was transformed into joy. She could hear chanting in Latin, but couldn't tell what was being said as she didn't have the clarity of mind to succeed at such.

Her body was pulled back as she was still kneeling, and Carmilla latched onto her left breast, biting down with her fangs fully extended. Mari was crying tears of joy as her body was being abused in such a horrid manner. The table was stained, the cultists feeding on her were covered in her blood, more on them than actually consumed. Whispering filled her ear from a male cultist…

"And he shall be called by blood…"

Hands traced her body, fingers at her apex, blood trailed from numerous wounds, the table itself collected her blood and it ran to holes in its surface. Carmilla left her breast to lean closer. Mari cried out in joy as she felt the woman's fangs pierce her neck, her arms finally released by the cultists to find their way around the woman's body.

"And he shall be called by pain…"

The pain from the bite only sent her tumbling over the edge. Her body gushed with blood and nectar as she experienced spasms in the arms of Carmilla. A final joyful gasp escaped her as she finally began to black out from blood loss.

Hours later Mari woke up still very weak. The wine had finally worn off, but there were no signs of the injuries she had before. Still she felt on the verge of death. Sounds seemed so far away, and the room was so cold, but she hadn't even the strength to shiver.

"You are so beautiful," Mari heard the voice of Carmilla say. Her eyes slowly gazed in the direction, seeing the radiant and beautiful woman leaning over her, still naked as she was during the ritual. It was then that Mari realized she was in a bed, the curtains were almost fully drawn shut but there was still enough light to see. Several candles flickered somewhere beyond the curtains, but the light was dim… almost fading.

"Thank you… mistress." It was all Mari could say. She couldn't be sure if she was still trying to fit her part or if the torture she knew happened to her had someone broken her mind. But even if this was some form of Stockholm Syndrome, she knew without a doubt that she must have been drained nearly dry, definitely beyond the point of being able to recover on her own. Mari could only hope that Carmilla was going to nurse her back to health.

"Don't thank me yet, young one." Carmilla gently picked her up, cradling the girl softly. "We've only just begun, you and I." The woman used an finger nail to slit her own chest about half way between her nipple and collar bone and held Mari to the cut.

The moment the blood touched her mouth, she could feel the life coming back to her. If her mind knew what was going to happen next, it would have recoiled in horror and allowed her body to die. Instead instinct took over and she began to drink, gently clinging to Carmilla and curling herself up into the woman's embrace even more. Carmilla's head tilted back and she breathed out a content sigh. Outside the bed, her closest female servants quietly shut the curtains …

Even though I know, I suppose I'll show

All my cool and cold, like old Job

Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage

Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage

Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved

Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage

"I know I shouldn't have done that to Shinji, but I couldn't control myself. It seems I'm in trouble now. He has a roommate, and that roommate isn't happy with me… not at all…"

Next Chapter: Repercussions