Vampire Omicron: Chapter 4 – The Dorm Room (slightly censored version)

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New strain of COVID, villain is now a disgusting vampire. Each chapter is like a stealth mission, with lots of slow build-up and pervy creeping around. With each suck-sex-full mission, he adds abducted victims to his harem of vampires. Then occasional chapters show his sexual ‘family’ lifestyle with his mind-controlled free-use slaves. Then right back to another depraved stealth mission.

In this one, He sniffs and creeps around a college dorm while two girls sleep. Then forces, kills, and feeds on them. Slow build-up, lots of pervy creeping around, exploring girls while they sleep, pretty extreme threesome NC.



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.

KINKS / WARNINGS

-Death / Blood / Murder (I mean it’s a vampire, I’m going for it)

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

-Slow start, builds to brutal ending

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

-NC / Sadism / Violence

(remember he’s a villain and this is horror!)





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Chapter 4 – The Dorm Room

Over the past couple weeks, I’ve learned a lot about my new powers. My new weaknesses too. It’s all strange. Silver, the sun, blood. I don’t understand any of it, can’t begin to wrap my head around it all. But for some reason, it all feels right. It’s how I’m meant to be. A demented creature, stalking the night in search of flesh. I lust for innocent females. And maybe I always have, even when I was a pathetic human. The image of their soft tender bodies writhing and struggling, it never leaves my mind.

The difference now is that I can take those females. I have power. I grow stronger each time I feed. Even now, a few hours after feasting on the girl down in the lobby, I feel different. Better. A tingling surge through my veins.

I sit alone in the computer lab on the third floor. The last person left a while ago. I wait for the night to reach it’s quietest time. I sit staring at my hands, flexing, feeling the new sensations. I don’t know what’s happening, but I feel something changing around me. I make a fist, chasing the feeling, letting it happen.

The room seems to get darker. The lights flickering and dimming ever so slightly. I see perfectly fine even in pitch black, but I can tell. I’m affecting my surroundings somehow. I walk over to the window at the far end of the room. Fog. And thick clouds overhead. It can’t be me doing that, can it?

I glance at a computer screen nearby for the time. It’s late. I should go see how quiet the halls have gotten. I’d like to avoid witnesses. And if the girls are sleeping in their room, I’ll have no issues at all. I grab my backpack and adjust my hood and COVID mask. Luckily both are perfectly normal around here. I duck my face away from a camera I noticed and step out into the hall.

Silence. Maybe a TV playing softly from one room is all. I walk the hallway like a shadow. Almost every door is closed. I look in as I pass one of the only open ones. A chubby girl looks up from her laptop as I pass. I wave, and she nervously waves back. She has no idea how close to danger she is. No idea what the guy she waved to has done tonight. What he’s about to do right down the hall from her.

I glance at room numbers. 316… 317… There it is ahead. 319. My cock twitches in my pants. Excitement and anxiety pumps through me, old human habits that I don’t mind holding onto. Their door is shut, the light is off. Completely dark within. Not even a glow of some device, as far as my enhanced eyes can tell. The door across from them. Closed and dark too. Perfect.

I grab the lockout key from my pocket. Glancing both ways down the hall, I stop and listen at the door carefully. Silence within.

The light of the hallway is pretty bright. I try out my new-found skill, focusing hard, straining. The lights dim slightly. It’s not much, but it’ll help.

I slowly insert the key and turn, cracking the door open. I pause and listen. Still nothing. So I swiftly open the door and slip inside the dark room. The dim light of the hallway lights up the room a bit, but it’s brief and neither of the girls inside wake.

I close and lock the door behind me silently. I stop straining and see the light of the hallway brighten again from the crack under the door.

Inside, the room is calm darkness. Soft, slow breathing. One of the girls rolls over, still fast asleep, only slightly disturbed by the brief light. The smell in their room is so pleasant. Flowery and girly. I breathe in, the smell of soap and shampoo. One of them took a shower since I’ve seen them last.

A monster stands in their room as they sleep. I take my time looking around, enjoying the moment. It’s like stepping down into a pool, I get myself accustomed to the space I just penetrated. My eyes see every detail, even in the dark. A small closet on either side of me near the doorway. A step further in, desks with simple cushioned chairs flank me on both sides. Then ahead, a small walkway leads to the window, with two twin-sized beds mirroring each other on either side.

And there they sleep. Eva and… whatever the annoying one’s called. Gabby or something. They lay peacefully beneath their blankets, all snuggled up.

I walk around, exploring. Posters on the walls, some gross female rapper on the left side. Pictures on the left desk. Gabby and her boyfriend. Gabby and her friends. Gabby on some expensive vacation. The other side is simpler. A laptop with some stickers on it. Nerdy stuff. Video game posters. A metal band t-shirt hanging on Eva’s chair.

I pick up the shirt and hold it to my face, breathing deeply. Her scent is subtle. Girly and sweet. Fruit. Almost earthy. In a good way, fresh and natural. Like a tea shop. My dick swells slightly in my pants.

I set it down and glance around the room. A hamper on Gabby’s side. I creep over and dig through it quietly. On top is the blue t-shirt she was wearing when I saw her earlier. I hold it up and inhale. It’s strong with some sort of tropical coconut smell. Why do girls try to smell like food? It just makes me want to sink my teeth into them.

Below that are the little gray booty shorts she was wearing too. ‘PINK’ printed on the butt. But I drop them when I spot panties. Dark blue, a standard sort of full coverage style, frilly lacy edges. God, they’re still warm. I look inside. The crotch is clean, but they’ve clearly been worn all day. I hold them up and sniff. Ok, this Gabby chick is alright when she’s not talking. My cock gets stiff at her scent. A womanly musk. Slightly sour. I lick and suck where her pussy was, tasting a hint of her juices.

I walk over to where Gabby sleeps. She’s curled up on her side, only her head above the covers, facing the aisle where I stand. I crouch down close to her face and inhale her panties while watching her sleep. Her scent so much better when I can see her. The perversion of doing this right in front of her makes me giddy with arousal.

I watch her breathe, her sweet little face. Her excessive makeup wiped off. She actually looks a little better like this. Her cheeks look so soft, slightly pudgy. Her brown and blue hair is damp, and the shampoo smell in the room is coming from her.

I silently strip naked and stand stroking my cock inches from her sweet sleeping face as I breathe her dirty underwear. My dick is still a bit slick from the juices of the desk girl downstairs, still filthy from her. The smell of it mixes with the pure girly scents in the room.

I walk over to Eva’s side, searching for anything similar, any dirty laundry. Appetizers. I notice her pink tank top laying on the floor. Her lacy white shorts nearby. She isn’t the tidiest girl, just tosses her clothes wherever. I pick up her black bra from the foot of her bed. I press it to my face. There’s not much of a smell, but it’s nice. More of her fruity, earthy scent. But no panties.

I move close to her. She lays on her side, but facing the wall. Her dirty-blonde hair is dry. Didn’t shower like her roommate. Prefers mornings probably. She might still be wearing the same panties. There’s only one way to find out. A fun little treasure hunt.

The beds are raised up a bit, with drawers underneath. It makes them a nice height, I don’t have to crouch down. I lift the blankets that drape over the side of Eva’s bed, just enough to start exploring. I duck my head under.

It’s hot and stuffy under her thick comforter. The sheets slide across my skin as I carefully intrude. My hands lifting the blankets only inches at a time as I swim my arms and face forward closer to her little body.

The scent under her covers is so inviting. Just more of her subtle earthiness. So unique to her. My cock flexes, pushing painfully against the wooden bed frame.

With most of my upper body snaking its way into her bed, I finally reach her. A smooth leg, bare foot. Her legs have a nice tan, slight tan-lines of sandal straps on the tops of her feet. Without touching her, I get as close as I can, breathing the air under the covers, taking her in. I want to pounce, take her right now. But I force myself to savor this.

I inch my way higher up her body, her soft thighs. Her tan cuts off halfway up, her upper thighs are a creamy white. I almost reach out and bite, I can hardly contain myself. She lays in a sort of fetal position, her butt bent right toward me, and finally, lifting the sheets a bit, there it is, inches from my face. Black and gray striped panties, a soft, delicate cotton, forming tightly to her ass. Damn, her cheeks fill them so nicely. She’s packing for her petite frame. They’re a sort of boy-short style panties. Coming down to cover just an inch or two of the upper thigh. Probably because she has a roommate. Modest enough, but with a sense of fashion. Sexiness just comes so naturally to her. She doesn’t even seem to try very hard. God, I can’t get enough of this girl.