Scarlet Hunger: Part 01 - Lilith Curse

NOTE: THIS PART 1 OF A 10 PART SERIES. THERE is very less sexual content and more sensual content. thanks reading. Please give your feedback in comment. xoxo.

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Ezra sat in his room, staring blankly at the wall. He couldn't believe that Emma, his hot and attractive girlfriend, had broken up with him. He had thought they were happy together, but apparently, she had other plans. He had been looking forward to this party all week, but now the thought of it just made him feel even more miserable.

Ezra stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie nervously. Last week he was living the moments of his life, and today, He had just broken up with his girlfriend Emma and was feeling insecure about going to the party with his sister.

His sister , knocked on his door. "Ezra, come on. You're going to this party with me, whether you like it or not," she said, opening the door.

Ezra sighed. He knew his sister meant well, but the thought of putting on a brave face and pretending to be happy at the party was the last thing he wanted to do. But, he knew that if he didn't go, she would just keep nagging him until he gave in.

As he made his way to the living room, his sister, Emily, greeted him with a smile. "You look great, Ezra," she said. "Are you ready to have some fun tonight?"

Ezra forced a smile and nodded. "Yeah, I'm ready," he said, trying to push thoughts of Emma out of his mind.

They piled into her car and started to drive to the party. Ezra stared out the window as they passed by familiar streets and buildings, lost in his own thoughts. He couldn't help but think about Emma and how much he missed her. He didn't know if he would ever be able to move on.

As they pulled up to the house where the party was being held, Ezra's sister turned to him with a determined look on her face. "Come on, Ezra. Let's show Emma what she's missing," she said, giving him a smile.

Ezra tried to put on a brave face, but he knew deep down that this was going to be a long night.

Ezra forced a smile and nodded. "Yeah, I'm ready," he said, trying to push thoughts of Emma out of his mind.

As they arrived at the party, Ezra's insecurity only grew. Everywhere he looked, there were couples, laughing and having a good time. He couldn't help but feel like the odd one out.

His sister, sensing his discomfort, put a comforting arm around him. "Come on, let's grab a drink and mingle," she said.

Ezra took a deep breath and followed her to the bar. As they made their way through the crowd, he couldn't help but notice the curious glances he was getting from some of the partygoers. He knew they were probably wondering why he wasn't with Emma.

Just as he was about to lose himself in a spiral of self-doubt, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see an old friend from college, Alex.

"Ezzz! I haven't seen you in ages," Alex exclaimed, giving him a bear hug. "How've you been?"

Ezra smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. "I've been good, thanks," he said. "How about you?"

Ezra felt a great sense of joy and happiness, he felt a little less alone. He started talking to Alex, soon he was down to drinking beer and playing pong with him.

The party was a blast, and by the end of the night, Ezra felt more confident and secure than ever. But just as he was starting to relax, he saw Emma walk in the door. His heart sank as he saw her walk in with a tall, handsome black guy. He couldn't believe it. Emma had moved on so quickly and with someone who seemed so perfect. Ezra felt a wave of insecurity wash over him. He excused himself and headed to the kitchen, needing a moment alone to process his feelings.

He leaned against the counter, trying to steady his breathing. He couldn't believe this was happening. He had thought Emma was the one for him, and now she was here with someone else, someone who seemed to be everything he wasn't. He didn't know how he was going to be able to face her and the guy she was with. He wished he could just disappear.

Tears began to fall from Ezra's eyes as he silently cried in the empty kitchen. He couldn't believe he was acting like a teenager, he was 23 for goodness sake. He didn't know how much longer he could take this feeling of heartbreak and insecurity.

Suddenly, a girl came running into the kitchen. She didn't even look at him as she bent over the sink and started vomiting. After a few moments, she stood up and turned to him. She looked at him with a sad smile and asked "You got dumped too?"

Ezra hesitated before nodding, not sure if he wanted to talk about it with a stranger. The girl was wearing a washed up denim skirt and a black top, and had tattoos all over her body. She sat down next to him and said "Me too".

Ezra felt a wave of relief wash over him. He finally had someone to talk to who understood what he was going through. He turned to her and they started to talk, sharing their stories of heartbreak and moving on. It was a strange comfort, but Ezra felt like he wasn't alone in his pain anymore. He didn't know what the future held, but for now, he was grateful for the company of this stranger who understood him.

The girl introduced herself as Hailey and they started talking, sharing their stories of heartbreak and moving on. As they talked, Ezra found comfort in her presence, finally having someone to talk to who understood what he was going through. They spoke in detail about each other's lives and experiences, and Ezra found that he was opening up to her in a way he hadn't since Emma.

But as they continued to talk, Ezra suddenly felt like he was about to pass out. His body felt like it was vibrating, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong. He looked at Hailey with a sense of panic in his eyes, not sure what was happening to him. Hailey noticed the change in Ezra's demeanor and immediately asked him if he was okay. She helped him to a seat and gave him water, Ezra was grateful for her help and support. He didn't know what was happening to him, but he knew he needed to take care of himself. As he sat there, sipping water and trying to steady his breathing, Ezra realized that Hailey's presence was a strange comfort, but he was grateful for it nonetheless. Soon his vision faded and all he could feel was her hands and her screaming for help. But then everything became calm.

I awoke to a sharp pain in my spine and as my eyes adjusted to the light, I found myself in a stark white room. It was familiar, yet I couldn't quite place it. As I looked around, I noticed that the room was small, with only a bed and no window. I was confused and disoriented, unsure of how I got there. Suddenly, it hit me, this was my own house.

"Don't move, you might hurt yourself!" came a familiar voice. It was my Uncle Jones, my mother's brother, sitting next to me on a table facing me. He was busy writing something on a paper while I was lying on the bed, feeling exposed as I realized I was completely naked. A shiver ran through my body as I instinctively moved my hands to cover myself.

"What's happening to me Uncle?" I asked in a panicked voice, "Why am I here? What's happening to me?" I was filled with confusion and fear, not understanding the situation that I was in.

"Mm relax." My uncle made a noise stopping my hands. He examined me head to toe, his gaze lingering on my nudity. I felt uncomfortable being exposed in front of him, alone in this room. But I tried to remind myself that I was a patient and this was a medical setting. It was necessary for my uncle, a doctor, to assess my condition and ensure my well-being, even if it made me feel uneasy. My uncle's professional demeanor helped me to relax and trust in his medical expertise.

"He's awake, totally conscious!" Uncle Jones shouted, looking towards the door. I attempted to sit up to see who had entered the room, but he gave me a stern glare, reminding me to lay back and relax. As I gritted my teeth, cursing him in my head, my mom and sister came into the room, both of them were crying and they immediately started hugging me and kissing my forehead. I couldn't move, feeling very awkward being kissed by my mom and my sister at the age of 23.

I looked towards Uncle Jones for permission to move, and he gave me a nod. Carefully, I sat up, my body feeling weak and fragile. My hands moved around my mother and sister, who were still embracing me, as I tried to offer them comfort. I could feel a weight on my head and realized that my hair had grown long, I must have been unconscious for almost a year. The weight of my hair was bothering me, so my sister Emily, gently moved it behind my ears. My bones felt like wood, hollow and weak, my body fatigued and tired. The thought of getting a haircut crossed my mind, as it would be something to focus on other than my current state.

As my mother and sister stood up, standing near the bed looking at me with tears in their eyes, I started talking. My voice was weak and filled with confusion and concern. "Mom, Emily, what's going on? How did i end up here? Why am I naked?" I couldn't comprehend the situation I was in, I felt vulnerable and exposed. The uncertainty and fear of not knowing what had happened to me was overwhelming. I could see the pain and sadness in my loved one's eyes, and it only added to my confusion and distress. I needed answers, and I needed them now.

I moved my body sideways to pull the bedsheets and keep them over me, I saw my crotch and noticed a penis! it was loose and slightly red! It felt like I had a strong erection but, the wounded penis looked so weak and small. I looked at Uncle Jones with a scared expression on my face. "What the hell is wrong with my cock?" I yelled! I was filled with fear and confusion, not understanding what was happening to me.

All Uncle Jones did in response to my question was stand there writing something on his notepad, and then he walked away without saying a word. I looked at my mother and sister, who were now looking at each other as if they were hiding something. The realization that something was very wrong hit me hard and I crumbled into tears, feeling overwhelmed by the fear and uncertainty. My mother and sister tried to comfort me but the silence from Uncle Jones, the person who was supposed to know what was happening to me, was deafening. He left the room and I couldn't help but feel abandoned and alone in that moment.

Finally, my mom spoke, "Son, there's something you need to know. Your dad didn't die in an accident." There was a pause between her words, mixed with sobbing and tears. I moved my hands and asked her to continue. "The reason your dad died, was because he turned." I was confused, I didn't understand what she meant by turned. I looked at Emily who was equally emotional as my mom. "Ezra, your dad was a part of the Argent Group. He was a vampire hunter!" she said, her voice trembling with emotion. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, my father was a vampire hunter? Vampires are real? This revelation was overwhelming and shocking, I felt like my whole world had been turned upside down.

"They are real? What are you saying? Is this a joke?" My sister continued, her emotions running high. "He attacked and killed many vampires, but one day he killed a succubus and she cursed him with the Lilith curse." She explained carefully constructing her words. I could see the pain and sadness in her eyes as she told me this story. The information was hard to process, my father was a vampire hunter and he had been cursed by a succubus. My mind was racing with questions, what is Lilith curse? How did this curse affected my father? I felt a mix of emotions, sorrow, anger, and confusion. I realized that there is a whole different world I am unaware of and my father was a part of it.

My mother continued, "The Lilith curse is a curse where the murderer of the succubus, and the son and grandson of the murderer, will be cursed to become half succubus. Meaning, they will be transformed into women." I felt my jaw drop in shock, as the reality of the curse hit me. My father had been a vampire hunter and had killed a succubus, leading to the curse being passed down to me. I was in shock and couldn't believe what I was hearing. My whole life was about to change and I couldn't imagine what my future would be like. I felt a mix of emotions, confusion, anger and sadness. The thought of being transformed into a woman was overwhelming and I couldn't even begin to process the implications of it.

My mother continued, "I found your grandfather's diary, he had wished for your father to lead a normal life, but the curse made it impossible for him to do so. He became susceptible to the darker aspects of hunting supernatural creatures. Despite this, your father had managed to maintain a semblance of normality throughout his life, but on the day of his passing, he experienced a seizure and his body could no longer handle the curse. The physician declared him deceased." The news was heartbreaking, my father's life had been cut short because of a curse he had no control over. The thought of his struggles and the ultimate price he had to pay was devastating. I felt a mix of sadness, anger, and frustration at the unfairness of it all. But also felt ashamed of his acts of killing.

My mother spoke, "You turned into a girl, however, your transformation was not completed. Your body stopped working and your heart stopped. We took you to the hospital and they declared you dead. I only had one option left, to try your grandpa's tip. I asked Uncle Jones to bring your body here in this room and administer the succubus blood into your veins. Your heart started beating in an hour, but it took you four months to wake up." The information was hard to process, I had been declared dead and brought back to life through some sort of alternative medicine? Blood of succubus? What is this family? I felt weird.

The realization that my world had been turned upside down hit me hard. I had been dead for hours and now I found myself in a state of being neither man nor woman. The weight of this revelation was overwhelming and tears streamed down my face as I lay on my pillow. My mother, sensing my distress, helped me to sit up and looked at me with a sense of understanding.

"Listen my son, there is still hope for you to break free from this condition," she said, her voice soft and comforting.

I looked at her with a sense of hope, my eyes still filled with tears. "Though you have lost old self, you are still in the midst of this transformation, which means you have the ability to choose your own path, your own identity, you can still complete the transformation and...Become a woman" she continued.

Her words gave me a glimmer of hope, a sense of empowerment, in the face of this uncertain and terrifying situation. I felt a range of emotions, from fear and uncertainty to the possibility of hope and self-discovery.

The thought of being transformed into a woman was overwhelming and I couldn't even begin to process the implications of it. I couldn't deal with the physical changes that were happening to my body, my chest felt strange and unfamiliar. The presence of two lumps of flesh on my chest made me feel uncomfortable and uncertain about my new body. It was a lot to take in and I struggled to come to terms with it.

"From a medical standpoint, you are considered deceased by others. In fact, a ceremony was held in your honor at school to mourn your passing. You are, in essence, dead, my son. But this presents an opportunity for you to start anew, to change. And to do that, it's important to explore and embrace your new body, including stimulating your genitals." My mother's words were harsh and jarring, the reality of my death and the fact that I had to start a new life was overwhelming. Her suggestion of exploring and stimulating my genitals to speed up the transformation was uncomfortable, but I knew that I needed to come to terms with my new body and identity.

His hands went to his crotch, his barely present penis was very sensitive to touch but he took a deep breath and grabbed it. He instanly felt a hard sensation, he started pumping his small clitty. His other hand, without his knowledge went to his chest, touching his new mound. He couldn't believe what he was doing, but he had a sensation of a full on boner. He closed his eyes as he felt his biggest orgasm ever built up, a small sensation of pain touched the back of his testicles, but it too late to stop now. With a small groan, he ejaculated a small amount of white semen. He looked the cum on his hand, and his vision started getting hazy, he could feel his body changing, his cock was going inside of him? He went unconscious again.

Ezra woke up to a strange sensation, her body felt different. She reached for the blanket to cover herself and noticed her hands were more delicate and feminine. As she looked around the room, she saw long red hair in front of her eyes. Her room was empty, but she called out for her mother anyway. To her surprise, her voice had also changed. Her mother and sister soon entered the room, and she noticed their expressions of shock and confusion. They helped her stand and walk, guiding her to her former bedroom. As she struggled to walk, she felt a heavy bosom, which she realized were her new breasts.

She was overwhelmed by the changes in her body and struggled to come to terms with it. Despite her difficulty in walking and her new body, she was able to regain control with the help of her mother and sister. They helped her adjust to her new form, but the reality of the situation hit her harder, she knew it would be difficult to accept and adapt to her new body and the changes that came with it. She couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty and fear of the future.

Ezra, with the help of her mother and sister, made her way to the bathroom. They helped her adjust to her new body and provided her with the assistance she needed to clean herself. They meticulously shaved off any unwanted body hair, taking care not to cause any irritation or discomfort. They also helped her with her personal hygiene, helping her to clean her private parts and the other parts that were hard for her to reach. They gently applied lotion to her entire body, making sure that every inch of her skin was moisturized. Throughout the process, they were patient and attentive to her needs, providing her with a sense of security and comfort. Ezra couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude towards them for their unwavering support during such a difficult time. Their help was invaluable to her as she navigated her new body and the changes that came with it.

Ezra's mother and sister helped her to get dressed. They provided her with a comfortable black and white striped pyjama set that was likely her sister's, which included a top and pants. Along with it, they gave her a pair of white granny pantie that matched the top. They helped her put on the clothes, adjusting the sleeves and pants legs to fit her new body. They made sure that everything was sitting comfortably and that she was able to move freely. Once she was fully dressed, they all walked to the dinner table.

Ezra, who had not eaten anything in a long time, was famished. She was presented with a steaming bowl of chicken soup, and as she ate, tears of joy fell from her eyes. The warm and comforting soup brought her a sense of relief and gratitude. She looked at her mother and sister, who were also emotional, and said "I love you both" to them. They hugged each other tightly, sharing a moment of warmth and love, it was a moment of bonding and support for Ezra as she was going through a hard time.

Ezra found herself in a difficult situation as her mother insisted that she sleep in her bed. However, her sister was also making a request, she cried and begged for Ezra to sleep in the adjacent bed. Ezra felt torn between the two, on one hand, she wanted to be close to her mother and have her comfort and support, but on the other hand, she didn't want to cause any discomfort or awkwardness between them. She also remembered that before her gender transition she was sharing the room with her sister, and it would be comforting for her to have the same setup. After much consideration, Ezra decided to sleep with her sister. The bond between the sisters was strong, and Ezra felt that she could rely on her sister for support and comfort. She was aware that this was a difficult time for her family, and she didn't want to add any more stress to the situation. In the end, she felt that sleeping with her sister was the best decision for everyone involved. Her mother accepted her descision. And soon both of the sisters were in their beds.