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Dasabella Gonzaga was bored. Horrifically bored. So bored that she was fantasising about walking into direct sunlight.
Her thralls no longer excited her. Her club no longer excited her. Her unlife no longer excited her.
The dance floor below her was dominated by a heaving mass of sweaty blood bags, grinding up against each other, whilst a cocktail of booze and drugs roared through their systems.
Dasabella took a nonchalant swig from her chalice, indifferent to the blood that sloshed down her throat.
On a good night, blood held the flavour of wild berries, each emotion bringing some new and exciting notes to the concoction of rich delights. This was not a good night. This blood tasted like lukewarm beer.
“Revolting.” she sneered, scrunching up her nose with disgust.
Just as Dasabella was about to rise from her chaise lounge and return to her coffin, she felt a jolt of electricity crackling in the air.
That hot, blistering wave of energy that had become near-extinct in the modern nights.
The warm glow of true faith.
A sharp, blade-like smirk pulled at Dasabella’s plump lips.
Centuries of unlife may have sapped much of the colour from the world, but Dasabella Gonzaga didn’t think she would ever grow tired of twisting holy devotion into hungry depravity.
Maya Konenos had wanted an escape from her studies and her constant reminders of faith and purity. Not that she wasn't pure, or that she didn't want to be, just that... she needed to live a little, to explore college life and see the city.
Feeling out of place, and most certainly being out of sorts in a tight leather skirt and tube top, she sat awkwardly at the bar, "Just a Shirley Temple, please. No alcohol." She said meekly as she sat there, trying to blend in. That was easy, but for the golden cross necklace around her neck that wasn't *entirely* out of sorts, but the way she fiddled with it certainly was.
Maya scanned the crowd, looking for someone friendly to perhaps mingle with, her naivety and optimism being her undoing...and perhaps redoing.
The unholy might of a vampire was without equal. One moment Dasabella was high up on her perch, the next she was mere inches behind Maya.
She had not teleported, simply willed the ancient and terrible power that slumbered in her blood to grant her swiftness that defied human comprehension.
Dasabella had made her way down the stairs, through the swarm of humans, across the dance floor, and up to the bar in an eye-blink.
“But alcohol is all the fun,” Dasabella purred, placing one hand on the soft of Maya’s back, without waiting for invitation, “You look lost, little lamb. What is a precious thing like you doing in my den of depravity?”
The aura of pure, unadulterated faith was indisputably coming from Maya.
Her goodness was so radiant that it physically pained Dasabella to touch her.
The vampire didn’t care. After an eternity of boredom, it felt good to hurt.
The young girl nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden intruder on her solitary adventure.
"Oh! Oh, y-you own this club?" She didn't protest when the sudden guest had suggested alcohol, and her drink was served with a splash of vodka.
"I guess a little alcohol couldn't hurt..." She said, unaware of the charisma facing her.
Maya was tall, lanky, and had dark skin, darker eyes of chocolate brown, and darker than that was her hair.
"I'm Maya." She said, extending a hand. "I'm studying theology at Saint Katherine's, on Hillcrest."
She was rather naive and forthcoming for a girl who was definitely twenty-one. Though Maya was twenty-two.
“I have the pleasure of being the proprietor of The Mausoleum,” Dasabella gave an ever-so-slight tilt of her head, “You don’t look like our usual clientele though, Miss Maya.”
The vampire extended one ring-coated hand to Maja, her excess of jewellery jingling with each movement.
“Dasabella Gonzaga,” she said by way of greeting, “What brings you to my Mausoleum?”
The Vampire Dasabella had become a child of darkness during the Renaissance, which was reflected in her zaftig figure.
Her behind was especially large and rounded, as were her ample breasts. The dome of her belly bulged beneath her designer top, and her plump face was adorned with chubby cheeks and a noticeable double chin.
It was very apparent that she had been, and continued to be, a woman of immense wealth, who could afford to be curvaceous in a time when fatty foods were the height of luxury.
Pale silvery hair cascaded over her shoulders, so fair in hue that it appeared to be more white than blonde.
"That is a gorgeous name," Maya said, her nose crinkling at the taste of her drink. "Ooh, I've never had alcohol before." She said softly, "Except church wine. Once. But it gave me a headache."
She giggled awkwardly. She was so... innocent.
Maya smiled at the older woman, studying her outfit, "I really like your, uh, corset..." she said, trying not to stare at the exposed belly underneath.
This woman was... pretty well-fed... especially compared to Maya.
“So, we’re popping a cherry tonight, then?” Dasabella ravenously drank Maya in with her gaze, making no attempt to hide the lust and greed that burned in her eyes like fire.
"I..." she trailed off, staring down at her own lanky body. "Uh... so... what's it like owning a club?" She asked, trying to make awful small talk.
“My Mausoleum is more than just a club, little lamb,” the vampire tittered, tracing one finger down Maya’s slender neck, “It is a temple to whispered secrets and dark desires, where the only god is the primal, unquenchable thirst that sleeps within us all.”
Dasabella lent in closer, the thick scent of her perfume surrounding her like a cloud.
“Tell me, little lamb; what do you desire?”
The vampire watched Maya’s eyes, using her free hand to softly caress her own bulging stomach.
Maya shivered and tried to hide her embarrassment. "I... I guess... I wanna... experience a little adventure..." she said, her eyes wide with surprise.
Before she realised, she was spilling her deepest desires, "I want to sleep with a woman!" She threw her hands over her mouth, trying her hardest not to die right there of embarrassment.
It was something she'd fought with her entire life. Something she tried so desperately to pray away, and finally... it was out... and she couldn't pray it away.
Dasabella was surprised to hear the human confess her secret without any supernatural encouragement.
Usually, the vampire had to coax hidden desires out of her prey with a dash of magic, yet it seemed that Maya needed only the faintest push.
“That can be arranged, little lamb,” Dasabella promised, with a sinister laugh, “I suspect you’re fit to bursting with shameful little secrets.”
The vampire pressed herself up against her prey, her fat, wobbling belly rubbing against Maya’s lithe stomach.
“Perhaps we should retire to my private room?” Dasabella purred, “I have plenty of delightful treats for us to satiate our hungers with.”
"Oh, oh-oh, you meant like r-right now?"
Maya shrank into herself, being leaned against by this woman, but she felt her very blood tingle. "I-I— how could I say no?" She asked sheepishly.
Her shameful desires were... so deliciously tame. So laughably... vanilla.
All she wanted was to be mommied by a woman who would desire and please her sexually; it was... so cute, so pathetic.
She let herself be dragged by the vampiress, becoming putty in the fat woman's hands.
It did not take long for Dasabella to guide Maya through the Mausoleum, and up into the one room in the club that was off-limits to even the most prestigious V.I.Ps.
“Welcome to The Vault,” the vampire announced theatrically,”My own sinful little sanctuary.”
An enormous fountain sat in one corner of the room, bubbling with gushing waves of cherry-red wine.
A clear glass bong rested on a small mountain of pillows, packed full of the finest weed that money could buy.
At the far side of the room was a gargantuan bed, draped in deep purple sheets.
“You must be famished,” Dasabella tittered, “What’s your favourite takeaway? I can have it here within the half hour.”
"I-I don't... normally eat food from outside campus. They only have a shitty cafeteria..."
Maya was sat before she realised it, sinking into the bed. "Wow. It's so... comfortable..." she murmured, feeling at ease as she settled in, "I've always wanted to try pizza that wasn't... cardboard." She said, trying to work up some idea so this fantasy didn't go entirely to waste... it was like a golden ticket to all her shameful little desires.
Dasabella pounced on the bed, as if she were a big cat, slinking seductively over to Maya. Her wide hips swayed back and fourth, whilst her belly hung down and scraped against the duvet, oozing out from beneath her corset.
“There’s nothing quite like cumming with a full stomach,” the vampire purred, practically shoving her breasts in Maya’s face as she pinned her down,” It’s something I’m rather partial to…”
Dasabella let her fingers sink into the vast, pale bulge of her belly.
“…as you can no doubt tell.”
Maya shivered. "Oh... I hadn't... thought you were... well, I didn't..." she slunk into the bed a bit, pressed down by the pair of tits in her face. "I don't think you're particularly heavy...." she was trying so hard to be polite, not to melt in that spot, not to...
"Are... you going to take the corset off?" She asked, gulping back her nerves with a thick, heavy tongue.
Dasabella ran one clawed finger through her coset, slicing the clasps that fixed it in-place in half.
Immediately, the flabby ocean of her stomach oozed outwards, waves of rippling fat flopping down on top of her flustered prey.
“Is that better, little lamb?” she cooed, letting out a rhythmic laugh.
“Are we pretending I’m not a large, bountiful woman?” she grinned, “Are you trying to tell me that I’m not the very embodiment of hunger and desire?”
Maya let out a pathetic whimper. "I was... I didn't mean... to call you fat—" she squirmed, her legs kicking slowly as she tried to escape, but her escape was merely a show, as she was quite enticed.
"Do... I kiss you, now?" She asked, such innocence in her voice. "I... I've never kissed anyone..."
That purity, so easily corrupted…
Dasabella pressed her lips against Maya’s, the sharp points of her fangs extending from her gums and lightly piercing the human’s mouth.
The vampire enjoyed a long, blood-smeared kiss before pulling away, her mouth smeared in a glistening sheen of carmine.
“Delicious,” Dasabella moaned, savouring the rush of tastes, thoughts and emotions that danced within Maya’s blood, “Utterly delicious.”
The young woman’s purity burned like hot sauce, flooding the vampire’s taste buds with sweltering heat, yet there was a rich, luxuriant darkness there, too.
The possibility of corruption provided a tantalising aftertaste, as if Dasabella were drinking an especially fruity wine, bursting with vibrant notes.
"Y-you bit me..." Maya whimpered, her eyes wide. "That... felt good."
She lay back, her chest rising and falling in rapidity, her eyes wide with fear and arousal.
Maya squirmed, her legs spreading almost on instinct, allowing her purity to be tainted further, ceding control to her captor of sorts.
“Oh honey, that was just foreplay,” Dasabella said with a silken laugh, “If you want to feel good, you’ll cling to me and never let go.”
The vampire yanked down Maya’s trousers, plunging her fangs into the flesh of the young woman’s thigh.
The unholy magic that thrummed through her fangs flooded into Maya, filling her with a euphoria that eclipsed description.
The tranquillising bite of a vampire made even a body-rocking orgasm seem horrifically mundane.
There was a reason so many mortals became addicted to being fed on by vampires.
H-haaaa-aaah~" Maya let out a moan, her eyes rolling back as she was filled to the brim with pleasure.
"I-it hurts... so... good..." her voice trembled as she wrapped her arms lazily around the bountiful vampire biting her, her body clouded in a mist of lust and desire as the pain became pleasure and the pleasure returned to pain once more, the cyclical nature of the bite causing her mind to drain of all rational thought.
Dasabella relished in Maya’s submission, drinking mouthful after mouthful of her thick, decadent blood.
Once she was done, and Maya had passed out beneath her, tangled up in the sheets of her bed, the vampire regarded her victim with a devious grin.
“Oh, Little Lamb,” she chuckled darkly, “I have such delightful plans for you.”
Maya had fallen into a life of sin, foolishly believing she could still be a good Christian girl.
She got a cross tattoo, as some sort of way to assure her faith. But as time went on, that tattoo on her once slender bicep stretched.
She found herself spending every moment outside of class, eating, drinking, being showered with attention from her new mistress, and drunken like she was the most delectable bottle of wine.
For months, she would glut herself and drink to excess, and reach orgasm every time she was bitten by her mistress.
One night in particular, she caught a glimpse of her body in the mirror, now pleasantly fat, "Oh god..." she mumbled softly, the arms of her mistress around her new belly roll, "I'm disgusting..." she murmured, her eyes wandering the curve of her belly, the flaring of her hips, the stretch marks on her thighs...
"Oh my..." she purred, feeling a hand snake down her tender, quivering thigh.
Her naked form suddenly didn't feel so... obscene.
“Disgusting isn’t the word I’d use, little lamb,” Dasabella whispered, her fingers dancing over the wobbling flesh of Maya’s thigh, “More like delectable.”
The greasy remains of a massive pizza were strewn across the table behind them, already having fallen victim to Maya’s ever-increasing hunger.
The vampire pressed her swollen belly against Maya’s back, letting out a mischievous titter.
An outsider would likely have thought she was heavily pregnant.
“Is my little lamb still hungry?” Dasabella’s fingers worked their way up to Maya’s bulging tummy, “I could hear your belly rumbling from miles away.”
Dasabella adored this part of the dance. She loved nothing more than watching the righteous and restrained gradually collapse into bottomless depravity.
Maya squirmed slightly. "I just ate, mistress..." she said, her voice quivering as she spoke, the touch and the gentle words sending shockwaves of excitement through her gradually expanding body.
As though it was taunting her, Maya's crucifix necklace hung lazily on the neck of a mannequin, one that was so conveniently wider than she was when she had arrived months ago, though now the plus-sized figure was more like a mirror of her own.
The guilt in her mind was only worsened by her stretch-marked bicep, adorned with the same crucifix, catching her eye in the mirror. Despite this guilt, Maya sank into the touch, choosing to ignore the pangs of shame, and instead, she agreed to fulfil her indulgences, and she practically fell into the half-eaten food before her, gulping it down with gusto, and she rolled over, belly up, rubbing it as though she were pregnant.
The way she ate was like she would never eat again, or hadn't eaten in years. That was so far from the case... given her ever-expanding waistline.
“So?” Dasabella ran her long, wet tongue along the soft flesh of Maya’s flabby neck, “There’s always room for more. You and I are cut from the same cloth, little lamb; we are never satisfied.”
The vampire watched with poorly-concealed glee burning in her eyes as her favourite new pet attacked the leftovers with gusto.
Dasabella had been here many times before, but very rarely without having to coerce her quarry with magic.
In all of her many centuries, Dasabella had learned that *truly* insatiable appetites were a rarity.
The vampire was practically drooling as she placed one clawed hand upon the growing rolls of Maya’s ever-fattening belly.
“Impress me now, and I’ll make sure that my kisses are extra sweet tonight, little lamb.”
Maya let out a quiet whimper, "Impress you...?" She looked so innocent, so stupid... her big eyes widened. "H-how can I...?" Her eagerness to please, despite her naivety, was so delicious...
"I'm not... as experienced as you, mistress." She leaned back, her belly sloshing as she did, and she groaned softly, finally full enough to be satisfied, if only for a short time.
Her body was so heavy now, it almost hurt to move the way she used to... but it felt so good...
She huffed quietly, spreading her thick thighs. "Is... this what you want, mistress?" She asked, offering herself up like a lamb at the slaughter, fat spreading across her thighs, belly sagging between them ever so slightly. She was nowhere near fat enough to pose a challenge in getting under her belly to her sex, which was throbbing with desire and anticipation.
When Dasabella looked at Maya, she saw promise.
The promise of the feast. The promise of greed. The promise of an equal.
Maya had no way of knowing that Dasabella Gonzaga had been as meek and submissive as she was.
In a different city. In a different age. In a different world.
That snivelling coward had embraced her darkness, and now she would help her little lamb to do the same.
“I want to see you bloom,” Dasabella told her in a firm voice, fringed with arousal, “I want to see your belly bulge. I want to hear the bed creek beneath your weight. I want you to swell like a fatted calf, until there is too much of you to fit in those old, ugly clothes.”
Dasabella’s eyes blazed with unholy fire. Her irises became a bright, burning crimson as the beast within stirred to the surface.
“What do you want, little lamb?” she cooed, “To simply kiss another woman is merely scratching the surface. Give voice to the voiceless desires within your ever-blackening heart.”
Maya let out a shivering moan, "I want to be free..." she whispered, her voice softening. "I want to touch a woman, eat until I'm ready to explode..." she reached down without even registering, touching herself where her clit was tender and swollen.
Her moans were soft and stifled, her body quivering as she circled the hood of her clit with two nervous fingers... a first for her, but not a moment without some instinctual knowledge behind it.
She knew how to pleasure herself, somehow, as if it were... natural. As if her entire life of being told not to was a lie, and that pleasure was *normal*... freeing...
She laid against her mistress, fingering more firmly, her moans and whimpers filling the dark, smoky room.
"Oh god..." she whined, "I want this..." her voice broke. "I love this..." her eyes squeezed shut and her breathing hitched. "Teach me, mistress." She whined, her eyes opening again to stare up at Dasabella, big brown pools of innocence, now tainted with the desire to be free and satisfied, a hedonist's gaze.
“I will teach you, little lamb,” Dasabella purred, “You will learn, as I learnt.”
The vampire placed her lips against Maya’s neck, brushing against her soft flesh with the points of her fangs.
She grabbed hold of Maya’s belly with her clawed fingers, delighting in the feel of her bountiful belly.
“The more you eat, the more your appetite will grow,” Dasabella murmured as she nibbled softly on Maya’s neck, “As your belly grows, it will take greater and greater feasts to fill it. We will push you past your limits, making you grow larger and greedier. Before you know it, you’ll be glutting yourself on banquets that once would have split you in two.”
Maya shivered at the idea. "B-but... won't it get too expensive? The silly little woman was still worried about things like cost or greed, when really, she was so far fallen from her former pious self, it was laughable that she could even consider modesty...
She squirmed, the fangs causing her to shiver. It was... almost comical how she had yet to discover her mistress was in fact a vampire.
“Money is no object, sweetling,” Dasabella let out a rhythmic laugh, “Do you not see me as I am? I bend the world to suit me. I do not dance to any tune that is not of my making.”
The vampire wrapped her arms around Maya, delighting in how much thicker she felt, after such a short stretch of time.
“Soon, I won’t be able to wrap my arms around you,” Dasabella’s voice quivered with arousal, “Soon, your depravity will be without measure.”
Maya felt her body shudder at the touch and her breathing hitch.
"Oh, b-but what will I do if I can't find clothes to fit me?" She was still thinking like a pathetic little mortal... so innocent and worldly...
But the arms around her felt so nice... she felt so validated... and didn't mind being so fat, suddenly.
"Do you think I want for money, little lamb?" the vampire's voice was fringed with dark amusement, "Do you think I couldn't handle such a paltry issue?"
Dasabella found herself grinning.
"You should know by now," her hands caressed Maya's growing girth with unashamed lust, "Mistress takes care of everything."
Maya squirmed again, "I guess..." she whined, her pathetic agreement sounding more like a complaint than her usual melodic docility.
She rolled over on her side, holding her belly, and whimpered. "So full..." she said softly, her fattened neck open for tasting her succulent blood. A despoiled virgin... was anything so delicious?
Dasabella let her fangs sink into the soft, pudgy flesh of Maya's neck. Rich sanguine flooded into her mouth, heralding an orgasmic rush of luxurious tastes.
The vampire's mind began to spin as she realised just how fat and degenerate her hedonistic pet pig was becoming.
Maya was teetering on the precipice of perfection. All she needed was a little...push.