The vampires of the White Court were predators, no one could deny that. They herded men and women like cattle, and when the time came for the slaughter they devoured them alive, draining them of their vital essence. Unlike the other Vampire Courts, they had no need to ingest anything physical from their prey. Blood wasn't required. Only passionate raw emotion was.
And yet, as Lara Raith rested from a rigorous training session with her sisters, she felt a different sort of hunger. She'd tasted the flesh of another when she'd devoured her cousin Madeline several months before, and that had not been enough. The treacherous vampire had only whetted her appetite, and the experience had given her some ideas.
So it was, she supposed, fortunate that the man standing in front of her had failed as he had. Certainly, his failure had resulted in the theft of White Court property, but he'd pay her back for that soon enough. She walked up to the servant, who was shaking with barely restrained terror. But, being so close to her, she could sense a bit of lust as well. She smirked. He thought he was going to meet the fate that so many other servants of House Raith had met, drained of their lives in moments of lust and passion. He had no idea what was coming.
She waved away the guards. 'I want to speak to our traitorous friend in private.' As they shut the doors, she reached out and ran her hand over his shivering face. 'You know, in moments like this, where a human servitor proves he can no longer be useful to the Court, it is traditional for him to be fed upon. On most days, you'd have already stripped down and given yourself to me... but today is different.' She saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes. 'Today, I won't just be consuming your life energy. I'm going to try something new that I've been practicing. I'm going to eat you whole, body and essence.'
He turned pale as he tried to run, but Lara was a vampire of the White Court and faster than an Olympic sprinter could ever hope to be. She was on him in less than a second. As she dislocated her jaw, she could hear him begging for his life. The screaming was soon cut off as her mouth engulfed his head, followed by the rest of him.
It was like nothing she'd ever experienced. Like all of her family (save for her traitor cousin Madrigal), she had spent her whole life feeding on lust. But now, she found an altogether new and delicious treat. She couldn't quite describe it, but it filled her with a burning energy as she swallowed the last of the helpless servant down her throat and into her waiting stomach. She collapsed, sighing in a combination of exhaustion and satisfaction.
The servant kicked and screamed inside her stomach, but there was no escape. She grinned. 'I need to do this more often!'
Tags: Samesize, vore belly, clothes ripping, novels
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Story by Phorcyz19 |
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Artwork by Octo |
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