This choice: Cameena stops before she drains too much. Maybe she needs another cow. • Go Back... Cameena could almost feel herself become lost in the feeding, each gulp of blood felt more delicious than the last…but she had to stop. The last thing she wanted was to drain her beloved cattle so much that she grew weak or even perished.
Stepping back to her full height, Cameena lapped up the blood dripping from her fangs in one last attempt to keep the delicious taste of the calorie-rich blood in the tip of her tongue. This then made her think to herself; the blood of such obese humans was so rich, so delicious, she NEEDED more. But she couldn’t slake her fill from just Clara; she might even lose weight as a result and that would be no good at all; she would lose her scrumptious flavor.
But then a thought came to Cameena, why not gather up a few more maidens? Most vampires had a whole slew of human women lined up to feed from, but Cameena had only taken one due to thinking someone so large would have more blood. Easier to keep and look after this way. But the gluttonous vampire had not accounted for the cravings Clara’s sweet nectar would create, there was only one answer.
“How would you like some company my dear?” Cameena purred towards the immense blob that appeared to be growing rather restless.
“Would I still have as much food?” Clara grunted. Cameena was not sure Clara was becoming hungry due to Cameena just feeding from her, or if her hunger was just that great these days that a few minutes without something to swallow caused her great discomfort.
“Of course my pet.” Cameena purred again, tenderly caressing Clara’s belly with her long-nailed hand. “You are still my prize cow, you can have anything your greedy little heart desires.”
“Good…more food then.” Clara huffed. Cameena then snapped her fingers, summoning her little thralls back once more to resume their non-stop service to the heaving mass of flesh.
***
That night, as the sun began to fade behind the mountains and a red tint spread across the lands, Cameena strode out from her castle, claw-like nails holding on to her dress to make sure it did not touch a speck of the gravel.
Ahead of her was her coach, a pitch-black vehicle pulled by four horses whose skin was so dark it made coal shine bright next to them, their eyes blood-red and their mouths fuming. Inside the coach were lavish seats, also red and so soft to the touch that one could easily fall into a sweet slumber on them.
Without as much as a word to the hooded creature sitting on the top of the coach, the driver lashed his whip, setting the horses into a frenzy as they charged towards the open iron-wrought gates and down the long winding path towards the local village.
The locals knew the sound, and in pavolvian fashion a crowd began to assemble in the village square as the horse-drawn carriage approached, slowing as it reached the huddled masses.
A hushed breath was caught in the mouths of the peasants as Cameena stepped out of her carriage. Her beauty was incredible, even with her sickly-gray skin, claw-like nails and fangs. Her face permanently looked like she had just returned from the best make-up artists in the land and her clothes were worth more than the entire village. It was no wonder some villagers willingly put up their daughters as offerings to their vampire lord, in hopes their daughter would obtain some of this wealth for themselves.
“Bring out your daughters.” Cameena spoke in a tone that while not loud, was instantly heard throughout her audience.
Shuffling around like mad, old men and women began to push forward their offspring, most shaking in terror at the site of the alpha predator standing before them. Eventually they all formed a single line in front of the vampire, and the countess began her inspection.
Travelling up and down the line Cameena surveyed her offerings. Some were tall, some were short, some blonde some dark-haired…but unfortunately for the hungry vampire all were rail thin. On one hand this disappointed the fanged monster, she was so looking forward to some instant satisfaction when she returned to her castle. Her years living off Clara’s fatty blood had made ordinary blood so…thin and weak by comparison. But on the other hand there was something exhilarating about the idea of watching her potential meals bloat and fatten up before her.
Deciding that the latter frame of mind was a better state to be in, Cameena began selecting girls, ordering each in turn to board her coach. She tried to choose the ones closest to plump, those with big boobs were a good choice, meant they had a tiny bit of a head start. They were all extremely beautiful women as well; one in particular had a fire in her eyes that told Cameena she could have made a fantastic vampire herself…but her destiny was to become a massive blood-bank for Cameen, oh well.
With a terse waft of her hand to dispel the crowds, Cameena returned to her carriage and sat on the seat opposite her latest cows. She had picked five this time rather than one; it would mean her demonic helpers would have their work cut out for them in the kitchens, but Cameena could always summon a few more to help keep all six of her cows satisfied.
The girls were all shaking in terror, clearly looking for a moment to escape the vehicle, so Cameena decided to rest their fears…or try to anyway.
“No need to fear me girls, I am not here to harm you. In fact when we reach my castle you will be treated as well as I, so long as you remain within the walls. All my servants will be your servants, my extensive wardrobe will be yours, and any desire of yours will be satisfied.” This did not help, so with a cross of her long legs Cameena tried a more personal touch. “My name is Cameena Stranken, what are your names?”
First to speak was a short red-head with plentiful freckles. “Anna…” she squeaked, prompting the others to follow suit.
“I-I-I-I’m Alisha, and this is Mina.” A girl with long black hair (not unlike Cameena’s) introduced, pointing to her twin sat next to her. Twins, Cameena had hit the jackpot. She was already day-dreaming of the two; fattened to blob-like status and sat on identical beds across from each other…delicious.
“I’m Claris…” the blonde girl next to them spoke, snapping Cameena out of her little gluttonous fantasy. She was tall and lanky, it would take a LOT of food to make her immense, Cameena thought to herself.
“Greta.” The last girl stated firmly. This was the confident and prettiest of the lot, with silky white-blonde hair and extremely beautiful features. Cameena had to stop herself licking her lips, she was going to enjoy making her so fat she couldn’t stand. In Cameena’s eyes, fat was no less beautiful than thin (even moreso in fact), and seeing someone so stunning being made even more beautiful tickled her.
“Well, such beautiful young ladies such as yourselves should not be walking around in such…filthy rags.” Cameena stated, trying to sound friendly. “The first thing we are doing when we arrive in my…or rather our castle is I shall show you the castles wardrobe, to make sure you are dressed as daintily as you look.”
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