Erzsabet And Lychinea

The wind whipped the skeletal trees mercilessly, flogging great boughs and spindly branches alike from their battered husks. A single light shone from the window of the house overlooking them, a scant candle in the darkness. The house, long fallen to rack and ruin, was the terror of all who viewed the silent, dormant monolith that stood lonely in the mountains, the dark windows rumored to hide all the evils of mens hearts. Tonight, they held just one...

Countess Erzsebet watched with placid amusement from the comfort of her home as a lone travelers caravan made it's way precariously up the perilous trail past the allegedly abandoned house. It was a dangerous night to be traveling... and there were many dangers on the mountain road.

"Ah... i was beginning to get hungry..." she smiled, turning on her heel to address her companion. "Fetch my cloak, this shalln't take but a moment."


"Yes, lady," The creature beside her said meekly, turning away to fetch her mistress' cloak. Rubbery feet padded softly on the stone stairs, bright eyes gleaming as they caught the torchlight. Quickly fetching the velvet garment from the wardrobe, she returned to her lady's side, bowing down as she had been conditioned to do over the years and handing the cloak to the vampiress. One of the advantages of un-life is the amount of time on one's hands, and Erzsabet had taken it upon herself to perfect the more obscure branches of botany, and over time had managed to cultivate plants that were not only sentient, but an entirely new species unto themselves. The creature that proffered her the cloak was the same height as a human female, and roughly of the same proportions, though a bright and vibrant green in tone, the limbs more of a cluster of thick root like tendrils, the hair a cascade of vivid green shoots the trailed down her back to hang above a delightfully pert rump, all utterly nude despite the chill of the castle air. She had named her Lychinea, though in truth she did not know why, as she had little patience for the girl who she treated more as a servant slave than the wonder she was.

"Wait for me here, i shall require your help when i return."

The countess smiled, before turning and making her way to the grand staircase, heading upward to the roof. She moved gracefully but with a speed that belied her languid movements, a sense of cruel intent evident in her stride. In a moment she was gone. Her assistant was left alone in the near dark, before a scream echoed in the distance.
Lychinea sighed and leaned her folded arms against the windowsill, looking down into the garden - long since overgrown and ugly, but the plant life was at least reassuring to her, and she smiled as she entertained the notion that the garden plants were somehow her family. Something she could find solace in when her mistress was cruel to her.

There was a thud above her as her mistress landed clumsily on the roof, and before long the steady thump thump of her footfall on the stairs.

"Ugh... peasants... so very -hic- course..."

Came the voice, weary with the unnatural act she had committed. She pushed open the door and staggered in, one hand pressed to where she had undone her dark crimson stained corset, revealing a pallid, rippling orb. Lychinea turned to glance aside at her mistress and the blood-flushed sphere that occupied her torso.

"Th-they do provide you a large meal, mistress. And they are - plentiful."

"They are vermin. I used to feed on the aristocracy of nations, blue blood my daily repast... but now, i am reduced to this..." She collapsed into a chair, motes of dust wheezing from its seams. "Attend me." she commanded

"Y-you haven't had time to - enjoy your meal, milady," Lychinea ventured cautiously, taking the cloak from Erszebet's shoulders. "Surely you'd like a glass of wine?"

Erzsebet narrowed her eyes slightly. Her slave was speaking out of turn, but was on this occasion perhaps right. She should take the time to savor the sensation of feeding, it may be a while before she could eat again. "Very well, fetch it for me." She requested, adjusting the fastenings of her corset to allow her stomach to rest unrestricted. Lychinea nodded, the thick tentacles drooping from her head swaying limply as she turned from her mistress and descended the stairs to fetch her a bottle of wine from the cellar. She moved quietly through the old house, wishing she had some company other than the sickly potted plants she maintained about the place, shivering a little as she was rather fearful of what her lady might do to her if she grew annoyed.

"Hurry up, wretch!"

The Countess yelled, her hands sinking to her glutted belly. She gently began to knead the groaning sphere, sighing deeply as she did so, reflecting on the six people she had fed upon in order to produce such an effect. They had deserved it, she thought, despite the pass being the only safe passage from the valley, it was on her land and therefore a toll was required to be paid. Lychinea winced as the call of her lady reached her ears. She hurried through the abandoned scullery and into the wine cellar, where dusty bottles lined the racks. Selecting one of the more recent vintages, she clutched the bottle to herself and made her way back through the dark house, silently praying to no one in particular that her mistress would be in a sleepy, lazy mood upon her return.

"Mmm, pour it for me..." Erzsebet moaned, her fingers gently undoing the binding strings of her garment to enable her to swell to her fullest extent. Her abdomen gurgled melancholicly, as despondent as she was at the state of her repast, her nimble fingers doing their best to soothe it.

"Yes, lady," Lychinea said quietly, pouring a full glass of wine and passing it to her engorged mistress, stepping back and staring down at her feet, making herself as small and unnoticeable as possible. The countess sipped the drink, and made a face.

"Swill, utter swill, this isn't fit for dogs."

She moaned, her belly groaning in agreement. "They simply don't make it like they used to..." She sighed, a slight wince running over her deathly pale countenance as her stomach writhed in discomfort

"Perhaps in a century, it would be fit for milady to drink...." Lychinea suggested optimistically, tapping her fingers together and avoiding her lady's gaze. "Perhaps the nobles will begin traveling this road again. One - one never knows when your fortunes will change for the better."
  
"Yes... perhaps my next sleep will see me awaken in a more hospitable climate..." She eyed the girl slyly, before patting her midriff.

"Tell me, girl, do i disgust you?" The question was achingly abrupt, and hung in the air for several seconds as the vampire regarded her silently, her head tilted curiously as a small smile played across her lips.

"No, milady, you are very beautiful. And noble." Lychinea's cheeks turned red. Part of her still seemed to believe what she said, though she was currently gushing to avoid punishment. "Wh-why should you disgust me?"
  
"You seem to be avoiding me... i don't like to be avoided..." Erzsebet ran a finger slowly around the edge of her glass, producing a clear, ringing note. "Come to me, i require one of your 'special' massages..." The vampiress smiled coyly.

"You've fed only minutes ago, mistress, s-surely you would rather rest - " Lychinea stammered, taking a few cautious steps toward her lady.
  
"My meal is disagreeing with me somewhat..." The countess moaned, a slight gurgle escaping her fecund form. "I require certain of your ministrations if i am to rest comfortably, though i wish to keep my meal where it is... for now..." Her eyes flicked over her servant's body, no doubt envisioning what the future held for it.

The plant-girl settled on the arm of Erzsebet's chair, her green fingers gradually pressing and pushing against the enormous blood-swollen sphere of her mistress' stomach, easing the stretched skin and causing it to gurgle and slosh. Her eyes were narrow and evasive, refusing to make eye contact. She was silent, fearful.
  
"Yes... gently now, we wouldn't want to have an unfortunate incident on our hands, would we?"

Erzsebet laughed, the swollen orb bouncing and angrily groaning despite it's owners good humor. She reveled in the feeling of being attended to, not simply for the pleasant relief of it, but the knowledge of just how afraid the poor creature was of her

"I-I'm always very gentle with you, milady," Lychinea squeaked, the fear radiating from the poor plant-creature's body almost intoxicating as she continued her massage. "I would never - be rough with you in such a state, I swear - "
  
"I should hope so... we both know as well as each other that were you not it would only be you who would suffer..." The countess arched her back somewhat, allowing the expanse of her abdomen to jut from her body to it's most exaggerated fullness. "It wouldn't be me who had to clean up afterwards..."

"I-I know, mistress - "

Lychinea whimpered, splaying her rubbery fingers as wide as possible on the bulging surface, pressing and kneading, the burden of blood within the Countess shifting inside of her.

"I-is that enough, milady?"
  
The countess let out an uncharacteristic belch, politely covering her mouth. "Yes... i believe it should be enough, for now..." she sighed, relaxing back into her chair. She eyed the window, far away on the edge of the mountain encircled valley the sky had begun to glow slightly. "Draw the curtains and prepare my sleeping garments, i believe i shall take a short rest as i am."

"Yes, lady," Lychinea sighed, drawing the curtains shut and opening the wardrobe that stood against the west wall to fetch her lady's robes to dress her, a small flicker of hope kindling in her fearful heart that tonight, perhaps, the Countess would overlook her annoyance and leave her slave in peace.
  
"While i rest, secure the sun blinds. I have many things to do today, and so i cannot sleep as long as usual..." Erzsebet's voice carried through the hallways effortlessly, the ability one that she used gleefully to intimidate her slave. With some difficulty she managed to raise herself from the chair to a standing position, knowing she should not be observed in so undignified an exertion.

Lychinea carefully dislodged the robes from her mistress' shoulders, leaving the vampiress naked and swollen with her meal for a moment as her slave spread the silky softness of her night robes across her pale skin. "Yes, my lady. I will not let the sun touch you."
  
"Be sure that you don't, lest my anger be roused." The bloated vampire threatened. "Careful, perhaps you should leave my robe unfastened for now, i find it more comfortable to sleep unrestrained." A hand pressed to her spherical midriff, gently probing the gurgling fullness.

"Yes, lady," Lychinea agreed dutifully. "D-do you require assistance reaching your bedchamber?"
  
The countess tentatively took a step forward, before letting out an unladylike grunt of effort. "Yes... you shall assist me..." She moaned, rubbing her abdomen as it sloshed as a result of the sudden and haphazard motion

Lychinea moved forward to wrap one of her arms around her mistress' waist, guiding the blood-heavy vampiress out of the room and into the corridor, every step causing her glutted belly to slosh and lurch. The plant-girl prayed silently that she would not lose her balance and send the two of them toppling over, each step careful and slow.
  
"Slowly... should i fall it will be quite the task to clean this up..." The countess took Lychinea's unoccupied hand and placed it gently against the flank of her wobbling, angry sounding stomach. "Perhaps i was somewhat overeager in my feeding this evening..." She mused, her eyes fixed to the lightly crimson colored sphere

"Milady never feeds more than she means to," Lychinea assured her flatteringly, guiding her through the bedchamber doors. "You take what you must to - to sustain yourself in these sparse times, mistress."
  
"Indeed, these are cruel days, a famine i shall be lucky to outlast..." The gluttonous vampiress noted in stark contrast to the bloated swell of her belly. "Prepare my bed, i shalln't be needing my coffin today." She commanded.

"Yes, milady." Lychinea turned back the sheets on the vampiress' enormous and elegant canopied bed, preparing it carefully for her mistress. "Only a moment longer, milady, the sheets are rather cold - "
  
"Warm them, use your own body if you must." The countess murmured uncaring, regarding the plant girl's body heat as a commodity that she may use as she saw fit. She cradled the swell of her midriff in a somewhat maternal manner, cautiously noting that if her bed were too cold, the contents may begin to coagulate and harden, and that would certainly not do.

"B-but mistress, I'm - I'm not warm-blooded - " Lychinea stuttered frantically, trying to come up with some alternate solution.
  
Erzsebet scowled in deep annoyance, the girl was of course correct, but it frustrated her greatly to be told she was wrong by such a lesser creature. "Improvise, you fool!" She cried, pushing past the trembling creature and climbing into the bed. "Friction will warm the sheets. Come, attend to me." She spat furiously.

"A-attend to you - how, my lady?" Lychinea's voice was high and afraid as she made room for her vastly bloated mistress.
  
Erzsebet glowered, her fury rising. The red tinge of her stomach was beginning to spread to the rest of her countenance, though she kept her voice low and cold in its tone. "Massage me. Do not allow my meal to settle lest it harden and clot." She spoke tersely.

"Y-yes, your worship," Lychinea gushed, her voice quivering with fear as she spread her fingers over the expanse of Erzsebet's belly and began to massage her, the vast blood meal gurgling within her. The Countess felt annoyance for her slave rising in her, even as she did her best to attend her mistress' needs. "I will do whatever you wish, milady, as ever - "
  
"Quicker, dolt, unless you're trying to let my meal curdle and incur my anger." She muttered with venom on her tongue. Roughly she pulled the plant girl to her, and opened her robe to reveal her body to her rubbery fingers. "Be quick about it."

"I - I promise I won't let that happen - " Lychinea pressed flat against Erzsebet's side, her hands questing over the surface of her belly more forcefully, pressing in on the stretched skin and trying to circulate the blood meal within. "Oh mistress, I should have warmed the bed earlier, I thought you would be sleeping in your c-coffin - "
  
"Your failing pains me." Erzsebet stated flatly, wriggling slightly to get comfy atop her luxurious bed. "Cover us, it will help hold the warmth." She stated.

"Yes," the plant-girl said quickly, pulling up the sheets over the top of Erzsebet's girth and continuing to massage her, the vampiress' abdomen gurgling as she slowly and turgidly began to digest the blood inside her.

"MMmmm, finally. You seem to be getting it..." The swollen countess sighed sleepily, lazily scratching one of her breasts, exposed and pert atop her glutted form. "Practice seems to be good for your technique... perhaps we should continue the exercise..." She stretched luxuriously, slipping a hand under the quivering flora's shoulder and pulling her inward in what seemed a curiously tender motion

"I may not be able to - attend you properly - " She tried to massage the swollen orb, the angle now considerably more awkward. "Wh-what do you wish me to do, my lady?"
  
"Mmmmmm.." Erzsabet moaned, her eyes closed in repose. She lifted the creature with a single hand, her strength incredible, and maneuvered her into position atop her legs, affording her greater access to the bloated countesses body. "Please... continue..." she whispered in genuine pleasure.

Lychinea whimpered as she was held aloft like a child's doll, her trembling hands continuing their slow massage of her mistress' body. The poor plant-girl's fear was exquisite, serving only to bring the Countess greater pleasure as she considered how utterly helpless the creature truly was before her.
  
"Yes... that's it..." the overfed vampiress moaned, a slight flush creeping over her face. Beneath the spread of Lychinea's fingers a curious warmth seemed to be spreading through the porcelain white flesh of the body presented to her, a sly smile upon the exquisite lips of her face. "Do as i command, slave..." The words dripped deliciously from her tongue, every syllable savored to it's utmost.

Lychinea continued her ministrations, feeling her mistress' body warming up beneath her hands, the thickly-built plant-creature allowing herself an internal sigh of relief as she at least could be assured that the over-engorged countess was enjoying herself and would be far less likely to punish her as such. Suddenly, Erszabet's hands were wrapped around her servants wrists in a deceptively strong grip. She'd moved so fast it was as if she had always had her hands there, her face, contorting in pleasure, not showing a hint of it occurring. She guided the poor girls hands lower, below her shallow, distorted navel to the lower slope of her girth, wherein could be felt the first hints of thickening. Lychinea felt the coagulation and remained silent, hoping her mistress would not notice as she pressed and pushed, the vampiress' grip straining the plant-girl's thick fibrous bones. Lychinea gulped nervously, dutifully attending to the glutted woman. Her mistress seemed not to have noticed, or failing that not to care. She released her grip of the girl's wrists, content that her will was being suitably carried out, and gently ran her hands appreciatively over the upper surface of her trembling girth. She shifted her legs beneath her servant, depositing her on the bed she parted them to encircle her, pulling her in closer between her thighs

"A-are you sure you wouldn't like another glass of wine, my lady?" Lychinea stammered nervously, ceasing her massage for only a moment to ask.
  
"Yes... fetch the bottle, and two glasses... hurry back..." Erszabet's voice came through panted, heavy breaths as she gently released her hold of the girl.

Lychinea darted off through the house, taking her time with the wine, hoping that her mistress would have fallen asleep by the time she returned. She peered around the corner of the bedchamber door, then entered softly, careful not to wake the woman if she were asleep.
  
"Hurry, i can feel it... ugh... inside me..." came a quiet moan. Despite the relative shortness of her absence, Lychinea's mistress appeared larger than she had before, the great volume of blood within her having started to clot and form a hard protrusion within her abdomen. She gestured to the girl, her voice barely audible over a creaking protest from her gut.

"Y - yes, mistress - wh-what should I - ?" Lychinea whimpered, slowly approaching her bloated mistress.
  
"Redouble your efforts..." The abdominally agonized immortal moaned, her stomach gurgling in a somewhat worrying fashion. "The wine... will thin the blood... quickly..." She motioned for the bottle, grasping it and uncorking it, gulping down the whole bottle in a matter of moments.

"Y-yes milady - " Lychinea uncorked a second bottle of wine and tilted it to her mistress' lips, pouring it almost faster than the vampiress could swallow.
  
"Ugh... use your hands..." She moaned, grasping the bottle and pulling her servant bodily on top of her. Her gut quaked and moaned with a life of its own, it's hue darker and more visible than before as the skin stretched thinner.

She passed the vampiress a third bottle and began to massage her frantically, trying to break up the coagulating blood within her, certain she was going to be punished for this.
  
"You took... your time..." The troubled immortal breathed, her hands pressed to her flanks as she felt the shift and motion of the thickening fluid within her. "Press... harder, slave... but not... too hard..." She moaned, gesturing to the apex of her heaving girth.

"I'm trying, mistress!" Lychinea wailed, her eyes filling with tears of fear as she tried to achieve exactly the right amount of pressure upon her lady's abdomen.
  
"OOF!" Erszabet's eyes snapped open as her servant pressed hard atop the grumbling sphere. Her mouth flapped for a second as she formed a damning curse to spew at the hapless girl, before a hand shot to the now still and silent surface. It seemed the wine had done the trick after all, and everything grew quiet. Her countenance softened, and she let out a tiny sigh of relief.

The plant-girl sat on her haunches, crying quietly, her wrist still gripped painfully tight by her vampire mistress.
  
"You seem to have acquitted yourself admirably... i believe this calls for a celebration..." The vampiress reached for the undrunk third bottle of wine, grasping it and the two glasses and perching them atop her girth. "Pour." She spoke simply, a slight note of gratitude in her voice, though that was all the consolation Lychinea would receive from her. Lychinea obeyed without question, pouring her mistress a full glass and tilting it to her lips. "I-I'm sorry, milady. I didn't mean to - to take too long - "
  
"Pour again, and drink." She cut off whatever apology it was that she was about to receive, uncaring of whatever reason Lychinea seemed want to offer. She settled herself, her broad girth rippling with it's fluid fullness. A slight redness had crept into her face, the wine was beginning to take effect.

Lychinea poured another glass and took a sip before tilting the majority of it to the countess' lips, hoping she would fall asleep if she simply kept pouring. "Yes, milady."
  
"More... drink more..." The bloated vampire moaned, her eyes heavy lidded as she began to grow drowsy. Far away the sun had begun to peek into the sky, the immortals need to rest pulling incessantly at her consciousness. She stifled a yawn, before grasping the bottle of wine and filling a glass to it's rim, passing it to her servant, before pouring herself a similar measure. Lychinea dutifully drank, draining the glass at an almost dainty pace, much to her mistress' dismay. She motioned to the glass, and slopped wine into it, splashing it liberally over her own stomach. Erszabet's movements had grown erratic and sluggish, the combination of alcohol and weariness draining her composure.

"I've done... so many things... i regret..." She mumbled abruptly in a slur

Lychinea remained silent, gazing down at her mistress with a mix of admiration, sadness and fear. She tucked herself in beside the woman, offering her the wineglass. "It...it will be alright, milady....."
  
A sob crept from the immortals lips, and she quickly bit her lip to stifle another. "They're... all dead... all my friends... gone..." She wept quietly, her composure utterly gone as her body gently shook with grief. "Everyone..." The bloated vampire wiped a single tear from her cheek, the grip her heart was held in one of bitter loneliness as she thought back to how things had once been.

"Don't cry, mistress," Lychinea murmured quietly, cautiously looping her arms around the countess' shoulders and hugging her gently. "It - it will be that way again someday. Y-you'll have friends. And - and I'll watch over a lovely garden again...."
  
Erzsabet nodded, her eyes misted with tears but full of a measure of trust mixed with a dash of hope. "I'd like that... she whispered, before the most extraordinary thing of all happened.

She smiled.

Lychinea felt tears spring to her eyes at the sight. She knew that, in the morning, the countess would be all scowls and barked orders again, but for just a moment, she recalled the noble and elegant woman who had raised Lychinea from a sapling and had at one time treated her as something other than a doormat. The plant-girl kissed her mistress' forehead and embraced her gently.

"Mistress, I - I can relieve the pressure in you, i-if you would like me to...."
  
"Yes... I'd like that too..." Her mistress smiled more brightly, patting her immense midriff. "It might help me rest, though it's quite full of wine also..." She spoke with a note of caution in her voice, gesturing to the grumbling bloat that rose and fell rhythmically between them.

"I'll sleep here tonight. A-and keep you company...." Lychinea took one of her thick tentacles in her hands and placed it gently against Erzsebet's wine-stained lips. "Open up, milady...."
  
The vampire obediently and in a slight change of usual protocol did as she was told, parting her full lips to accept the thick tendril. Her eyes twinkled with pleasure as she felt it wriggle inside her mouth, she gently stroked it with the pointed tip of her tongue.

Lychinea sighed and gently eased the tendril further and further into Erzsebet's mouth, causing the vampiress' throat to bulge as it descended toward her belly, as she had done many times before, though typically under far less cordial or voluntary circumstances. "Gently now, milady, d-don't bite me...."
  
Erzsabet smiled, playfully pressing her teeth against the fleshy green appendage in a slight joking fashion. The feeling of having a tentacle in her throat had at first been an unpleasant one, but she'd since become used to it, and now in fact took a small measure of pleasure at it's presence. She reached up and gently stroked the side of Lychinea's body, feeling the texture of the unnatural skin. Erzsebet at last felt the tentacle reach her blood-filled belly and the liquid within her began to gurgle as Lychinea drank from her, slowly but surely, the vampiress' throat bulging still wider as blood passed from her into her servant along the plant-tendril. Lychinea's cheeks turned red and her eyes narrowed involuntarily.
  
Erzsabet forgot herself, lost in the incredible sensation of the moment, her hands slipping lower on Lychinea's flanks, before drawing her forward slightly to cup her rear, gently squeezing what her hand could grasp. Her eyes closed, and a look of utter contentment slid into place

Lychinea squeaked quietly, the motion causing her to drink more deeply, stretching Erzsebet's throat wider still and opening her jaws painfully wide. The plant-girl squeezed her eyes shut, trying to keep her mind on relieving her mistress' burden. The vampiress felt her servant's body slowly begin to plump and thicken. Her hands began to rove more freely over the burgeoning flesh before her, the immortal sensing that it was not entirely unwelcome. One hand slid readily round to touch the paunch that had formed at her companion's midriff, testing it's tautness and drawing slight sloshing sounds as it slowly filled with the intoxicating combination. Lychinea gasped slightly at the vampiress' touch as she continued to draw blood and wine from Erzsebet's full belly, her thighs and arms and breasts and hips thickening notably as she absorbed and metabolized the liquid meal. She lent into her mistress, the tendril in her throat passing more deeply into her as a result. The vampire gasped as she felt the thick tentacle in her mouth pulse faster as the plant girl drunk deeply from her. She slid her legs carefully around her, drawing her in and pressing her close so that she might reach more. Her hands slid over the green flesh, squeezing gently as they went, feeling the effect her gluttony had had on Lychinea, the thought sent a shiver of barely restrained pleasure through her they both felt. The plant-creature drank ravenously, her green skin slowly acquiring a slight red tinge as she absorbed the contents of the vampiress' meal, her body now very plump and soft, filling with blood. She kept her eyes squeezed shut, allowing a small gasp to escape her lips as she drained her mistress to her halfway point. Erzsabet tugged gently on the tendril, drawing it out slowly. It emerged from her mouth, though she didn't let go of it just yet, producing her tongue she proceeded to clean the thin sheen of blood from it, licking her lips afterwards.

"Leave some for me..." she moaned, biting her lower lip softly

"Y...yes mistress...." Lychinea panted, exhausted from her feeding, and drew her hands into her lap, slouching in a manner that suggested intoxication. "I might - burp - have taken too - hic - much, mistress...."
  
"Nonsense... just enough..." came the reply, the still noticeably swollen vampiress taking her companions hands and running them softly over the expanse of her belly, before releasing them and copying the motion on Lychinea's body. "How does it feel?" she smiled, mischief in her eyes

"I-it's much nicer when I'm not - forced to. Or overfed." Lychinea spoke quietly, cautiously, as though expecting retribution. She nestled in beside her mistress. "I feel full. Um...sort of fat...."
  
"You look delicious... positively good enough to eat..." Erzsabet smiled, trailing a black painted nail over Lychinea's flank, watching as the girl shivered at her touch. She pulled the bed covers up to cover the two of them and cuddled up closer, her face inches from the plant girls adorable wide eyed expression

"Th-that's just the wine talking, milady." Lychinea's own breath smelled strongly of red wine as she held the countess close, cushioning her against soft, plump plant-like flesh. "You should sleep...the sun won't wait for you...."
  
"No, but you know as well as i that when i wake up we'll both pretend this never happened, and go back to how things have been..." The immortal sighed, a slight hint of sadness in her eyes. "I'll go back to feeling lonely and take it out on you, i can't help myself. Ask yourself, are you really so eager to go back to that?" she murmured, pressing her forehead to Lychinea's

"No, mistress," Lychinea whispered, shifting position slightly to cradle the vampiress' head between her fattened breasts. "It doesn't have to be like that. Does it...?"
  
"Maybe... But I'd rather not take that chance..." Erzsabet pressed her lips to the fleshy orbs before her, delighting in their succulence.

"But I don't want you to be caught by the sun," Lychinea said quietly. "Even if it would - free me, there's still something good deep down in you. Even if you bury it. I'll hold onto this in my mind. N-next time you make me drink too much from you, or - or throw me into the blood vat, I'll think of you like this, even when I'm afraid."
  
Erzsabet sighed, knowing when to cut her losses. "Don't think me heartless. 'Whoever becomes a monster gets rid of the pain of being a man.' Someday I'll be happy again..." She nodded softly, gently stroking Lychinea's back. "Draw the blinds for me, if you'd be so kind." She whispered.

"I will, mistress." She placed a kiss on Erzsebet's cheek, then stood and drew the blinds closed, returning to bed and tucking in beside her lady, her soft flesh warming her nicely. "Good night, milady...I hope you can remember in the morning....."
  
"Maybe, we'll see..." She replied sleepily, pressing up to the pleasantly bloated plant girl as readily as she could. "Sleep well."

Lychinea sighed and remained awake for some time before drifting off, and at nightfall, the vampiress found herself still entwined within the poor girl's arms when she woke. Erzsabet winced, the wine had gone to her head and a dull thud echoed within her skull. She drew back the covers to rise, but found herself utterly naked, along with the slave. What had they done? She caught sight of her stomach, the blood within mostly digested it had retained a doughy softness, bulging slightly from her body. She frowned deeply, before regarding the sleeping form next to her. The plump girl slumbered peacefully alongside her, her expression one of contentment. She murmured unintelligibly in her sleep. The vampire reached out gently and placed a hand against the soft shape of Lychinea's belly, feeling the heft and scale of it with an appreciative eye. Her headache all but forgotten, she gently slipped her hands beneath the sleeping girl and raised her, carrying her silently from the room. She'd had an idea, one that occupied her thoughts far more than the tasks she'd meant to accomplish today. The girl slumbered still, carried along by her supernaturally powerful mistress, snoring lightly as she was carried. "Nyaa~...."
  
Erzsabet silently cursed her own appetite as she descended the grand staircase, the motion enough to cause her midriff to jiggle somewhat, a new and not entirely unwelcome sensation for her. Lower she went, lower still, down to the cellar, and with it the giant oak pool, and the viscous redness within of her blood vat. She gently lowered herself and the sleeping girl into the frothing crimson, oil burners beneath keeping it not only fluid but pleasantly warm. She watched and waited for the effects of the blood pool to take effect, relaxing in the sticky fluid

The poor plant-girl's eyes blinked and then opened narrowly, then widened as she took in her surroundings, the tendrils on her head growing thicker and fatter as they siphoned blood from the large vat, feeding Lychinea all at once. The girl squeaked with dawning fear. "M-m-m-my lady, wh-what are - ?"
  
"Ssssh... just relax..." The naked, gore streaked vampiress skulled lazily in the deep vat, feeling the wondrous fluid against her skin. She lent forward and greedily gulped at it, unable to contain her desire to feel fullness once more. She watched hungrily as the blood began to filter into Lychinea's body

"I-I-I can't relax, y-you know I can't control it - " Lychinea's expression was one of pure fright as her still thickening tentacles pumped blood into her, her skin growing redder by the moment. "P-please let me out, milady - please - "
  
"Sssh... i wish to see if you can drain the whole tank..." Erzsabet smiled, her fangs growing with an audible creak as hunger overtook her, her irises glowing with an unearthly red light as she herself began to drink deeply, matching pace with the struggling plant girl

"I-I can't - please, mistress, I'm filling up, I'm getting too full!" Lychinea struggled in vain, her body plumping rapidly, her tentacles floating in the pool of blood, bloated and turgid as they drew in more and more sustenance. She splashed, growing ever more frantic.
  
"You forget yourself, girl... I'll tell you when you've had enough." Erzsabet reared up from the wash of blood, her skin slick with crimson, her eyes blazing as she approached the hapless creature, resting a curious hand on the girl's stomach, keeping her their

"Please l-let me go!" Lychinea began to sob with terror as she unwillingly glutted herself, her belly swelling up like a balloon beneath Erzsebet's fingers, the poor creature's hips now twice as wide, her breasts bloating up to the size of her head and then rapidly surpassing it. "I-I'm drinking too much, please let me go, please - !"
  
"Hold your tongue..." Erzsabet paused, dunking her head beneath the diminishing fluid and taking a great long draught of the crimson liquid, her eyes locked on Lychinea's face as she drank gluttonously

"M-m-mistress, I-I'm getting bigger, please stop me!" Lychinea seemed not to heed Erzsebet's words as she simply inflated with blood, her skin now rose-red and her body fattening by the second, her belly containing gallons of the liquid as her tentacles forced more into her while she squealed and cried in absolute terror. The level of the vat was dropping rapidly as the two of them drunk from it, only one of them willingly however. Erzsabet leaned out of the pool and gasped, groaning with fulfillment. She felt her body bump against something, before realizing that beneath the surface, her own dimensions had increased dramatically unseen beneath the opaque liquid, and her servant now floated resting against her.

"Mistress, please get me out, I-I-I think I'm going to burst, please, it hurts!" Lychinea sobbed, grasping at her lady's flanks as her body grew ever larger.
  
"You're almost there, really, you're making me think you have no stomach for this..." The immortal grinned cruelly, her own hands pressed to her engorged midriff. She lent backward, a gasp of astonishment escaping her lips as she saw the apex of it crest the surface at arms length from her. "Careful..." She warned, as she felt the scrabble of her slave's hands against her magnificent swell

"I just want you to let me out, milady, I promise I'll get your wine faster - please - I - I'm - going to pop - " Her words were halting, labored, as her internal organs were crushed aside by her rapidly filling stomach. She was nearly twice Erzsebet's size, as the countess only had one mouth while Lychinea had no fewer than eight blood-sucking tentacles. Her eyes were pleading, frantic. The countess eyed the struggling creature, before a look of terrible cruel pleasure crossed her face. She lent forward, pressing her face against the mammoth swell. She let out a delirious moan as she opened her mouth wide and sunk her fangs into the flank of the bloated orb, feeding from it greedily. Blood flowed into her mouth and down her gullet, catching her off guard, and Lychinea, driven purely by fear and instinct, abruptly forced two of her tentacles down Erzsebet's throat, regurgitating blood directly into her belly at a rapid pace, her jaws and throat painfully stretched and ready to snap. Erszabet's eyes snapped open, though she found her jaws so wide open she hadn't the give in the muscles to disengage them. She felt something beneath the water begin to grow uncontrollably, her hands whipping through the pool to press to her stomach as she realized too late that perhaps she had drunk too much...

"My lady - oh my lady I'm sorry I'm so sorry - " Lychinea sobbed, forcing another tendril down Erzsebet's throat, glutting the vampiress with blood, all the while gushing apologies and regrets. The action of forcing the third tentacle down her throat finally allowed Erszabet's mouth to detach from Lychinea's belly, the vampiress reared backward, terrible in her gluttony. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt her stomach grow at an unprecedented rate, her hands scrabbling against the slick blood coated flesh that had begun to rise out of the lowering pool, taut to the point of pain

"What... What are you doing?!" She managed despite her mouthful of tentacles

"I'll - I'll split open if I don't - " Lychinea broke down into incoherent sobs, unable to retract her tentacles and unable to stop herself from pumping her mistress full of blood. The vampiress felt herself filling, her jaws stretched very nearly to the point of dislocation.
  
"Ugh... too... much..." The vampiress gagged, unable to keep her balance she rolled backward in the vat, her belly lifting from the water and carrying her backward, dragging Lychinea with it. She came to rest slumped backward, her colossal stomach revealed in all its glory, terrible in it's immensity, groaning and roaring angrily. The blood within was plainly visible pushing the skin outward. The sobbing plant-girl, having decreased her size just enough to move, struggled to reach the edge of the pool, unable to detach herself from the blood-bubble her choking mistress had become. Erzsebet's throat bulged as blood was forced down into her, drawing her skin tighter by the moment.
  
"My... belly!" She chocked between the pulsing tendrils, her throat unable to relinquish the quivering mass forcing more and more of the fluid into her. There was a loud and agonizing pop as Erzsebet felt her belly button pop outwards, the pressure within her incredible enough to distort her flesh wildly. Her abdomen heaved and thrashed, rebelling against the influx of fluid, unable to stop it. Her slave pulled desperately at the side of the vat, but found herself still too heavy to escape. She squeezed her eyes shut with a sobbed apology and forced a fourth tentacle down Erzsebet's throat. The motion within the bloated vampiress intensified, the skin creaking worryingly. The vat was a quarter full at this point, more than half of it resting in the gargantuan abdomen of the immortal.

"My... tummy!" She gurgled as the fourth tentacle wriggled down her throat, her jaw clicking with a threatening sound as it parted to allow it in. Her legs promptly collapsed, though she couldn't move.

Lychinea forced the tentacle deeper down Erzsebet's gullet, finally stretching her jaws past their limit as she pumped her fuller and fuller, shrinking her own belly nearly enough to escape the vat. Erzsabet let out a cry as her jaw gave with a loud click, widening only slightly. Her hands scrabbled helplessly at the grotesque orb of her belly, unable to prevent what felt inevitable. Deep within the sphere a sound like wet canvas tearing echoed outward as her innards were crushed by the pressure and volume of blood within her, her abdomen now a crimson orb, indistinguishable from the contents. Lychinea heaved herself over the side of the vat with a sobbing cry, her tentacles pulling out of Erzsebet's body as the plant-girl plopped onto the stone floor, still swollen and nearly immobile. The vampiress was clearly in pain, her jaws still dislocated, her organs crushed, her belly on the very edge of bursting open if she took so much as a gulp of blood or a full breath. She reached upward, and with a loud sob and a sickening crack she popped her jaw back into it's socket. Her body groaned and cried out louder than she possibly could, the flesh on the verge of rupture, the immortal sobbed loudly.

"What... what have you done to me?!" She screamed in terrified sorrow.

"I wanted to get out!" Lychinea sobbed, sitting back on her bloated haunches. "Y-you were going to make me explode, mistress, I-I wasn't thinking - I was hurting so much - "
  
"My... my beautiful belly..." She sobbed, her body quivering with horrifying potential. "I'm... Gods, I'm going to burst!"

She wailed, her back arching as she clawed at the flesh that threatened to fail at any second. As Lychinea watched the flesh began to part, vast stretch marks rippling across the worrying sphere in a heartbeat, signaling that the blood filled behemoth was imminently to pop.

Lychinea watched her with wide, frightened eyes full of sadness. "Mistress...I-I'm so sorry I - please forgive me - "
  
"Help... help me..." The vampiress moaned pitifully, the vast swell of her midriff looming from beneath her still naked breasts smeared with traces of the same liquid that now threatened to destroy her. She glanced imploringly at her servant, her eyes willing her to do something, anything, to help.

"I - I can't," Lychinea whimpered. "If I even try to drain you, you'll still only burst...." She looked away with a sob, unable to watch her mistress' skin split open.
  
"AAAAGggh! It hurts!" She cried feebly, a horrendous ripping sound echoing from within her stomach, the skin stretching still thinner and thinner, the huge teardrop shape of her abdomen sinking lower as the weight forced the skin to distort yet more. Erzsabet reached out to the plant girl, her other hand pressed hard to the wailing surface, imploring her to soothe it.

"My lady...." Lychinea squeaked, placing one hand gently against the surface of Erszabet's belly - the final minuscule amount of pressure to cause it to give.
  
The vampire screamed as with a sickening pop her abdomen gave, a tsunami of blood ripping through the paper thin wall of her belly, gushing outward with such force that the oak wall facing her belly splintered, the chamber floor awash with gore as the vampiress wailed in agony, her scream dying in her throat as her eyes closed and her head lolled to the side. Everything went very, very quiet.

Lychinea scooted her body over to her deflated mistress, cradling her. "Milady...you'll heal...in time...and I'll keep the house for you until you do...." She laid her to rest in the blood that had so recently escaped her body. "I hope you will forgive me when you wake...."
  
The corpse let out a slight moan, and with a jerk shuddered horribly. Erszabet's eyes opened as her conscious returned, and a single tear dropped from them.

"...help me..." she whispered, her ruined body unable to move.

"My... bed..." she managed finally.