in a mood this morning and decided to write something based off a little RP my girl (@hunniehalo) and I have been writing. Anyway, enjoy the show!
Meridian stared at her wife, her plump legs pushed apart by her globular belly that sat between her legs. Her skin bathed in blue moon light. Blood trickled down her black corset. The metal buttons already broken and flung across the room. Meridian growled as the moon rose higher, hunger gnawing at her mind as she watched her wife devour her meal.
5 Blood bags. All in one sitting.
Most vampires needed only one-two a week, typical human transfusion. The older you got the less you needed. Some could even go years before they fed. And yet, sat her greedy wife, devouring five in one sitting. Enough to send an adult human into some kind of shock. Her wife, who was one of those old vampires who didn't need to feed for a century if she so desired. Her wife, a goddess. Though she was too shy to accept the tittle. Meridian didn't care, her wife was a goddess.
Her wife, whose honey walnut like skin bathed in blood right now. Her wife, whose breast had to sit upon her fertility status belly because she drank so much. Her wife's face cherubic, and panting and moaning as she consumed so much blood already on top of the venison steak, an entire pan of strawberry blood pudding, and strawberry blood cake her wife cooked for her the night before.
Her wife giggled. She rubbed her belly, sharp black claws beautifully attached to chubby hands. She played with the jiggly dome she referenced as her belly, shaking the fat underneath because that's all that had enough give. The chains binding Meridian to their bedroom wall started giving way bending underneath her strength. The strength of a werewolf on a blue moon. Her wife had wiggle her fat hips before managing to get up. She huffed throwing her jet black hair to the side. She waddled on her little feet to Meridian.
Meridian's mouth filled with drool, analyzing her beautiful, her beautiful prey. The scent of blood made her ache to tear something asunder. Oh, but her wife? Her wife made her want to make the most gut-wrenching and rearranging sex of their lives. Her wife edged closer, the scent of caradmon, cloves, and vanilla mixed in with blood. It was driving Meridian crazy. Warmth gathered in her pussy, pulsating with need. She growled, desperate for food, for access to her mate. Her claws gently scraped her scalp, slowly, before stretching out to give her head scratches.
"Oh, my poor baby. So hungry, and aroused for me."
"Viviene," Meridian growls. To any passerby, it sounded like a threat. Like a monster ready to devour its prey. To Viviene, it meant she had her prey right where she wanted her.
"Shhh, pretty girl, mama gonna take good care of her."
Viviene did have to maneuver a bit with this. Her belly was so full she was pretty sure she'd throw up if she tried laying on it. But riling up her wife was always worth it. So instead, she got on her side, forced her wife's legs apart, to make room for her head and pulled off her underwear. Slowly, Viviene stroke her wife's thighs, teased her vulva, before sucking on her clitoris.
The metal chains tore. Plaster flew from the wall. Her wife stared her down, eyes large, black, and unyielding. Viviene giggled. That certainly did it. Her wife's hands transformed from their typically slender state to large hairy paws with claws at the end. Viviene continued sucking as her wife's body enlarged with the transformation.
A rough claw gripped Viviene's head, demanding her presence on the clitoris. Viviene sucked harder, causing a roar that shook their very room. Meridian would be so upset about having to reinforce the wall...again. But Viviene knew that non-typical full moons such as blue or red ones often left her wife especially grumpy and achy. So, at the very least this was what she did to make the transformation...more pleasurable.
Rough groans filled the air as the shoved hand grew in crushing weight and suddenly stopped. Viviene could hear every muscle stretching, tearing, and fusing stronger. Her bones lengthening, breaking, and building back. The way her skin stretched and the hair follicles popping underneath. It sounded so painful and to not further her wife's pain Viviene licked her clitoris slowly.
She couldn't pop off seeing as her wife clearly wanted her there but she did slow down her pace, licked it, slowly drew her fangs over it. The scent of her wife, sandalwood, amber, and mint struck her nose mixed in with animal musk. An orgasm shuddered the large body and the hand popped off. Meridian had laid back against the pillows, shuddering and softly whimpering.
"Good girl," Viviene muttered. Meridian tiredly licked her face, licked the blood clean off her.
Viviene moaned and blushed. Meridian's stomach growled. Viviene grinned, revealing pearlescent canines in the moonlight. She shook her wife's empty belly. "Now, it's your turn to get stuffed."
(lemme know if yall wanna see more with these two!)
