Meeting with a Vampiress

(cruel, vore, insertion)

The caterwauling and crying of the little pen was drowned out by a series of loud, sharp taps on the ground. Inside their cage, the tiny people struggled to peer out the thin gap at the lid of the box, to catch a glimpse of what they already knew was coming. Countess Mircalla sashayed very deliberately into the room, the deep arcs of her wide hips caused the train of her dress to swing like a pendulum; her eyes avoided the box, as if they were beneath her notice. An almost simultaneous wave of fear, and perhaps longing, washed over the the crowd at her entrance. Mircalla was incredibly statuesque, thanks in no small part to her relative size: she seemed an enormous mass of red fabric, lips, eyes, and pale, ashen skin and hair. Her hawkish, ageless face was placid and smiling, and it screamed a sense of smug security and total lack of fear.

The ancient woman had organised this little affair to unwind, with her favourite chair and an adequate supply of the tiny race prepped for her. It wasn't until she had settled her backside into the cushion that she acknowledged her prisoners, and with only a grin that exposed her terrible fangs.

"Finding you little things," she began narrating in her wry tone, "Has been such a treat for me."

The lady's slender fingers carefully unlatched the box, all the little men and women now huddled together at the back, naked, shivering and crying for mercy. Undiscriminating red talons stole away a man from the bunch, not even feeling his struggles. He was dangled before her pallid face, her eyes simultaneously cold and predatory.

"Of course I'm at no want for my meals, but there's something extraordinarily delicious about you... 'people'." Her tongue teased out each syllable from behind her sharp teeth, almost hissing or mocking her prey. That 'prey' was crying, although he was too scared to say anything resembling a sentence, which she found a damn shame; sometimes they'd get quite creative with her begging. "Au revoir," she purred in comfortable French as she tilted her head back and held him above her open maw. The fine red nail tips that had held him by the scruff let him go, and he fell right into her icy mouth. There was no warmth, no trace of life, just a cold, humid shivering blood scented breath. The delicate movements of her tongue, directed him hastily the back of her throat where he was swallowed whole. And the smug satisfaction on her scarlet lips only increased as he slithered down her esophagus.

Whoever could have guessed fairies were so delicious? If those poor sods hadn't made their little nests on her estate they'd still be free to flutter about as they please. But now their wings were clipped and they existed solely for her pleasure. At least, she supposed, their hive would live on, in the form of an apiary to ensure she'd never run dry of the morsels.

The next one she took was female, smaller than the previous. This maiden was not to be consumed so simply. "I wonder what you will taste like, dear," she thought out loud, instilling within the young woman the certainty that she would die. Mircalla's tongue tip wormed between her breasts, covering her chest in thick saliva and sending her shivering from the cold.

"P-please, d-don't," the fairy stuttered, her squeaky voice barely louder than the vampire's soft breathing.

"Oh? It can talk? It won't mean much, darling, but please continue."

This made her whimper. "Please..."

The countess slid the fairy into her mouth in a deft movement, wrapping her serpentine tongue around the frail body. Every squeeze eked out a little more of her flavour. They all tasted different, just like humans. The young girl's subtle character was... savoury, although she'd need more time to be sure. The remaining captives just stared in shock, the bulging of her worming tongue against her pale cheek was the only hint of something happening within, and their minds ran wild with exactly what it was.

The girl herself barely knew, only that the powerful muscle felt like it could tear her apart with a gentle flick. In the dark she lost her bearings, every direction equally as fleshy, moist, and ominously cold as death. But she knew that whichever way she went, it wouldn't help, and that her death was already sealed.

'Would she taste better swallowed whole, or drained of her blood first?' Mircalla thought to herself. There were so many ways to devour her treats, it was remiss of her to not experiment. Despite her advanced age, she wasn't quite sure what happened inside a vampire's stomach once something living was swallowed, although she gathered it wasn't pleasant; at least not for them. Making a choice, she swallowed her mouthful of saliva, taking the innocent maiden with it. The countess was already reaching for another morsel while she judged the aftertaste, not even thinking about the two prisoners deep inside her.

"Mmm, you look DIVINE," she hummed at a particularly handsome boy, greedily slipping him between her plump, ruby lips and cracking him open with an incisor like a chocolate with a caramel centre; his hollow body was swallowed along with the rest of them as she purred lasciviously. There were many reasons she adored the fairies.

The night went on, and the shrieking crowd gradually thinned. The lady of the estate had her special wine fetched, and the inebriation soon had her lounging like a Roman goddess, legs bursting from her dress and her slipper dangling from her toe, clumsily pushing more and more wingless fairies into her hungry maw. Some were swallowed whole, others had tiny nibbles taken of them before they were consumed, yet more had all their blood drained before being eaten. In her inebriated state her teasing became more overtly sexual, almost flirting with the tiny men and women she found appealing, and she loved that they couldn't do anything about even the most inappropriate advances.

"Oh my, now you are just absolutely adorable!" she exclaimed. This one was particularly charming to her, especially with his face puffy from tears and begging. "I could just eat you up..." He was moved closer, her thick lips close enough to swallow him up, her tongue peeking out past her fangs to taste him. "Which, funnily enough, might be your saving grace." The lady released, and he fell into her cleavage; it was not a warm embrace, but a cold, pale trap. "You're far too cute to eat now. Such a shame you mortals never last. In the meantime you'll be my own little puppy, at least until I get bored," Mircalla giggled, sipping on her wine. She stole another snack from the pen, slipping it into her mouth and chewing it very deliberately, smiling into her bosom the whole time. Her pet fairy began crying again, forced to watch her macabre meal.

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With a salivary pop, her finger left her tight lips and the last of her delectable Hors d'oeuvres were gone down her gullet. Her deafening sighed puffed out her chest, shaking the traumatised young man nestling there in the process. "Come here, pet," she purred, plucking him free and licking her slightly bloody lips. "I couldn't eat another bite... but..." Mircalla stealthily uncovered her womanhood, brushing the velvet dress past her thighs, "I still have a use for you." Like springing a trap, she viciously pressed the fairy tight against her labia, snickering a slightly drunk snicker. "Mhmm, very good... Although I think my 'puppy' is in some need of training."

The vampiress forced him, struggling, inside her, tracing the path along her lower belly with her opposite hand. "Ahh... good boy, keep struggling. Don't you dare stop."

He didn't, mostly out of fear and not duty; although it seemed he would be trained for the latter. Inside the Countess was not warm, but cold like a tomb. Nothing about her was welcoming, or gentle. Her muscular walls flexed and undulated against him, squeezing him tight, tight enough for him to pop. Her fingers pushed further in and constricted him against the flesh, straining his fragile body with their immense strength. Wide hips jiggled back and forth as she played with her boy toy, his struggles immensely satisfying; she couldn't help but chuckle, to smile at the thought of him being squeezed deep inside her. He belonged to her, he was her property. This young, adorable, innocent little fairy boy was being deflowered deep inside her, and she loved it.

With a loud, dripping climax, she shuddered and moaned on the chair. Her toes flexed and dropped the dangling shoe, her lips went tight and smiling. "Mhm... that was wonderful. Welcome to your new life, pet. Pet?" Mircalla's fingertips were still latched around his delicate, immobile body. She slowly pulled him out, his form hanging limply over her thumb. "Pet?" she shook him gently, in a failed attempt to wake him up. He was dead. "Such a shame..." she sighed, rolling her eyes. "Ah... I might as well." Tilting her head back, she dropped her former lover onto her tongue and promptly swallowed the final fairy. There were hundreds of other cute fairies that she could take, so there was no great loss tonight.

Countess Mircalla sighed and redoubled her lounging, tracing circles over her stomach with a great smile on her face. The vampiress absolutely loved undeath.