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++THE VORPIRE AWAKENS++
PART I:
*BURP*
The belch echoes through the creepy underground ruins as Lucy expels all the excess air she accidentally swallowed along with that would-be rapist. She really surprised herself that she was able to eat the much larger futanari, especially as a first-time predator, but wow did it feel good. No wonder so many people got addicted to it… And if she was going to start eating other women, maybe she should experiment with growing a dick to fuck them first, too? Not that she had any idea how they do that.
Well, she wasn’t about to find out right now, as this heavy (and struggling!) burden rendered her completely immobile.
“You preds usually taunt their victim now, right?” Lucy asks her belly, only getting indistinct shouting noises in return. “Well, all I have to say is that turnabout is fair play! ...And also, fuck you for ruining my shirt on the way down.”
As Lucy mourns her broken blouse, the noises coming from her stomach redouble and another wave of novel pleasure hits her.
“Hnnn… This is digestion, isn’t it? Damn, it’s making me feel hot.”
With effort, she manages to wrap her arms around her bloated belly to reach her crotch below. With a lot of wiggling, she’s able to shirk her pants and undergarments to expose her moist slit to the cool subterranean air. This dark and spooky place isn’t exactly what she would normally consider a good spot for sexy fun times, but it was perfect for first evading predation and then turning the tables with an ambush.
She gives her cunt an exploratory rub, and moans as she discovers it to be extra sensitive.
“Heh, here’s that pussy you wanted so badly!” she teases her erstwhile predator, before thrusting her fingers into herself and masturbating. She had no idea if she could even be heard in her stomach, but the bitch was already starting to feel soft, so it didn’t matter.
Only a few minutes later, the sound of screaming from the stomach had faded as its contents completely liquified, about the same time that Lucy reached her climax.
“Oh… Ohhh… I’m—CUMMING!!!”
The sound of Lucy’s orgasmic screams echoed through the caverns.
Soon followed by an ominous *CRACK*
“What was that?!” Lucy gasped.
Then there was a grinding noise, then a *THUD*
The Vorpire was free.
The Vorpire was starving.
Lucy suddenly realized how little she could actually see down here in the darkness. Both she and the futa she just ate had been using their phones to light the way, but they’d automatically turned off leaving the room pitch black, and she struggled to find either of them.
She got one turned on just in time to notice the figure clinging to the ceiling above her.
It was small and humanoid, almost mistakable for an emaciated child but for its many distinctly inhuman features, like the large pointed ears, lack of a nose, pale grey skin that clung tightly to its bones, and absence of any sexual characteristics on its naked body.
Lucy only had a moment to take all this in before it dropped on her.
She screamed, and this was a mistake. The Vorpire grabbed her jaws and yanked them wide open with impossible strength for a body with literally no muscle. Without hesitation, it dived into her open gullet.
Lucy retched violently, for the Vorpire tasted of ash and excrement. In her retching, she started to vomit up parts of her meal, but the Vorpire immediately sucked them up itself, letting not a single drop go to waste. This give the Vorpire renewed vigor, and it continued to forcefully climb its way down Lucy’s throat.
The Vorpire finally reached its prize: the pre-digested feast inside Lucy's stomach. It swam inside the liquid remains joyously, taking massive sucking gulps of the nutrient-rich slurry. No matter how much it ate, it never ceased to hunger, nor did its body swell up with the absorbed material. All of its host’s prey’s lifeforce went to sustaining its ravenous spirit.
Lucy could only watch in horror as her belly shrank, without even a corresponding increase to her assets! It shrank and shrank, and eventually became painful as it contorted to wrap around the bony parasite. Meanwhile, the Vorpire swallowed the last bit of meal available to it and relaxed. For the first time in centuries, ever since it had been sealed away by the Vorpire-Hunters of old, it was satiated. It had laid dormant in the catacombs beneath the land where its castle once stood, awaiting the day when some foolish trespasser would provide the means for its resurrection, and that day had finally come. Now, with the smallest fraction of its power restored, it could move on to the next stage of its plan...
Lucy was surprised when her stomach contents began to liquefy again, far more rapidly than they had the first time. But instead of progressing to the absorption she had been looking forwards to, the liquid moved in the other direction. She vomited out a thick black bile that reeked and tasted of death, along with the clothes of her first prey. No sooner than her stomach emptied than the mess on the floor burst into green flames with a screeching sound that was disturbingly similar to the screams the futa while being digested. Now unburdened by any belly-weight, she fled the ruins as quickly as possible, forgetting even to bring her pants along.
She was soon found by a policewoman, who saw her disheveled state and half-correctly assumed she’d been attacked by a rapist, and quickly took her to a hospital. Unfortunately, nobody believed Lucy’s story. The police told her that she’d most likely been drugged, and that she was lucky to have escaped with her life despite that. They’d put out an APB for the rapist, but warned it was unlikely they’d be able to find anything—rape (particularly vore-rape) was an extremely common crime, after all, and any woman could become an unlicensed futa.
At least they managed to bring back my phone, Lucy thought as she failed to sleep for the rest of the night.
It wasn’t just the nightmares that kept her up, though: it was the fact that her first thought when she saw the woman who rescued her was how tasty-looking she was…