Appetite of the Bloody Countess
 
 
The Assassin class servant, Carmilla, the alias of the countess known as Elizabeth Bathory, wandered gloomily through Chaldea.
 
Since she had been summoned, she had faithfully followed her master's orders, and assisted them on their journey to save the world. To be honest, Carmilla didn't really care about the preservation of humanity, but she was satisfied with the idea of pleasing her master no matter what. Not to mention that perhaps, with this act of kindness, her past crimes would be forgiven.
 
No. Carmilla knew it was useless. She was a selfish, sadistic, proud vampire who had always indulged in the sinful path of violence, and she would have followed it again without a second thought if it wasn't for the person who summoned her. But as great as her loyalty was, Carmilla was reaching her limit.
 
When was the last time she had delighted in fresh blood? When was the last time she had played with a maiden the way a cat plays with a mouse before putting an end to its life? To make matters worse, her new home, Chaldea, was filled with the most beautiful women she had ever seen, who simply set her demonic instincts on fire.
 
At least once in a while she could enjoy some time alone, when she could clear her mind. She didn't like to be too far away from her master, who always invested a lot of time, effort and resources on her, but this person was usually always surrounded by pre...women.
 
"Oh, Carmilla! Why don't you join us? We've just returned from a mission," The vampire heard a cheerful voice calling her.
 
The Countess saw that she was in the corridor to Chaldea's canteen, and the voice that had called her came from one of the tables there. Occupying the chairs were a group of fellow servants: the Riders Boudica and Francis Drake, the Berserkers Florence Nightingale and Minamoto no Raiko, and the Casters Xuanzang Sanzang and Scheherazade.
 
"Well....I'm just passing by...." Responded the vampire, feeling a bit awkward.
 
"Oh, I insist!" Boudica stood up and walked over to her, pulling her along happily and placing her in an empty chair next to hers.
 
The women began to chat happily again, sometimes trying to insert Carmilla into the conversation, but the noblewoman just nodded quietly, not even paying attention to their words. On one side, Boudica's juicy breasts bounced close to her face, and on the other, Raikou's planet-like spheres.
 
Before she could notice, Carmilla felt a drop of saliva run from her chin and drip onto her hand. She scratched the table restlessly with her long blue fingernails.
 
"Are you all right, sea bat?" Drake asked, in her usual over-the-top way. "You look pale...I mean, more than usual..."
 
"If you're hungry, let me fix you something.... It's never too late to get acquainted with British cuisine!" Boudica gave a warm, helpful smile.
 
"British cuisine? Oh, I'll certainly try it out..." And to everyone's surprise, Carmilla stuffed Boudica's head into her mouth. The red-headed queen didn't even have time to react as Carmilla began to swallow her shoulders and make a monstrous effort to lift her body, so voluptuous it almost bordered on fat.
 
Luckily for the vampire, the other women were too paralyzed by the shock of the scene they were watching to do anything to stop her. She kept swallowing that tasty body in her own time, and despite the difficulty, enjoyed every second of it.
 
Eventually, Carmilla managed to swallow Boudica's body whole, sending the redhead into her stomach:
 
"Your British cuisine certainly was delicious, Queen of Victory. OOOOOOOOOOOURP! Uh, but apparently it's as greasy as a sow!"
 
"C-C-Carmilla, what have you done...." Was all Raiko, who was the woman closest to the vampire, could say.
 
The Countess turned to the Berserker, the wonderful japanese woman's tits making her mouth water. She swallowed Raiko's head as she had done with poor Boudica, swallowing the rest of her body with a carnivorous rush and excitement. Raiko's motherly bust, larger even than Boudica's, proved soft and easy to swallow. The warrior's slender waist offered no difficulty, and her ass, which was not without immensity, was not as large as her breasts.
 
The vampire swallowed Raikou whole with a painful GULP, the other women being able to see the Berserker's outlined body slowly descend the esophagus, almost clogging up the organ. Finally, Minamoto no Raiko was deposited into Carmilla's now even larger belly. The iron lines around the Assassin's dress, already bent and pushed by Boudica's body, now found themselves on the verge of collapse.
 
Carmilla looked at the remaining women with a maniacal smile. Her yellow eyes had a devilish glow, and saliva dripped from various corners of her mouth, dripping onto the woman's bountiful white breasts.
 
"So....who's next?"
 
"You've gone crazy, sailor!" Claimed Francis Drake. "I wouldn't condemn such behavior if we were on a desert island, but, by Davy Jones' Chest, we're in a goddamn cantina!"
 
"I know, but I'm just....eating the bigger pieces, if I you know what I mean," Carmilla put her hands on Drake's shoulders and stared her in the eyes. Her gaze then descended to the pirate's cleavage, and Carmilla licked her lips.
 
"Hey, you sea bat, you better let go of me!" Drake tried to reach for her weapons, but chains coming out of Carmilla's dress wrapped around her arms, immobilizing her.
 
"You know, Drake, swallowing that hog and that cow made my throat sore. But don't worry: there are other roads to your destination."
 
The other women ran to try to save their friend, but with a snap of her fingers, a group of ghostly armors appeared between the servants and the vampire:
 
"These are the ghosts of some of those who remained faithful to me until the end. There is a limit to how many times I can summon my warriors, but I believe that to eat my meal in peace, it cannot be helped..."
 
Taking advantage that the other servants were busy, Carmilla turned her attention to Francis Drake. The vampire's chains pulled her down, forcing her to her knees. After that, Carmilla turned her back to her prisoner, pulling up her dress and pushing part of her robes away, revealing not only the countess's large snow-white buttocks, but also her anus.
 
Carmilla brought her anus closer to the pirate's face, who screamed and cursed as the Assassin's organ expanded as it touched her, quickly encompassing her entire head. As Drake cursed and struggled in indignation, Carmilla moaned loudly as her anus consumed the rest of the Rider. The vampire's ass sucked on the generous bust of her prey so efficiently that she seemed to taste its deliciousness.
 
The more the countess sat on Drake, the more she moaned and sweated, the pleasure leaving her on the verge of an orgasm. Her ass had already reached the victim's waist, and Carmilla was inches away from the floor. Suddenly, the vampire stood up a little, Drake's legs and ass the only parts of her body still exposed. Sitting on the pirate would no longer make a difference.
 
Carmilla closed her eyes and with a visible effort, controlled her anal movements to suck the rest of her prey. The effort worked, and slowly, Francis Drake's boot-covered legs and feet disappeared into the countess' ass.
 
The servant moaned even more, finally climaxing, expelling a puddle of her fluids on the floor. Carmilla straightened her clothes and stood up straight. She could feel the pirate's body crossing the reverse path to her stomach. She finally arrived, the vampire's already huge belly expanding even more and the iron revestment of her dress giving way completely, breaking and leaving her huge white belly completely exposed.
 
The other servants finally defeated the ghost warriors, but it was not easy. The opponents proved surprisingly resilient, and the women needed a lot of mana to knock them all out.
 
"That woman....Carmilla," Said Florence Nightingale, to herself aloud. "That twisted personality...that swollen abdomen...I see, she's certainly sick!"
 
"Don't go there, Florence," warned Scheherazade. "She's dosn't have a cold or a headache, she ate our friends!"
 
"Foolishness! Her monstrous appetite is certainly the sign of an illness, and I will cure her even if one or both of us has to die for it!"
 
The nurse took confident steps towards the Bloody Countess, while Sanzang and Scheherazade watched, too weakened by the previous fight to help the Berserker and hoping that Nightingale's "cure" would result in Carmilla's death.
 
"Vampire Carmilla! No....Elizabeth Báthory! Three adult women are far more than your body needs to ingest in a healthy diet!"
 
"Frankly, calling me by that name and wanting to suppress my actions....you are not without your foolishness, but you are certainly a brave woman!" A giant iron maiden appeared behind Florence. "But this is your end! Phantom Maiden!"
 
The nurse simply turned around and hit Carmilla's Noble Phantasm with a punch so powerful that it instantly disintegrated.
 
"Now's the time for your treatment!" Nightingale squeezed the vampire's belly so violently that she couldn't help but let out a painful burp.
 
The Berserker kept pressing, while Carmilla groaned in pain, unable to react. The vampire felt something crawl up her chest and neck, her cheeks swelled, a sour taste dominating her mouth. The vampire swallowed back the part of her prey that Nightigale had forced up, the head outlining against the skin of the vampire's neck.
 
"Oooh...repulsive...."
 
"This is a serious problem...well, if this method doesn't work," Nightingale revealed a knife. "We're going to need more intense treatment."
 
Carmilla despaired. She had certainly underestimated the Berserker class, and now she was going to learn her lesson in an extremely painful way...
 
Florence then stopped. The nurse dropped her knife and ran to the vampire's belly, putting her pressing her ear against it:
 
"The three patients in there are in a critical situation! Your treatment can wait until later," Nightingale shoved her arm down Carmilla's throat with violence, nearly choking the predator.
 
She climbed onto the countess's massive belly and forced her way into her mouth and throat, entering willingly. In a few seconds, Nightigale entered down to her waist, and then crawled the way down the vampire's esophagus until her entire body was inside the tube. Carmilla coughed heavily, her throat extremely sore from the nurse's invasion.
 
"That was a stroke of luck....Florence Nightingale, if it wasn't for her impressive dedication to her profession, this would have been the end of me."
 
Carmilla took a deep breath. Her heavy belly was carrying four women, but there were still two left. She looked at Sanzang, who automatically got into a fighting stance. The monk's injuries were visible, which proved that Carmilla's warriors had caused her quite a bit of trouble.
 
"I know how it all works, Casters beat Assassins...but even I can beat a wounded woman."
 
"Don't underestimate the power of Buddha! Take that!" Sanzang threw a powerful punch towards the vampire's tyrannical belly, but the vampire's chains wrapped around his arm before he could hit anything.
 
Scheherazade turned her face away as soon as she saw her friend's arm being swallowed. This was too much for her. She wasn't even a fighter! With her eyes closed she listened, trembling, to the disgusting sounds that resulted from swallowing a person whole. Scheherazade knew it was over when she heard a loud GULP and a satisfied sigh.
 
"It's useless to fight, fool," Carmilla said to her quivering gut disturbed by Sanzang's movements. "I enfused my Noble Phantasm to the inside of my stomach, and also triggered my vampirism in the area inside it. The most you're going to get out of this is GUH! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOURP! Uh, I told you it was useless..."
 
Carmilla turned to the only remaining prey on the canteen, unable to avoid laughing at the pathetic sight that was the Caster.
 
"You look very full, Lady Carmilla....wouldn't you prefer if I entertained you while you digest?"
 
"It's not like I'm going to give up tasting your beautiful body, full or not."
 
"C-can we talk about this for a while, no? I'll tell you my thousand and one stories, and when I'm done, feel free to eat me!"
 
"Or I can just read the book while my stomach erases you from the Throne of Heroes forever." Said Carmilla, licking her lips and grabbing the meek Caster by the shoulders.
 
The countess swallowed Scheherazade's head, who screamed in terror. The vampire reached the woman's delicious, ample breasts and tasted them for a long time before swallowing them and leaving for the rest of her torso. The chocolate twins that formed the woman's ass certainly didn't lose to her breasts in size, and although less soft, they were extremely delicious.
 
Poor Caster was gobbled down completely, and Carmilla looked both proud and slightly embarrassed at her accomplishment. It took some time to process the fact that SIX women were crammed inside her stomach.
 
"What would my master say? But I still feel I can fit more servants inside my iron lady, huhuhu..."
 
 
 
...
 
 
 
You, the Last Master of Chaldea returned whistling happily from the simulation room and entered one of the main halls of the base. And what you found was chaos.
 
The floor was adorned with various gooey garments, some which you recognized immediately being a skull mask, a purple cloth that covered the eyes of a certain Rider and the gold pieces of the last Pharaoh of Egypt, the gauntlet of the Queen of the Amazons, the hair ornaments of a Chinese Lancer, among others. But what was most striking about the commotion was the servant holding a massive belly at the center of it.
 
Carmilla had Salome's upper half out of her mouth when she spotted her master, quickly swallowing the Berserker whole, who went down with a squeal full of delight.
 
"Master! This is not what it looks like! I can explain! I was just BOAOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUURP!!!" The vampire let out an imposing belch and Da Vinci's gauntlet flew out of her mouth, falling to the floor covered in gastric juice. The last remnant of a servant of incomparable genius and fame.
 
You looked sadly at the gauntlet. Caster was one of Chaldea's most vital figures, and things would be a bit difficult without her, to say the least. Carmilla's eyes stared at the ground. She was visibly embarrassed. You came closer and could see that it wasn't just her stomach that had grown. Bust, butt, and thighs were all parts of the vampire that had enlarged, probably a result of some of her prey having already been digested.
 
Carmilla expected a repression, but found herself surprised when her dear master embraced her huge white belly. The vampire could not contain a warm, almost angelic smile. Her Master's caresses caused her to let out a hot, satisfied and sour burp, but the Countess was not ashamed this time. Under your gentle hands, many more would echo through Chaldea that day.