Morissa cupped her hands against her large, plump belly, squeezing it between her palms, as if in denial that this could be real. Sure enough it was, as the belly fat squished and bulged underneath her hands as she beheld as her belly was of such size, it possessed both a paunch and a haunch for the former to rest upon. Then again, it was a bit hard to see past her large, fat breasts which could no longer keep a pert shape and rested against the top of her belly's curve. Her ass, however, seemed to prove the centerpiece as it sunk into an impressive impression in the fine mattress of the bed. As she got up to look at it herself in the mirror closer, Morissa could see just how far out from her body, as well as it's impressive, full diameter and how much it jiggled as she stood up. Her pale face flushed red in embarrassment and rage as she beheld her new body. Her once elegant, refined figure now was positively ruined! And all because of a damned dragon. As much as she wanted to punish "Mariska" she knew that there was no chance in hell that she could ever slay a dragon. She was not some shining Paladin of The Blessed who could take off her head with a simple crack of her sword but if she was, ohh she would-
There was a pregnant pause as Morissa thought to herself. Of course! She may not have had the power to stand against a Dragon, but if the annals of myth and history books she had read in her long years proved to be true, a hero of good intent could slay that dammed dragon. She would find such a man, someone good and pure and gullible and lead whoever it may be onward to garner the power to slay Mariska and get her revenge. A wicked fanged smile slowly formed on Morissa's pale face as she imagined the look on Mariska's decapitated head as her eye stared up, cold and dead, at the women she never should have wronged. The elvish vampiress brought a hand up to her mouth and laughed crulely as she continued to daydream of her playing the role of an innocent accursed maiden who would help lead this fool-hero to victory!
However her laughter was interrupted as she moaned aloud, feeling Natasha's magical fingers penetrate the silence...among other things. She closed her eyes halfway and eyed the enthralled beauty with lust as she smiled playfully, her fangs visible even as her mouth remained closed.
Hero searching could wait, Morissa thought as, despite her new, tubby body, she glided back into bed and once more, she indulged in her carnal desires.
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Morissa set out in the morning. Instead of her favourite cloak (Which she, of course outgrew), she took to wearing a simple, but still well designed petticoat with some fine leather boots. Her coat, despite being crafted for her over a good few days to match her figure, was still a bit tight and she felt embarrassed that it seemed to show off her ponderous and jiggly belly. The buttons struggled just to come together fully over her fat breasts, which jiggled modestly underneath. Her trousers also felt painfully tight as her thick, fat legs felt constrained in the fabric as her thighs and upper legs rubbed against the material and her exceptional rear stretched and tightened the poor article in back, as if calling attention to any passing suitors with it's sultry and large shape. As much as she enjoyed her wealth and elegance, she did not lack the sense to know just what an adventure would call for. It would be quite a journey, but she knew that would only help make the end result of her plan for vengeance much more satisfying. She wore a cowl over her head to help hide her piercing, cat like red eyes. She didn't want to risk drawing attention to herself, even if no one would really expect to see a vampire on an overcast day, never mind in broad daylight. Morissa mused to herself at how easy it was for normal mortals to so quickly assume that Vampires shriveled and died in the sun. In reality, Vampires stayed to the night due to the cover of stealth darkness brought about and avoided sun due to the fact it interfered with their innate powers, such as shape-shifting into bats or mist and regeneration. Whatever helped to give them hope, she mused once more.
The nearest township, Ngvar, rested a few mere miles by foot, nestled between burgeoning farmlands and plentiful forestation. It was said that the reason the town itself housed so many trees within itself was because as it was founded and roads were being paved, trees would magically spring from specific spots in the ground and no matter how many of them were cut down for lumber, another would spring up in that same spot. The founding villagers essentially gave up and since built the village around the trees. Since then, the people of Ngvar established a belief of living alongside nature, rather than forcing it to obey their whims and respected the trees and animals that lived within the town's provinces. Morissa found this ideology quaint.
The elven vampire looked studiously at the people from beneath her cowl. Somewhere, somehow, she would find a fitting fighter to aid her. Her boots splashed against thin puddles of water on the ground as she pondered weather or not she would find someone fitting for the task of dragonslaying. True, it would take a great investment of her time, but as both an elf and a vampire she had much to afford. She looked upon the town's Great Church, wondering if there, she could find someone, a fledgling warrior, who couldn't resist aiding her out of the goodness of their heart.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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