2015, All Rights Reserved. Fiona Thompson
….Keeping it Kinky
Sasha was a vampire slayer, but now she’s the vampire’s mate.
Knocked up and ready for action, Sasha’s body surges to new heights thanks to the magical spell Morgoth has on her. He wants to embarrass her, parade her around like a vampire trophy and he gets his wish.
But the further along she gets and as they edge toward their unholy wedding union, Morgoth’s feelings begin to change. Once he marries Sasha, Morgoth starts to feel something he hasn’t felt in centuries.
Love.
Before she gives birth Sasha will need to decide if she wants to be set free, or if she will stay behind and be Morgoth’s possession. Forever.
Becoming One
Her belly surged with life and growth. It brought her new heights of pleasure and pain. The vampires swelling inside of her where more than just creatures of darkness. They were evil and from the inside, Sasha could feel her destiny as a vampire slayer being corrupted. Destroyed.
She might never be able to do anything again other than think about her desires for sex, to obey Morgoth.
She laid on the bed, squirming as she moaned. Half in pleasure and half in pain. Sasha rubbed her belly all over as the vampires entered the room to watch her. Their eyes were all on her swelled belly, so high now it was like a giant mound, extending out in the air. Her breasts had grown into big melons and were full, engorged with milk that was part magic, part nutrition.
They all hungered for it. And for her. They wanted to make her theirs. See what it was like to bed a real human woman and knock her up with their devil off spring. Each of them had their own set of plans for her.
Sasha was beautiful, her skin glowing, as she writhed in pain and desire on the bed. Her hands traveled up and down the length of her body like she couldn’t control herself. Like something else was driving her on other than her own mind.
Her legs extended and her back arched as she cried out, putting her swollen dripping pussy on display. The creatures in her belly jetting out on the side in rhythmic time like they were desperate to be free.
The vampires licked their fangs, saliva gathering on the tip. “Enough.” Morgoth said as he pushed through the crowd. “No one gets her, no one touches her without my word. She is under my protection.”
“And how long will it be, Morgoth, before we get a taste of what it is like to make her swell with brethren? You’re not the only one who wishes for children to carry out the family legacy.”
“When I say.” Morgoth when nose to nose with his brother Mitchell. Didn’t care for him. Never had, in over five hundred years. “We will be still and let our brother through. Crane, come on now.”
Crane was a small vampire, not short and not full of power, but he had skills others didn’t. He crept by the bed and gazed down at Sasha who didn’t appear to even be paying attention to what was going on. Her hands crept down her body and stroked her pussy, but her belly was so full, Sasha was unable to penetrate herself.
It made her angry and she thrashed her head.
Crane touched her forehead and pushed her hair back. “I’m here to help you through this part of the pregnancy. But I need to touch you, if that’s all right.”
Sasha smirked with a moan. “Oh God, touch me. Please touch me.”
It wasn’t exactly what Crane meant, but gingerly he put his hands on Sasha’s belly. He closed his eyes and hummed as Sasha put her hands over his. Crane moved his hands, feeling at something.
“Well?” Morgoth asked and part of him was jealous, so jealous that Crane was touching his possession. The one who would be his forever.
“Three.” Crane’s eyes were still closed as he spoke. “Very big and ripe with evil. If she’s to survive the next process of the pregnancy she needs to feed.”
Morgoth raised his eyebrows. “I don’t want to turn her. That would defeat the purpose.”
Crane waved his finger. “I didn’t say turn her, but she needs blood. To strengthen her body. And the vampires that swell inside her. They are so evil, so corrupt, a human can’t carry them. Not without blood. Without the blood, she will go mad and die in a matter of days.”
Morgoth snapped his finger to fetch a servant. “Grab me a cup, of your best, and do it now.” He ordered. To Crane, he turned his attention again. “And when will she be full term?”
“A matter of days. A week at the most.”
“Then he wedding must happen at sun down tomorrow. Get the invitations, brothers. Make sure all the vampire covens are summoned. No one must miss me taking my queen.”
His brothers dispersed. Morgoth waited for his favorite servant to return with a golden goblet rich with blood. He sniffed it and was impressed it was still warm. “Leave us and we are not to be disturbed, no matter the sounds you hear from this room.”
Mary nodded. “Yes, Master.”
Morgoth stopped her for a moment and touched her ripe belly. “It will happen tonight, I can feel it. Report to the barn and make sure you are cleansed before birth. These babies are going to our most VIP buyer.”
She didn’t even bat an eye as she waddled away and Morgoth didn’t pity her. He scorned her for ever being broken so thoroughly. But he closed the door and sat down beside Sasha.
Her eyes were staring off at the ceiling as she slithered on the bed. “I won’t drink.” She was breathless. “But please take me, Morgoth. I can’t stand not to be touched by you any longer.”
“Drinking is the only way.” Morgoth put his hand under her head to lift her up. Sasha fought him, thrashing about. “You drink and I will pleasure you until you ask me to stop. But if you don’t drink, you will die. Do what I ask, Sasha and our lives together will start.”
“Please,” Sasha begged, “don’t ask this of me.”
“I don’t ask.” Morgoth growled against her skin. “I demand. I order. I take. Now you will drink, my darling.”
He held the goblet to her lips and forced them open. Despite her protests, she did drink. She gulped it down and went ‘hmmm’. “It’s warm. It’s delicious Morgoth.”
Sasha used her finger to clean her lips and lick it clean. Morgoth swelled in his pants to watch her so corrupted. He pushed her down on the bed and straddled her in a matter of moments.
She bit her lip and was deliciously beautiful. Morgoth kissed her, forcing his tongue inside her mouth, tasting the human blood still lingering. It drove him on, brought the monster out in her. He snarled and held her down.
He went at her like she was a piece of meat. Forcing her legs open and took her without any words. No permission was needed. She was his now, until the end of time.
Making love to her was everything and Morgoth pierced her skin gently with his fangs taking one tentative drink.
Sasha gasped a shaking breath of air. “Oh, my master…” Her legs went high around his waist and her hands pushed on his lower back. She pushed him in deeper, further than before. Sasha moaned and nibbled on his ear. “Harder, faster. Now, my master.”
Morgoth brought his mouth over and down, finding the firm hard nipple extended from her breast. It was time to drink her milk for the first time. His first taste.
Sasha gasped and her hand ran through his hair, forcing his head down hard, holding him there as he suckled. At first the milk came slow, but then it came faster, flowing like the faucet had been turned on.
Magical, almost better than blood, Morgoth felt the surge of strength traveling through his veins. He came inside her then, it came so hard and fast, Morgoth nearly blacked out and he almost missed Sasha’s screaming until he could feel it.
Morgoth could feel her belly surging beneath him with power.
He rolle
d over so he could watch. Placing his hands with dangerous claws on Sasha’s rapidly growing belly. Her back arched and her arms spread wide as the belly expanded and grew with each breath.
The belly button popped from her body and the belly was as extended as anything Morgoth had ever seen before.
“What have you done to me?” Sasha asked, for the first time she seemed lucid about who she was. What he was and her situation.
Morgoth stroked her face. “Sleep, Sasha. Sleep.” He waved his fingers over her eyes and just like that she fell into a deep trance like sleep. Only moaning as her stomach surged with kick after kick from the unholy off spring in her body.
It didn’t matter if Sasha came out from the haze of the spell he put on her. Soon they would be wed. And then she would lose all choice. All free will.
Sasha would be his forever.
Corruption
Sasha couldn’t believe what she had allowed herself to do.
In the morning, the vampires moved her into a rocking chair by a window. They thought sunlight would do her good, but Sasha’s body didn’t crave sunlight anymore. It craved darkness. Sex. And blood. Glorious blood.
Maybe she wasn’t a vampire, but the evil of her offspring were making her think like one. Sasha had only contempt for herself, for what she allowed to happen. And for the creatures surging in her belly.
Everything hurt now. Her breasts ached with uncommon milk for the creatures. And her lower back hurt from how much weight she was carrying. All Sasha could do in the rocking chair was hold her moving mound of a belly, feeling the evil deep inside of her. Feeling their claws trying to protrude from her body.
Sasha moaned and undid her bathrobe, allowing the glorious, monstrous belly to go free. The babies wanted freedom, but for her there never would be again.
“M’lady?” One of the pregnant servants came to fetch her. “It’s time to get you into your wedding dress.”
Sasha rose slowly, gripping the rocking chair arm rests tightly, as she soared her body into the air. Her bathrobe was still open and her growing breasts split the fabric open and away from her glowing belly. Sasha held her lower back as she walked. It seemed almost unfathomable that she could still walk at all.
“Blood first. The babies are starving.”
The servant sadly shook her head. “Master has deemed only after the wedding.”
So he suspected how badly she needed it. Jerk. Monster.
So why did Sasha crave to see him so badly?
Wedding
Most woman craved a wedding on a summer day, but Sasha’s wedding was to take place underground on a darkened cavern with an evil, satanic priestess. It would ensure that Sasha never left Morgoth’s side again.
She was dressed in a black ball gown. It could barely contain her growing breasts and her soaring belly. Her crown was made of thorns and black dried out flowers. Sasha’s hands were handcuffed in front of her as Morgoth slipped a black diamond collar around her neck.
“Soon we won’t need any of these things.” Morgoth said as he gripped the handle of her collar. “Soon we’ll use them just for pleasure.”
Sasha didn’t say anything but only looked away.
Morgoth touched her belly and Sasha held back a moan from the pain, and from how she desired him. “How must it feel to have so much evil growing inside of you?”
Glorious, but Sasha didn’t answer. Instead she stumbled forward as Morgoth pulled her from the room into the deep twisted caverns of the dining hall. There were fine dressed vampires everywhere.
They all stared at her. Some bowed their heads and others gave her mocking smiles. Sasha’s face blushed bright from humiliation. Morgoth got what he wanted. It was clear he wanted her to know who won and who lost.
Well Sasha got it. She did. And she wanted to kill him.
Almost as much as she wanted to kiss him.
Morgoth helped her up a rock platform and from there, her hands cuffs were straightened over her head and she was fastened to a rock. It jetted her belly out so far, Sasha could barely draw a breath that wasn’t shaking. All the eyes of the vampires were on her moving belly and Sasha could see the lust in their eyes.
All the woman wanted to be her. All the men wanted a chance with her.
Sasha kept her eyes closed as the wedding drew on. The priest arrived and Morgoth’s hands took Sasha’s body. Rubbing it and stimulating it so when it was time for her to mutter an I do, Sasha did without thinking about it.”
“I do!” Sasha blurted out, her head tilted backwards. The babies were kicking so much and moving so fast, Sasha was afraid they might drop out of her right then.
“You are now vampire master and servant. Joined together in darkness. May your children corrupt all that is good with evil.”
Morgoth didn’t kiss her. Instead he pulled the dress down off one arm and it exposed one taught, tight breast. Her nipple was ripe for the taking. And boy, did he take it. There was nothing Sasha could do, but groan as thunderous applause broke out all around them. The vampires started forming a line and Sasha didn’t know why.
“You will all sample my bride.” Morgoth said, holding his hands on her like she was property. “Just a small one. Tell her welcome home!”
Sasha’s heart pounded in fear. Some vampires took a drink of milk, while others pierced her flesh. Some rubbed her belly, and others took her from the rear. Sasha was helpless except to rock back and forth, enjoy the ectacy of it all.
When it was over, she was exhausted and Morgoth carried her like a loving husband back to his room. He laid her on the bed and removed her crown and all of the dead flowers.
Sasha could barely keep her eyes open. “Are you going to force yourself on me now?” She asked with a tired yawn.
“Sleep now.” Morgoth kissed her hands. “Not now, but later. For now, regain your strength.”
Morning Sunshine
In the morning, Sasha was allowed to sleep as late as she wanted. When she awoke, there was a fresh cup of blood by her bed and a note from Morgoth that he would check on her later after business. Just the way a husband would check in on his wife. Like a dotting caring man, except that wasn’t who he was at all.
After breakfast, Sasha pulled her legs free of her comforter and was surprised at how much it hurt. Her hips were widening. Cracking. Sasha moaned and gripped her belly, unable to believe how big it really was. Sasha reared back and struggled to her feet. Her belly so big now, her chest was thrown backwards and her waddle, painful.
Instead of a woman, she was a belly. An incubator for these horrible creatures. And they led her around. Crashing their feet into her ribs, her bladder. Everything hurt. Felt cramped. Sasha couldn’t wait to be free of them.
But then would she have to free them? Love them? Sasha wasn’t sure she could.
Sasha found a blue dress and put it on. It tented out just enough to accommodate her fresh belly growth, but was tight enough you could see her mound pressing against the fabric. The soft blue hued fabric moved up and down with every kick and every breath she took.
Sasha’s hair was curly that morning and she slipped a headband on and stepped onto the terrace. Her eyes hurt from the sun, but Sasha didn’t turn away from it. She wanted to love the sun. She wanted to be in it. She wanted goodness and purity.
All the things that weren’t hers anymore.
Tears fell from her eyes and she was startled by the voice that called out to her from inside the bedroom. “You’re beautiful. So much more beautiful than I ever gave you credit for.”
Sasha supported her belly with her hands. “Morgoth? I didn’t hear you get back.”
“In the morning sun you’re beautiful. I wish I could join you out there.”
Sasha waddled inside with careful steps. “I can join you in here then. We haven’t consummated our marriage yet, you know.” She reached for him, but Morgoth recoiled and Sasha scowled. “You’re displeased with me?”
What more did she have to do?
Morgoth sho
ok his head. “Displeased with myself. I wanted to punish you. Show the vampires I could bed a slayer and corrupt her. And I have.” Morgoth scowled. “We were wed and I watched others use you like an object. I watched you suffer.”
Sasha didn’t know what he was getting at so she was quiet, rubbing her belly.
“And I hated it. Something happened when we were married, and I…can’t wish you harm anymore. If we consummate this marriage, you will turn. That sweetness I was so desperate to corrupt will be destroyed.”
He turned his back to her. “I will help you birth these babies, but after that you must go. I can’t do this to you, I fear. Some part of me must…”
“Love me?” Sasha reached for his hand and Morgoth tried to pull it free, but Sasha wouldn’t let him. “I want to be with you. Can’t you see that? Couldn’t you feel it when we were wed?”
“From dark magic. Spells.” Morgoth shook his head. “This is not who you are.”
“But I want you.” Sasha stroked his face and Morgoth trembled under her touch. “I need you. I need to be with you. And inside me. Please, Morgoth. You cannot set me free.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying!” Morgoth, enraged shoved her.
Sasha shoved him back, harder, and he slammed into the wall. “I’m a vampire slayer. Do you really think you can overpower me?” They were nose to nose and Sasha couldn’t take it. She needed him. Needed him to kiss her. And most of all she wanted Morgoth to need her.
“Seems I already have. You’ve been under lock and key. You are swelling with my children. This all happened because I over powered you.”
“Then proof it.” Sasha taunted him. “Take me. Make love to me and prove to me that I am yours. That I am no ones but yours. Morgoth, I am yours, you have to just take what I am offering to you.” Sasha took his hand and put her over her breast.
Morgoth sighed and glanced away. “I am weak. I beg forgiveness, Sasha. For what I am about to do.”
Sasha’s breath was gasped away as Morgoth spun her and slammed her ass down on the dresser. He gripped her legs, lifted up her dress, and pressed his cock into her with force. There was no romance, no sweet nothings.
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