Attraction's Affliction

--Artwork by tousen--

“You guys ever get that painful feeling?”

“Painful feeling? About what?”

“Weren’t you listening!? That painful feeling, you know, when you fall so in love with someone, but you know there isn’t a chance in hell you’ll be with them.”

“Oh, that. Nah, I never had that.”

“Ha, I bet, no I know Rick has! Right man? Hey, Rick? You listening Rick!”

Halloween night, a painful night full of painful memories of a painful love he held for a woman he could never have. Though not responding to his friends’ eerily relevant topic of discussion, he heard it all, and it made him wince a bit. He knew that feeling all too well. It had been almost 10 years since he had last seen her, and yet the pain of that attraction still lingered within him, running rampant in his thoughts most nights, made worse on this night. After all, Halloween was when he came so close, but also the last night he saw her before she disappeared forever—the blood red moon of that night an ominous omen of what would become his bleeding heart.

“Yo, earth to Rick!”

“Y-Yes! I’m listening.” Rick finally responded. His friend Cody was nearly yelling next to his ear.

“You always get like this when we go out on Halloween. You are specially bad this time though, what is up?” Cody asked.

“It’s just,” Rick paused, looking out the window of the bar, the sound of the crowds at the Halloween bash fading into the background. “This moon. It brings up some… aggravating memories.”

“He is thinking about that woman again Cody.” Rick’s other friend Steve rightfully assumed.

“Oh come on Rick, you gotta get over her already.” Cody said, sounding exhausted over his friends’ bizarre obsession that had thrown him into such a sorry state. “You’re good looking. You could get plenty of other women, that you know, are actually around and interested in you.”

Rick was rather handsome. Clean-cut, creamy skin, decently built. He had an attractive face, his jawline a highlight, blue eyes accentuating his attractive mug. Along with his trendy sweater-jacket, form fitting dark jeans, and cotton shirt displaying the logo of the latest heavy-hitting rock band sensation, he fit the bill for your typical college heartthrob. That said, Rick never used it to his advantage. He hardly ever dated, and when he did it never lasted long.

“That girl… was so long ago Rick.” Cody continued. “And the house is abandoned! She is never coming back. She might be dead for all we know.”

“Don’t say that!” Rick yelled with a lump in his throat, grabbing the collar of Cody’s shirt. Sweat began to trickle down the front of his head.

Cody smacked away Rick’s hand. “Dude what is your deal!? If you are going to be like this all the time just stop going out with us! Go home! Or better yet, go crawl back to that creepy mansion again and sniff around for that woman you’re obsessed with, like the love-sick puppy you are!”

“Okay that’s enough Cody! Let’s just go.” Steve said, separating the two. He then turned to Rick. “I think Cody is right man. Just go home and get some rest. Forget about all this.”

As both his friends walked away deeper into the crowd of dressed up party-goers, Rick decided it probably was best if he just headed home. He took a taxi and halfway back, a pain in his gut that hit him whenever he thought too much about the woman returned. He knew he wasn’t too far away from the mansion and against his better thoughts he decided to be dropped off at the place. As he closed the car door behind him he was met with the sight that had been a blight on his life for far too long.

The mansion stood there like an ominous monolith on top of the hill. Its shadow under the moon ran down towards him, touching the tips of his shoes. Rick felt that if he were to step within the dark shadow that he would be devoured by all the pain this place brought him, so much so that he would go mad from it. It was poetic really, he had been living with the oppressive shades of this place and now he stood before it with maybe the intention to settle it once and for all. Or maybe he was simply hoping for a happy ending, even though he knew there could be none. He desperately wanted to know what had happened to the woman that became a plague on his mind.

Before there was nothing but love, but now there was mostly pain. This pain had brought him back—it was time he faced it.

As Rick stepped into the shadow of the mansion he was enveloped in fear. He was strong though and pressed on. He could feel it in his gut, each step brought him closer to the answers he sought. The dilapidated remnants of the structure and dead grass of the lawn made it feel like he was walking into a graveyard of his past. So many days spent staring at her from this lawn. So many times being met with that infectious smile and hypnotizing gaze. Rick thought back on all that came before, to the day where their eyes first met.

Back when Rick was 12 and had just moved to town he made friends quickly with both Steve and Cody. His first time biking around the neighborhood with them he saw the mansion, and it stopped him dead in his tracks. The mansion was truly the crown jewel of the neighborhood. It looked unlike any other building in the area, an unavoidable sight whenever one passed it; large, towering pointed roofs with exquisite Germanic masonry and vibrant red-brown brickwork.

The building was said to be the dwelling of a rich foreign woman, who had moved there very long ago. She kept mostly to herself and many said she stayed looking young even up to her death. Her daughter had inherited the mansion afterwards, and to everyone’s surprise she seemed a spitting image of her mother. Most paid little attention to it as she too kept to herself. Whenever she would go out, she’d venture elsewhere to spend her time. She had no friends within the neighborhood and never tried making any. Despite being distant from the locals, that never kept her from delivering a pleasing smile to any that might look her way as she entered or exited her residence.

On that fateful day when Rick first laid eyes on the mansion, he also laid eyes on her. His heart was immediately captured by her beauty, by that ensnaring curl to her lips. She stood out on the porch, hands held together in a refined manner, and stared out across the neighborhood from the top of her hill, which loomed like a castle above the rest of the nearby houses. As she scanned the landscape, her eyes eventually met Rick’s. Once locked on, he couldn’t look away. The rest of the world was burned from the peripherals of his vision and all he could see was her and that fine face of hers bearing seductive crimson eyes that shined like rubies.

She was the epitome of beauty, an exotic woman like none he had ever seen. Even the ladies within the dirty magazines his Dad owned couldn’t compare. Her pale, powder white skin—while one might usually call sickly, hers gave off no impression—had an enticing sheen to it. Her body appeared to be not much taller or even older than himself, having the appearance of a buxom, 14 year old girl. Even so, it was easy to tell she was a woman, one blessed with seemingly eternal youth the locals would say. The woman’s very long, shiny, silver hair was tied into a ponytail through a large, striped ribbon fixed to a fancy headdress on top of it all, allowing others full view of her face through her swept bangs.

As Rick scanned the extremely thin and delicate contours of the woman’s body, he naturally became transfixed on her lavish outfit that hugged her curving, hourglass shape tightly. She wore a soft, blackish-purple evening dress; thin, pink stripes running vertically down it, with a big, heavy skirt colored the same. A brighter, pink underside to the long, puffy, bell-shaped dress peeked out of the bottom and covered her feet. The top of the skirt was adorned in several tiers of frilly borders to the upper dress, while a couple long, silver ones crossed each other along the lower canvas as well as trimmed the edges of the bottom rims of the garb. A giant, pink sash tied into a bow around the rim of her waist rested elegantly on the side of the extravagant dress. The striped ribbon on her head was colored the same purple with hot-toned pink as the rest of her garments. Her arms were donned with long sleeves not exposing any bit of exterior skin, with two-tiered frills covering the wrist colored purple on pink just like her skirt. Rick’s favorite element to her outfit though had to be the capelet draped over her sharp-tipped shoulders, the collar tied with a neat pink bow around her neck. It was trimmed with pink fringes, much like the rest of her outfit, and fell down just past the tops of her breasts. It created an alluring visage, giving the fleshy treasures that boys like Rick coveted most a more regal appearance.

Rick was head-over-heels. His affection towards this unnatural beauty had infected his mind and he was quickly hooked. From that day on, Rick craved that feeling, that sensation of his and her eyes meeting, the world standing still in that moment. As he grew older, the simplicities of his attraction to her turned more lustful. Through puberty and beyond, he began sexually craving the body of the woman. He became a slave to his own arousal, thoughts of her cropping up even when away from the sight of her, creating near embarrassing situations at school where he had to hide a shameful erection. Despite the unhealthy nature of this attraction, Rick continued to go to the mansion each and every day, waiting for a chance to see her again. Many times she would appear, sometimes by herself, sometimes with handsome men— occasionally women—whom she’d invite inside locked arm and arm. Those times, Rick became jealous, so much so he’d break into a feverish, frustrated sweat.

Rick heard the rumors, of the epidemic of missing adults from the nearby towns—several bodies found drained of all blood near the shores of the county river. Some of the photos shown on the news he recognized as the men he saw entering with the woman. He refused to believe she had any part in their disappearances though. She was far too much of an angel in his mind to be the bearer of anything ill-intended. That smile of hers was far too pure to be the face of evil. Any doubt he held, he wished to quell it by finally mustering the courage to meet the woman up close.

On Halloween night, as a junior in high School, under the blood red moon, Rick got his chance.

He approached the mansion, beyond the gate, up the lawn, and to the porch, face to face with his love. It was surprisingly easy starting a casual conversation with her. Despite his nerves showing, she seemed amused enough to humor him with cordial talk. However, things took a turn once Rick revealed his true feelings to her.

“Haha, you really are a charming boy.” The mysterious woman who had introduced herself to Rick as Shalltear giggled. She wasn’t taking his profession of love seriously. “Though I do not feel the same. My love is fleeting and untethered by the wiles of any single person.”

It was as Rick feared, not only was she even more beautiful up close, but there was no way his love could measure up to her standards. His manhood felt crushed under the large heels of her stature and his back breaking under the weight of her otherworldly presence. Every movement she made and word she spoke sent a chill through his body. There was no way this woman was human, how could any woman be so commanding just by looks alone? He was under a spell that could not be broken, Shalltear’s eyes toying with his soul.

No! He couldn’t give up that easy!

“I’m serious!” Rick insisted, standing firm before her. “You are like the stars to me, unrivaled in their brilliance! I love you so much! All this time… I’ve wanted to reach you, like one who dreams of touching the stars.“

Rick recoiled a tad in embarrassment over his poetic attempt at portraying his feelings.

“My, my, a beautiful attempt.” Shalltear quietly applauded.

He could immediately tell she was merely amused more than anything. The bearing of his soul had failed.

“I am sorry, but there is nothing for you in this. I’ve enjoyed your company, however I have important matters to deal with this night. Now be off.”

“What do you want me to do!?” Rick asked out of desperation. He scrambled to find the words that would win him her heart. “What do you want me to be? I could be any kind of man to you. I would do anything for you!”

She laughed in the face of his panicked response.

“Ahahaha! It can’t be helped if you don’t know how high the stars are. Childish thoughts like being able to touch the stars by reaching out for them are best left for a boy with childish sentiments. I think it is clear what you are, right?”

Rick had a sickly look about him after her harsh rejection, unable to find the words.

“Do not come here again… boy.”

The door to the mansion was shut in his face and he was left kneeling in despair. The red light from the moon cast down on him, coalescing with the shadows beneath his feet into a puddle of blood—formed by his bleeding heart.

From that night on, Shalltear never appeared again. Nearly every day Rick would stop by the mansion, hoping to see a glimpse of her, hoping for a second chance. Eventually Rick graduated High School, then he started college, all the while visiting the mansion less and less. It went into disarray over the years, the lawn growing long, the paint decaying. It looked abandoned, the woman clearly having moved on—though some locals said they would sometimes see lights on late at night. But for Rick, his feelings would not leave, and they tortured him inside each and every day. He couldn’t escape the toxic beauty.

And so Rick, now a man, climbed the short few steps up to the rotten looking door of the mansion. He had to confront her if she was still here, or perhaps just confront the ghost of her. He wasn’t sure what he would find or what he might do, but he needed to enter this place, to put a bookend on this sickening, painful obsession of his.

Opening the door, a long creak echoing into the dead space of the entrance, Rick saw what had become of the place. It looked beautiful… formerly so. Everything was dusty and, cobweb-ridden. As he walked slowly through the interior, he could picture the splendor the entrance room, the living room, the ballroom all once held, but all they looked like now was a rotten relic, left alone.

Did she just leave all her belongings here? Rick wondered. It was rather strange to find seemingly everything untouched, as if Shalltear had simply gotten up one day and left.

He came up to an aged piano and struck one of the keys. Who would leave such expensive treasures behind? This piano has to be worth a fortune!

Suddenly, Rick caught a glimpse of light in the corner of his eyes. He quickly darted towards it and saw it shining out from a room onto a hallway wall. He turned to enter and was met by the sight of a vibrant, brilliantly decorated dining room. It seemed to almost glow with a warm aura, the bronze, gold, and caramel colors of the decor within the room where one feasts mingling into a feast for the eyes. Wooden cabinets displaying fine china lined the walls, and the dining room table, which was made from a fine mahogany wood, had draped on it an exquisite table cover with a complex, white, broidery design.

Rick spent a few moments soaking it all in. This was the prettiest room he’d ever been in. He was then caught off guard by the sight of two figures entering from the wooden, gateway entrance on the far side of the room. He was shocked to see anyone within the house, but it would certainly explain the still furnished room he stood in. He suddenly felt like a trespasser, but the two people—women—that appeared met him only with smiles. They looked like twins, both pale skinned, full-figured, and with similarly styled long, red, voluminous hair. They were dressed in matching, gothic, maid attire, and approached him walking in perfect sync with each other until coming to a stop about 5 feet in front of him. They then each clasped their hands in a formal manner below their waists and both bowed to him.

“Welcome! It is a pleasure to have you with us tonight Mister.” The ladies greeted with perfectly harmonized voices.

As the two maids rose back to a stiff stance they both whispered to each other so that Rick could not hear.

“He looks like a suitable catch.”

“A healthy body and the moon as red as it is tonight. Sister, these are perfect conditions.”

The two women giggled, Rick looking on in confusion. Why were these two maids still living within this dump and why was only a portion of the place still up-kept? Rick had so many questions, but before he could ask them he was acknowledged once more by the ladies—speaking in unison once again.

“Would you care for some wine sir and a seat at our table?”

Rick was caught off guard. Everything was happening so fast. One of the maids hardly gave him a moment to respond, before approaching him and pulling out a chair to offer him a seat.

“I-I’m not sure if I should, oh uh…”

Rick took a seat.

As his chair was politely pushed in, he inquired best he could, “What is going-oh thank… you.” He was interrupted again, this time by a glass placed in front of him being filled with a fine red wine. They wouldn’t even acknowledge his questions. “Shalltear? Where is she? What happened here?”

“Our Mistress?” one of the maids replied. “Oh, she is far out of reach right now, hee hee.”

The other maid paced around the table in a curious manner and said, “But tonight we are hopeful for her return.”

They both wore the biggest smiles, yet their creepy, playful tone seemed to hide some malintent. Very sharp canines, that appeared more like monstrous fangs, glistened in the light, stirring within Rick even greater mistrust.

They have a similar complexion to Shalltear, he observed. But those teeth. Something feels off. The pale skin, the fangs, the way they stare… it is as if they were… He felt stupid to even consider it and stopped before he fully formed the thought. Such childish boogeymen were certainly not at play here. No, but there was something amiss. While dwelling on the possibilities, his eyes scanning about like a detective, he instinctively and foolishly had sipped from the red wine he had been given. His suspicions were confirmed shortly after, as the increasingly wicked looking smiles of the maids began to blur and distort, his vision going fuzzy.

And then… darkness.

The next thing Rick could make out, were the sounds of distant chanting, that drew closer and louder the more his sight gradually returned to him. As his vision came into focus once more, he could make out the two maids in front of him again, only the room had changed. They were now within a dark, faintly lit dungeon-like room—the brightest beam of light casting down on Rick himself from a gated hole in the ceiling. Whips, chains, and tools of a more sadistic, erotic taste were strung along the concrete walls. Ahead of him, the two maids stood in front of a large altar with a giant, bowl-top pedestal reminiscent of a planter. The air was thick with a putrid smell, a smell he quickly discerned to be blood judging by the pedestal in front of him coated in it, blood profusely running from it seeming almost spurred to life by the maid’s chilling chants. Severed limbs were the only things bathing within the macabre bird bath, the sight bringing Rick to vomit. It wasn’t just the pedestal either, decapitated corpses were strung across the entire room, some staked to the walls even. Many of the bodies appeared to have been violated most gruesomely, holes in the most sensitive of areas gorily stretched well past their breaking points.

Rick was finding his strength, strength enough to scream in terror. Pain pierced his hands and feet, and he soon realized that he was butt-naked and being suspended by thick iron chains. At their ends were cold, steel spikes that were impaled within his feet and hands, holding them and his exposed body in place under the beam of light from the moonlight, shining down on him as if he were the main attraction at a stage show. Indeed he was the star of the show in the twisted maids’ eyes. They finally finished their foul song-and-dance, the blood that had been stirred by it now collecting into an undulating red ball above the pedestal with the outer remnants of blood vortexing around it like a hurricane cloud.

“What is this!? What the hell is this!?” Rick cried out. There was no way this could be real, no way his crazy suspicions from before could be reality. He didn’t want to think it, but the evidence was obvious by the carnage within the room and the toothy grins of the women, no, monsters in front of him. They were—

“V-Vampires!?”

Both maids laughed uproariously, one of them congratulating, “Very good mister! Very good!” Her genuine tears of joy frightening Rick even more than the decor of the room he was suddenly prisoner to. “Indeed, that is what we are, and that is what our Mistress is.”

“Shalltear?”

“Mhm. Our powerful, beautiful mistress that was taken from us years ago.” one of the maid’s explained. “We vowed to bring her back, but it would take some time. Now, that time has come!”

Excitement filled the maid’s voice, while the other continued to giggle in the background.

“We have been harvesting corpses, calling upon the power of each blood moon, gathering the energy we need to… resurrect our master.” She raised her head to the blackened sky with a crazed look of bliss. “Mistress, it is time! You have heard our call, now return to us!”

The other maid joined in for a final plea.

“Please Mistress, claim this healthy body, this untarnished soul for your own! Return to us! Shalltear Bloodfallen!”

A chill more ominous than any that had ran down his spine since awakening to this nightmare paralyzed Rick. An intense gust of wind filled the room, carrying the blood from the floating red orb upon it. It traveled surprisingly graceful before darting straight towards him. He reacted with a screech, but was quickly silenced as the red tail forced itself down his throat. Copious amounts of thick, human blood slithered into him like a snake, the blood serpent coiling within him—its sinful shape nesting deep within his gut.

Soon after, a throbbing, pulsing sensation filled Rick’s body. He was powerless to escape, powerless to this growing sense of dread taking him over. He felt like he had just been poisoned and his body was reacting. The throbbing intensified, and the muscles and fat in his body began to crush and squash, causing his bones to crackle and pop. He could tell that his limbs were becoming thinner and shorter, and figured his entire body was as well. He felt lighter as the pulsations continued. It was a dizzying sensation that nearly sent him into a stupor. What the hell was that blood doing to him!?

“Why…” Rick weakly muttered. “Shalltear…”

The two maids perked up a bit hearing Rick mention their master. They devilishly smiled.

“It would seem you were one smitten with our Mistress as well, hm? Hee, loving one such as her does come with certain afflictions.” One of them teased.

It was true, Rick had been a fool, a slave to the fantastical vision of Shalltear. He had been a lovesick child smitten with a monster. The sickness he had felt once she had gone, that tore away at his insides, it was all leading to this fate. The evil blood now spreading through his body, it felt like the pain of his love given physical form—that love’s true, vile nature eating away at him with a malevolent purpose.

The crunching sounds rang out louder, Rick’s bones cracking and shifting about into new shapes within his ever shrinking body. His mind was in a dysphoric state as he noticed the room growing around him, his body feeling nothing like his own. He had drastically shrunk down into a far more delicate, youthful state. The last time he remembered feeling so small was when he was fresh out of middle school.

It felt like warm tendrils were reaching out all over inside him, growing from the warm, gathering of blood that settled into him like a child within a womb. Each of these tendrils wriggled about across his limbs, back, hands and feet, everywhere! They were swelling within his veins, pumping the cursed blood throughout him. He felt numb, but not enough to dampen the growing pain. Rick wailed in agony, as his body contorted in violent positions, greatly changing its very contours.

“It’s working sister!” One of the maids cheered. “Mistress’ form is emerging!”

Rick’s anguished howls were like candy to the ears of the impish, evil maids whose mouths watered at the sight of him—their treat, the vandalizing of his body, the crunch of his bones like biting into a hard chocolate bar.

His back painfully arched forward, its curvature being fixed with a far greater dip to it. His butt snapped backwards at the same time, while also perking up, his cheeks clapping together several times as they firmed up into a smaller, tighter shape. His stomach rose and dipped with the motions of a wave as it lost most of its bulk, flattening into a trimmed tummy. Not even a second later, a painful compression hit Rick’s waist, and his sides caved in, all his innards grumbling as they were fitted into a smaller space. It felt like a hand was rearranging them from within. The sounds his body made were equally wet as they were harsh, sinew and muscle squelching midst the changes.

“Yes, yes!” One of the maids celebrated with an insatiable look on her face. “Mistress’ delectable form is taking shape!”

With the barrage of alterations upon his body, Rick had hardly a moment to take in what was happening to him, only catching brief glimpses when not squinting in pain. He could feel his body had taken on a foreign shape though. From the side, he appeared to posses an almost S-like shape, from the front, a perfect, petite hourglass, given further elegance after his shoulders dipped into a more slender slope. His figure was very thin and refined, bones poking against the skin in appealing manners, though not so much as to look sickly. His hands were so small now, as were his feet and especially his toes. The arches in each foot forced themselves up higher, Rick’s flat feet no more, replaced by smooth, picturesque feet that looked primed for heels. His ankles rose like a charming mound above each foot, a fetching sight for the eyes.

As his cute feet dangled about now a foot or two off the floor—where before it was mere inches—Rick struggled to keep conscious. The pain was thankfully dying down somewhat though, as the sensations of breaking bones and twisting organs ceased. However, the unsettling forces meddling within his body did not. His nude form was coated in a glimmering sheet of sweat from his ordeal, skin looking more glossy, the moonlight shining brilliantly off the surface. The skin was losing its color though, the sweat washing away the old to bring in the new, pale, unblemished landscape. Silver hair, as perfect and shiny as his new skin, cascaded down from his head. His bangs fell long over his face, the rest gliding down his slick body, dressing parts of his exposed flesh. The hair reached all the way to his calves; a long, splendid mane.

Given a merciful moment of reprieve by the transformation, it was in that moment Rick realized what was happening to him. The pale skin, the hair, the shapely yet youthful body, all something he could hardly wipe from his mind. He was turning into the spitting image of his cursed love, becoming Shalltear.

Rick cried out, terrified by his revelation. But then, a sudden throbbing in his brain quieted him down, almost relaxing him. A prickle of pleasure formed at the tip of his penis at the same time a prickle of cheer arose from the back recesses of his mind. His love sickness for the woman hadn’t faded, merely been pushed back. He relapsed, the unhealthy adoration he held for her, whose body he was seeing in the flesh once more, building up yet again. Even if it was now his own body, he couldn’t escape the intensifying, love-crazed thoughts. Groans turned to moans as Rick began to relish in the feeling of Shalltear’s body returning to the world. It felt almost as if it was all for him, his eyes having front row seats to an unrivaled beauty being reborn.

“Well now this is a pleasant surprise.” Both maids harmoniously reacted. One of them stepped forward for a closer look and continued, “I wouldn’t have expected such a reaction. Mister, you really loved our mistress didn’t you?”

Rick’s body answered for him, his cock slowly rising and hardening with each heavy moan. The warmness from the evil blood inside him felt more at one with his body now, feeling less now like an invader—fading until it was truly one with him. This heat brought on the symptom of arousal, Rick giving in like the horny boy he was before, before the holy image of the woman he could never claim. But he could have it now! Her body would be his forever!

Fully enthralled by the changes now, Rick howled in delight, his voice beginning to soften a bit. His cock was fully erect and throbbing with an intense neediness. His ball sacks began to flatten against his body, pushing his nuts inward. Both testicles jostled around a bit while tucked within him before being summoned in even further. An empty space began to form in Rick’s pelvis. He felt it expanding and his testes being drawn to it like a magnet. Both balls slid themselves in towards the outer sides of this void being dug out, making way for a burrowing force traveling down towards the space between the legs where they had journeyed from.

“Uhhhh, oh god! Ahn! So good!” Rick moaned, his head swinging about, eyelids fluttering, as uncontrollable pleasure attacked his senses—mind transfixed on the image of what he would become.

The two maid’s eyes beamed red at the utterance of the word god. They then spoke with malice in their voice, one after the other.

“There is no god here boy.”

“Only master Shalltear.”

They both laughed maniacally as Rick wailed on without a care to their words, if he had even heard them. He was too fixated on the feeling of breasts forming on his chest, though they never grew out to the size of the Shalltear he knew. This surprised him, she must have padded herself. Despite the lack of heft, he quickly came to view their small, supple nature as a perfect match for his love’s petite appearance.

Rick’s voice climbed higher in pitch as his facial features began to shift into something far more alluring. Every rise and fall of his face crunched and then bulged out. It repeated this process several times, his head and its features shrinking in the process. Nose more pointed, cheeks and chin more pointed as well, everything had been given a sharper, angular look. All of his features softened into a feminine masterpiece, eyelashes and brows finely plucked and curled. The more the face of his angel Shalltear emerged, the more the devilish vampire’s voice consumed his own. Vampire teeth slid their way out past Rick’s pink, thin lips. He could feel the undeath taking him, his body temperature dropping. It was a surprising rush.

As the cavernous space inside him tunneled its way close to the surface and his cock, Rick’s pelvis violently shattered and reformed in a couple quick instances, becoming wider and forcing his hips out more. A fierce eruption of cum jettisoned out from his dick as the tunneling sensation began to smash at the base of it. The womb that was opening inside him was beckoning his dick inward, desperately wishing to taste the fresh, moist air between his perspiring, anxious thighs. After several tugging motions, his cock began to shrink, receding until it was a mere stub, unloading ropes of pent up white ejaculate is it did. Soaked under a goopy mess of semen, the flatting head of Rick’s penis began to open wide, lengthening into larger, fleshy folds that resembled lips.

The pleasure was unbearable, Rick thrashing about as his new vagina quivered to life. The leaking lips squirted while opening up, encouraging Rick’s mouth to do the same, a blissful moan cascading upwards towards the blood moon above. Shalltear’s voice materialized from the last remaining remnants of Rick’s own voice. The beautiful sound he was making, the sound of his love’s voice wailing in pure delight brought him to an immediate climax. His fluids poured down his legs, feeling cool on his thighs against the brisk air—large drops falling into a pool of blood below his curling toes.

His body had been taken from him, his soul violated, and yet he felt uplifted by what had happened. Becoming one with his desires, why it seemed so perfect!

The chains holding his body were withdrawn, giving Rick a quick shot of pain that he quickly ignored, falling to the ground in a heap into a puddle of macabre red. His wounds healed quickly given his knew vampire genetics. And came with it was a numbing of his morality. The sights of the room no longer displeased him. He could feel a growing appreciation for the art surrounding him, not merely corpses sprawled about at random, but each telling it’s own tail of torture. The gore smelt like roses, the torn pieces of flesh appearing as exquisite tapestry. He should have been frightened by these thoughts, but as he gazed at his murky reflection in the red puddle below him, he realized that he couldn’t just look like Shalltear, he had to be her. This theater of depravity, this fetishized violence, it was what his love enjoyed above all else. So must he.

There was a building power within Rick now, bringing with it delightfully dark thoughts. This power caressed his face, eyes growing deep and sharp with a new nature. The blood looked most appetizing, his tongue elongating and slithering out of his mouth while his fondness for it grew. His sharp-pointed, reptilian tongue dabbed at the blood, the taste greatly arousing his senses. He had to have more, and so he did, dragging his tongue up, down, lathering away at the delicious spillage of human wine.

One of the maids encouraged, “Good Mistress. Drink up. We harvested only the best for you.”

Yes… Rick was Shalltear now, their… Mistress. He was…

“RRRRAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!”

Rick let out a deafening cry, sending both of the maids stumbling back. It was as if all the building power within him had unleashed and consumed him in an instant. His mind was being swept away by a chaotic, piercing hum. He couldn’t think straight, he couldn’t think straight! What was he!? Who was he!?

Kneeling, back arched to the sky, arms trembling to his side with open hands, Rick felt his mind being consumed by a powerful creature. A creature that seemed familiar, a creature that he just moments before felt like he had become himself. How wrong he was, he was nothing compared to this. Nothing but a simple gateway for this creature to be born. He was done for. And yet, despite his last, terrifying revelation, Rick could only shed a single tear, not in fear, but in awe of the beautiful being with its awesome power he was blessed with giving his body away to.

Rick was gone. Shalltear was reborn.

Her very long tongue flailing while still hanging out of her mouth, Shalltear gave off unsettling screeches that echoed out into the world above the cellar, making dogs bark and birds flee. Her mouth turned into a gaping, circular maw, not unlike a lamprey’s. The shape of her eyes became inhuman and glowed brightly red. Her posture became more hunched over, her form somewhat simian, with deadly claws on both her hands and feet. An eerie aura surrounded her as the beauty finished becoming a beast.

Appearing out of control in her new state, Shalltear rabidly pounced at a nearby carcass and nearly swallowed it hole. She continued to feast on the pile of remains until she was sated, her maids smiling at their successful Resurrection. They always delighted in seeing their master let loose and enjoy a good meal in her ghastly—wonderfully pure to them—vampiric form.

Having her fill, Shalltear’s human appearance slowly returned to her. Her naked body regaining its sheen and figure as she finished chewing on her last morsel. Her posture fully raised, she gave a giant gulp, the last tasty lump of meat wriggling down her throat. She wiped off a mess of blood from her mouth, tracing her lips with a long, sharp fingernail, one of many that now adorned her digits—a subtle reminder of the demon lying within.

Eyes filled with conviction, Shalltear greeted her servants for the first time in years, her voice flirtatious in its delivery despite the seriousness of her words. She was very open about herself, always giving the impression, no matter the situation, of someone looking to partake in delights. When not playing the part for her own gains, she was shameless and honest; certainly around her cute maids.

“Ah my servants, my beloved servants!” Shalltear said with open arms as she approached the two. “You have done well. It feels as if it has been too long since I last gazed at your bright, succulent faces. Though I’d much prefer them to be shivering in terror at my arrival.”

One maid’s smile faded, while the other turned more shaken and nervous.

“You do know what comes next? Girsha!?” Shalltears voice had raised, but still retained its playful candor.

The most shook of the maids, Girsha, had been singled out. And she knew exactly why. It was she who had let her guard down guarding her mistress that fateful night, letting a hunter slip by, leading to Shalltear’s temporary demise.

Girsha worked up her bravery and responded, “I fully accept responsibility Mistress! Please, punish me as you see fit!”

Shalltear laughed, “Girsha dear, you know I only deal in rewards. Whether for me or for you, it does not matter. A servant will always wish to see their master happy.” Shalltear then delivered a scary gaze towards her.

“Now… assume the position.”

Shivering in equal parts delight and uneasiness, the maid undressed herself and got on her hands and knees, her posterior lifted towards her mistress. Shalltear grabbed several of her toys from off the wall. An inwardly spiked collar, expertly sharpened, was snapped onto Girsha’s neck. Each small, metal, pyramid stabbed her in the neck as it closed tight. It pleased her Mistress though, so it pleased her, the pain a delicious treat if delivered by her only love.

SMACK against the floor her chin went, a long steak driven through the upper neck out through her mouth and into the floor. Hacked up screams were all Girsha could muster as Shalltear hammered the steak hard into the floor, hindering any chance at escape. Girsha should have expected such depravity, but it still surprised her. She tried thanking her master, but couldn’t articulate with her tongue pierced and waggling between her whining jaw. She looked like a dying fish gasping for air.
Shalltear soaked up the sights and sounds before proceeding. The sight of her choking on blood while desperately trying to praise her master’s name simply had to be savored. She knew her maid would keep her knees and hands planted firm despite the pain, just as she had been trained.

Girsha managed to slightly tilt her head enough, making her wounds worse in the process, to look up at the impressive position of her master lining up behind her. She witnessed an enormous dildo with a blade tip cutting at the pillowy flesh of her ass before lining up with her soaked pussy. The skin that had been cut like ribbons from her bottom majestically fell to the floor as if dancing on the gentle breeze. She never expected Mistress to go so big. The most beautiful treasures in all of this for Girsha though, were those crimson eyes. Within those eyes burned a lust for the female body before them, stained with the same carnal desire that men possessed for women. Those same crimson pupils had stolen her soul long ago and had never let go.

“Well then, let us enjoy ourselves. Ahahahaha!” Shalltear laughed.

The pain and pleasure came swiftly to Girsha as Shalltear’s tool of the trade entered her most personal space, shredding the walls of her inner sanctum. The other end of the bladed dildo was like the head of a mace, fixed within Shalltears snatch. She was no stranger to indulging in pain on her end as well. Their body’s clapped ferociously, each woman’s folds pouring out blood, their insides being sliced. Shalltear remained firmly in control though, Girsha clearly receiving the worst of it. Elation filled the room as every woman grew excited by the sinful display, Girsha’s sister pleasuring herself to the vile intercourse—she wished it were happening to her.

The bladed dildo was sawing away at the maid’s insides, prodding at the surface of her lower abdomen until it came erupting out in garish fashion. More red spilled onto the floor, the blade now impaled through her womb. Shalltear’s thrusts became more forceful, her clawed nails stabbing into Girsha’s sides to keep herself steady as she picked up the pace. Both she and her maid were coming closer to climax.

“Oh yes! Oh yes! Ahn! How are you enjoying your punishment!? Is it painful!?” Shalltear moaned. Girsha’s response might as well have been gibberish due to her torn up mouth, but Shalltear could just make it out.

“It’s not painful at all Mistress! This is like a reward!”

It was definitely pleasurable for her, she was close to her moment. However, Girsha’s arousal felt tied to her master’s. She would not cum until she could feel her master’s own release. Shalltear’s servants took after her well.

This painful pleasure was something only they, as creatures of the night, could experience and understand. The boundary between pleasure and pain was but a blur for them, pushing their bodies beyond the human breaking point was to reach nirvana. The destruction of their body, knowing they could not be killed, was a testament to their power and status. To go at each other like this was the most primal way to show off their dominance and love for one another. Girsha knew she was below her master, her power could not compare. However, to have one as powerful as Shalltear intimately ravish her body with such freakish power, but in such a perversely intimate way, it showed Girsha how much Mistress loved her.

The gruesome dance continued until Shalltear came, and then Girsha, their bodies blistering with painful euphoria. Despite having done this numerous times before to her lovely maids, Shalltear felt different during this release. Could it be all the pent up lust from her time being dead? She couldn’t find the thoughts for it now, nor did she wish to. She simply wished to enjoy her moment with her beloved Girsha who had returned her to life—having already forgiven her servant’s blunder that had played into her demise. She could hardly hold a grudge for one whom she cared for, that just delivered in such a passionate display of fucking carnage.

Shalltear felt rejuvenated by her rebirth, her sadistic needs even more insatiable than before. Man, woman, animal, it didn’t matter to her, as long as she had her fill. Any could fall prey to her and those crimson eyes. There was no escaping her enslaving attraction.