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Ines: Daywalker on the Prowl
🕑 Added 2023-09-13 04:33:08 +0000 UTCInes the Daywalker is a half-vampire blessed with a seductive figure more befitting a succubus. She feeds sparingly and what little only results in her curves further filling out.
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On her 19th birthday, her family prepared a feast of thralls. The signs of hunger we becoming quite apparent to the aged ones. They were concerned that she might escape and be captured or killed if her thirst could not be sated at home.
As the thirst hit Ines, she surprised everyone with the sensual ferocity in which she went about drinking blood. Each thrall was blessed with a sensual dance with Ines as she got their hearts pumping. Each thrall then dropping to the floor, passed out, as she finished drinking from them.
Even more surprising than the way Ines turned feeding into a vision of ecstasy, as she drank, her body began to transform. No longer a slender beauty, she was filling out to be a voluptuous queen. Her hips and thighs widened and further inflamed the dance. Her breasts, once small even for her slender form, became as oranges, bursting forth from her dress as the top fell to shreds.
She continued her feast, filling out further, until she collapsed onto the carpeted floor. Her mother, wondering what this trait could mean for her daughter, covered her with a blanket.
Upon awakening, Ines recalled how she felt in the frenzy of the night and desired more. The rational side of her cautioned her against such feeding again. With her longevity and the need to drink blood on occasion, she could not let the thirst take control, else she would no longer be able to hide among the people. There would be enough questions from her friends on her sudden change.
"I think this calls for a vacation away from Seattle, perhaps I should check out New York. I always wanted to see it, and now I have the perfect excuse..."
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Second part...
Ines's travels to New York City have been a blast. The night scene was amazing. She found plenty of men and women to play around with. Her control of her thirst had waned a few times, resulting in her now barely fitting in many of her beautiful corsets her mother sent along for the trip.
The sensations from her body filling out from her drinks of blood were often too intoxicating to resist. She'd have to find a Vampire well-versed in the special forms that have arisen. Perhaps there would be a way to stop her thirst... or better yet, she thought, make the effects temporary so she could feed without worrying about permanently getting... stuck.
