For over a week now, Victoria was treated like royalty, the ruins of a church was her castle, the priestesses turned against their faith were her servants and subjects, however the occupant of her womb was her lord and master, she sighed as she felt her lord move within her, stroking her hand across her stretched, sensitive skin, moaning under her own touch.
In an instant one of the priestesses was at her side, her golden mask long having been removed, her golden ring encircling behind her head however remained in place, Victoria finding that some of the sisterhood chose to have their golden rings grafted to their necks, gold merging with flesh at the base of their necks, welded together like two opposing metals, this woman, Lydia was one of those women.
Lydia had arrived a small, timid girl, a quiet standbyer of her sisterhood, eager to meet the new fallen star, eager to please the order of gold, but ever since she had been blessed by the Demigod trapped within Victoria's womb, she had truly blossomed into a woman.
Her once petite frame now fertile and full, her hips now wide and strong, her ass now plump and firm, a rosy glow in each cheek, her once skinny appearance from fasting and little food when she wasn't was now replaced by a plump and juicy body, her stomach now maintaining a small amount of chub, her thighs now thick and strong, rubbing against each other as she walked.
And then there were her breasts, her tits, her massive fucking milk balloons, in the span of a week her blessing had gifted her the bust size to make any brothel worker jealous, each tit easily bigger than her own head, and her large dark nipples leaking enough milk constantly to put a cow out of a job, and the former priestess was loving every moment of it.
"Girl, your lord and master needs feeding" Victoria moaned as Lydia slowly traced her tongue across her sensitive pregnant swell, her fingers dancing and smearing her saliva across the red angry skin
"Of course divine mother" she spoke in an obedient voice, immediately rising so she straddled over Victorias belly, her massive wrecking balls dangling over her head, dripping their rich creamy bounty onto her face and lips, their sweet warm liquid bringing Victoria's hunger to life in a audible growl, then like an eager child digging into a sweet treat, she grasped both breasts with both hands and pulled them into her mouth, quickly rewarded with jets of warm sweet milk rushing down her throat.
"Oh heavens above!, divine mother, don't stop!" Lydia cried as she held onto the remains of the church alter, currently being used as a headboard for the extremely pregnant vampire, feeling her breasts drain with each gulp from the mother of her lord, her precious nectar of life being sucked from her body with such ferocity it almost hurt, her fangs and teeth scraping and tickling around her sensitive nipples.
However Victoria's feeding was interrupted by a blood curdling scream from the middle of the room, freeing the poor girls tits from her mouth and wiping the creamy milk from her mouth she shoved the girl to one side, the poor priestess falling to the floor in a daze of pleasure, still moaning and leaking as she caught her breath.
There in the center of the room was another of the original priestesses, however her fate was far more grim than Lydia's, where as her body had been blessed with abundance and fertility, the oldest of the women, Mother Amanda, was used for something completely different, she lay pinned to the floor, arms and legs spread wide, clasped down by crystallised blood rooted to the floor, almost resembling miniature hands reaching up from the stone flooring to clame her, but that was the least of her concerns, for she was to be used in the ritual to bring their lord and master to term, the three other women sat around a circle of blood, surrounding their high priestess, fleshy pulsing cords emerging from their extremely swollen cunts, each of their umbilical cords connecting to the unbelievably swollen belly of Mother Amanda, her belly easily twice the size of Victoria's, red and angry, pulsing red veins running accross her streachwd wombs surface, a ominous red glow emitting from her core, her once blue eyes now solid red, her golden hair and peach skin now transformed into a smooth head and pale skin, ears pointed and long, she had transformed into Victorias clans ultimate form of lust, she had evolved into a brood mother.
Victoria grinned Emily from ear to ear as she heaved herself from her makeshift bed, moaning with each heavy step as she approached the swollen mountain of a belly connected to the woman, her legs spread wide in anticipation for the ritual to begin.
"At last the prince of lust's flower is ready to bloom, long has he waited, but now, thanks to your devotion, you will have the honour of bringing him into this world, and many more after him" she chuckled as she pressed her hand of Mother Amandas taught surface, hearing her animal like grunts and groans under her touch, the ritual having ground down her mind into nothing more than a creature of lust and pleasure, a torrent of her juices flowing out of her lips as she threw her head back in a primal howl.
"Good, good, your finally ready" Victoria hummed, caressing over her own motherly orb, moaning and leaking as the Demigod within began to stir with impatience "let the ritual begin.