Embracing the Corruption

Angelica’s demeanor abruptly changed, no longer appearing concerned or afraid.

Markus and his men exchanged glances.

Alarra continued peering into Angelica’s eyes, curiously, as if she found something.

“If I asked you to, would you give yourself to me?” Alarra whispered.

“Yes High Priestess, whatever pleases you.” Angelica responded, calmly.

Alarra held her gaze. “I know I should not... but I desire your flesh, Angelica.”

“Then you shall have it. It is yours, whenever you want it, however you want it.” Angelica responded, lifting her hands to her collar and unclasping it. She casually slid the robe apart, exposing her pale, but immaculate neckline and then her perky breasts as the sleeves fell to the sides.

“Yesss...” Alarra whispered, leaning in closer to Angelica. Alarra curiously inspected Angelicas’s light pink nipples, rising subtly and gradually from her large, distinct areolae. Her finger caressed one of the tips gently, then slid in a circular motion around the areola. “You are exquisite Angelica...” Alarra spoke softly. “We are all different, but beautiful in our own way...”

Alarra paused, contemplating. “It would be a shame to ever lose one of the goddess’ creations. Especially such a beautiful one.”

“I think I might...” Alarra said, leaning into Angelica’s neck and tasting her with her tongue. “Keep you...” Her eyes focused in on the throbbing artery on her otherwise unblemished neckline. Alarra’s upper lips peeled back as she gently placed the tips of her fangs. The skin buckled, and craters formed beneath the fangs as Alarra began to bite. A moment passed, and Alarra withdrew.

“But first...” Alarra said, pulling herself out of her feeding trance. She instinctually licked her new fangs clean of the saliva that had accumulated in anticipation of tasting her servant, and turned her head to one of the commanders. The same curious look covered her face that was there just moments earlier. A grin followed. Her face then turned to the to the other commander, still grinning.

“Kill Markus.” Alarra suddenly commanded.

“Wait, what?!” Markus shouted.

Markus was immediately grabbed and restrained by one of his commanders. The other unsheathed his sword and walked towards him.

“No! I am your general!” Markus shouted again.

“You should not have betrayed me.” Alarra said to Markus with a deadly glare, as the swordsman, without hesitating, violently swung his sword, cleaving Markus clean in half across the gut.

His torso toppled to the floor as the legs crumbled.

“It appears the goddess, or someone, has granted me powers greater than your own.” She said, starring at his dying body convulse and slowly turn grey. He gasped, gurgling words, trying to get something out. Deep red streaks surged through his body, before smoking slightly. The red streaks burned out, as his body went limp.

The commanders turned to Alarra, looking down at her and Angelica, calmly awaiting further instruction.

“You can watch, if it pleases you, or wait outside.” Alarra told them, indifferently.

She turned back to Angelica and took in her handmaid’s beauty once more. She leaned in, past her large pink tipped breasts, and bit into her neck.