You don’t know how it came to this…

It started off normal, just a tall curvy woman with such huge knockers. She was so loving, so mommy-like towards you. Valentina, a name that used to make your heart throb. Now you realize why she made your heart beat so much. She’d caress you, kiss you, cuddle you, always shower you with love.

But then you’d always wake up with a cut mark somewhere on your body. You saw her, in the basement in her clothing… big black and red robes, wearing a golden cleric hat with a distorted red gem in it.

You saw her with your blood in a vial. She began drinking it, chugging it down like a dehydrated cactus. She moans as her height grows by a small centimeter, but it’s still noticeable. She conjures a strange glob of blood from her hand, bending it and holding it in the air like a plaything before absorbing it again, showing off her own powers.

Then she saw you. At first, it seemed like she was embarrassed, even a bit shameful you saw her like this. But then, the three candles on the tips of her trident lit up in pink flame and her gaze darkened on you.

Next thing you know, your tied down in the same ritualistic basement she never let you in. She’d walk beside you, drinking your blood to get stronger, feeding off you. She loves you, yes, but her true obsessive possessive self began to show, no longer hiding how shameless she is when wanting you as only hers.

”Oh my sweet darling~”

she holds your hand, kissing it before biting down hard, slurping blood from your hand wound and twitching as her body grows ever so slightly, her skin glowing just the faintest bit more red like the blood she drank.

”You taste, so good, my precious… don’t worry… I’d never actually hurt you… I’m sorry it came down to this… but I can’t let you go now…”

she licks her bloodied lips, savoring every drop of your blood.