Expecting Perfection

She stood over her latest victim, another casualty lost to the fang's judgement. A brutal warlord, who ruled the barbarous mountain regions of Bern with a zeal for cruelty that gave even the Mistress slight pause. She was dispatched, officially, to end his reign of terror on the rural villages, where lords and kings cared not for the forgotten people; but she knew why she was really here.

"What delightful quintessence you possess, you proved useful after all it seemed. Lady Sonia will be pleased."

She ran her hands down her slender sides, then around the colossal bulge protruding from her center, stopping now and again to kneed her tender flesh. She could feel every inch of her over-packed womb, full to absolute brim with the life force of the men whose life she just snuffed out. Officially, Brendon Reed had dispatched her to bring justice to the region; but it was his wife was the one who put the idea to his ear.

"Borton should have an assortment of vagrants and ruffians under his command... Ursula..."

"Yes, my lady?"

"Do not disappoint Lord Nergal. Leave no one alive."

Ursula recalled the orders Sonia Reed had given her as she prepared for the final harvest. As she made her way through the fortress hideaway she exterminated anyone in her path. Some while they slept, some while they fought, some while they ran in terror. All fell to the Blue Crow's power, and as each man perished, their soul was added to her twisted "collection". Her stomach grew huge and heavy with each fallen spirit, turning her body into a conduit for the power her masters desire. Though her skin stretched and creaked, it stayed unmarred by any blemish or mark. Her body remained perfect, Lady Sonia would only accept absolute perfection after all. Her middle grew monstrously titanic, which only made her more terrifying; The power swelling within her. By the time she reached the final chamber it took naught but a flick of her wrist to drain the life from the eyes of her target.

"It's time." She mused to herself, before closing her eyes. She concentrated on the power bubbling out from below her, slowly guiding it to its proper, final resting place. Her breathing started to slow, each breath falling in rhythm with the small rumbling taking place within her massive form. Her naked belly began to heat from within, the skin tingling with sensitivity as it started to accommodate ever more mass. The quintessence pulsed into her quicker and quicker, she could almost taste the power as it crashed over her body. Borton was a powerful warrior in his own regard, and his quintessence was a true delicacy. Finally she opened her eyes, delighted at the sight before her. Her heaving chest had further plumped up, she ran a hand down through the crevasse between her breast, drinking in the soft tender skin. They sat perfectly on her massive middle, which was so distended it almost pulled her forward with each bated breath she took. Her form was massive, absolutely glowing with power stolen from the bandits who once made their fortune stealing the lives of others; poetic justice perhaps, but for a sinister cause.

A satisfied smile crept over her face, her masters would be pleased.