The full moon cast a pale glow across the sleepy
countryside. Chilled winds swept across the hills rubbing
leafless trees together in foreboding agitation. They creaked
and clacked, especially against the log cabin homes of the
village. Normally, lamps and candles would offer some light in
this quiet midnight hour. But the townsfolk desperately wanted
to remain hidden... From her. Nobody knew where she had come
from. Only that once a year an unsuspecting homestead would fall
victim to ravenous hunger. An appetite that was unrivaled,
devouring entire flocks of livestock in one evening. Legends had
told you best not to try to protect your herd, lest you would find
yourself in her destructive path. Also if you could believe the
tall tales... Claims were that she grew bigger every year. Never
knowing quite what evening she would strike, this silent ritual of
hiding at night lasted many days. All of the villagers waited
restlessly in the quiet. For instead of just trying to let this
unpleasantness pass, they had all decided to do something should the
giantess show. In several different cabins, groups huddled
together. Tension and anxiety beading sweat on their
foreheads. The occasional glance at each other when they weren't
peering out the small slits in the blinds. Only armed with
torches, wooden stakes, pitchforks, and perhaps numbers, they would
try and slay the monster. The legendary Vampire... Charletta
Blackheart.
Many of them tightened grips on their implements of protection
when they realized that they were not hearing their own heartbeats
anymore... They began to hear massive wing beats approaching. Men
and women alike covered their mouths in an attempt to maintain
silence when the silhouette broke the starry night. A different
kind of whooshing sound replaced the large flapping bat wings. They
all felt the tremor underfoot. She had landed... She had
arrived. Far off, sheep and goat baaing mixed with cattle moos
told the makeshift militia everything they needed to know. Time
to face the music. Rolling flint sent sparks into torches that sprang
to life. All at once the entire village lept from their homes
running towards the farm. An attempt of a war cry to cover the
obvious panic in the rabble rang out as they rushed the farms.
The torchlight from the mob a beacon shining around the hurried
folk. Shadows of lampposts and fencing dancing by the flickering
flames. Up ahead they all witnessed a silhouette tossing back
lifeless livestock like popcorn. They noted how her head turned
towards the group. Even though she sat legs out, Charletta had
to turn her vision down greatly to gaze upon them. Her legs at
least fifty feet long stretched along the ground away from the town's
folk. Many of the shouts and yells disappeared with terror once
they looked up at a colossal head more than fifty feet in the
air. This latest feast would be absorbed and her size would
increase slowly. Doubtful any of the villagers would be able to
actually see the expanse. However, she could certainly feel the
tide of growth wash over her. Over the next few hours,
Blackheart's height would probably increase from an approximate
hundred and twenty feet tall to possibly a hundred and fifty ...
Perhaps even a hundred and sixty. The gigantic Vampire's red
eyes opened wider. A wicked smile revealed marble-white teeth
and dagger-sharp canines.
“Why hello everyone,” Charletta said coyly. A taller
balding man buff from a lifetime cultivating fields raised his voice.
“Now you look here monster! We ain't taking kindly to you
attacking our village, and we're going to vanquish you!”
“Monster?! Where?” She turned her head left and right peering
at the immediate surroundings. But then looked back at the crowd
confused. “You must have missed them... I don't see anything.”
A palpable confusion overtook the mob. Finally, a younger man
with fair features and a rugged beard that merged into chest hair
broke the silence.
“Now don't you try and play dumb, vial devil woman! We
ain't going to fall for none of your tricks!” he shouted.
“Oh, I would never do the sorts. What kind of lady do you
take me for?”
“Well then, what in the sam hill are you doing out here eating
all of our livestock, she-beast?”
“I was going to ask if I could help myself, but there was nobody
around.” Her face formed a pout. “I do get so terribly
hungry sometimes... I just wanted a bite to eat was all. Is that
all right for little ol' me to have a snack?” A slight bit of
dishonesty, for the giantess, could sense all of the people at an
impressive distance. Her senses heightened by her size and
power, easily noticing their heartbeats and tasting their fear while
they hid. At this moment, a few things happened all at once. Her
arm relaxed to the side, elbow, and forearm resting on the
ground. Charletta's face drew ever closer to the people standing
close. Her torso twisted revealing the voluptuous figure in the
soft moonlight. The crowd didn't see it at first, but the
vampire was completely nude. Silky sleek black hair drifted all
the way down to her lower back. Parts of it now just barely
dusting the field as it glimmered in the torchlight. Her pale
gray-purple skin almost seemed to glow in the combination of the two
light sources. But that almost exaggerated hourglass form of
beauty certainly caught everyone by surprise. Several pieces of
chewed wheat grass fell to the ground as mouths dropped open. The
sorry expression never left her face, her small nose and plump purple
lips quivering. Occasionally her pointed ears twitched slightly
adding to more of an otherworldly nature. But Charletta's
size... None could have guessed she was actually this big. In
the silence, the fair farm hand finally remembered why they had come
out here today. The Vampires hip the closest thing to the crowd,
he shot forward yelling at the top of his lungs. Raising his
pitchfork high in the air he drove it into her thigh with all his
might. Panting at the exertion, he refocused on where the prongs
met the supple skin. The metal made a dimple in the thick thighs
that stretched up taller than any man or beast of burden for that
matter. He slowly turned to look into the blood-red eyes of
Charletta. She stared back with a proud smile.
“Oh my goodness! You have defeated me!” Blackheart relaxed her
pose, elbows shaking the ground while leaning back.
“I beg your pardon?” His face couldn't hold any more confusion
even if it wanted to.
“That's right. You're such a mighty hero... I suppose this is
the part where you get the beautiful princess isn't it?” her tone
husky and playful. Her thigh began moving towards him and
up. The motion of the wall of skin caused the farmer to stagger
backward. The entire crowd watched as her leg lifted higher and
higher until it hung over the entire gathering. The torchlight
highlighted the toned calf and curvy thigh continuing its journey
over the onlookers. Settling with an earth-shaking thud not too
far away from all of them. The brave farmer was the first to
turn vision up the leg where it met her wide hips. On full
display, a perfectly manicured garden and the loveliest lips taller
than cathedral doors rising high above him. The rest of the
crowd followed suit and was equally speechless. Charletta smiled
at everyone's captivation. “Oh brave hero, do tell me your
name.” His eyes slowly rose to meet those deep red eyes before
gulping at the question. A voice called out from the rear of the
crowd.
“Don't do it Richardson! It's some sort of trick!”
“Dang nabbit, you just dun did tell her my name, ya dummy!”
“Oh. Sorry 'bout that.” The giantess giggled.
“Aren't you just the cutest? Would it be okay if I kissed
you? Such a handsome and fearless protector.” She lifted an
elbow up and brought a finger close to Richardson. Transfixed
and babbling incoherently, the large finger stroked the top of his
head then down his back. She raised a brow noticing the little
tent in his brown wool pants. “Oh my! Look what you have
there... I simply must see it.” Her finger rolled over to the front
and glided up the tiny man's body. Feeling his excitement before
making its way up that small torso, and the short distance to his
chin. Her glossy black pointed nail expertly slid under his
shirt collar. This motion causing him to freeze in fright, arms
out to the side losing the grip on the pitchfork. With blinding
speed, her nail sliced all of his clothes down the front leaving him
untouched. Garments fell to the ground behind him and he
squeaked trying to cover himself up. But it was of no use.
Everyone else saw his nakedness, and especially his minute man
standing at attention. Close to him a woman in a pale bonnet and
sun-faded rose dress almost lost her grip on a torch and wooden
stake.
“Really?! For real? Are you actually kidding me right now?”
she accused.
“What?! I can't help it! She's all got her tibbies out, and
showing us her unmentionables!” Enough of a distraction he didn't
notice the fingers about to pluck him. He yelled when suddenly
lifted off the ground and the rest of the crowd watched in
horror. The Vampire brought him closer to a large mouth. Turning
the tiny man in between her fingertips to get a good inspection, she
licked her lips. The large dark tongue wetting those purple
glistening plump lips of hers. Flailing about from his imminent
demise until those lips pressed into him with the softest of
smooches.
"Mmmuah!” Eyes closed and frozen in fright, Richardson
slowly opened at the delightful touch. Her beautiful face
towered above him while those big orbs seemed to look right into his
soul. He softened up, completely melting in response. "My
my, you taste good~" her breath warm on Richardson's skin,
smelling of sandalwood incense. The massive tongue lazily rolled
out before licking his ankles and gliding up those little legs. The
fair farmer squirmed and gasped when the slick tip nudged and rolled
over his hanging fruit. It then continued all the way up to his
neck.
"Oh my mercy sweet... Give us our sins... as you forgive our
bread..." the helpless man barely managed to spit out. His
face twitched erratically succumbing to pleasure. The Vampire
knew it was time to get this show started.
"Such a brave adventurer, I think it's time for your next
excursion.” His face popped at the movement. Between two
fingers, he flew down lower and lower until face-to-face with that
same display from earlier. With one last glance at each other, a
wicked smile bloomed. Charletta plunged him deep into her
pussy. The whole crowd gasped in panic. The giantess did
too, but for a different reason. The same woman that had called
the naked man out stepped forward.
"What in the hills are you doing she devil?! Let him go
this instant!" she demanded.
"Me? I only want to have a little fun. I am so very,
very lonely. Did you want to go rescue him?" she said, shifting
forward and bringing the crowd closer to herself spread wide. Again,
Blackheart spoke low, "I can see you care about him. Sometimes
even heroes need to be saved." The mob flinched when she brought
her hand closer to the woman. Her long black fingernail brushed
the tiny woman's hair back, catching the bonnet and removing it.
"You bitch!" Charletta continued smiling dismissing the
insult.
"Any of you can join the ride... but you can't be wearing
clothes to do so." the Vampire stated matter of factly. With
one quick movement, sliced through the woman's pale dress causing it
to fall. The now naked woman had to drop her torch and wooden
steak in an attempt to cover up. A colossal finger pushed the
flame into the ground, extinguishing it before plucking the woman
up. "He needs you so bad dear, please go rescue our poor
brave knight," the giantess stated, again locking eyes with
her. Then with a quick movement, plunged her inside as well. The
giant woman cooed at another passenger. Inside the warmer dark
slick cave, the tiny woman crawled forward. She struggled to
weave progress against those wet walls.
"Richardson! Where are you?"
"Miss Madea? Is that you?" he answered.
"Yes! I can't believe this woman put us both in here! But
we got to try to get out," she replied.
“I'm having a hard time moving. I try to, but I keep
getting squeezed and sliding.” Making her way closer to his voice
she found the wet man in the dark. "Oh my gosh! Miss Madea!
You're naked as the day you were born!" he exclaimed.
“Yeah, she did the same thing to me she did to you. Come
on, let's get out of here.” Awkwardly turning about against the
slick skin, she grabbed him and pulled the farmer. Side by side,
they kept struggling to make progress towards the exit. A
resonating 'thud thud' echoed around the pair. "What was
that?" she asked.
"I... I think it's her heartbeat. It sounds
like it beats once a minute." Suddenly, the whole cavern
shuttered and tilted. Madea had been forced to roll over onto
her back as Richardson accidentally fell on top of her. "Oh
m'lady, I'm so sorry, I...” he trailed off. They both stared
at each other with the minute amount of light that twinkled in. Both
were captivated by how much of each other's slick bodies their senses
drank in. Both breathed heavily in this musky air, his mouth
hung open having such close proximity to this beautiful woman. Her
eyes explored his face as if seeing this man for the first time. In
an instant, her mind was made up. Throwing her arms around his
back, she pressed forward and they kissed passionately.