Chapter 1: The Hollow

The scent of moss assaulted the senses upon entering the Hollow. For Elara, the smell was a familiar comfort. A reminder of the security she had spent decades building and reinforcing with a combination of reclusive tendencies and purposeful isolation.

She was returning to her tucked away cabin, once shelter for an ancient Druid or someone (or something) much older than Elara and certainly more powerful. Having found it abandoned and overgrown, she claimed the land and made the cabin her forever home.

The sun was just setting as it had for so many times before as Elara carried her fresh dinner toward the threshold. As she entered she whispered a thankful prayer to the Hollow for providing her with sustenance.

The deer of the magical woods made for the easiest prey to keep Elara full. She wouldn't go as far as to say it satisfied her-no, but given the alternative, she was simply content to have survived for as long as she had on a lean diet.

Despite her minuscule consumption, her body was massive and solid, thick with ample curves and flesh. She was taller than the average woman which added to her magnificent presence. Her long, dark, wavy hair ran past her waist but these days she kept it wrapped tightly in a bun. It was simply practical. There was no one to give her any sort of attention. Her only friends were the twinkling stars of the night and the woodland creatures that, too, called the Hollow their home.

Now under the shelter of the cabin and familiarity of her nightly feeding ritual, she methodically cut into the deer's neck with a clinical precision. The warmth of the animal's blood wrapped itself around her tongue and coated her throat. She continued to feed as she had so many, many nights before.

"You are my forever Venus."

Elara was inundated with a sudden flash of her sire and the luscious words he used so long ago to lure her into his arms. The blood lost its taste and she pulled from the exsanguinated carcass.

The flashing memory of him brought with it a deep longing. A hunger unlike anything. She closed her eyes and traced the curve of her hip trying to remember his touch. The way he looked at her, eyes aflame and sparkling with carnal delight. She missed the way he fed her with such enthusiasm as though it would be their last shared meal for all of eternity.

"You are my forever Venus, Elara," he whispered softly into her ear. "Your body eclipses beauty itself," he uttered as he picked up a fig. "Please, Elara, eat for me as only you can. Be my living, breathing work of art."

His fingers brushed her mouth as he placed the fig between her lips. His free hand traced her outline and before she could protest, his hands were exploring under her layers of courtesan dress.




Back in the cabin, as Elara pleasured herself reminiscing about feedings of the past, the woodland creatures heard Elara's moans drift into the night as the stars twinkled their approval from above.