The faint sound of shifting rubble made Valeria's heart race, and she froze, her eyes darting over her shoulder. After a tense moment, she let out a deep sigh of relief. "This ancient castle... always filled with unsettling noises..." she muttered to herself. Valeria had just finished feasting on her most recent victim, a man she'd lured away from the dimly lit pub in the quiet town of Burgwood. Much like the town's inhabitants who sought refuge in ale, she too was searching for sustenance: a warm, living meal. For centuries, her vampire kin had silently preyed on the humans, only taking lives when absolutely necessary. The once bustling and lively castle had become a desolate tomb, with Valeria the last surviving vampire. A deep, resonant sound echoed against the cold stone walls as her ass expanded once more, as it always did after a delectable meal. Such was the way her kind became irresistible to the male gaze. Again, the sound of rubble shifting caused her to gasp, but this time, she caught sight of a boot disappearing around the corner. "You there! Reveal yourself!" Valeria demanded, her rear-end continuing to expand wider and wider. A short, stout man emerged from his hiding spot, nervously fidgeting with his hat. His thick beard was caked with soot, and his eyes were wide with fear. "P-Please..." he stuttered, too terrified to speak clearly. "Oh, begone," Valeria waved dismissively. "I've already fed. I pose no threat to you." Yet the man remained rooted to the spot. After an uncomfortable silence, she spoke again, her voice laced with irritation. "Well? Be on your way!" His plain clothes rustled as he hesitantly inched closer. "P-Please..." he repeated, his voice trembling. "Please, what?!" Valeria snapped, her patience wearing thin. "P-Please... EAT ME!" He pleaded, his eyes filled with desperation. To Valeria's surprise, he rushed forward, nestling himself between her ample ass cheeks, planting fervent kisses and tender licks upon her soft skin. A blush crept across Valeria's face as she felt his eager tongue exploring her, and she rolled her eyes, clicking her tongue in exasperation. "Not this again... this is the third time this month!" She sighed, accepting the situation with resignation. "Very well... I shall accept your self-sacrifice, little one. But first, continue that delightful trick you're doing with your tongue!" "A-Anything for an ass this divine!"