Seras Victoria HP: 77
To Hit: 14 (hit!)
Roll to Damage: 18 - 0 = 18 (Christ, if only the rally mechanic was a thing *here* huh?)

Seras collapsed to the ground, the girlish squeal returning somewhat as she clutched at her ruined nethers and writhed in a puddle of herself. Gasping and groaning, she watched this bloodied but still uncannily beautiful girl taunt her, and felt a mixture of rage and... desire.

As agony wrought, terrified, and ashamed the humanity lingering from her past life was, the new darkness was wringing a perverse bit of joy out of this ordeal. This was an experience. This was a challenge. This was a PRIZE. Somewhere deep inside she had begun to realize why Master seemed to have a soft spot for that stupid priest... and, as it dawned, knew more and more that she would have preferred not to.

But that was for later though. For now... flesh called.

Seras glared up at her opponent from her visceral sprawl, tongue hanging out as she panted heavily... and flashed Lady Maria a cheery smile back. The idea was to confuse her just a liiitle bit, enough so that she didn't... notice...

With a jerk the huntress was yanked down onto her back, one ankle lassoed by a shadowy tendril hidden in the growing pools of blood between them. And with a second yank she was pulled over to Victoria, splashing up crimson the whole way.

With a low chuckle almost resembling the purr of a tiger Seras crawled forward, mounting her opponent and straddling her hip-to-hip. The Lady would probably get quite a view from here, with those impressive breasts dangling over her... up until Seras' left arm reformed into a hand, palmed Maria's forehead, and drove her back into the ground hard enough to daze the girl with a concussion.

As she lay there half-consious the vampiress lowered herself down, pressing their bodies firmly together with almost crushing force. That lengthy tongue slithered out yet again to play across Maria's chest lightly, teasing the flesh it could reach, before Seras turned her attention back upwards and whispered

"Now give it back."

Before seizing Maria's head with both hands and taking the huntress in a full kiss.

...Well, 'Kiss' may be a misleading term here.

For one, with Seras' toothy maw it probably felt more like a bear trap to the face than an actual person. Thick viscera began to steadly stream out between their joined mouths, the inside and areas surrounding her lips no doubt becoming more and more minced with every passing second. There was more than enough tongue to make up for any that Maria lost, though, as Seras' serpentine appendage forced it's way down her throat until all air was cut off and the girl's neck visibly bulged.

And still throughout it all Seras continued to grind away, taking in the steady stream of gore with greedy gulps as their slick bodies slipped against one another...