"...Isolde Ashthorn"

-20th day of AC, 20.04.1052-

-Time: 15:15-

-Location: 26 km west of Lodiz, roughly 130 meters below the ground's surface-

Vampires. Since the old times, many terrifying legends about those creatures circulated the continent.

Mythical beings that were told to have magical powers more powerful than elves and senses that rivaled those of dragons. High-ranking demons that moved to Casali. Presences so elegant that even royalty looked like uncivilized barbarians next to them. Timeless beings that were as old as the world and hidden in its depths, patiently waiting to surface when the time was right.

Some of those tales, however, were known to be true. One of which was the vampire's signature power: the ability to freely form and control blood and magic from it. Creating all manner of large-scale effects, single-target skills, or even weapons; so long a vampire had some blood to spare, there was little they couldn't do.

Travis felt his body shudder as the blood spear hit him in his arm, dissipating into the wound immediately.

[You have received 517 damage.]

[Tainted blood has entered your bloodstream. The blood's attribute is 'paralysis'. The blood's effect is powerful.]

[All motor functions of your body are temporarily disabled.]

[Time remaining: 40:00]

Notifications sprung forth, confirming what the man had felt in an instant; he was incapacitated with a single strike.

However, new ones appeared soon after.

[The owner of the blood is in a severely weakened state. The blood's effect is weakened significantly.]

And then a few more.

[Your Endurance allows you to partially resist the negative effects. The debuff's effect is reduced partially.]

[The blood's effect has dropped to medium power.]

[Due to changes in power, all motor functions of your body are temporarily lowered by 85% instead of being nulled completely. The duration of the effect has been lowered.]

[Time remaining: 14:03]

The vampire that just assaulted them was weakened. Despite its positive meaning, the message did not fill Travis with any hope. If THIS was a weakened vampire, then how powerful would she be after restoring her strength?

"...Isolde Ashthorn. Etch this into your minds," the vampire said as she crouched by Travis momentarily.

He groaned as he tried to lift his hand a little to charge an attack with <Mana Bolt>.

"My, you truly are special. I put every last bit of magic I had left into that and yet, you managed to resist?" Isolde came closer to Travis' face and took a long sniff. "Yes... you are... different..." her expression turned pondering. "Your blood is... much cleaner than what I'd expect of a human..."

"..."

"Worry not. I won't kill you. I cannot waste someone like you," she got a hand on his chin momentarily. Her hold, despite the situation, appeared gentle. After looking him over momentarily, Isolde moved her hands to his shoulders, and she lifted him with some hardship.

As Travis was just barely able to stand, he let go of Thunder Blade, the sword clattering on the ground. His yellow eyes traced Isolde's stride with difficulty as the vampire made her way to Violet. He tried to muster some strength to fight, but... his body barely obeyed.

"But she... is just an average human," her finger traced alongside Violet's face. Unable to do anything, the paralyzed woman only looked, not even a sound escaping her mouth. "I have no use for her."

...

"Hmm... but I have better things to do now," Isolde turned to Travis. "I'll deal with her after I'm done with you."

She approached him, her lightweight steps carrying an echo of the eerie presence that oozed from her body. Isolde led Travis to the bed and shoved him onto it when he was close enough. In an almost seductive way, she climbed on top of him, sitting on top of his crotch.

"I can't wait... time to eat," she stated, and then lunged at the man's arm.

As she opened her mouth fully, her four fangs became more pronounced, suddenly extending to roughly double the size they were previously. With her hair flailing around them both, Isolde bit into his arm. Feeling the surge of pain overwhelm his senses, the man screamed momentarily, trying to shake the vampire off of himself. As he saw his health dwindling, he could also sense his strength shrinking away.

A few notifications sprung forth. It was a series.

[Warning! Due to blood loss, all stats are reduced by 6%!]

[Warning! Due to blood loss, all stats are reduced by 9%!]

[Warning! Due to blood loss,--]

[Warning! --]

[Warn--]

...suddenly, he felt Isolde stop. Rising herself to a sitting position, the vampire woman licked her lips with delight.

"What are you?" sounded a question from her mouth. "You're... not a human, are you...?" Isolde continued, her expression turning into a ponder. "I've eaten so many in my life, but none of them were so... exquisite, so powerful. None of them could compare," her breathing becoming slightly heavier as she leaned in again. "I just... I don't want to lose this taste." She moved a little forward, causing her sizeable breasts to move on top of Travis's chest. With a tiny shudder from her body, she appeared to start salivating. "But... it'll be difficult... I've starved for so long..." her ruby eyes shot toward Violet, some kind of desire arising in them.

Neither the woman on the ground nor the man on the bed had ever seen a vampire. Therefore, some behaviors of this race would remain a mystery for a long time to come.

However, both of them could tell what Isolde had in mind.

"If I **** myself to this blood... maybe I'll stall myself off long enough for you to regenerate... yes..." she murmured, seemingly agreeing with her own words.

She rose to a sitting position. For a long second, she appeared to weigh her options. Using this time, Travis tried to reach out to her to aim a <Mana Bolt> at the woman. However, as his hand sluggishly advanced, Isolde was already starting to move toward Violet. If he wanted to aim properly, he needed to hurry up.

As he was about to tell his spirit to shoot, he got hold of something that he knew was a part of the vampire. Whilst charging up a magic strike, he grabbed it as strongly as he charged up the mana. '10 <Mana Bolts>.' he mustered up some of the magic he had left at that moment and fired it all in one powerful strike...

"Oh?" Isolde reacted to his hand as she felt it close in on her left breast. "What are you-- oh!" she felt the trickle of magic from the man just barely pierce through her dress, and make it to her flesh.

[You have dealt 7 damage.]

What?

This could not be. 10 <Mana Bolts> of level 3 had a damage potential of anywhere between 60 and 110, and there was also the magic power from Intelligence. Even if his stats were lowered by a third, this number should be at least in double digits...

Yet, it barely made a scratch. Was the vampire's magical resistance that great...?

Isolde cooed at the sensation of a shiver running through her body. "My... you don't want me to leave you that much?" she got her hand to his and slowly removed it. 'Then again, he did touch me where I like it... by father's name, it has been more than a century since I had a man... will he be good enough, I wonder?' she thought as she stopped her movements.

Slowly, Isolde looked at her dress exactly in the spot where the man's hand emanated the magic. On her previously immaculate dress now was a thumb-sized tear, which was filled by her large nipple, its pink shade barely discernable in the room's half-dim atmosphere. Feeling the cold air of the room tickle it, the vampire woman shuddered again, but this time with another feeling.

'...I can't think straight... his blood was so empowering, but... I want... I need... not only his blood. I need to fuck. It's been TOO long.'

"Alright, you win," she stated, slowly returning to her previous position. "Pleasure first, duties later," Isolde smiled ravenously, and a small trickle of saliva escaped her mouth, wetting her dress.

'Pleasure...?' the lying man felt fear in him soar to new heights. And yet, as his head was feeling mostly light, he couldn't **** himself to react in time to Isolde's hands caressing his chest through his tunic. Before he knew it, she had moved to his pants already. 'Does she mean what I think she does?'

It seemed that he was right. As Isolde quickly worked her hands, she got his penis in her hands. For a few seconds, she worked it, prompting Travis's tool to erect slowly.

"My... I can't contain myself. I need this...!" the vampire woman raised her voice a little before swiping a hand over her dress. In an instant, the article of clothing was torn off by a quick wave of blood, exposing her skin to the man she was about to straddle. Her cunt was dripping slightly, and there was naught a sign of any hair around. A smile entered her face again as she lowered her hips.

As the tip of Travis' still hardening cock entered her slit, Isolde felt an immeasurable wave of pleasure wash over her. Having not had sex in an extremely long time, it was like she was learning anew how good it felt. Even though only the tip entered, she clenched her teeth with enough **** to break a cow's femur. Her head spasmed a little, sending her hair flailing about.

But she still had the rest of the shaft to take on. With a feeling of anticipation that only was shadowed by the hunger she still felt, the vampire woman placed her hands on either side of Travis's arms and slowly started descending on him.

Every single centimeter that went in sent a wave of pleasure through her body. Every beat of the man's heart she could feel moved the penis on its own, prompting her carnal walls to massage the shaft wildly in response and adding to the pleasure they both felt.

Eventually, Isolde felt Travis's cock fit entirely in her, semi-hard yet stretching her insides slightly. A prolonged moan escaped her mouth as the vampire felt a series of mini-orgasms rock her body. Lowering herself a little, she felt her bountiful tits brush on the man's tunic, adding to the pleasure she felt.

Her breathing became ragged as she slowly raised her hips and then lowered them, beginning to ride the man. Moans sounded from her mouth now and again as her motions sped up.

After about a minute, Isolde suddenly stopped her movements as a howl of pleasure escaped her mouth. The insides of her fuckhole squeezed Travis' shaft strongly, almost as if threatening to rip it off with a stronger motion.

The vampire breathed heavily for a moment as she seemingly tried to fight an urge to fall onto him. Saliva kept dripping from her mouth and onto his tunic. Meanwhile, she didn't say a word, her mouth open and her ruby eyes eyeing Travis' yellow with an attitude betraying quite a bit of enjoyment.

'Shit, he IS good enough. I've not come so easily since Selinar... but will he last a bit longer?' she asked herself as she was forcing her limbs to move a little more. However, she started feeling some dizzyness sweep over her, slowly eroding her consciousness. 'No... NOT YET!' she yelled in her mind, forcing herself to not succumb to the feeling yet. Immediately, she slammed her hips down with full ****, the explosion of pleasure forcing her eyes open.

"YES!" she yelled momentarily. "I'm going to have SO much fun with you!" she laughed at her words whilst working her clit up and down his cock.

A minute or two passed, the only sounds in the room being Isolde's breathing and moans on top of her hips jumping down and down Travis's. She wasn't sure how she could orgasm twice at that time, and candidly, she didn't care. This pleasure, one she had forgotten over the century of being left (almost) alone, was more important.

However, Isolde did not realize that she was playing right into the incapacitated man's plan. She did not even think about the possibility of her pleasure being a result of tampering with her frame of mind.

-4 minutes earlier-

As Travis saw the wave of blood take away Isolde's clothes, he glanced in Violet's direction but failed to see her. Yet, he was sure of the situation. The paralyzed woman could do nothing but trace the scene with her eyes.

'Shit. Shit shit shit.' the man thought, feeling the vampire's vagina close in on his shaft. A wave of warmth went through his body, feeling both cozy and foreboding. He wasn't sure why, but it felt like having sex with this woman would only end badly. 'Am I... fated to die like this?' he wondered for a moment, feeling his heartbeat accelerate. As it did, the cloud of nausea over him started to dissipate slightly, letting him take the situation in clearly.

'No... I can't just die.' he gritted his teeth as he moved his hands slightly. 'There must be something... something to use. Come on... what myths there were about vampires? Something's bound to be true...'

He took a moment to ponder as Isolde orgasmed for the first time. Feeling his mind freed from the ridiculous tightness of her slit, he recalled as many memories of the myths as his strained and dizzy mind allowed. As the vampire woman started round two, he did his best to ignore what was happening. Momentarily, he closed his eyes, doing his best to blur out all sounds of Isolde's moaning. It was a brief moment for both of them, but barely enough for him to recall some scraps of legends he had heard before.

Weak to the sun bloodsuckers that loved feasting on any blood with traces of magic in it. Most of the time, they were underground. One of their favorite things to do was sleep.

...

'Sleeping? Wait... maybe that will do?' he wondered, opening his eyes and seeing the woman riding him and her red points glimmering at him. '...shit. It's not like I have any other option, do I? But... just a <Suggestion> will not be enough if she's a magic user... how could I assert that?'

...

'Maybe I can scan her like I can scan items... it's either this or going in blind. Please work, please work...' he begged RALS as he focused his eyes on her figure moving. Doing his best to not stare solely at her breasts or eyes, Travis did his best to take in her entire figure.

Suddenly, he was greeted by two panels.

'Talent in magic...? That's why I couldn't hurt her with <Mana Bolt>... no, don't overthink. Right now, I don't have any options. I need to break through her mind.' he thought as he opened his skill tree. He spotted <Mind Prickle> in an instant.

[Mind Prickle lvl.1

**** psionic energy into the target’s mind, causing mental damage.

Deals 8-12 + 10% of your magic power of damage to the target’s WP. Damage is increased by 20% for every mental debuff a target has. If the target’s WP is 0, this skill does nothing.

Cost: 15 WP]

Reading through its information, he checked his mana. It sat at around 220. His WP, however, was a little over 1400. This was the way to go about it.

'RALS, learn <Mind Prickle> skill.' he commanded the system, his expression slowly focusing through the pleasure and dizziness.

Without waiting for long, he summoned all the grit he still had in himself. Readying himself for any response from the vampire woman, he cast the first <Mind Prickle>.

The sensation was... strangely familiar. In a way, it felt like both <Suggestion> and <Mana Bolt> simultaneously. A <Suggestion> needed his own thoughts formed into an actual spell sent toward the mind of a creature. It was like a spell that triggered a response after reaching its destination. The way it was constructed also allowed him to gauge the target's mental power, albeit vaguely. <Mana Bolt>, on the other hand, was literally a spell that did one thing: damage the target. There was no further thinking needed and no special effects upon arrival. Just like that, form the attack and send it.

<Mind Prickle> was just like <Mana Bolt> in its core function. Travis felt it sap some of his Willpower to form a bolt of psionic energy inside his mind. However, the way it was delivered was much like <Suggestion> (since it was a mental spell).

As he felt the first one hit something, he felt a spike of fear arise in his heart anew. Could it be that Isolde had a psionic barrier?

...

But there was no reaction from the vampire woman other than her moans and motions. If she felt it, she didn't show it. He tried it again, and the same result occurred. However, the way the spell worked did provide him with a new problem.

'Using this doesn't let me gauge her Willpower... is it because it affects her WP rather than her mind directly? Then... my best bet will be to just throw them at her. I'll leave myself with... 200.' he decided, watching Isolde's tits bounce around whilst the woman rode him continuously.

<Mind Prickle>

<Mind Prickle>

...

[Skill 'Mind Prickle' leveled up!]

A notification sprung forth around the twentieth or so skill cast. But Travis didn't care much. He just kept on sending them.

Every time her hips touched down on his, another bolt of psionic energy hit her mind. With every ragged breath of them both, more Willpower was thrown around. To the eye of a bystander, it looked like just a man and woman having sex. To Violet, it seemed like Travis was being **** by Isolde.

But in reality, it was a fight of minds. And it was the type that only one side was even aware of.

However, the more Travis used his skills, the more he noticed that Isolde's voice became louder. At first, her moans were throaty and rather silent but as he kept using the skill, she started letting her voice out more, especially whenever she orgasmed. Eventually, she was gasping and screaming while leaning in closer to him. She even let their lips touch, giving him a sloppy kiss (which he had barely a way of fighting back). She tasted... very sweet, strangely. Her plump lips on his felt like dense cotton, soft and springy.

[Skill 'Mind Prickle' leveled up!]

Surprisingly, the same notification appeared again just a few shots before Travis's WP dropped below 200. Deciding to stop the usage of <Mind Prickle>, he instead switched to sending a single <Suggestion>.

<I will need to sleep after this. I'll deal with them afterward.>

It... sunk in nearly instantly. Travis's spell met next to no resistance on its way, and he sensed as it connected with Isolde's mind nearly perfectly. At that moment, a glimmer of hope appeared on the horizon. Without thinking much, he sent in another one.

<I shouldn't kill them.>

This <Suggestion> did meet some opposition on its way. For the briefest of moments, the man's heart sank, but then he discerned the skill suddenly connecting with the vampire's mind. Almost as in response, Isolde screamed, "YES! I'm going to have SO much fun with you!"

'It seems like she wants to keep us as a toy...? I suppose that's a little better from killing us... but not enough.'

He **** his hands to move to the vampire's buttocks. Not being able to keep up with the speed, he simply slammed his hands onto her cheeks, which prompted a secondary slapping sound to erupt in the room.

"OH!" Isolde moaned in response, seemingly unbothered by how he was able to move in the slightest. This was a chance for Travis.

<I want him to take control.>

He wasn't sure if that type of a <Suggestion> would work, but he was willing to risk it. That was because of one thing: if she willingly would give up control in here, he felt that using his next spells would be easier. If not, he still could work it out.

His spell connected nearly instantly, prompting Isolde to get a hold of his hands and slap her ass again. After that, she got one of them onto her hair and signaled him to pull it.

'Now. RALS, use <Full Restore>.' he commanded the system.

[Processing...]

[*HP refilled to the maximum.

*Stamina refilled to the maximum.

*All debuffs dispersed.

*For 5 minutes, you have a flat 1/3 chance to resist any debuff cast upon you.]

Instantly, Travis felt all dizziness and restrictions of his movements dissipate like lies they were. A sensation of empowerment surged in him, which he immediately seized. Planting a strong slap on Isolde's asscheek, he pulled her hair, forcing her head close to his. Deciding that this distance was enough, he lunged forward, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Without any resistance, he shifted their collective weight, and in just a few seconds he was fucking the vampire woman missionary style.

But a change of sex position was not his main goal. What he wanted was control. Feeling that Isolde was panting even heavier than before, he deduced that another of her orgasms must've been approaching. Speeding up the movements of his hips, he slammed into her time and time again, feeling his release coming quickly as well.

The woman's voice turned into a single, prolonged scream as her body shook with the most powerful release to date. Nearly at the same time, the man came deep into her and immediately exited her snatch.

"...wow..." Isolde spoke after a few seconds, slowly moving her head from its position. "I... *huff* didn't expect... that good a performance *puff*... wait..." suddenly, she frowned slightly as she moved her legs a little.

"Look at this," Travis wasted no time, immediately bringing out the Shard of Nihhelar. Its violet surface shined in the torch's light. '<Hypnosis>.' he gave Isolde no time at all to realize what was happening. As soon as he noticed the vampire looking at the item, his mind already was casting the spell.

It literally took less than three seconds. Perhaps it was because of physical fatigue or due to lack of Willpower, but Isolde didn't even manage to voice a single word of protest before her movements halted. The only indication that she was still alive was her ragged breathing and her red eyes following after the amethyst in his hand.

'Holy shit. It worked. But I don't have a lot of time.' Travis conceded with a heavy sigh of relief as he noticed a new notification in his field of view. 'Rather than hoping for a second shot, I should finish it in one go.'

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