Gwenyth has a secret crypt nearby

"Lady Gwenyth, don't you need to sleep soon?" you ask, noting the lightening purple of the sky.

"Please, just call me Gwen. And yes. It is only minutes from sunrise, but we are nearly there. To my secret crypt where I stay when I am hunting in the salt mires."

Almost immediately she stops you with a raised glove, seems to sniff the air, and hurries over to a patch of dead plants. The plants conceal the wooden door that opens over a vertical shaft and ladder, almost like a small well. You are hesitant, but Gwen reassures you. "There is nothing to be afraid of down there."

You follow her down the tunnel and to a small, low-ceilinged chamber of raw earth. The bottom of the chamber is covered in red satin pillows. You see that there are pieces of clothing and a wooden dummy. She stands beside the dummy and motions you over.

"Will you help me?" she asks and you realize it is for her armor.

You begin to unbuckle and remove her suit of intricate elven plate mail a piece at a time. Beneath the surprisingly lightweight metal pauldrons she is weiring a soft chemise of white cotton. It clings to her lithe body where the plates and straps have pressed it in, but there is no sweat. Clearly her body no longer suffers the hardships of wearing armor.

As you remove her armore you cannot help but notice how exquisitely beautiful Gwen is. Her body is long, but well-proportioned, with slender, muscular legs, a firm ass that is barely covered by the chemise, and wineglass breasts that fill out the top. Her nipples are hard beneath the fabric and she notices you admiring them as you stand beside her. Her ruby lips curl into a smile and she gazes at you with her red-flecked eyes.

"You may sleep in this chamber," she says and gestures to the pillows.

"Where will you sleep?"

"I will retire to my tomb. It is much smaller and colder, but it is what I am used to."

You place your hand on hers and step a bit closer. You realize the sort of creature she is and that you should be afraid of her, but you are not. After all, she saved your life. If she meant you harm she surely could have inflicted it without all this.

"What if I wish to join you in there?"

"I'm very hungry," she warns. "And there is only just barely room for two. It would be a very..."

She leans forward.

"...tight fit. I wouldn't want to..."

She bares her fangs.

"...squeeze you too much."

You see a flash in your head, so real you can almost feel the sensations of you and Gwen naked, tangled together in the cramped tomb, and the vampiress drinking your blood. It is a thrilling, terrifying sight and as you snap out of it you can feel moisture on your sensitive slit. She smiles at you, lust in her dark eyes. Lust and hunger.