It's too dangerous.

You pause and consider the acolyte's offer. You are are uncertain if it would work. And, it's dangerous beyond measure. You are caught in indecision. In the end Arielle makes the choice for you. You see her chest stop rising.

The acolyte comforts you,"I'm so sorry." She stands up and leaves you with your pain.

There is nothing to say, nothing you can do. Hunched over the body of your friend you simply cry. You are uncertain how much time has passed. Arielle's body seems to twitch. You feel a cold clawed hand grasp your shoulder. Arielle's eyes pop open.

"There, there, it's not so bad...I'm feeling much better."

You start to scream, but can't even manage a peep as the other cold hand covers your mouth. Arielle tips your head to the side and lunges at your neck. You feel two icy pinpricks on your throat. The pain is intense, and you hear disturbing sucking noises from Arielle. You begin to feel weak. Soon the pain turns to pleasure. Each suck brings an intense, unfamiliar pleasure. Finally, Arielle relents. You look up at Arielle and realize how intensely gorgeous she has become. Her already toned body is even more perfect. Her skin is now a flawless alabaster. Her waist has narrowed giving her a more feminine look. And, her breasts have grown larger and more perfect. You feel weak. Perhaps you are dying.

Arielle smiles showing off a pair of sinister looking fangs. She has Ferat's ebony dagger and her hand. She slashes across her wrist. Concerned for your friend you try to shout no, but no sound comes out. Instead of the shower of arterial blood you were expecting from the slash, only a small amount of blackish blood oozes forth. With her uncut hand Arielle sits you up. She places the cut wrist of her other hand to your mouth. At first you resist, but after she forces you to taste a bit you find it intoxicating. You begin to suckle at her wrist. You feel stronger and you want more, when Arielle pulls her wrist away.

"Enough my ****. I need you to guard me during the day and keep me safe."

"Of course, Arielle, I mean mistress. I am happy to obey." Even as you say it you know it is true. You would do anything for your friend. Anything she asks, if only to feel the pleasure of her bite again.

She beckons you to follow and you do. You feel strangely strong. You arrive back at the Inn and she commands you to go back to your room and help Harold in the morning. You feel excited, thrilled to obey her. As you enter your room, she enters Harold's. You sit down on the bed one, hand massaging your mons, the other massaging the two puncture wounds on your neck. As you hear Harold scream, you orgasm. You fall asleep to the beautiful sound of your mistress fucking her newest thrall.

In the morning you rise, the sun feels to bright and you avoid it as you wander down to see your companions. Harold is arguing that the group should travel the blight by night. You quickly join in as your mistress commanded and support Harold. The argument is soon won. You smile. You have tens hours to masturbate, while thinking of how best to serve her.

As the sun sets your mistress joins the group and you begin the journey. The days blur and you care only about the safety and happiness of your mistress. Caramus talks to you at camp one morning. He is concerned about Arielle, worried she might have been bitten by a vampire. You laugh it off and convince him otherwise. All the while secretly thrilled you protected your mistress, your new goddess.

Early one morning, once camp is set, she visits your tent. She smiles at you baring her fangs. You crook your head giving her easy access and she bites you. With each tiny suck you orgasm. She leaves and allows you to sleep in.

You lose track of days, but you notice the change in terrain, concerned how it might affect your mistress. You climb a mountain trail and look down upon a vale. Below there is a citadel, an encampment of what could be orcs or beast men of some kind and what looks like a monastery built with black basalt.

You wait anxiously for what the mistress will tell you to do.