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Chapter 16 by Jnightshade Jnightshade

What does nightfall bring?

Rise of the undead.

As the last rays of the sun hit the earth, darkness swallows you. Again you feel reborn. Your eyes flicker open, revealing faintly glowing red irises. You feel the call of your master, Vlad. Though the castle has become familiar, you could find him anywhere.

When you arrive at the library he is already fucking Alyssa.

"Come...oh!...join us darling." She manages in between moans as Vlad pounds her cold pussy.

You focus and move to them with inhuman speed. You kiss Vlad. His lips are warm. You smile. The Master has fed. You slide in front of Alyssa, licking and sucking on one cold breast, while flicking the nipple of the other with a long, sharp, shiny, black fingernail. Soon Alyssa comes with a mighty moan.

You switch positions and Vlad parts your cold nether lips with his warm rod. You moan in ectasy as he plunges into you. His member is like molten lava against your sex. Alyssa's licking and sucking your breasts barely even registers as Vlad pounds your pussy relentlessly. You come screaming in pleasure.

"Now my brides tonight we leave Monster Island! Ingo has prepared a coach. But, first you must feed." He points his hand to a peasant girl chained to the wall.

In a blur you and Alyssa are upon her. Alyssa strikes first, penetrating her jugular. The girl sighs in pleasure and pain. You strike her wrist easily penetrating the artery. The peasants sweet sweet blood flows into you. After some time the blood stops flowing. You and Alyssa release the girl. She falls limp. You feel warm and energized, ready for tonight's journey.

The three of you exit. At the entrance, Ingo sits upon a coach pulled by two large black horses. Vlad opens the coach door for you and Alyssa. As you slide in, you give Ingo a predatory glance, allowing your fangs to lengthen. He shudders.

Soon you are off. It isn't long before you catch a hint of a familiar scent.

"May I..."

Vlad cuts you off. "Of course you may, my bride, don't dally."

You focus your mind and leap from the coach, changing into a bat as you fly through the air.

Whatever do you smell?

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