A struggling Yona

Your first instinct is to kill. With a thought your sword flies to your hand glowing red and eager to to be used.

The dark lord places a hand upon your shoulder. "It is bad luck to kill the maid of honor. Give her this gift instead."

You realize the living girl is your squire Yona. You can smell her innocence as she struggles with a pair of sisters of darkness.

You walk up to her smiling. You stare down the sisters of the dark holding her. "Release her."

Yona looks positively terrified. "Malena?"

"There is no need to fear, Yona."

You step toward her. She looks like a frightened rabbit, ready to bolt.

"Remember you swore to obey me, my squire."

"Malena, Is that...is that really you?"

You wink. "Of course its me Yona." You step forward. "And, I have a gift for you."

You are close enough to kiss her. She whispers. "Malena, we have to get out of here."

"First your gift, Yona." You begin to put the choker on her neck. As you fasten it you whisper. "This will hurt."

As you clasp the choker the look of sheer terror is priceless.

The moment you finish her eyes bulge. Yona brings her hands up to her neck and begins trying to claw at the black lace.

She begins to turn a pretty shade of blue. Moments later she is on the floor. You watch her life **** seep into the ruby. It begins to glow.

First Yona's skin already pale and blue, becomes even paler. Freckles and imperfections disappear. Darkness seems to swirl about her body. You watch her hair go from a loathsome strawberry blond to a beautiful dark red. Her black robes morph into hundreds of long, ragged, black silk, rags. You smile as her eyes open. They are the same ruby red as the gem on her choker and filled with a bloodlust that matches your own.

"Hiss." A musical sound escapes Yona's lips. Then she simply rises. The black silk rags flutter about her, then simply land in what looks like an elegant, even regal, black party dress.

Yona opens her mouth giving you clear view of brilliant white teeth as well as a pair of long fangs.

"Thank you for my gift, my liege." She rasps.

You look her over. The innocent beauty she possessed is long gone. Now her body is full and ripe, long lashes, and dark colored make up give her a wanton look. She is wonderful.

"Come Yona, meet my mate, the dark lord."

As she should, she follows you obediently. She reaches the dark lord and kneels.

The dark lord gives a little chuckle. "For representing the brides contingent, I have a little gift for you."

Your lover hands Yona a black leather parasol, trimmed in fine lace. The moment it touches her hands it seems to suck up all the light around it.

Yona smiles a toothy gin and curtsies. "Thank you so much, my lord."

"My bride I hear you agreed to let Akarra give you a tour of the castle and her lands. She has been begging me to allow it. Would you like a tour of her?"

Your pussy moistens. You want to fuck Akarra, dominate her, make her your obedient helper.

She stands next to your lord, looking simply succulent.