Lying in Wait

It was three days away from your...luxurious, castle. You were also a day away from Alferheim, your forces just going past the crypt city in order to find fruitful hunting grounds. Your contingent of six Crypt Guards were an intimidating sight...unflinching skeleton elite footman dawned in dark, gothic designed armor with shields that looked to be made of metal coffin lids and large halberds. They stationed themselves around the camp, overlooking everything and remaining on guard. There were also five archers patrolling the camp grounds, keeping an eye on the perimeter.

There was very little in the ways of tenting. Really there were only two of them. A well-sized tent where your male slaves went and slept communally. There was very little furnishing in there asides from a large cloth put on the ground to protect themselves from the elements just below them. And then there was the large tent in the center of the camp. That was where you reside temporarily.

It was spartan, but more luxurious than the **** tent. A finer quality outside blanket made up the flooring a large cot was placed in the center. Off to the side was a table and a sack of books. On the other side of the tent was a table that held your grimoire and your ritual knife. It would do for now, but you longed for a day where you could go on long campaigns and bring with you a large tent with furnishings that would take multiple carriages to carry. And you would have great beasts being the backbone of the transportation rather than pitiful slaves.

But that was not until the far, far future...and right now, you have other things to focus on. And currently, one of them was moaning in half-fear and half-lust. It was a confused sound, that thought one way but felt another and was caught in the middle. It was the poor **** girl you took for your food. And today, you didn't feel like spoiling her as you embraced her standing up and feasted from her neck. Her face was contorted in this quagmire of emotions and she overcome with the sensations of pain, pleasure, and fear. The blood that pumped through her veins robbed her brain of the oxygen she needed and caused her to hallucinate as the subtle vampiric venom to numb the bite replaced it. She could not tell if she was being sucked dry of blood, or having her pussy ate out.

But you were not stupid...you needed her for much longer than this one session. You knew when to stop. And when that time came, you pulled your fangs out and slowly brought the poor girl to rest on your cot. She would need to rest all day and night to recover, but once a day is good enough for you to get by.

As she was laid to rest, you went out of the tent and inspected the **** tent, the carriage, and your skeletal soldiers. You were right off the course of a popular trade route between Alferheim and the other villages and town that was connected to it. It was only a matter of time before someone stumbled across their path and get ambushed.