Let Yona feed

You look at Yona and nod. “You may.”

She spreads her arms. Her dress gives her the look of being an enormous bat. She plunges toward the innocent girl.

As Yona strikes, her dress wraps itself around the girl. Both she and Yona disappear into a black cocoon. You smile, hearing the muffled screams within. Eventually the screaming stops, and Yona’s dress begins to recede.

Instead of seeing Yona and a desiccated corpse, the black fabric reveals Yona smiling at the girl from the carriage.

The girl is subtlety changed. Her hair is the color of spun gold. Her lips are full and stained dark red. Her skin is flawless and pale. Her breasts are several sizes larger and strain against her silver dress.

She rises languidly. She poses, displaying her lush curves.

Yona looks at you. “May I present Princess Vilma, the Light Of Aldara. Her virgin blood was most exquisite.”

The girl sashays up to you. Then she kneels. “Malena the Bloodthirsty, Lady of Darkness, I’ll swear eternal fealty to you if you’ll have me.”

Your scale armor changes to a leather corset and fishnet stockings. A red whip adorns your waist. Your gray skinned slit is bare and your arousal plain to see.

You stare down into her large brown doe eyes, now accentuated with dark eyeshadow. “You may.”

Her eyes twinkle red with lust and hunger. “May...may I please you, Mistress?”

You snap your red whip. “You may.”

She licks and tastes you, flicking her cold tongue over your clit. Sharp black fingernails dig into the back of your thighs as she pulls herself deeper into your sex. She licks. She sucks. She teases with her long canines. She is delightful. Between the glorious killing and her expert ministrations, you cum quickly, spraying her face with your thick black juices.

Vilma stands up grinning. She opens her mouth showing off a set of bright white fangs. “It is most fortuitous that you encountered me Mistress. I was returning to my father to recommend he send troops to Calamaria to break the Dark Lord’s siege. If you allow me to return I will put an end to that foolishness and open our borders to your...emissaries.”

She closes her eyes and licks her full, cum coated lips. When she opens her eyes they are irridescent red and full of hunger.

She continues. “Allow me to return, and give me six months and when your army comes to conquer us we will open our gates to you.”

You ponder the thought. Your desire for blood and **** makes the thought of conquest by subterfuge sound cheap. Yet your desire to dominate is thrilled at the thought of an entire kingdom willingly bowing to you.

The question is do you let Vilma return to her kingdom, even though her powers might be of use against the Druids.