The beginning...

With all the horror of your recent defeat and enslavement, you fear that your sleep will be plagued with bad dreams. After all your recent life... and **** was filled with horror you had never imagined possible. You felt bad about the lives you had taken, the hunters back in the crypts... the half elf on the road. All of the thoughts worried you as you lay down in the ancient sarcophagus, with its beautiful craving and ancient elfish script.

And so you doubt that sleep will come easy, or be restful for your troubled mind. Closing the lid of the ancient sarcophagus, you lay back closing your eyes. You had heard the term 'Sleep of the dead' the whole of your life... but sleep had always came hard for you. Not now however, closing your eyes you mind simply stopped. You awoke some time later knowing it was once more night time, feeling the surge of energy and hunger driving you. Climbing out of the sarcophagus you stand up, the hidden room is nice and dark. But you have no trouble moving over to the door opening it, you step out into the wine cellar.

Finding your new thrall waiting for you there, the hefty little merchant stares at you with a mixture of fear and awe. “Master... you awake.” His mind is open to you, inside you can see all of his flaws and vices plainly displayed. It both amuses and disgusts you, avarice so strong it is almost a stench. A powerful under-laying lust, no one is safe from his desires although he has a weakness for young pleasant girls. Food and drink are also great pleasures to him, envy is his greatest flaw it is the reason that he makes the money. He can never be one of the nobles he envy's, even if he throws these nasty revelries that they all enjoy so much.

“Obviously... and I hunger.” You growl warningly, as Oran smiles up at you ingratiatingly while you loom over him. Listening to his heart pounding in his chest, the sound of the blood slithering through his veins. The scent of his sweat, not just sweat you inhale deeper picking up the scent of sex.

“I have brought you a treat from the slums... a waif no one will mourn should he go missing.” You reach into the rotund little merchants mind, watching his memories of enjoying the lad. You get the idea that this is not something new for the Merchant, he has often payed for whores from the slums to service his party guests. “I will lead you to him master.” His words choked off as you grab his throat, lifting you onto his toes as you look down into his eyes.

“I do not like sloppy seconds... in the future it would be wise to remember that.” Setting your servant back down on the floor, you follow him up through the house in the master bedroom you find your prey. He really is a handsome lad, with pale blonde hair and sky blue eyes than speak of the north lands. He is lounging in Oran's huge bed, with only a sheet covering his pale sweaty young body. The stench of sex is thick within the room, for a split second it takes you back to the crypts. When it was you naked in the bed, the monsters taking turns with you as you feebly struggled to defend your virtue only to fail over and over again.

The lad cowers back as you enter the room, and then sits up in bed forcing a false smile onto his handsome face. “Oho so this is your noble friend... he is very handsome.” The lad stammered looking over at Oran, you can't help noticing that he is avoiding looking at you to close. You can feel his fear of you, it is strangely pleasing to you for some reason. “Would... would you like to join me sir?” He asks as you shed your clothing, you can feel his arousal as you expose your naked body. “Oh gods sir... your very large.” Your pale body is much more pleasing to him than Oran's fat, hairy body had been, the lad throws the sheet back exposing his arousal to you. Inviting you into the bed with him, behind you you can sense Oran watching excitedly. You consider ordering him to leave, yet his presents in the room watching seems to be keeping the prey calm.

“I am going to enjoy you very much.” You purr, in a voice that you hardly recognize as coming from your mouth. Slowly you stalk over towards the bed, struggling to control yourself to keep from frightening the little whore more that you already had. And then you are on top of him, hard organ buried inside of his sloppy little hole. Mouth covering his own, as your will overwhelms his mind doing to him what the vampire in the crypt had done to you. It was so much better from this side, you felt powerful as you used him.

However, your pleasure is more of a psychological nature. In your cold, undead body, you do not experience the purely physical pleasure that would characterize the normal flesh of a mortal being engaged in copulation. Your current pleasure is of some kind of perverted, non-human nature. You enjoy the feeling of domination over this pathetic human creature. The feeling of dominance over the puny will and body of this weak mortal is what drives you to continue your aggressive actions. And one more thing: you really like the feeling of the proximity of a living, quivering body, inside of which hot blood moves in a rapid flow through the veins and arteries.

Across the room you can see Oran pleasuring himself, as you ravish this helpless morsel under you with a wild savagery. You had never rutted so long and powerfully in your life before, and certainly never with another male like you were doing now. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you can hear booming laughter and feel like everything you are doing is for the amusement of some dark god. You began biting then, torturing your prey with the pain and pleasure. Draining his blood a little at a time, taking more of his life every-time you bite him. He struggles at first, but the fight leaves him as his body grows weaker and weaker the more you take from him.

“Uhuuuu...” He is moaning pitifully now his body bruised and battered by your brutal treatment, bite marks covering his pale flesh as his eyes roll in his head. Slowly you move down his body, the lad far to weak to struggle anymore. You smile as you look at his erect organ, watching the thick veins throbbing along its length. The now terrified lad watches you in horror, as you open your mouth baring those needle sharp fangs. Driving them in... savoring the blood that courses through his aroused male organ as you listen to Oran moaning in release. Closing your eyes you drink, deeper and deeper until the blood stops flowing from that young body. Sitting up in bed you wipe your mouth, looking over at Oran as he stands there panting for breath.

“You have done well... I am not displeased.” Tossing the drained corpse out of bed, you gesture for Oran to join you. “I enjoyed that more than expected... perhaps a sloppy hole is not such a bad thing. I know he filled yours... and I still feel excited.” You gesture down to your stiff organ, although you have spilled your putrid green seed more than once. That erection shows no sign of leaving you, watching Oran's eyes widen as fear grips him. Still he obeys you quickly, you go at a more leisurely pace with your thrall. Both of you enjoy it and you drain only a small amount of his blood, as you speak to him about these parties that will be your hunting grounds. Once you have finished, you redress while looking down at the pale drained corpse of the boi whore. “You must be sure to dispose of him somewhere that he will not be found.”

“Yes master I know of a old mine shaft, which is located east of the city in a hilly area... This mine has long been abandoned. It is very deep no one will discover him there.”