The most powerful Vampire countess in the land

“Lady Charlotte is the most feared vampire countess in all the land.” Levan speaks with an air of seriousness, the count’s face seeming even more pale then usual as he puts his drink back down on the counter.

Skara looks concerned upon hearing this. Sure she doesn’t know what being contacted by the lands most powerful vampire countess entails, but it seems to be distressing her master, so she figures it can’t be good.

“L-let me know if I can help in some way master!” Skara suddenly pipes up in a determined tone.

Even if Skara doesn’t understand entirely what’s going on, she thought she should try to easy her masters burden’s in anyway she can. He’s been really nice to her after all, and anyways as a **** she should always try to make her master happy. Levan then gives Skara a amused smile which causes the orc girl to shrink back slightly. Speaking up so suddenly like that isn’t something she’s ever really done before. Usually slaves are discouraged from such out bursts, yet with her new master wanting her to be ‘independent’ she thought perhaps this is how he wants her to act?

“Sorry master that wasn’t to crass of me was it?” Skara apologizes eyes flicking around the room as she rubs her arm nervously.

“Hehe not at all my dear, I appreciate knowing that I can lean on you if whatever task the countess needs of me turns out to be too monumental for me to handle alone.” Levan chuckles.

“Ah, don’t worry you can count on me master!” Skara says, clenching her fists with resolves as Levan’s sarcasm seems to have gone over her head.

This makes Levan laugh even more. It’s a nice brief light hearted reprieve before he then turns back to James, and refocuses on the urgent matter at hand.

“So then what does countess Charlotte need from me?” Levan asks his demeanor turning serious once more.

“She says-well perhaps it’s better if you read this yourself my lord.” James says holding out the letter.

Levan takes the letter, the is seal already broken showing that indeed James has already read through the note. As he unfolds it Levan’s eyebrows go up as he recognizes the neat fancy hand writing. The countess hasn’t just had one of her scribes write this up for her, she wrote this by hand herself. Just what exactly is so important that she would do this personally Levan wonders.

Dear Count Levan

i don’t wish to take up much of your more certainly busy day so I’ll forgo the niceties, and get right to the point. As you may well know for the many years I have been unalive I have been fascinated by the era of Vampire kings. Though their rule was short, and their territory limited I have long envied the days when us nightwalkers openly ruled over the humans, and the other lesser races. However after a century of research I believe I may have found a way for vampires to retake our proper place on the hierarchy. So I invite you as well as many other neighboring sects to come to my lair one month from now, so that I may show you what I have discovered. Please be sure to get all your affairs in order in the mean time as I will not tolerate any excuses for refusal of my invitation.

Signed Countess Charlotte Alwyn

Levan folds the note, and places it on the counter top. He then takes a swig of the apple cider once more. Gods how he wishes he could still get drunk. Because right now he could very much use some ale to take the edge off.

“You see the trouble now my lord?” James says still looking just as anxious as he did when he first arrived.

“Yes I do, just what exactly could have the countess discovered to summon all the near by counts like this?” Levan asks thinking out loud.

It’s rare for vampires of different sects to meet, let alone have a gathering of multiple leaders at the same place. Territory is a big thing among Vampires. While Levan’s sect the DaggerFang collective, did some time venture into other vampire sect’s territory for assassinations it was in secrecy or with express permission of said sect. For if his servants or him are found in territory that is not his own it very well would lead of confrontation, or at worse all out war between sects. After all vampires are at their core predatory creatures, and like other predatory animals don’t appreciate others in their hunting ground.

Though even if the meeting of the counts isn’t foreboding enough, Levan’s predicament with Skara means he will have to take her along as well. To bring her to such a rare event, with so many important vampires, Levan is unsure how the half-Orc would react to such an intense situation. He wants to help the girl progress into her own person, and yet this event could cause the girl to regress.

Some of the other counts aren’t exactly kind, and even if Levan were to stay by her side to prevent any physical harm from befalling her. He is worries about any comments the other counts may make towards Skara. Due to her life as a **** She already is very timid, and submissive. to the point of self deprecating. One off hand insult, one provocative statement from the more powerful, and sadistic vampire, and it could take root in Skara’s mind. Growing her sense of inferiority, and reinforce her self perception as a **** rather then a person.

Though it’s not like he can say no to invitation either. Count Charlotte already has made it clear she wouldn’t tolerate him not showing up. No doubt if he refuses to come she will see it as a slightly against her, and may retaliate in turn. As well their is that discovery she’s seemed to have made, and Levan would like to know what exactly the countess has found. After all if it can really put vampires on top of the hierarchy again like she said, then it would be wise to listen to what she has to say. Though Levan isn’t one who is overly power hungry, if Charlotte gives the other sects some sort of power, or plan to make them stronger, then he risks his sect becoming. Then if it becomes weak another sect could takeover or out right wipe out his own.

Thinking of all of his loyal warriors and servants in danger, Levan clenches his fists. He won’t let that happen...

“Don’t worry James I’ll take care of it, come Skara we have to go to my study I have a response letter I must reply to.” Levan says motioning for Skara to follow.

“Yes master.” Skara gives James a quickly nod of acknowledgement, and then walks after Levan.

The two then leave the kitchen with Levan leading the way. After a quick walk they reach Levan’s study, the room a quaint little office filled with parchments, and a few books. Levan takes a seat in front of one the large desk in the center of the room. Opening a drawer he grabs some parchment, and an ink pen as he gets all prepared to write.

“I shouldn’t be to long, please take a seat.” Levan points towards a comfortable looking cushioned chair for Skara to sit on.

“Are you sure master I um, can help you if you need it.” Skara asks as she fiddles with her sleeve.

Not doing any sort of service for her master for so this long, Skara feels like she hasn’t really been doing her duty as a ****. Really shes’s starting to feel a bit ashamed. She hasn’t done a single thing for him since she came in to his care. Even if Levan hasn’t ordered her to do anything or, punished her for not doing anything, some about just doesn’t sit right to her. So she decides to be a bit well, forward....

“Uh maybe I-I can give you some pleasure, there is some room under desk master I can just scoot right betwee-.”

Skara can’t even finish her sentence before the count cuts her off.

“What NO! ahem No that would be inappropriate, and umm too distracting, but thank you for the offer Skara.” The counts says losing his composure for a brief moment at such a lewd offer.

Skara ears are burning, putting herself out there like that only to be rejected, it’s so shameful. Still though she should offer up more to her master, even if he doesn’t want her to sexual please him there are still other ways she can make her feel good. Skara’s eyes then light up as she then remembers an other yet less lewd talent of her’s.

“Oh perhaps then I can give you a massage master, I have been praised by clients of my old master before because of my massages.” Skara says, seeming to really insist upon doing something to please the count.

The count is about to object, when he stops for a second realizing he shouldn’t be to hasty. Really a massage can’t hurt, it’s not like it’s something un-respectable to be doing, and seeing how desperately eager Skara seems to be, it might be best to indulge the girl before she starts to feel useless. Besides it’ll give her something to do rather then just have her sit around till he can figure out how to approach this letter.

“Alright, alright you’ve convinced me Skara, show me what you can do.” Levan’s says giving Skara a slight smile.

Skara’s whole face then seems to light up, and she quickly rushes over to the count.

“Right master just leave it to me I’ll make you feel great I promise.” Skara chirps seeming a lot happier now that she has been tasked with work.

Levan removes his coat so that Skara can have an easier time working over his body. Neatly he deals drapes his coat over the back of his chair, leaving him in only his white dress shirt for a top. Skara then gets to it, her delicate digits starting to work into the counts shoulders. As she continues on with her tender touch Levan has to admit the half-Orc is quite skillful with her hands. The vampire count can feel his self relaxing, and tension start to leave his body. He even lets slip a satisfied sigh as starts to unwinds more, and more. Still he doesn’t lose himself to the soft shoulder rub, still maintaining enough of his focus he starts to write his response to lady or countess Charlotte.

Dear Countess Charlotte Alwyn

I shall first start of by says how wonderful it is to hear for you again. As well as thank you for giving me a months time to get all my affairs in order.

Levan pauses a bit stumped on how he should continue the letter. He needs to be careful to much praise, and countess Charlotte might see it as groveling, and this would most certainly make him look weak. However to much of a lack of a respect, and she just might take offense. Gah, normally Levan is quite a accomplished wordsmith yet now he found himself unable to make the right words come. Though even with the stress of writing this letter Skara.... Ah, the massage is heavenly. To the count it’s like the hands of an angel have been sent down to heal his soul through his flesh.

“Do you mind if I slip my hand under your shirt master, I’ll be able to provide a much better experience if would allow me to.” Skara then asks seeming to be in a good mood as she can tell her her master is enjoying her massage very much.

“Oh, of course my dear please do so.” Levan says, keen feel those gentle fingers on his naked skin.

Skara cheerfully slips her hands under the collar of Levan’s shirt, Skara’s smile then fades upon touching the count’s flesh, and she quickly pulls her hand back away. She holds the hand that touched the count by the wrist, a look of shock on her face like she had just unexpectedly touched the underside of a toad.

“Is something wrong?” Levan asks, curious why Skara relinquished her touch like that.

“No no, it’s nothing master it’s just... your so cold I was surprised.” Skara says, cautiously putting her hand on Levan’s shoulder again like she was trying to come to terms with what she just felt.

“Ah yes vampires body temperature is a lot lower then regular then normal humans sorry I should have told so you wouldn’t have been so shocked.” Levan dips his head apologetically.

“I-it’s nothing master please d-don’t apologize on my behalf, really just concentrate on your work, and I’ll take care of you.” Skara says waving a hand around, to discourage her master from doing something such as apologizing to her.

After all it is her fault for getting so startled.

“Alright then I leave myself in your capable hands.” Levan flashes Skara a smile, before he then turns his head back to his letter.

“Thank you master, I mean right, master you can count on me.” Skara says a bit flustered by such a comment as she again slips her hands under his shirt.

With that Skara resumes her massage, and Levan resumes his letter. Her hands now touching his bare skin directing, Levan feels something bubbling with in him. He can feel the warmth of her hands, the tenderness of her flesh. He can feel the blood pumping through her fingers. All that delicious delectable blood. The count can feel himself start to salivate as he keeps thinking about. Inhaling deeply he can even smell the crimson liquid through her skin. It’s becoming hard for Levan to keep writing now, his focus waning as his head swirls with desires to feed. Surely she would let him have just a taste right? She did say she was his ****, that he could do anything he wished too her right?