They take the women to Valdin

The taste of the combined undead seed was still thick on Venus' tongue, much to her lament, as they were taken to the vampire's castle. The lich had conjured up magical chains between herself, Ness, Illias, Tina and Viola. Unsurprisingly, none of them were particularly enthused with what would await them within Valdin's halls of power. The Shadow Hunter remembered the bill that had been posted for his destruction, mentioning that he had kidnapped a number of comely young women in his attacks. No doubt he was gathering food and.. entertainment both. She shuddered at the thought of serving a vampire in any capacity, but her defeat at the undead and the subsequent march to the stronghold had left her exhausted, incapable of putting up any resistance.

It was far better kept than she had anticipated. Normally, these structures were damaged or falling apart, but Valdin's home was in pristine condition. The castle looked prepared to throw back any siege laid against it. No doubt he was building his forces, preparing for the right time to strike while he remained safely behind the thick stone walls. Of course, thus far nothing he had done made sense. If he was building a massive undead army, why would he spend his time **** women? Was there a bigger plan or was Valdin just finding new girls to enjoy himself with?

Venus was unsurprised by the extravagance of the interior as they were marched in. Rich, red, velvet tapestries hung from the walls, the room lit not by torches but by glowing balls of light. The main hall was empty, though a large throne sat at the far end of it, Valdin's no doubt. The huntress sniffed the air. Even with her inexperience with intimate matters, the unmistakable scent of sex was in the air, faint though it was.

The revenant and the lich dragged them along again, going down a long hallway towards another room. Even through the thick wooden door, Venus could hear flesh slapping against flesh and lewd, hungry, moans. When the door opened, her suspicions were confirmed, and she was made witness to an orgy. The smell of sweat, cum, and blood hit her like a wall, momentarily causing her head to swim before she was shoved in along with her fellow companions.

While she had been to parties and celebrations in the past, they seemed more like minor gatherings between acquaintances in comparison to the debauchery that was on display. The five of them simply stared, watching young human girls as they fucked vampires and one another, lost in whatever dark spell had been placed on them. Venus shuddered, reminded of the sorcery that had taken hold of her before. She could only assume that its effects lingered somewhat, as she felt a familiar warmth growing within her.

In an attempt to avoid focusing on this unholy celebration, Venus' eyes traveled across the room and she found herself staring at the most handsome man she had ever seen. He sat at the far end, idly watching as his subordinates and slaves pleasured one another. He was flanked on either side by women with unearthly white skin, with another sitting in his lap and clinging to him. His hair was long and white, matching perfectly with his alabaster skin. Dark, disinterested, eyes were deep, almost hypnotic. He had soft cheeks seemingly used to smiling as he did now, and the Shadow Hunter realized that he was looking right at her.

Valdin stood, a light, rich, laugh spilling from him. It was like honey in her ears and Venus shivered, the warmth within her growing, "Ladies, gentleman, it seems that we have a few guests." He motioned to the five women chained together, and those magical binding simply faded as if they had never been there in the first place. "Don't just stand there. This is a party, after all! Come, join us, and enjoy yourselves!"

He turned back to the women that waited by his chair, another motion of his fingers beckoning them to join him, "Come, my daughters, help these shy young women throw off their lingering modesty."

They all nodded and then moved, their graceful steps weaving them through the collection of writhing bodies. They were all beautiful, all breathtakingly so. One was slim, lithe, with a head of rich brown curls, reaching to lick at her naked shoulders as she strode forward. Another had fierce blue eyes, the color of a clear winter sky, her hair as black as crow's feathers with lips pulled in a devious and fanged grin. Another wore her long blond hair in wild, untended, locks and braids, though she did not seem so much unkempt as simply untamed, her brown eyes flashing with delight and glee. One hung further back, flitting about dreamily, her hair white like freshly fallen snow with eyes like ice. And the last among them, the one leading their 'charge' was a magnificent creature, her pale skin contrasting delectably with her deep red hair and green eyes, eyes that seemed to look into the heart of all of them.

Their approach was slow but purposeful, and Venus felt the fear rise in her. How would she escape? Could she escape?