They travel to Levan’s lair

Levan can feel the heat of hot embers from the still burning camp off the back of his scalp as the wind starts to pick up. Looking into the little clearing that leads to the dark forest, Levan can see he is alone. His followers already have left for the castle the ones of vampire stock probably already a good horse ride away, while the humans, and thralls, scents still linger in the air hinting that they aren’t actually that far ahead. Levan decides he better get a move on, not wishing to have the minor embarrassment of getting back to the manor, after his non-vampire servants, even with their head start.

With that Levan leaps into the air, and bounces of one of the trees launching himself across the forests tree tops. With one hand under the half orc’s shoulder to keep hold of her he uses the other one to grab on too another branch as his moment dissipates. Again he launches himself off the next tree, leaping from tree to tree he expertly traverses the forest with impressive finesse, and acrobatic skill. Even with him caring another person he still is able traverse rather quickly through the forest. Each time he became airborne the wind blew through his hair, and for the briefest of moments Levan felt like he was flying. That small second in which Levan is suspended in midair, always fills Levan with a sense of wonder, and excitement. It’s one of reasons he adored this way of travel,

In a few minutes he catches up to his non vampire servants, silently passing them. A slight grin crawls across Levan’s face he can sense a bit of jealously from as he gets further, and further away from them. Surely with this display they covet his power, and the way he so effortlessly wielded it.

Levan chuckles slightly thinking how there most likely will be more then a few of his assassins clambering for vampirehood after this. Just then as he again leaps through the air he felt the half orc stirring in his arms. As he lands he then quickly perches him self on a branch, and puts girl down for a minute to look over the half orc. She shifts slightly in her sleep, squirming as she makes cute little whimpers. Still she doesn’t wake, again coming to lie still once more as she exhales a sigh.

Levan can’t help but ponder what exactly the half-orc is dreaming about. Is it a pleasant fantasy, an unsettling nightmare? Can she still dream as a ****, or has her lack of freedom wrung out so much despair from her that she doesn’t even permit herself reprieve from current situation even in her own imagination. Perhaps not though, as Levan examines the half- orc again he hasn’t seen any particular sighs of brutality against on her body. Besides being maybe a little malnourished, there are no visible scars on, this paired with the fact that she is half human, made it likely that the girl was actually born a ****.

She might have even been under some partially fair treatment if this indeed was the case. As even if there is a feeling superiority from a **** master against their slaves it’s hard to be particularly cruel against their own offspring. Hence a child conceived between a ****, and their master might even find their life adequate even if they are still a ****, due to their master having a instinctual emotional bond to them.

Often times favoritism of a master to child born in their care would usual lead to assumptions that this the child was indeed the offspring of the master. Mostly likely this then **** would never be sold off, and become almost more of a servant in the family granted more freedom, and autonomy then a regular ****. If this is the case for the half orc in Levan’s care he wonders if she will more so see her self being bounded to him as more of a curse, more then a blessing.

Either way Levan decides there’s no point in speculating as he can ask the girl about her origins once he returns home. So he again picks up the girl, and continues the journey once more. He travels quickly from tree to tree, and in about half an hour he reaches his destination. Stopping by a small clearing of trees, he descends down the branches till he reaches the ground.

As he lands he looks up to see a small cave in front of him, the gaping maw of the entrance pitch black as the void making it impossible to see inside with out entering. With no hesitation Levan shifts the half-orc to an easier carrying position, and enters the dark cave. The ground slanting downward Levan descends further down the cave, his vampiric sight making it easy to navigate around the cave in the almost pitch black darkness.

Eventually he comes to the end of the cave, or what seemed to be the end. Reaching a hand out Levan took hold of a stone on the wall, and turned it. There’s a whirling noise, then a few clicks, and sound of turning of gears. After which the rock wall before Levan slides aside to reveal a new area. Stepping through, Levan’s gaze falls upon his home, a valley of grass with a few trees, which lead to a modest sized castle.

“My lord you’ve returned.” A large knight clad in black armor says as he quickly rush to his side.

“So I have Tomip, tell me has their been any trouble?” Levan asks, in a friendly, yet almost playful manner.

“Spiders have been infiltrating through the door to the cave master yet I have made sure none have made it past the entrance area.” Tomip says proudly, seemingly very pleased with him self that he has been able to keep the ‘invaders’ at bay.

“Very good then Tomip, keep up the good work.” Levan nods his head in approval while hiding an amused smirk that started to crawl across his face.

“Thank you my lord!” Tomip says giving an enthusiastic salute, as he seems to radiate a happy aura through that dark gothic armor of his.

Levan then takes his leave letting the sentry get back to guarding the stone entrance and shut the secret door behind him. Levan has always found himself very much enamored by the demeanor of the gate guard every time he passed by. Though he always wears a dark horned helmet that covered his whole face with a metal face plate Levan often imagined the young man was always smiling under the dark exterior of his outfit. The irony between his cheerfully, attitude and his intimidating armor was an irony that was not lost on him. Though even if the lad is rather unusually upbeat for his position, he still was an expert fighter and, was more than qualified for his position especially with the enhanced strength of becoming a thrall backing his skill.

Just then the half orc in his arms starts to stir again, reminding Levan that he should focus on getting the girl to her new temporary home rather than just lollygagging about. He takes of running, kicking up dust and, dirt behind him as he full sprits towards his castle. With his incredible supernatural speed, he makes it halfway to the large gothic castle in front of him in no time at all. It feels good to be back in his own domain the artificial sky above him perfectly, providing the path to his fortress with enough faux moonlight for it to easy to see. The illusion magic that permeated the cave ceiling and walls a flawless mirror of the actual night sky above. This place has taken half of a hundred years to turn into the state Levan saw it as now, and not a day went by that he didn't think the time and resources to turn it into the dream scape he saw now wasn't worth it. The place is a combination of security, secrecy, and beauty all in one. While other vampire counts would usually have to give up one when choosing their lair Levan, decided he was going to spend any expense for himself when choosing a permanent residence.

Finally reaching the castle gates he dug his heels into the dirt skidding to a halt he looks up at the centerpiece of his carefully constructed masterpiece, his castle. The bulk of the castle is crafted, and carved from a marvelous black stone. The architecture, sharp, imitating, grim, yet also regal in design. When the architect who designed the castle, had brought the plans to Levan he said that the structure had the soul of lion in it. It stands proud fierce, the ruler of the domain only second to Levan him self. He looks up to see a few armed guards staring back at him. Dark, light weight armor covers their body’s, as metal masks cover their face. Red wrappings with black inscriptions are tied round each of their arms the dangling bits do fabric making the two archers look like a pair of blood wraiths. Seeing that, their master as returned one guard yells for the gates to be opened.

“OPEN THE GATES the count HAS RETURNED!!!”

Levan’s lion’s jaws then open, as the gates swing apart to welcome him inside. Two servants holding the the large door open so that Levan my enter. His two minions bow respectfully to him as he walks past them, and inside.

“Master, do you require anything?” One of the servants ask in raspy voice his features obscured by the hood he wore.

“Yes I do actually please prepare a bath, and some modest clothes for this girl please, thank you.” Levan orders walking past the servants, turning only briefly to give them a small nod.

The two servants hurry off to do Levan’s bidding, as Levan himself strolls along on the fine red carpet before him. Grand suits of armor, exquisite pictures, and ever burning magical torches fill the main hall as a grand staircase lay in front of the vampire count. Climbing the stairs, the upper balcony then splits into a hallway starching from right to left. Levan turns left walking as the sound of his footsteps are dampened by the carpet.

“My lord.”

A passing assassin salutes him as Levan walks past, only giving him a small nod of acknowledgment, as a response to his greeting. He always attempted to not appear to aloof to his servants, even when their where so many. Just a simple please, or thank you, the occasional greetings, and acknowledgement. Levan tries his best to have pleasant relationship with the ones who serve him even in the smallest of interactions. Not only because he genuinely appreciated their efforts to please him, but also because imbuing them with a sense of sentiment towards him helped assuage any feelings of resentment or rebellion. After reaching the end of the hallway Levan turns to the left and, continues on. After reaching the end of that hallway he turns left again. this time stopping before a large door guarded by two massive, armored golems. Flickers of arcane magic seeps out through the joints, and eye as they move to open the door for Levan.

The large door then creeks open, and Levan is greeted by the sight of his throne room. The red-carpet trails all the way to his throne, the piece made form a sleek black metal is stylized in a very gothic manner and is as well big enough to fit for or more people on the seat at once. It is so oversized that it almost looks like it could be a throne for one of the golems that guarded door. The back protrudes upward in manner that looked like hands reaching towards the ceiling. The legs are furnished with an indent of swords which any blacksmith would be envious. While the arm rests are made to look the arms and paws of lions, holding a pearl made skull on each which almost look like they are sparkling they are so finely polished.

Sitting on his throne are three people, one a scarlet wild haired elf who has a gold circlet just above her catlike eyes which instantly turn over to Levan as he enters the room. Her face is an oval shape with ruby red lips which are currently sipping a glass of wine. Her outfit is one that would make even a succubus blush it was so scandalous. Really the only thing the elf had on for modesty is nothing short of 3 long inch wide piece of fabric, that cross crossed, across her body, and just barley covered her large breasts, and clean shaven pussy. Though it really is in almost every sense a failure when it comes to covering her rear.

The small fabric only persisting to stick between her shapely round ass rather then provide any other sort of actual functional purpose. Besides the ‘clothing’, and circlet the elf also is adored in gold accessories. There are three gold rings around the fingers of her left hand, a pair of gold wrist bracelets, and a matching pair of gold anklets as well. Then finally there are two golden toe rings on here bare feet, each ring on the middle toe of the respective right and, left foot. Then finally she, had two hoop earrings on each of her pointed elven ears.

To the left of the elf, sat a tan skin human with pink hair throwing a magic blue ball up, and down in the air. Her face is cute, yet she has tough looking eyes. Her pink irises burning brightly with an fierce yet playful gleam in them reminiscent of a hunting dog. Upon the right side of her face is a bright pink tattoo which design patterns are a bit tribal in nature. Her hair is a bit boyish looking, with it cut short sept for a large tuff in front that protrudes upwards like a birds feather. Her body is a small thin frame, the girl even having below average size boobs, and skinny butt despite her clearly being an age of a young woman.

She has herself wrapped in a shawl made out of a white wolf pelt. The head of the wolf even acting as a hood which the tan girl currently isn’t wearing. As white wolfs are rare, and ones with pink and, cyan stripes are even rarer (so rare they don’t exist) that it’s safe to say the wolf pelt the girl wore is actually dyed rather then of natural colors. That isn’t the only wolf though that seems to have died for the girls outfit though. For she has a second white wolfs head tied around her waist. The second head faces downwards, and is fashioned around her groin as skimpy underwear. Besides that the girl has white fur boots, and fur gauntlets that also have the same pink, and cyan stripes as her shawl.

The third person on the throne is dreary looking fae girl with a slim, and sexy body. A crop in hand, she stares intently at Levan as he walks in. Her red eyes meeting Levan’s own through the fae girl’s metal iron mask which she wore over the top half of her face. Further obscuring her features is a black hood which her straight black hair peaked out, falling all the way down to her chest. The fairy woman’s antennas also poke out of the black hood, the two appendages in her head a bright red like the rest of her body.

Even her wings, which are rather tattered, and depressing looking for a fae, are a dark bloody red. The rest of her outfits doesn’t do much to brighten up her character to much either, the black hood being connected to a only long robed sleeves which covers her arms. To conceal her relatable sized breasts she wears a black leather bra that has a metal ring connecting the two pieces of leather cupping her breasts. Her small clothes on her voluptuous, shapely bottom, are of the same black leather material, with two metal rings on either side of her hip holding the back and, front together.. For boots she has two shiny leather black boots that reach up to her knees. A few metal spikes protruding outwards on the front of the raised platforms of the shoes giving her a few inches of extra height.

Taking one look at the trio one would think these women were no doubt Levan’s private sex slaves. However the truth is actually much different despite how it looks. While the three do specialize in pleasure, they are free women belonging to no one. One can call them courtesans yet that would be an incorrect oversimplification of their role in the castle. The three have no real requirements, no quotas, no need for payment. no actually official role in the castle. They live in the castle almost as cats, wandering the halls of castle doing what they want, occasionally interacting with with its occupants as they wish to until they are waved away, or run off. Their way of living is similarly to girls, and
guys, who would travel along with campaigning armies during the race wars. These men, and women were nicknamed “companions.”

During the time of the wars these companions came from all over the world to spend time, and follow the soldiers around with the soldiers. It makes sense after these men, and women were boasted to be the best of protecting humanity from the other races who wished to kill, or enslave them. What young man, or woman with even an ounce of sexual drive wouldn’t have their knees knocking together, just thinking about spending a knight in camp with such people. While some did disprove of the idea of companion’s, and their behavior it was actually great for the human armies moral. The soldiers are provided with sex, pleasant times, and companionship. And out of natural gratitude, and fondness for them the soldiers then provided the companions with food, shelter, and protection.

It is much the same with the companions at Levan’s castle. They show everyone from himself, all the way to the cooks a good time, and moral stays up. Also since Levan didn’t allow slavery among those in his sect the companions were a great alternative. They are also loyal unlike courtesans, as most companions already proven to loyalty enough to be allowed to come into Levan’s domain. Most companions being either assassins who choice to, or can no longer fight, servants who choose to serve the count by well... servicing him and, the other sect members, or those who the sect have saved, and want to repay the sect by becoming a companion.

As Levan starts to walk into the room, his ears twitch as he can hear some one moving behind him. An assailant, here in his throne room? Spinning around he kicks his leg low knocking his attacker’s feet out from under them. They go down instantly, falling over and landing hard on their side.

“Owww.....” The mystery person groans, in familiar sounding voice.

Levan looks down fangs barred as he stands in a defensive position. That is until he gets a good look at his “attacker”. Before him lays a blonde haired elf , with a blue vail around his face. While the elf is a man, he is very feminine looking. His body is slim, almost petite like a girls. He is lean, athletic, yet has no real bit of bulky muscles anywhere on his body. His face is thin, smooth, and pointed with some long blonde hair that trails down to his shoulders. Sitting up he looks at Levan his bright blue eyes flickering up to the vampire count who stands before him. He frowns, his lips which are covered in some bright blue lipstick curving downwards in disapproval.

Levan relaxes, smirks by as he looks down at the pouting elf.

“Bella, you want to explain what you were trying to do?” Levan asks raising an eyebrow at the elf.

“Awwww thought I would just give you a little surprise to let you know I was back count, did you have to be so terrible mean as to knock me to the floor?” The elf whines, he seems to get over it quickly though as he then smirks at Levan as he stands to his feet.

The elf takes a second to straight up his outfit as he stands, and what an outfit he has. His outfit looks like one of a female dancer from a far off land of sand which match his see through vail. He has no shirt or top his nice looking chest, and abdomen proudly on display. His pants are blue, baggy, and easily see through, the only bit of modesty on Bella being a pair of dark blue trunks. Silver bands, hug his wrists, and just below his shoulders, a piece of that same see through blue fabric connected between the bands on each arms. His hands have two silver rings on each of his middle fingers, two less transparent bit of fabric expanding outward like a triangle on both pal, and back of his hand, from the rings to his wrist bands. Finally on his feet he has a pair of simple sandals adorned with a bit of silver.

“Whose this one?” Bella asks, popping his hip to the side as he leans forward, and points at the orc girl in Levan’s arms.

“Some one who has been through a lot, so as much as it’s nice to see you again Bella I meet have to meet with Melith, and then clean this one up a bit.” Levan’s says referring to the dirt, and rags the half orc was draped in.

Levan then starts walking over to his throne, though his destination actually being a little side door which to the left of the throne.There lies Melith’s magic study, and he wanted to see if his advisor had already gotten to work researching the binding spell that currently linked, both him and the half-orc as master and ****.

There’s then a flapping of wings as the fairy girl suddenly takes flight from the throne, and flies over to Levan. She lands right in front of Levan her fingers curling, and uncurling around the crop she held between her hands. Her expression is unreadable, even with part of her face still exposed from the metal mask Levan can’t tell what’s she’s thinking. She stares at him not saying a word. She turns the riding crop in her hands her eyes peering down at the disciplinary tool, like she is inspecting it quality.

“Please Uten we will talk later I have some chores I need to run right now, okay.” Levan proclaims in a apologetic tone as he waves off the fae.

She stands aside, only for Levan to see the other two the companions walking over to him, clearly with intentions conversing with him. Levan sighs, how many more times is he going to be accosted by companions today? Can’t they decide to give him this much attention when he has nothing important going on.

“Tell me are you all asking me for my permission to start a bard show or some event today, is that why you are all convened in my throne room today?” Levan says not even bothering to stop to greet the two other approaching companions.

“Oh honey don’t be so hostile, we thought you would be happy to know we all wanted to take out some time of our day to spend it with you.” The red haired, elf says in alluring voice as she takes a sip from her glass of wine.

“Oh believe me I am genuinely ecstatic about about it Ruby.” Levan response to elf, part sarcastic part sincere.

“If that’s true why do you sound so grumpy?” The ebony girl squeaks in a high pitched bratty voice.

She then chucks the magic ball she has been holding at the back of Levan’s head which dissipates upon contact, leavening only a few arcane particles stuck to the back of his head.

“Ah don’t take any offense Fillies, it’s like I told Bella I simple have some work I must attend to first.” Levan answers wiping the partials off of the back of his head.

“Oh, ok than!” Fillies demeanor seemingly changes in a instant, appearing satisfied with the answer she smiles happily manifesting another ball which she bounces as she follows behind Levan.

The rest of the other companions are in toe as well keeping close behind one another as they follow Levan. Like a mother ducking, and ducklings the companions keep behind Levan in a neat little line. Each of them looking to gain the attention form vampire lord once he has finished he work. As well they are also interested in the new comer he has with him. It is not often the count personally carries around some new comer like this. Surely there must be some sort story behind this half-orc, and each member of the small entourage following behind Levan is curious to find out what. Though some more then other’s as Ruby seems more occupied in getting to the bottom of her glass of wine, and Uten in more preoccupied with burning a hold in the back of Levan’s head with her eyes rather then pay any attention to the orc girl. A certain tension coming from the red skinned fairy girl, as she flaps her tattered wings in displeased manner. Every step Ulet takes admittting a slight predatory air that Levan can clearly sense yet ignores as he reaches the door to Melith’s studies.

Her gives the wooden door a knock, then waits a few seconds as he hears rustling from the other side. The door swings open, and Melith stands before Levan with an open book in hand.

“Ah my lord you have returned, and... are they bothering you my lord.” Melith says looking past the vampire to the group of companions just leisurely standing behind him.

“We’re not bothering anybody you stuff old coot.” Filles says throwing her magic ball at Melith’s face.

With the speed of a man much young then himself Melith effortlessly moves his head to the side, dodging out of the way of the magic blue orb. Unfortunately that ball then sails into Melith’s study dissipating into a pile of books on one of the desks.

Melith’s face then turns red, his brow furrowing at Fillies. The advisor clenches his jaw in anger as he shoots daggers at Fillies.

“You stupid girl, your going to contaminate my work space with that childish toy of yours!” He barks at the Fillies as he taps his staff to the ground.

A dark magical aura then swirls around Fillies’s body, and she is suddenly yanked upward into the air.

“Put me down you go rotten old maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!” As Fillies shrieks at Melith he then taps his staff once more, -&: Fillies is sent spinning around in the air like a top.

“Hehehe ever time these to interact it always ends up the same way.” Bella giggles as, he watches Fillies turn into a whirlwind of pink, white and cyan.

“Indeed, it’s almost like the little urchin enjoys getting throw about the room at this point.” Ruby smirks with amusement as she finishes off her glass of wine.

“Heleleleleleleplplplplplp meeeeeeeeeee Iiiimmmmmmmm gonnnnnnnaaaaa vvvvvvvooooommmmmiiiiittttt!” Fillies flails about helpless as she tumbles over, and over in the air, stuck in a infinite loop discombobulation, and instability.

“Oh for heavens sakes you’ll better not throw up on me Fillies.” Ruby says looking disgusted at the very idea of seeing vomit, and taking a preemptive few steps back from the girl.

“That’s enough Melith I think she learned her lesson.” Levan says realizing he might be in range of Fillies’s puke as well if she were to lose her lunch.

“As you wish my lord.” Melith relents dropping Fillies a few feet onto the floor on her rear.

The greying man almost smirks, hiding juvenile amusement as the ebony girl let’s out a yelp, sounding like a puppy getting stepped on as she hits the ground.

“Shall we then my lord?” Melith asks running his hand over his slicked back hair as he gestures to the door with his other.

“Yes thank you.”

Levan then walks in to the study as Melith quickly shuts the door behind him, giving the companion’s a skeptical look as he does, like he was just waiting for one of them to try to slip inside the study before he shut the door.

“I don’t know why we keep them around some times.” Melith sighs shaking his head as he lumbers over to small cushioned seat in the study.

“You remember the last time we had whores for the sect?” Levan says harking back to particular near fatal incident.

“Yes, yes, I know, one of them turned out be hunter.” Melith waves his hand dismissively.

“And I almost got a stake in the heart because of it.” Levan reminds Melith.

“And who-“

“And who can you trust if not a whore who can you trust, I know my lord you don’t have to tell me again.” Melith cuts off Levan’s before he can start that old lecture to him, about how a one dawn lover is actual imbued with more trust then ones own mother or the gods themselves.

“And it’s not like we can expect the servants to just have normal coutiest with each other, theirs enough spy craft around her as is, I don’t need to be sorting out love triangles, or consoling couples of deadly assassins.” Levan says with a smug know it all grin.

The advisor rolls his eyes at his master, the count’s face plastered with expression that showed he was pretty pleased on explaining to Melith something that to him was plainly obvious. Melith at times finds himself irked by the cheekiness of his master. While getting wrinkly, and grey usually came with the trade off of being respected, and being wiser by the then youth. Yet Levan gets to keep his youthful looks, as well as have more experience in years then Melith every will. Some times he feels like if not for his natural magic abilities, and Levan’s lack of them he would be as much use to count as those companions. Probably even lesser so as his appeal has finally started to rust after the years upon years of him being alive. Putting those thoughts a side though, he grabs a book from one of the ceiling large book shelves in his study.

“Ah here it is, count if you can just put the girl down on there please I can begin some preliminary tests on this binding spell.” Melith says pointing to the cushioned couch.

Levan gently lays the half-orc down on couch then takes a few steps back. Melith turns back around with a book in his hand as he approaches the still **** girl.

“I assume she’s still been asleep this whole time then?l Melith asks as he reads a spell.

“Yes I thought it be best to bring her to you before I do anything else so you would be able to inform me about your initial findings as you discover them.” Levan says standing besides Melith as he works his magic.

“Probably for the best as we can then accurately keep track of how the binding spell may change over the course of time after your first interactions.” Melith says with a look of concentration on his face as he sways his hand back, and frothed over the half-orc.

He moves in slowly rhythmic motions, his focus seeming to build as arcane magic flows from his finger tips.

“You ready to meet your new **** count?” The old crow asks, bit of sarcasm in his voice.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Levan’s says, his hands folded neatly behind his back, a contrast to his constantly shifting stance.

He can feel the anticipation start to build, as more magic pours from Melith’s hand, then he snaps his fingers, and a certain stillness comes over the room. The mana fades, and slowly... slowly.... the orc girl opens her eyes.