Yes, the Dark Lord shall rule all

The thought of an entire kingdom bowing to you excites you. You stare at the ring on your finger. The parody of the shiny stone glitters beautifully. You have no need of this girl to destroy them.

“Serve me well Vilma and you shall be my first vassal.”

“Anything to serve, my Mistress.”

You extend the gray flesh of your arm and lay a pointed finger on her forehead. You cut a rune upon it.

“There now I will be with you always, Vilma. Go forth and claim your kingdom.”

Vilma grins showing her fangs. “Thank you, Mistress. A shame I’ll have to ride my steed to ****. She has been a useful tool.”

You laugh. “I think we can fix that.”

You approach her horse. It whinnys in terror.

You stab the disgusting mortal creature with your sword. It’s eyes go white as you drain the life from it, you allow darkness to flow into it and it’s eyes spark until they become a fiery red. It’s fur darkens. Vilma smiles at you.

“Thank you, Mistress. She is beautiful. So much better now.”

Vilma mounts the beast and begins her ride at a gallop. Soon she is far off.

You turn your attention back to a smiling Yona. She kisses you.

“Thank you for letting me feed, Mistress. Allow me to repay you.”

She kisses your lips, hers still warm with the blood of the princess.

Your armor becomes a fine, red, silk robe. Yona parts the flaps and explores you snatch. She teases your grey flesh with her razor sharp fangs. She licks and sucks tirelessly, until you explode in orgasm.

She rises, your black juices dripping from her mouth.

Next to you your undead guard stares at you and Yona. His white eyes flat, emotionless, and dead,

You smile. You will to add to your number to properly deal with the Druids. There is a village not far...