(Chapter VIII.I) On the Origin of Vampyres

In your course of action, you’ve traversed the city, slaying Vampyres wherever you’ve met them, much to the delight of the old man and the chagrin of the city guard.

“Please,” the defeated Vampyre before you begs, “I’ll do anything for you!”

“Really? Anything?” you say.

You’re about to whip out your cock when you remember the revelation that you had just last level—you can’t level up unless you progress the plot!

“Tell me how I can progress the plot,” you tell the Vampyre.

She thinks long and hard about this, because it’s not an easy question. But she did promise to do anything for you, so she eventually figures out the answer: “Well, I think the next part of the plot involves determining where us Vampyres are made.”

Hm… that sounds like a tricky task. How would you even begin doing that? You’ve never seen a Vampyre being made, nor do you know who makes these Vampyres. Very tricky.

The magical map in your possession suddenly unfurls from your pack, and in big bold letters, it writes: “ASK HER HOW VAMPYRES ARE MADE.”

“Now that’s a smart idea,” you say, nodding to yourself.

“Hey Vampyre,” you call out. “How are Vampyres made?”

“That’s a much easier question to answer,” the Vampyre replies. “We all start out as young, pretty maidens, and then we’re brought to the summoning circle, and then the Archduchess waves her hands and performs some magic, and just like that, we become Vampyres!”

“Then take me to the summoning circle,” you say, determined to find the root cause of the issue.

“Alright,” the Vampyre says. “Is the old man going to come along too?”

“Of course!” the old man says. “We’re having a grand old time together, aren’t we, kid?”

“It wouldn’t be an ‘old’ time without you,” you reply.

The summoning circle turns out to be a big wide circle in the center of the city square. However, for a big city—and this is a big city, you’ve never seen a city so big before, not that you’ve seen any cities before—the place seems strangely deserted. There’s not a single soul in sight, apart from yours, the Vampyre’s, and the old man’s. The city guard decided that he could not abandon his post on the wall, and so his soul is not in sight.

“Where are all the Vampyres?” you complain. “I wanted to spawn-kill them.”

“I guess the Archduchess is done making Vampyres in this city,” the Vampyre says. “She said she would be heading north after she was done here.”

“North?” you say in horror. “But that’s where the bigger cities are!”

“Yes indeed,” the Vampyre replies. “More souls to harvest, or something like that.”

“But then this summoning circle is useless to me,” you groan.

The summoning circle is a giant black circle with interlacing lines and figures painted on the ground, the pigment seemingly made from some material that doesn’t come away when you scrape your boot against it.

“What do I do now?” you say, hopelessly lost.

“I know! I could perform the same ritual that the Archduchess does,” the Vampyre says.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” you begin saying, but then the Vampyre begins grinding against you, swaying her hips, raising her arms up.

With a quick motion, she strips off her bra, leaving her top nude. You reach out to grab her tits, but she slaps your arms away.

“No touching,” she says. “But you are welcome to tip afterwards.”

She continues dancing, swaying her ass this way and that, and then, eventually, her panties come off, and you stand, entranced by this eye-pleasing ritual.

“So the summoning process is a strip-tease?” you ask.

“That’s right!” the Vampyre giggles.

You sigh in disappointment as you resist the urge to fuck the Vampyre right there and then. But you’ve done it so many times already, what would be another?

With that thought, you drop your pants and breeches, bringing your cock in the air. The Vampyre keeps dancing with her back to you, oblivious of your breach in conduct, while you slowly shuffle closer to her, doing your best to align your cock with her pussy.

“Look, just a couple more dance moves, and the ritual will be complete!” the Vampyre says, just as you shove your cock into her slit.

“Oof! Oh no,” the Vampyre cries out, “It feels good, but oh no, we shouldn’t be doing this, this will disrupt the ritual…”

You, enjoying the sensation of having your cock enveloped by a tight, wet pussy, do not disengage. Black tendrils rise up from the summoning circle, the sky grows orange, and you feel yourself being lifted upwards by a curious ****.

The world flashes white, and then you realize that the world has become white, a blank canvas save for you and the Vampyre whose pussy your cock is still embedded in.

“Where did everything go?” you wonder aloud.