A mission resumed

You stride toward your Lord’s chambers, your red dress changing as you do. By the time you reach his chamber it has become a series of red leather straps that cover only a fraction of your body, making it easy for him to do as he pleases with your body.

Your gray skinned slit oozes black ichor. You fervently hope he is in the mood to fuck you with his enormous undead rod. You open the door and step inside.

Your Lord smiles a lusty twisted smile at you.

You cup your breast and respond seductively. "What do you desire of me my Lord."

"I’m afraid there is no time for play, you need to return to your mission...Stonebearer.”

He smiles and you know what you must do. You lingerie turns into a shiny red scale mail. You exit his chambers and motion to Yona.

"Come Yona. We have work."

A zombie soldier bumps into you as you head down the hall. His insolence makes you angry. You stab him with your sword tearing the life **** from him. You let his rotting body fall to the floor, no longer animate.

You exit the castle and cross the drawbridge. It's guards give you wide berth as befits your status.

While neither you nor Yona will ever feel fatigue, you desire faster transportation. You head toward where you left the horses. At a swift run it takes you only a couple of hours to reach them.

You keep down wind of the horses and use the cover of the moonless night to get close. You draw your blood red sword and sprint towards the horse.

It gives a panicked whinny and tries to gallop. It is far too late. You drive your sword into its chest. You can see the horror and fear in its half dollar sized eyes.

You drain the spirit from him and he gasps and closes his eyes in ****. You don’t let him die you pour darkness and power into him.

You watch his fur go from an ordinary brown, to the shiny black of pitch. He opens his eyes. They are the red of rubies, twinkling with hunger in the dim light. He opens his mouth and makes a ‘hmf’ sound, showing off rows of razor sharp teeth.

You know he will be your eternally loyal steed.

Yona has captured her horse. You turn your attention to the chestnut mare. You drive your sword into her and in minutes Yona has a loyal mount.

You and Yona begin to gallop. You smile at the beast beneath you. It is stronger faster and tireless. As you cover a vast distance, you can feel the horses lust for flesh and blood grow.

It adds to your own and it will need to be fed before dawn. As the horizon begins to brighten, you see a caravan. It is of decent size and has an ornate carriage. You smell the scent of at least a dozen men.

You glance at Yona and she nods. Her fangs have grown long.

You needn’t spur your horse. You merely point him in the right direction. He sprints toward the caravan at amazing speed. As you close, you draw your red blade and dismount.

Spotting you a guard yells. “Who goes there!”

You step toward him and run him through with your sword. You let it feast on his blood and soul.

To you right Yona sees the prey she desires. She becomes a black blur, the rags of her dress trailing her like black streamers. The man screams as she drives her fangs into his neck and begins to slake her thirst.

Two more guards approach you. You are disappointed by their skills. You kill them in seconds feeding off their blood and life. You kill several more, growing ever more aroused. As you kill your way to the ornate carriage a guard blocks you.

He swings his blade with skill. You smile, finally a challenge. You dance with him and he matches you. He counters your every move. Still, he is human, and you can smell his fatigue.

You slash, he blocks. He counters. You block and turn, scratching him. Of course with your sword a scratch is enough.

Sensing his impending **** he attempts to sacrifice his own life. He thrusts at you leaving himself open. It is a move that would kill most opponents. With preternatural speed you step aside and plunge your sword into him. You drain him, but you don’t let him die.

He screams in horror and his eyes go white. You pull out your sword and the now undead guard bows to you.

You sniff the air. There is one last living human. As you make your way to the carriage you see your horse feasting upon the flesh of a dead stallion.

You reach the carriage and open the door to see what prize awaits you.

As you open it a young woman dressed in an expensive silver and white silk dress lunges at you with a dagger. She screams. “Die brigand.”

You laugh and grab her wrist. She is precious. Her dirty blond hair is meticulously combed and braided. Her breasts and ass are quite modest, but she still manages to look feminine.

She reeks of goodness. Your sword hungers.

Yona taps your shoulder. She looks down submissively. “May I, Mistress?”