It's time to experiment.

I looked down at the struggling innkeeper, who looked a bit woozy from the knock on her head, and titled my head up. I rolled my tongue around my mouth a few times, running it up and down my pointed teeth, and let the saliva build. Then I spat on her face, a huge glob of spit that spattered on her forehead and ran down towards one of her deep blue eyes. She shuddered and let out a disgusted yelp.

I watched her, seeing if the spit had any effect like the semen or blood. After a moment I stuck out my tongue and dipped my head, licking her cheek. She shuddered again and I could feel goosebumps as she bucked under my ministrations. "Get the fuck off of me!" Again, it had no effect.

I took her mouth with mine, kissing deeply. Our tongues writhed together, twisting this way and that, and I could taste her muffled scream. He struggles intensified, nearly dislodging my recently-impaled arm, and then slowed. I pulled back and looked at her intently. For a moment her pupils looked extremely dilated and her expression was blank, but it only lasted for a few seconds. "Interesting."

"Interesting?" She ground out, trying to bring her knee up. She got them up, but the knee on her nightgown killed the momentum. The impact was barely worth mentioning, despite landing on a sensitive area. "Get off of me you sadistic bastard! Get off!"

I bit my lip hard, tasting blood, and pressed my lips to her neck. She tensed and her struggles grew weaker, whatever magic in my blood taking its effect. She still struggled, however, which told me it was weaker than the cum, or that her will was stronger than expected.

I gathered her arms above her head, my claws digging into the stone wall behind, and used my free hand to trace a line down the front of her nightgown. It tore easily and her bare breasts came into view. I could only see in shades of grey, so her nipples looked like a lighter shade of smoke, but they were a pleasant sight regardless gleaming as they were with cold sweat. I brought my bloody lips down her chest, leaving a trail as I kissed my way to her modest tits. I took a nipple in my mouth, rolling it with my tongue, and waited for it to stiffen.

I brought my head back, the wound on my lip healed, and bit again; the regeneration was a little annoying when you needed an open wound to experiment with. Before this one got the chance to heal I brought my fangs down and bit the hollow of Nadia's throat, tasting her blood with my own. The two mingled and exchanged, my blood flowing into her while she yelped. "Somebody help. I need help!"

Her words, while frantic, weren't loud. Her struggles quickly slowed and she came to halt over the next couple of seconds. I pulled back and she had a blank look on her tear-streaked face. "I see. Blood is nearly as effect this way. I wonder why the cum is more effective? Because of the type of demon?"

I looked at Nadia, so **** and beautiful, and decided it didn't fucking matter at the moment.

I pulled my claws back from the stone, debris falling as well as her hands, and tore the rest of the nightgown away. "Nadia, roll over."

She obeyed after a moment, her eyes twitching and her arms tense, and lay on her stomach. I looked over her ass, smooth and flawless, and gave it a stroke. It had the perfect balance of fat and muscle, and I smiled. "On your hands and knees, like the bitch you are. Tell me to fuck you."

Again, I could see the struggle in her as she brought her ass up and rested on her elbows. I could see the strain in the surging muscles of her back and in the set of her shoulders. "F-fuck me."

My fingers whispered over the tail of her spin and down to her pussy. I rubbed with my thumb, pulling the lips to one side. "Not enough. I'm your patron, innkeeper; call me 'Sir' and beg for it."

She began to wiggle her ass, just slightly, and peered over her shoulder. Her blank eyes looked back sightlessly and her expression didn't change as she said, "Fuck me, sir. Churn me up, make a mess of me, sir. Please, sir, fuck me, sir. Please."

I drove deep, plunging to the base in a single thrust. Her back arced and she screamed out, her eyes snapping back to the present as the pain of my sudden entry shook the trance from her. I pulled nearly out and set my pace, savagely fucking her black cunt. She screamed again, her head against the bed, as I slapped her perfect ass. The sound of flesh on flesh echoed against the stone walls. I pulled her back stepping away from the bed and she moaned as her new position changed the quality of her ****. My claws turned to fingers as they sunk into her athletic legs.

She'd nearly stopped screaming at this point, they'd given way to grunts and moans, and she's stopped struggling entirely. I put my mouth to her ear and said, "Know what's going to happen now?"

"Stop. Please, sir."

"I'm going to fuck you all night. I'm going to plaster your womb with my cum, and you're going to forget all about your pride and your inn and anyone you might love. You're going to think only of me. You'll be my ****, my plaything, and you'll like it."

"No, don't. You bastard, don't. Sir."

"You'll think only of me, and when I leave Barley you'll pine and pine away. You'll fuck yourself to sleep every night, knuckle-deep, and never be able to reach the itch. You'll cum six times a night thinking of my cock, dreaming of serving it, of worshipping it." I bit her ear. "You'll dream of the day I return to this shithole of a town, of how you'll drop to your knees in the middle of the square and suck me off. Of how you'll look with my cum on your face for all your friends and neighbors to see. And you'll fuck yourself right there, spunk on your face, and you'll hate what you've become, and you'll know I made you do it, that I made you into a worthless, cock-hungry whore. And you'll love how you couldn't stop it."

She cried out as I came in her, filling her, and she went limp in my arms as I took a bite of her essence. It wasn't enough to kill, but it was certainly filling. I tilted her face towards me, looking into her glassy eyes. I looked at her filthy face, covered in blood and spit, at her tangled and sweat-streaked hair. I looked at her disgraceful expression, slack-jawed and stupid, and I ordered her, "Remember those words, and let them be so."

"Yes. Sir." She slurred out.

I pulled my cock from her cunt, a torrent of cum flowing from her like an uncorked bottle, and dropped her to the ground. "Clean me up, innkeeper. Make me feel welcome."

"Yes, sir. Thank you for coming."