Emhyr Gharsham was a vampire who had long since left his past behind him. Growing up under the elder Marhav they culled the youths after 40 years, the equivalent of 10 human years, and each was raised to serve a purpose. There were other nests where they were trained to fill far more prestigious roles but under Marhav they were to be servants and soldiers, nothing more and nothing less. Emhyr had initially been selected to be a guard because of his physical feats, but his strength and speed would not be initially apparent when simply observing him. Vampires, unlike humans, do not have muscles proportional to their strength and a seemingly harmless one may in fact be incredibly deadly. This is especially true of those few that have developed unique traits. Aside from the universal abilities to turn into mist and extend their nails into long razor-sharp claws, a vampire with exceptionally powerful predecessors might develop the ability of accelerated regeneration or the conjuring fire from their claws. Emhyr though had naught to rely on but his pure strength. This wasn’t uncommon at his nest, Marhav had only ever seen one of their low-born kind develop a trait and even that wasn’t especially spectacular. Even rarer than that is a vampire who’s attuned to magic. Only the royals and some nobility were lucky enough to be granted such a gift on top of their traits.
Sometime after Emhyr turned 75 Marhav received a letter from a noblewoman by the name of Aglais. She desired a companion who would accompany her on her travels as she was attempting to find a suitable place to establish a new nest. This wasn’t rare but she had a very particular request. The companion’s primary purpose would not be to scout ahead or stay vigilant of enemies, but to satisfy her desires whenever and however she demanded. Marhav knew without the shadow of a doubt that Emhyr was the best choice. Whenever the youths traveled to the nearby villages they would occasionally take part in earthly desires, but the taste of blood was a much stronger ecstasy than orgasm so it was rare, for all but one. When Emhyr tasted the blood of a woman it was as if he could not help himself. He would tear their clothes to pieces, leaving scars along their bodies before he claimed them. He wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied but the moment he tasted another’s blood it would reinvigorate him. Emhyr has tried to hide it as best he could but Marhav was no fool.
Emhyr had been summoned and sent off south and it was the first time he permanently left his nest. He traveled both by day and night only ever stopping at night to feed on the maidens of the land. Unlike human perceptions vampires aren’t mortally wounded by sunlight, only weakened by it. They’re still far stronger and nimble than any human but most importantly, they couldn’t transform into mist and fly away. This was the reason he only stopped at night. As for sleep, he didn’t need it, no vampires do. After about a week he met Aglais. She gave off an aura he had never felt before and he found it difficult to stand up around her, even look in her eyes. It was as if her very presence demanded that she be worshipped. This feeling never quite went away but with time he found himself accustomed to it. Each night he and Aglais fucked. Sometimes he held her from behind and kissed her neck and back whilst slowly sliding in and out of her, others he had her pinned up against a rock begging him to ruin her cunt and spit on her face.
However, after 2 weeks of companionship curiosity got the better of her. She asked him about the boost of vigor he experienced when sucking blood and although initially hesitant he explained to her how the taste of it made his cock swell and heartbeat. He forgot all his responsibilities and wanted only to please himself with his victim. This was followed by a request for a demonstration. At night, Emhyr would make his way to a small village and find an unimportant peasant girl and bring her back to the abandoned mine they were temporarily lodging. There he was supposed to ravage the girl in front of her. Of course, Emhyr couldn’t decline and did as instructed.
When the moon was hanging high in the sky Aglais could hear a muffled scream at the entrance and soon after a body being dragged. Before her appeared Emhyr, holding a brunette with a piece of cloth forced into her mouth and likely down her throat. Her hair was tied up in a bun and a was skirt wrapped tightly around her waist, making her figure even more erotic. Her upper body was exposed and her bare breast were plump and hung only gently with petite nipples pointing slightly upwards. Emhyr’s chest was expanding and contracting violently and Aglais noticed how his cock was throbbing even through his pants. The girl though looked terrified. Her pupils were dilated and shaking which was only made worse when Emhyr grabbed her neck from behind and hung her in the air in front of Aglais as if he was exhibiting a trophy. She nodded gently and spoke “you may begin now,” to which Emhyr dropped the girl and lunged at her, digging his fangs into her neck. Squirming and screaming even louder her skirt was ripped off and she felt something heavy rest against the entrance of her quivering pussy. Aglais was shocked. It had swelled to almost twice the size compared to when they made love and she could not imagine how painful it must’ve been for the peasant girl when her pussy was forced apart. It was stretched to its limit and with every thrust, a bulge appeared on her stomach that made a tingle spread across Aglais’ crotch. The ear-piercing scream penetrated the gag and echoed in the tunnel, but Emhyr didn’t have a care in the world. Even though he wasn’t burying his entire length in her the girl underneath him had her eyes roll up into her skull and her body go limp. In a minute it was over and Emhyr growled as his cock pulsated violently. Aglais could even see the cum leak from within her before he pulled out.
Emhyr breathed heavily and looked over at the noblewoman who was now weak in the knees. His cock was still hard but not swollen like it had been before, something that Aglais wasn’t quite satisfied with. “To think you would hide something like that. Look how terribly jealous you’ve made me.” She raised her dress and something glistening was running down her pale thigh. She started walking towards him slowly making sure he saw how her pussy was rubbing against her drenched panties. “Do you happen to know if you become equally excited from a vampire’s blood?” She exposed her slim gentle neck, the one he was kissed so many times. “Perhaps you’d like to have a taste of me too? Cause I certainly would.” Emhyr swallowed hard and his cock twitched periodically. He had no clue if it would work but the sight before him made him forget the girl who was laying passed out at his feet. With a big stride, he gripped Aglais around her waist and forced their bodies into contact. She rubbed his cock, still wet from the brunette, and whispered into his ear. “Fuck me… Fuck me until I can’t stand anymore, fuck me until all I can think about is how big your cock is, how much it hurts when the base touches my sticky lips and how your fangs penetrate my skin.” Emhyr loses control. He digs his fangs into her neck with all his might and the moment the blood hits his tongue Aglais smiles. She feels him grow again and all her pain is suppressed by the excitement. She presses her neck even harder towards him and his cock just keeps growing, becoming veinier and harder by the second. Finally, she’s thrown to the ground and her glistening wet pussy gets rammed, making it spread further than it ever has and Aglais can’t help but arch her back and moan in the most intense pleasure she’s ever felt, the pain only amplifying the sensation. He holds her by her slender waist with a rock-hard grip forcing her body to bounce on him. Her stomach protrudes as if an entire arm was trying to escape and she can’t help but roll her eyes back into her head. Her vision turns black and faded, slowly she becomes docile before realizing that Emhyr is still attached to her neck, sucking mercilessly. Panic sweeps across her body and she grabs ahold of his shoulders to push him away but then she notices that it’s not only his cock that has swollen. She can see every vein in his body pop and his metal grip around her waist has tightened so that his fingers are touching. She cries and screams but he won’t stop. By the time he’s finished, she can hardly feel her body anymore, only the rushing of cum making her swell. When he pulled out, she couldn’t feel a thing.
“Ever since then, I unlocked my true potential. I Achieved something that should only occur in the luckiest few. I didn’t notice until maybe a week after… I was too busy panicking and fleeing before then. Of course, I burned the body but when she doesn’t report back they’ll come looking for me… Either way, I’m just ranting aren’t I?” He said.
Before him sat a black crow with its head slightly tilted looking at the tall dark man. He didn’t seem particularly muscular and wore a dark leather doublet with red metal buttons and seams showing underneath a black coat. His hair was just as dark as his clothes whilst his face was symmetrical and pale, like all vampires’ with a sharp jawline and straight nose. Aside from the pale face, a golden armlet distinguished him from the crowd, if there had been one atop the clocktower. Below him shined the town as midnight was approaching.
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