The Monster Multiverse

Dameia straightened her hat once again, as her grip tightened on the handle within her grasp, stiffening her body as she held the object aloft, the rapier point aiming upward before her, before her arm fluidly moved to the side, weapon now pointed forward, before she lunged, forward thrusts aimed a certain distance ahead, her eyes locked upon specific points on her target. A smile formed on the young lass's face as her "attacks" hit each of their intended marks, the dull sound of weapon meeting bark a satisfying sound to hear reach the ears.

"Eins..." she spoke, a series of thrusts following her statement. "Zwei..." Another series of thrusts followed. "Drei...!" Yet another, more fluid and flamboyant series of thrusts, before she theatrically turned from her "opponent," and let her weapon arm drop to the side, relaxing her form just slightly. Her practice over, she took the silver weapon closer for examination, making sure to focus on the point, currently covered with a cap to keep the point covered, and the weapon blunt; it wouldn't do to accidentally impale her weapon within the trunk of a tree, or skewer a hapless traveler who caught her by surprise during training. The dulling implement securely in place, Dameia nodded in approval before putting the weapon away, latching it to her side once more, placed within its scabbard.

Her morning training regiment completed once again, the girl took a soft inhale of the morning air, before making sure all her things were in order; all her possessions were currently on-hand, the important and necessary traveling items in a satchel hitched to her side. Leaving the practice tree behind, she set off once more, no direction in mind, no goal set currently, simply letting the wind and nature guide her to her next location. The cool breeze rustled the leaves as she passed, prompting her to clutch her hat for fear of it leaving her head behind, golden blond strands of hair flying across her face, forcing her to playfully blow the offending material away from her every time the wind died down, shaking her head at the entire situation.

On occasion she would stop to take in the sights, or otherwise enjoy the nature around her. Alone and exploring, what else was there to do but take enjoyment out of the simplest pleasures one came across? From the gentle song of passing birds (followed by the even more enjoyable passing song of an airborne Siren), to the sweet taste of fruit plucked from a low-hanging branch, Dameia certainly had no qualms about continuing to live off of the land if necessary. Sinking her teeth into the soft outside of the fruit, the rapier-wielder pushed aside another set of foliage blocking her way. On the other side of this blockade, it seemed civilization had been found, the high stone walls of a city's outskirts greeting her gaze.

"Well, well, another new place to explore, it seems~" the woman said happily, wiping her lip of excess fruit and disposing of the core behind her, as she left the greenery behind to walk into the town, passing the sign that welcomed travelers like her to their humble city (Mal-Eth was the name, Dameia noted). The open gates to the city's insides another sign of their welcoming nature, Dameia walked right in, taking another breath in of the air, the scent of the wind changing as she entered civilization, the scent of society and all its ilk heavy in the air, particularly to one of her senses.

The buildings within were a myriad of quality and design, with silver coloring and stone construction seeming to be the most prevalent, from what Dameia could see. Making sure to stay out of the way of those who walked with actual business on their mind, the woman smiled at the enjoyment of people-watching, couples enjoying a brisk and cool early day together, businessmen and women attempting to sell their wares, travelers like herself attempting to barter and further their survival and lifestyle...again, the simple enjoyments in life were what Dameia enjoyed the most at these moments.

Caught up in her enjoyment of the sights, Dameia only narrowly avoided colliding with a passing person, hastily stopping and backing away, left hand falling to the scabbard at her side on instinct. Hastily fastening a smile to her face, she spoke. "Apologies! I let myself become too distracted, it seems."

The man she had nearly knocked into nodded in her direction, smiling himself. He was a handsome sort, in a burly sort of way, his choice of clothing and muscular frame suggesting a job in menial labor, something supported by the wood-cutting axe he clutched and had slung over his shoulder. With a dismissive wave, he replied. "No trouble, little missie. Not from around here, are you, hmm?" he said, a knowing expression on his face as his eyes traveled the woman's frame.

Smiling as she let the woodcutter explore her form with his gaze, Dameia raised her hat a little to get a clearer gaze, aiming her look towards the eyes of the man, who stood a head-taller than she did. "Korrekt! Perhaps my accent is that obvious?" she said, with a playful smile on her face.

The man nodded, perhaps a bit too straightforward to really play along with the game of innocence Dameia pretended to play. "Aye, it shows. But I noticed the clothes before I even thought 'bout the voice, personally. Ain't nobody around here that wears them kind of clothes except the high class folk, and even then, the material don't seem right." While he explained his reasoning, Dameia reflected on her choice of attire, her large hat atop her head foremost in her mind, before judging the slightly, and purposely, frayed edges of her sleeves, the soft and shortness of her pants, one leg designed asymmetrically, extended longer with a smoother material, and the general mixture of dark blue and purple that would seem outlandish when compared to the general populace's lighter coloring.

Smiling in spite of her apparent out-of-place appearance, she nodded appreciatively towards the burly acquaintance. "Well, perhaps I am the standout within the city, but I promise I will cause no problems for anyone. Everything will be fine for everyone~!" she said, almost whimsical in her tone.

Again, the man seemed unable to play along and match the young woman's exuberance, the same expression on his face as he nodded and responded slowly. "Aye. People here are real nice to travelers and such. Just don't rock the boat, don't start trouble, and there won't be no problems." Dameia responded with a tilt of her cap and another of her friendly smiles.

"Then I think perhaps I will find much fun within this city~!" she said, honestly pondering what kind of activities could be had while she was passing through. As she was making her way to part from her new acquaintance, however, a small noise sounded, growing louder, which quickly became recognized as that of a voice, one that was both female...and highly agitated.

"Come the end of our time here, I expect fresh wares to be waiting for us!" the voice demanded, as a pair of people stepped out from a smaller building, the smell of warm bread wafting out from the open door. The woman was first to leave the building, looking every bit as agitated as her voice had made her sound. The woman had an air of royalty about her, her form tall and voluptuous, but shielded from wandering eyes through her elegant dress, light silver with golden highlights upon the limbs, and a bright red cape attached at the neckline, which would drag behind her, were it not for the man following her, holding dearly onto the fabric to keep it from sliding along the stone ground. With an air of finality to her way of storming out the building, the woman brushed her long, luxurious locks of hair, darker in shade compared to Dameia's, and with shades of orange mixed within, across her arm, letting them fall behind her. Without a glance towards the man catering to her clothes behind her, she spoke, commanding and powerful. "Come, Samuel. We will depart and take to our other tasks."

"Y...Yes..." the man said, hastily agreeing in a manner that seemed most instinctive.

"However, the next time we descend towards the marketplace, I expect you to correctly guess the proper time to purchase our bread at its freshest. Am I clear?"

"Y...Yes...Sorry, Dear..."

Immediately at that, the woman turned, the small clack of her heel against stone impossibly sharp, and as if immediately understanding whatever mistake he had made, the man flinched, still clutching the woman's cloak as she glared at him, her eyes narrowing in his direction. A single finger touched the base of the man's neck, yet still seemed enough to keep him perfectly still. "I have told you, time and time again: in public, you are always to address me properly." she said firmly.

"Y...Yes....S-Sorry..." the man replied, and when the woman just silently gazed at him, without a change in her expression, he hastily added, "...Mistress." Without another word, the woman turned, seemingly satisfied with the discipline and control she had exercised. All throughout this little display, merely a building away from where she was located, Dameia's eyes had slowly narrowed more and more, her fingers moving idly as the urge to clench them into a fist was resisted.

"Tyrann..." she muttered softly. Still nearby, the woodcutter she had spoken to shook his head in disapproval of his own.

"At it already." he said, talking to himself out loud, but still managing to catch Dameia's attention. "Even after all the years of being together, Elmira still has him that much under her thumb. Aye, it's a sorry sight to see..." Deciding he had apparently spent enough time standing around, the woodcutter made to move, readjusting his axe, but just as he was moving, the youthful voice called out to him once more.

"Oh! Warte! Please, sir!" the young lady said, moving to establish herself in front of the burly man once more. "Perhaps you could do a young lady a favor and grant her directions? I may have some business to take care of elsewhere today~" she said, with a charming smile upon her face.

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With a resounding noise of aged hinges turning, the grand doors opened to allow Elmira admittance to her home once again, the woman in question marching through the opening imperially, Samuel trailing behind her as before, still clutching to the cape she wore in order to keep it from being soiled. After allowing the man to close the door behind her, she clutched the edge of the cape and pulled, forcing the cloth to drop from his hand, and allowing him better access to the goods that they had purchased, which he had also been carrying on him.

With a firm and stern gaze, the vampiric woman turned to the man and spoke. "Be sure to put everything into its proper place. I shall make sure to check your efforts later."

"Y...Yes, Mistress..."

"For now, since we were forced to extend our stay outside due to your inefficiency, I shall retire to my chambers. The exposure to sunlight has left me quite drained; I need time to rest. Be sure I am not disturbed."

"Y...Yes, Mistress..." With that command set in place, Elmira turned away from Samuel, leaving him to his appointed task, while she ascended the steps of the main foyer, the sound of his footsteps growing distant slowly being overshadowed by the quiet sound of her own heels clicking against the polished floor. Upon the second floor, she took to the right, immediately entering the farthest door, to the elegant decorations of her chambers and, most important in her mind at the present, the large soft bed, fine silk sheets waiting to caress her skin and ease her into sleep.

Moving slowly to the bed, she removed her footwear as she seated herself onto the soft cushioning, setting them aside neatly before laying her entire body against the sheets, her head resting on velvet-lined pillows for comfort. Hands folded neatly against her chest, already the weariness of the day began to catch up with her body, her eyelids growing heavy. She offered no resistance as sleep presented itself, and began to rest...

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"....ah....ess...ere..."

"..aps...wak...ood..."

Elmira's eyes fluttered beneath their lids. Voices were tingling at the edge of her consciousness, disrupting her rest before it was completed. Irritation was already beginning to develop within her; could Samuel not take care of simple tasks while she rested? Even with whatever amount of rest she got, she still felt weak, groggy...strange. Something felt amiss, even before she began to open her eyes.

No longer were her hands neatly folded at her chest area. Instead, her arms now lay above her head, and as she attempted to move them, found them bound together at the wrist. Her attempts to break free from the bonds proved fruitless, despite her usual strength; something had sapped her strength and left her no better than the average human female. Now beginning to become highly bothered, her vision was coming into focus once more, the haze of sleep rapidly being dispelled in the urgency of her situation.

The moment her vision became clear, her eyes opened in shock at the sight: Samuel sat above her, on her bed, and his chest was bare...no, not just his chest, everything about him was bare, completely exposed in her vicinity. But more than that, he wasn't alone: a woman, younger in her form than Elmira was, and with brighter colored golden hair, was there as well. The exotic blue clothing she wore placed her as a foreigner of some kind, but more importantly, her clothing was open at the chest area, a pair of perky breasts hung out, the creamy color of their skin tone enhanced by the dim lighting of the room. The woman's hand...her hand danced across Samuel's nethers, and the human male was already completely and utterly erect, a sharp inhale of pleasure escaping him as the woman's fingers stroked from the base to the tip. Infuriatingly, the girl's gaze was straight at Elmira, as was her knowing, superior smile.

"What...What is the meaning of this?!" Elmira demanded, instinctively struggling against her bonds, finding out amidst her movements that her bare ankles were bound together as well, keeping her immobile.

"I'm sorry, M-Mistress...." Samuel hissed, groaning even while the intruder stroked at his manhood. "S-She took me by s-suprise....o-overpowered me and took me here...y-you were already..." he tried to explain further, but was stopped by another moan interrupting him as the woman playfully flicked at the head of his member.

"Do not give your apologies to this woman." the youthful woman chided, her voice playful and affectionate, a second hand grazing against Samuel's sturdy chest. Her accent was another clue to her faraway origin, and she spoke in a whimsical fashion that belied the sly way she looked at Elmira, obviously not holding her in high opinion, a feeling that Elmira shared wholeheartedly at this point. "She does not give you proper liebe, hmm? None of them ever do. Perhaps this is why they need training, hmm~?" she said, with a malevolent air of joy to her words.

It was at that last sentence that everything began to click within Elmira's mind: the state she was in, her weakness and inability to break through from her bonds, this intruder, her mannerisms, and her current position of stroking her servant's genitals....'Dhampir...a Dhampir!' she thought, a mixture of irritation and worry flooding through her body at the moment of realization. Again she struggled fruitlessly against her bonds, prompting an annoying giggle from her captor.

"Sinnlos, little Vampire. Struggling will get you nowhere." she chided, her smile deepening. "Just relax and let Dameia teach you the proper way to treat a man, hmm~?" she said, having not stopped her ministrations upon Samuel all throughout this situation, the man weakly unable to resist her touches, brazenly groaning his body's approval of her touches, there in front of Elmira. Shifting her weight, Dameia let her exposed breasts dangle slightly, closing in on Samuel's manhood, until the nipples, pink and vibrant, grazed the skin of his shaft, eliciting a violent twitch from the organ from the sudden sensation, and a knowing sound of approval from the Dhampir. "Good, is it not?" she responded knowingly, raising herself up, scraping the hardening nubs against Samuel's bare chest as she rose, hand falling to his member to stroke it once more. "This 'Mistress'...she does not touch you like this, does she? Nein...she does not pleasure you at all, hmm?"

"Still your tongue, Samuel! Do not answer this harlot!" Elmira interjected indignantly.

With a low laugh of amusement, Dameia's hand began to pump faster across Samuel's shaft, the mixture of sensations from skin and fabric teasing him as she spoke again. "Perhaps she once shared pleasure with you....but she did not do it for your sake, hmm? If you do not answer, I may stop~" she teased.

"Samuel!" Elmira exclaimed menacingly.

Samuel's gaze was upward, trying both to avoid the gaze of his Mistress, and in reaction to the sensations churning across his lower half, but at the threat of having the sensations stop, he gazed downward, blue eyes meeting Elmira's red ones, before shifting over to the pink-tinted gaze of his current captor, and shuddering as the speed of the stroking against his penis increased in tempo again. In a hurry, he confessed. "Mistress once mounted me, claiming to need relief, and said our marriage afterward was simply a matter of taking responsibility for losing herself!"

"Samuel!" Elmira's voice was indignant and angry, her face reddening at her personal life being so brazenly confessed to the woman that had her captive, but the woman seemed only to gain enjoyment from the event.

"Guter Junge." she said approvingly, still pressed against Samuel's chest with her own exposed breasts. "Now here is your reward~" she said happily, fingers now working vigorously across the man's organ, eliciting another upward gaze and a loud groan from him as she stroked him faster and faster, before lowering herself, and kissing the base of the shaft affectionately. "Do not hold back! Release all your pent up lust!" she encouraged, kissing and stroking, until finally, Samuel's body could stand it no longer. With a cry, his dick twitched, and unleashed the sperm that had developed within, the streaks of white arcing through the air, Dameia unleashing a happy cry of triumph, while Elmira's eyes widened as the semen's trajectory landed it, splattering her face with the warm, thick liquid, then staining her delicate dress with lines of white.

"Ugh...Dis...gusting...!" Elmira said through gritted teeth, again moving in an attempt to free herself.

Dameia let out a scoff of dry amusement at that, stroking the panting Samuel slower and slower as his shaft was lubricated from some of the sperm and precum that had stained her hand, before she brought her hand up to her mouth, licking some of the excess off, making a deliberate show if it to Elmira. "Of course you would think that, hmm? Well, perhaps your opinion will change, as you let it lay there upon your face, hmm?" she offered, before moving to Samuel once again, and this time, taking him by the sides and laying him down on the bed. Due to the elevation provided by pillows, he was still well within Elmira's line of sight, something Dameia no doubt planned, as she almost leaped upon him, straddling his bare body with her own, guiding his hands to her breasts, with a light and playful cry as his digits met her flesh. "Ahn...! Mehr...do it as much as you like...~" she encouraged, releasing Samuel's hands, which remained at her breasts, already fondling them as if an instinctive action.

Elmira watched, indignant and with growing rage, as her servant, her Samuel, continued to grope this trollop's breasts beneath his fingers. Those nimble, yet strong fingers that had served her well over the years...teeth still gritted, she attempted to ignore the slow oozing sensation of Samuel's sperm trickling down her face from her forehead, ignoring the faint bitter taste of the liquid from the droplets that had splashed her lips....try as she might to struggle against her bonds, however, they remained in place, the accursed Dhampir's aura keeping her from regaining full strength...and her brazen attitude keeping the Vampire from tearing her eyes away from the scene in front of her. Dameia's hips had begun to move, the junction between her legs covered only by a smooth layer of fabric, which currently grinded against the male's manhood, keeping it from softening, as her mounds of flesh changed shape beneath each of his touches and squeezes, her breath getting hotter and heavier with each grind and grope.

After several moments of grinding her hips against his, Dameia had apparently decided enough was enough, and separated from Samuel's grip, the man's hand flailing blindly for a split-second, so caught up in the flesh of a woman after so long, as Dameia stood on the bed, taking the tops and bottoms of her clothes away in fluid motions, exposing her flesh completely, a trail of arousal clinging to her lower clothes as they were pulled away. Only the hat and belt remained, and those were ceremoniously set aside, yet still within reach for Dameia, as she shifted over to Samuel's face, lowering herself and spreading her lower lips with a smile. "Look, Herr Samuel. See how very aroused you make me? See how a woman should react to the touch of a man? Please, Herr Samuel....taste me...please us both..." she insisted, her voice low and husky. Samuel, eyes locked on the dripping sex of the Dhampir, seized onto her inner thighs for leverage, and raised his head, tongue meeting the lower opening of the woman in seconds, Dameia's back arching as a moan escaped her, before looking back down and stroking the man's hair affectionately. "Ah....yes, taste me...devour me...until you've had your fill..." she encouraged.

Elmira continued to gaze in utter indignation, still attempting to ignore the smell and feel of the liquid that oozed across her face. But the smell...the smell was beginning to distract, with the thickness that matched the bitter taste, her thoughts being disrupted and her feelings becoming more and more muddled, as her eyes remained locked on Samuel, watching in what could only be a strange mixture of confusion, curiosity, and irritation at just how hungrily the male attacked this woman with his tongue, and just how much the intruder seemed to be enjoying it...and it seemed it was not just for sadistic glee due to the power over her, but enjoying it on its own merit. Elmira's gaze traveled up the younger woman's nubile body, meeting her gaze once again, and glaring just as angrily as before, getting nothing so satisfying as anger back. Instead, Dameia's smile returned anew, reaching, even as her fingers twitched each time Samuel's tongue traveled across a good spot, for her belt, and removing her sheathed weapon from its scabbard where it lay. "W...What are you...?" Elmira began, before she found her lower area being teased through her clothes by Dameia's other hand, a finger threatening to enter her folds alongside her clothing. "Ah! S-Stop this at once!" Elmira demanded, glaring back at the Dhampir and her capped rapier. Dameia ignored the Vampire's pleas, instead gripping the clothes she fingered, and with a resounding rip, the soft material was shredded, and Elmira's pupils shrank in shock for just a moment, as she realized she was now exposed below. "I said stop this at o--ah!" Again the Vampire's demands were ignored, instead being teased once again, the cap of the weapon Dameia clutched now rubbing against her nether regions, teasing her lips and making her body arch at the sudden stimulation and the cold sensation, inadvertently rubbing more against the purposely-dulled object.

Still being orally stimulated above Samuel, moaning erotic sounds as she was pleased, Dameia still had the strength to rub her weapon, now a makeshift pleasure item, against the Vampire's lower body, eyes narrowing in triumph as she saw the glistening of wetness against the tip. "Ahn....does it feel good, Vampir?" she asked, breathing heavy as she rubbed the item against the older woman's pussy, before pressing against the clit as she found it, stimulating her heavily and making the woman arch and moan beneath her ministrations. Shuddering as she felt Samuel's tongue slide inside her and squirm around. "Just imagine how much better...ah...it would feel...perhaps you should allow Herr Samuel to please you...~" she said, again rubbing the Vampire with the dull parts of her weapon to please rather than injure.

"...Be...silent...!" Elmira demanded through gritted teeth, trying to resist the shudders and warmth she felt within her body, beneath the forceful ministrations of the Dhampir's domination. She had never felt this way before...the only time she had found the pleasure of the flesh, she was in control, making sure every detail of the affair was properly done her way...this was completely different, her body shuddering and charged on the inside, her mind barely able to process all the overwhelming sensations, which instinct seemed to be trying to force her to ignore. The smell and feel of the semen on her face was getting impossible to ignore, as if every nerve and sense available to her head were going into overdrive.

With a look of mock exasperation, the Dhampir disposed of the makeshift pleasure tool, tossing it aside as she extracted herself from Samuel's tongue with a pleased shudder, moving downward across his body, the man's chest becoming slick and smeared with her vaginal juices as she slid down, before meeting the organ she had targeted. "Come, Herr Samuel....let Dameia indulge you in the lust the Vampir will not allow you to sate!" she said, sinking herself down upon his cock with a groan, which was immediately joined by Samuel's own grunt of pleasure as his manhood was enveloped within the tight folds of the nubile young woman's pussy.

Elmira's eyes shut in reflex upon the moment of insertion, not wanting to see the act of penetration by that woman upon her servant...he was Elmira's servant, not hers! He had served the Vampire for years, loyally and faithfully despite her treatment...he was not supposed to be cowed so easily beneath the touch of a Dhampir blood traitor! He was...already bucking his hips in the drive to further his pleasure, a fact Elmira became aware of when she couldn't keep her eyes closed any longer, watching again in the mix of confusion and disdain as his face, tinted red, contorted in pleasure and desire, his hands not even needing to be encouraged to bring themselves up to the half-blood's breasts, squeezing them and even teasing the nipples, making the Dhampir's back arch as her moans of ecstasy echoed across the room, ringing in Elmira's ears. The Vampire's eyes were locked on the point of conjoining, watching his member, thick and engorged even after his first orgasm, plunge in and out of the Dhampire's pussy, soaked and slick with her juices, the wet sounds of flesh against flesh ringing in her ears more and more, disrupting her focus and making the smell near her nose even harder to resist. Unconsciously, her tongue flicked across her lips; the bitter taste of Samuel's sperm greeted her taste buds, and her legs began to squirm and rub against each other, no longer struggling against their bonds for freedom, but attempting to soothe the ache, the need, between them.

The younger monster girl continued to ride the man, hands against his chest to steady herself, her breasts bouncing even beneath his hands and grip, as her hips bucked against his, slamming against the bed repeatedly. "Yes...yes....so strong! So virile! This...this is why men are truly a treasure!" she cried out, strength leaving her for a moment as she fell against the human's chest, laying her head near his neck, taking in a deep breath of his scent, a shuddering sigh escaping her which turned into another vibrant moan. "Mmm....he smells so good....and his neck...ooh, so succulent..."

Elmira's body twitched, her eyes widening at that statement. 'W...what? N...' she thought to herself, gazing in growing horror at the Dhampir.

"Mmm...the taste of blood...it has been quite some time..." Dameia said, hips still bucking even as her mouth opened, fangs glinting in the dim light...

"No!"

Immediately, the frenetic movement of flesh against flesh stopped, as both Dameia and Samuel looked over to the source of the panicked voice, gazing at Elmira, head looking downward, breathing heavily. Her lips moved, and the dimmest sound of a voice came out, but nothing specific could be made out. "Pardon? I'm afraid I didn't hear that~" Dameia said playfully, raising a hand to her ear.

"...is blood....ything..."

"Once more, perhaps~?"

"Not his blood! I'll do anything, but leave his blood alone! It's mine!" Elmira finally shouted, tears forming at the edge of her eyes as she glared at the two of them, breathing heavily and red-faced. "Only I can be allowed to taste the sweet nectar of his blood!" she insisted.

Straightening herself, Dameia lifted herself off of Samuel's penis, separating their loins and taking the man by his hand, raising him up to his previous position when he stood over the Vampire while being stroked. "If that is the case, then. If you do not want me to feast on this sweet nectar, you know what to do~" she said, taking the ropes around the Vampire's ankles and untying them, freeing the woman's legs.

Almost immediately, the Vampire righted herself, onto her feet, and lunged at the neck of the man, immediately sinking her fangs into his neck, making the man grunt with the initial pain of penetration as he was bitten. Hungrily, ravenously, Elmira sank into his neck, and began to gulp down the liquid she sought, savoring the taste of his blood as it ran down her throat. Face reddened and eyes wide with desire and nearly in a frenzy, it wasn't long before she had feasted enough, detaching from the shuddering man's neck, and kneeling down. Even with her hands still bound, she tried to remain in control, but as she neared Samuel's engorged organ, she took in a deep sniff, the virile male scent assaulting her nose doubly-so, face still stained with his previous emissions, and with a hunger that nearly equaled her taste for blood, the Vampire dove forward and enveloped his member into her mouth, the scent thick enough to be tasted upon her lips as her tongue swirled around the length, eliciting a panting groan from the man.

"M...Mistress..." he gasped out, and Dameia slid behind Samuel and tilted his head towards hers, which rested on his shoulder.

"Ah-ah-ah...Nein, she is not 'Mistress.'" Dameia chided. "Now, she is 'Darling.' 'Dear.' 'Elmira.' 'Lover.' Whatever you choose to call her, but Mistress she is no longer~" she said, kissing the male vigorously, invading his mouth with her tongue, while Elmira continued to dive forward with her face, going so far as to press her nose against his chest, deepthroating the organ with hungry, lustful moans of desire, her red eyes meeting Samuel's blue orbs as he managed to escape the kisses of the Dhampir.

Nervous at first, he spoke, through shudders of pleasure. "M...E-Elmira....Dear..." he said. Almost immediately, a shudder of pleasure passed through the Vampire, her eyes closing as she seemed to relish the words he used, before returning back to her current duty, earning an approving giggle from the Dhampir on Samuel's shoulder.

"See, now she knows to love her husband properly, and to treat him well~" she said, watching the Vampire's face bob up and down upon the man's manhood, occasionally popping off to slide her tongue from head to base a few times, before taking it into her mouth. Shaking her head slightly, Dameia moved from her vantage point behind Samuel, to go to Elmira's shoulder, seizing it and pushing, forcibly separating the Vampire from her lover, causing Elmira to cry out in disappointment and confusion, as she was pushed to the bed once more, on her back, the Dhampir seizing the clothing around her chest and tearing that as well, exposing the larger bosom of the older woman. "But it seems she has forgotten already in her hunger...that the best sating for the lust is in here~!" Dameia said teasingly, waggling her bare hips for emphasis. "Am I wrong?" she asked, a knowing look in her eye as she turned to the Vampire she currently straddled.

Panting heavily, face flushed with desire, head filled with an almost debilitating desire for Samuel, Elmira hardly cared about the half-blood on her chest, or her still-bound hands, and spread her legs further, allowing complete access as she gazed into Samuel's eyes. "Samuel! She's correct! Please, darling....please sate me!" she pleaded. The look of surprise on Samuel's eyes was indescribable, but the look of desire and love it turned to was even more amazing, making Elmira's heart skip a beat as he moved obediently, grabbing her arms beneath the soft material, and mounting her, chest pressed against the back of Dameia as he pressed forward, Elmira's lower half accepting him inside her eagerly, burning hot and tightening around his shaft instantly. "Ahhhhh---!!" Elmira moaned, a long and protracted cry of desire and satisfaction, which didn't end until he was down to the very base, hips squashing against her and pressing her into the softness of the bed. He pulled back, only to plunge again, bouncing the trio against the bed, and building up a rhythm, the man and Vampire enjoying the feeling of their bodies embracing each other, and the Dhampir enjoying the feeling of being pressed between two lovers she helped learn the proper way to behave with each other.

"Mmm....Herr Samuel feels good, does he not~?" the Dhampir teased, hands stroking against the sides of the Vampire, as her back lay against the human's chest, and her own nether regions rubbed against his shaft each time he pulled out or plunged back inward, making her own breath husky and hot against the Elmira's face. Elmira, too busy indulging in carnal delights and relishing the pleasure she was denied, simply nodded, any attempt at speaking cut off by moans as Samuel dived into her or Dameia stroked her hips. With a knowing giggle, Dameia lowered her face and latched her lips around a hardened nipple of the Vampire, teasing the nub with her tongue and teeth, causing Elmira's back to arch as she moaned loudly, teeth gritting from the effort needed to hold back a literal scream. "Remember these feelings, Vampir." Dameia said, flicking her tongue against the tip, and kissing the surrounding flesh of the breast she cupped. "Remember these feelings, and indulge in them. This...this is truly the best way to love a man, hmm?"

"Yes....Yes!" Elmira cried out as she was pleasured. "I...I'll remember! S-Samuel! Samuel!!" she cried out, reducing to nothing but moans and pants beneath the touches of the pair of lovers she currently possessed. Driven wild by desire, Samuel was now pounding against them sliding against Dameia and plunging hard and fast into Elmira, driving the entire trio quickly towards the inevitable end of this sensation. Panting hard, Dameia grinded her hips to further her pleasure as she hungrily latched onto Elmira's other breast, causing the Vampire to arch her back and groan once again, as Samuel sped up one last time. "Samuel~~~!!!"

"Elmira!!"

With a thunderous cry of names from the duo, and a loud muffled moan from Dameia, all three reached the apex, another long, extended moan emitted from the Vampire as her womb was filled with thick sperm from the human male, flooding her crevasse with the white liquid, their bodies trembling again and again as their orgasms wracked their bodies for several seconds, until finally, weak from exertion, Elmira's body slackened, laying weakly against the bed, while Samuel fell forward, supported up by Dameia's back, the only member to not have been utterly floored by their own pleasure. With a satisfied giggle, the Dhampir slipped out from beneath the man, allowing him to collapse onto Elmira, the two beginning to embrace each other in their post-coitus haze, almost out of reflex. Sliding off the bed, she kept her eyes on the pair, while stretching her naked body for a moment, before making to gather up her clothes.

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In the high-class district of Mal-Eth, the majestic home that sat furthest down the northern streets stood proudly. From the large, aged front doors, a young figure stepped out of the building and into the late night, walking away from the two-story domicile. As she walked away, a room that had been left devoid of light suddenly became lit, the light coming through the window, causing the figure to turn and observe. A few moments later, despite the window's closed nature, low cries of an erotic nature began to emanate, the voice of a woman heard above the other, cries of joy, lust, and ecstasy.

With a smile, the figure turned away, resuming their path away from the building, tapping the scabbard at their side, adjusting the hat upon their head, and speaking, in an joyful, whimsical tone.

"Sehr gut~!"