Riary felt a massive weight slam into her and went down. She gritted her teeth but physical reinforcement had always been a secondary focus. She wasn’t a slouch in fitness but she could never compare to a specialized warrior. That wasn’t where her talents lay. It galled her to see that the demon only went down after her. Annoying but she had no time to focus on that.
The Vampire was coming.
Vampires… she had heard about them but never seen one. They were people of a sort. They fed on blood and were rumored to be immortal. They were known as a ‘curse’ Race, only able to reproduce via a ritual. Unlike hagravens or werewolves, they were in far more control of themselves, only requiring blood to be satisfied and act normal. But it was only an act. One and all, Vampires were infamous for being lustful, sadistic, and power hungry. Natural politicians. They were only rarely seen outside their slice of territory in the Gaud Empire. Gritting her teeth and looking up at this one, she had a feeling those elements were there even before her transformation.
Riary felt some type of forcefields around her, preventing her from moving. But she didn’t need to. She summoned a dozen fast moving balls of Fire, ready to burn this bitch to the ground and give them time to escape from her control.
They disappeared instantly.
An ugly expression appeared on her face.
“Ah. Don’t worry my dear little mage. They’ll be time for fire later. Right now, let’s relax and continue our conversation. After all,”
Vanessa stared down, directly into her eyes, radiating a hunger she hadn’t experienced in… ever. She could see a desire no one had ever shown her. Pure and intense, just like her flames except without any extra elements.
“It’s all about you.”
Riary frowned and had her mouth open slightly in shock. She wanted to burn this bitch to the ground but the hell did she mean. Her? What did she want?
She didn’t give it much thought, the ideas of a dead woman not mattering much. She summoned more fire, trying to bathe the air with it. If the vampire was an air mage, the amount of fires would be a problem to snuff out all at once. She had practiced against them after all.
“Tsk.”
Suddenly, the Vampire reached towards her, putting her hand on her face. Riary was angry, hoping to bite her fucking hand off, before she felt an alien sensation course through her body. Something, something was wrong. Something was off.
Riary’s flames disappeared, vanishing from the air. But for Riary, it was so much worse.
She could feel her mana channels, her mana, slow down and stop where it was. She could feel her muscles move without her control, smoothing her out. Her expression relaxing, her teeth unclenching, her heart slowing down to a normal pace. It was like someone was… reaching inside her and controlling her.
She couldn’t move anything, not even her own pupils. Still, she looked up at a smiling vampire and for the first time, felt fear.
This was no magic. She’d have felt it. This was an Ability.
She felt the need to swallow and was enraged that she was allowed to. Allowed to breath, to blink, to have her heart beat. Her body was completely out of her control. Worse, she could feel small amounts of herself moving without her command. Her tongue, her breasts, her pussy.
With horror, she realized the vampire was using its weird Ability to grope her.
“Riary!” Tyler yelled.
“Now, let’s have that conversation shall we? After all, we haven’t even introduced ourselves!”
“I am Vanessa Vilconoff. It is such a pleasure to meet you all.”
The look in her eyes, in her face, brought two emotions out of Riary. Naturally the first was Rage. Rage and hatred that could consume a sun.
How dare she. How. Dare. She. Look at her like that. Control her like this. Control her mana like this. Riary hated a lot of things and a lot of things made her angry, but she was quickly finding that having her body played with like this, move outside her control for fun by another, had brought this bitch to nearly the top of her list.
The second emotion, was fear. She could feel parts of her body… bulging. Parts of her body that couldn’t move, like her organs or stomach or throat. The message was clear. The vampire could tear her body apart, rip it to shreds, with a thought. As she felt her breasts forcefully bounce a little and her vagina squeeze, memories of her father, of his rape started to come back to her.
This bitch had to die. If it was the last thing Riary did, she would kill her.
“Now now, let us finally make introductions! I have graciously already gone first, now it is your turn. Tell me, young mage, who do I owe the pleasure of knowing?”
Her mouth was ‘freed’, even if she could still feel the hooks of control going through every fiber of her body. Riary had only one answer in her mind.
“Go. Fuck. Yourself.”
She would die before giving this thing the fucking satisfaction.
“Hehe. Oh, such a little ball of fire.”
Without breaking contact with her face, the creepy fucking vampire got on her knees, staring directly at eye level with Riary. If there was an outside observer without information, they’d probably think it was romantic. That element wasn’t lost on Riary.
The fire in her mind grew. She would burn this bitch to the-
Suddenly she felt lips touch her own. A tongue enter her mouth. Her eyes couldn’t even widen, as the woman in front of her started to passionately kiss her. She was shocked. She tried to move, to resist, to get the hell back! But it didn’t, it wasn’t working. No matter how much she wanted it, it was like she was paralyzed. No, worse. She could feel her body moving alright… into the kiss. Her tongue moving out to play with the other one, her lips pressing forward.
A crack started to appear in Riary’s mind. A crack that howled rage like never before, that spoke of old trauma being relived, that spoke of hatred so pure and deep that it went black and was only coated with Anger. Anger that would make a normal person die from the experience alone.
That crack began to widen, as the kiss continued, as she felt her breasts being squeezed to the point it hurt, felt the vampire use her like a toy.
Rage.
Rage.
RAGE!
She could feel more effort being used on heart, on her blood, forcing her to be calm. Forcing her body to not react to the emotions running through her mind and her spirit. It only deepened them.
Finally, after far, far too long, the kiss ended, a line of drool still connecting them for a moment. Normally, Riary would have felt fear and disgust, along with a handful of other emotions. She was done with that. Her mind only had space for two emotions, Anger and Hatred, and they were swiftly fusing, combining into one whole.
Wrath. An inferno of Wrath.
Her ears didn’t notice the rest of the conversation, the rest of the words. Her mana was practically beating with the feelings within her. She had never before felt so angry. Never. She had been too young, too naive, too innocent to feel anything more than childish rage and pain when the worst of life had hit her.
Her existence afterwards had been a strong source. But never, never had she felt anything like this. She felt like she had swallowed a sun. Like her entire body was going to explode.
Riary was thrown out of her self-reflection, her own inner turmoil, to the voice of the woman.
“I want… beautiful, passionate women.”
She looked down, straight at Riary, looking deep into her eyes.
“When I saw your flames, saw your signature on the world, I knew you were the one. My old heart started beating again. Such intensity! Such hatred and anger! All contained in such a cute little woman. You remind me of a younger, fiercer me. From a simple glance, I knew I had to see more. The goblins served more than well enough. To see yourself fully unleashed… I had to play with my maids earlier to relieve myself. I want you, Riary. I want you all to myself.”
Her smile grew and grew, a single word was spoken, practically dripping with desire.
“Forever.”
The crack in Riary’s mind grew. She, she, she, those flames, her fire, her life’s work…. It wasn’t, it wasn’t.
It wasn’t for you to enjoy!
Riary felt like someone had just wiped their ass with everything she had cared about. Her flames, her fire, her art, her, her very existence, it was all meant to burn the intensity into others. To make them feel the depths they could go. To make them feel it all… as they burned to ashes in the wind.
Her work was beautiful, but it was never meant to be enjoyed like that. Not by her. Not like this.
Her anger, her Wrath, was surprisingly stopped for a moment when she heard a voice.
“Can we negotiate?” Said the Demon.
Riary couldn’t exactly turn, but she could see him out the corner of her eye. Derek. She suddenly had a few mixed feelings surface, like breaking through the water tension. He had warned them. Warned them repeatedly, said they were going to die, again and again. It had made Riary hate his cowardice even more. It felt like cockroaches crawling on her skin, that he had been so right.
“You… probably aren’t going to let us go. You probably plan to kill us and take Riary. We can’t stop you. We could do something more… consensual? We live, you get Riary, the Villagers go free.”
For a second, Riary actually believed her heart stopped.
What the fuck.
Go fuck yourself!
‘Get Riary’?! I’m glad you drank my piss you absolute mongrel!
“DEREK!” Tyler shouted.
“Ha!” The Vampire laughed.“Tell me Derek the Demon. If we did ‘negotiate’ such a thing, can you honestly say you have no plans to have me killed in some way? That even now you aren’t planning a way to end me and take back your beautiful companion?”
Riary felt a new emotion. Betrayal. The demon… it was trying to sell them out. To save its own skin by leaving her here with this creature. It didn’t care about Riary or them. It would gladly leave them all to get out. Worry and a different form of pain and rage started to grow in her mind. If they actually did make some kind of deal-
But there was no answer to the vampire’s question.
“Typical. Points for trying but no. You are wrong, however. Yes, killing you three would be the most straightforward path. But it has been a long time since my house had servants. I suspect your attempts to escape will fill me with entertainment for at least the next three decades. Now, we have had a proper conversation and I have enjoyed it immensely. But you see, I simply can’t wait any longer. I shall have to ask you to forgive me for being so… rough.”
Riary saw that those words were directed at her. She grabbed her pants with her other hand and Riary felt her disgust growing.
Ew. Ew ew ew ew. Riary wasn’t into women, at all.
‘This can’t be happening. No way.’ Riary thought. ‘This is going to be fucking disgusting. Ugh, my Goddess.’
Already, just from imagining what she was about to be forced to do, she couldn’t help but feel like vomiting a little.
And then her mind felt like it was shattered. Broken apart.
The Vampire’s pants were pulled down… revealing a dick.
A very long, very big dick. A dick that was slowly rising.
‘No… no no. No. NO! A Futa?! But they’re so rare! NO! Don’t you dare! NO!’
Yet her yells went unheard and unanswered, as she felt her mouth open without her permission and felt a dick slam into the back of her throat.
Riary felt a massive weight slam into her and went down. She gritted her teeth but physical reinforcement had always been a secondary focus. She wasn’t a slouch in fitness but she could never compare to a specialized warrior. That wasn’t where her talents lay. It galled her to see that the demon only went down after her. Annoying but she had no time to focus on that.
The Vampire was coming.
Vampires… she had heard about them but never seen one. They were people of a sort. They fed on blood and were rumored to be immortal. They were known as a ‘curse’ Race, only able to reproduce via a ritual. Unlike hagravens or werewolves, they were in far more control of themselves, only requiring blood to be satisfied and act normal. But it was only an act. One and all, Vampires were infamous for being lustful, sadistic, and power hungry. Natural politicians. They were only rarely seen outside their slice of territory in the Gaud Empire. Gritting her teeth and looking up at this one, she had a feeling those elements were there even before her transformation.
Riary felt some type of forcefields around her, preventing her from moving. But she didn’t need to. She summoned a dozen fast moving balls of Fire, ready to burn this bitch to the ground and give them time to escape from her control.
They disappeared instantly.
An ugly expression appeared on her face.
“Ah. Don’t worry my dear little mage. They’ll be time for fire later. Right now, let’s relax and continue our conversation. After all,”
Vanessa stared down, directly into her eyes, radiating a hunger she hadn’t experienced in… ever. She could see a desire no one had ever shown her. Pure and intense, just like her flames except without any extra elements.
“It’s all about you.”
Riary frowned and had her mouth open slightly in shock. She wanted to burn this bitch to the ground but the hell did she mean. Her? What did she want?
She didn’t give it much thought, the ideas of a dead woman not mattering much. She summoned more fire, trying to bathe the air with it. If the vampire was an air mage, the amount of fires would be a problem to snuff out all at once. She had practiced against them after all.
“Tsk.”
Suddenly, the Vampire reached towards her, putting her hand on her face. Riary was angry, hoping to bite her fucking hand off, before she felt an alien sensation course through her body. Something, something was wrong. Something was off.
Riary’s flames disappeared, vanishing from the air. But for Riary, it was so much worse.
She could feel her mana channels, her mana, slow down and stop where it was. She could feel her muscles move without her control, smoothing her out. Her expression relaxing, her teeth unclenching, her heart slowing down to a normal pace. It was like someone was… reaching inside her and controlling her.
She couldn’t move anything, not even her own pupils. Still, she looked up at a smiling vampire and for the first time, felt fear.
This was no magic. She’d have felt it. This was an Ability.
She felt the need to swallow and was enraged that she was allowed to. Allowed to breath, to blink, to have her heart beat. Her body was completely out of her control. Worse, she could feel small amounts of herself moving without her command. Her tongue, her breasts, her pussy.
With horror, she realized the vampire was using its weird Ability to grope her.
“Riary!” Tyler yelled.
“Now, let’s have that conversation shall we? After all, we haven’t even introduced ourselves!”
“I am Vanessa Vilconoff. It is such a pleasure to meet you all.”
The look in her eyes, in her face, brought two emotions out of Riary. Naturally the first was Rage. Rage and hatred that could consume a sun.
How dare she. How. Dare. She. Look at her like that. Control her like this. Control her mana like this. Riary hated a lot of things and a lot of things made her angry, but she was quickly finding that having her body played with like this, move outside her control for fun by another, had brought this bitch to nearly the top of her list.
The second emotion, was fear. She could feel parts of her body… bulging. Parts of her body that couldn’t move, like her organs or stomach or throat. The message was clear. The vampire could tear her body apart, rip it to shreds, with a thought. As she felt her breasts forcefully bounce a little and her vagina squeeze, memories of her father, of his rape started to come back to her.
This bitch had to die. If it was the last thing Riary did, she would kill her.
“Now now, let us finally make introductions! I have graciously already gone first, now it is your turn. Tell me, young mage, who do I owe the pleasure of knowing?”
Her mouth was ‘freed’, even if she could still feel the hooks of control going through every fiber of her body. Riary had only one answer in her mind.
“Go. Fuck. Yourself.”
She would die before giving this thing the fucking satisfaction.
“Hehe. Oh, such a little ball of fire.”
Without breaking contact with her face, the creepy fucking vampire got on her knees, staring directly at eye level with Riary. If there was an outside observer without information, they’d probably think it was romantic. That element wasn’t lost on Riary.
The fire in her mind grew. She would burn this bitch to the-
Suddenly she felt lips touch her own. A tongue enter her mouth. Her eyes couldn’t even widen, as the woman in front of her started to passionately kiss her. She was shocked. She tried to move, to resist, to get the hell back! But it didn’t, it wasn’t working. No matter how much she wanted it, it was like she was paralyzed. No, worse. She could feel her body moving alright… into the kiss. Her tongue moving out to play with the other one, her lips pressing forward.
A crack started to appear in Riary’s mind. A crack that howled rage like never before, that spoke of old trauma being relived, that spoke of hatred so pure and deep that it went black and was only coated with Anger. Anger that would make a normal person die from the experience alone.
That crack began to widen, as the kiss continued, as she felt her breasts being squeezed to the point it hurt, felt the vampire use her like a toy.
Rage.
Rage.
RAGE!
She could feel more effort being used on heart, on her blood, forcing her to be calm. Forcing her body to not react to the emotions running through her mind and her spirit. It only deepened them.
Finally, after far, far too long, the kiss ended, a line of drool still connecting them for a moment. Normally, Riary would have felt fear and disgust, along with a handful of other emotions. She was done with that. Her mind only had space for two emotions, Anger and Hatred, and they were swiftly fusing, combining into one whole.
Wrath. An inferno of Wrath.
Her ears didn’t notice the rest of the conversation, the rest of the words. Her mana was practically beating with the feelings within her. She had never before felt so angry. Never. She had been too young, too naive, too innocent to feel anything more than childish rage and pain when the worst of life had hit her.
Her existence afterwards had been a strong source. But never, never had she felt anything like this. She felt like she had swallowed a sun. Like her entire body was going to explode.
Riary was thrown out of her self-reflection, her own inner turmoil, to the voice of the woman.
“I want… beautiful, passionate women.”
She looked down, straight at Riary, looking deep into her eyes.
“When I saw your flames, saw your signature on the world, I knew you were the one. My old heart started beating again. Such intensity! Such hatred and anger! All contained in such a cute little woman. You remind me of a younger, fiercer me. From a simple glance, I knew I had to see more. The goblins served more than well enough. To see yourself fully unleashed… I had to play with my maids earlier to relieve myself. I want you, Riary. I want you all to myself.”
Her smile grew and grew, a single word was spoken, practically dripping with desire.
“Forever.”
The crack in Riary’s mind grew. She, she, she, those flames, her fire, her life’s work…. It wasn’t, it wasn’t.
It wasn’t for you to enjoy!
Riary felt like someone had just wiped their ass with everything she had cared about. Her flames, her fire, her art, her, her very existence, it was all meant to burn the intensity into others. To make them feel the depths they could go. To make them feel it all… as they burned to ashes in the wind.
Her work was beautiful, but it was never meant to be enjoyed like that. Not by her. Not like this.
Her anger, her Wrath, was surprisingly stopped for a moment when she heard a voice.
“Can we negotiate?” Said the Demon.
Riary couldn’t exactly turn, but she could see him out the corner of her eye. Derek. She suddenly had a few mixed feelings surface, like breaking through the water tension. He had warned them. Warned them repeatedly, said they were going to die, again and again. It had made Riary hate his cowardice even more. It felt like cockroaches crawling on her skin, that he had been so right.
“You… probably aren’t going to let us go. You probably plan to kill us and take Riary. We can’t stop you. We could do something more… consensual? We live, you get Riary, the Villagers go free.”
For a second, Riary actually believed her heart stopped.
What the fuck.
Go fuck yourself!
‘Get Riary’?! I’m glad you drank my piss you absolute mongrel!
“DEREK!” Tyler shouted.
“Ha!” The Vampire laughed.“Tell me Derek the Demon. If we did ‘negotiate’ such a thing, can you honestly say you have no plans to have me killed in some way? That even now you aren’t planning a way to end me and take back your beautiful companion?”
Riary felt a new emotion. Betrayal. The demon… it was trying to sell them out. To save its own skin by leaving her here with this creature. It didn’t care about Riary or them. It would gladly leave them all to get out. Worry and a different form of pain and rage started to grow in her mind. If they actually did make some kind of deal-
But there was no answer to the vampire’s question.
“Typical. Points for trying but no. You are wrong, however. Yes, killing you three would be the most straightforward path. But it has been a long time since my house had servants. I suspect your attempts to escape will fill me with entertainment for at least the next three decades. Now, we have had a proper conversation and I have enjoyed it immensely. But you see, I simply can’t wait any longer. I shall have to ask you to forgive me for being so… rough.”
Riary saw that those words were directed at her. She grabbed her pants with her other hand and Riary felt her disgust growing.
Ew. Ew ew ew ew. Riary wasn’t into women, at all.
‘This can’t be happening. No way.’ Riary thought. ‘This is going to be fucking disgusting. Ugh, my Goddess.’
Already, just from imagining what she was about to be forced to do, she couldn’t help but feel like vomiting a little.
And then her mind felt like it was shattered. Broken apart.
The Vampire’s pants were pulled down… revealing a dick.
A very long, very big dick. A dick that was slowly rising.
‘No… no no. No. NO! A Futa?! But they’re so rare! NO! Don’t you dare! NO!’
Yet her yells went unheard and unanswered, as she felt her mouth open without her permission and felt a dick slam into the back of her throat.
