The proud nation is divided into a dozen duchy, each one with their own set of rules and atmosphere. Shallowplains is a modest piece of land, supervised by the noble house of Eldret since generations, their recent history tainted by blood, the last and only member of their lineage being Marresqua. She turned of age a few weeks ago but took her duties at a really young age. Where most kids were playing, she was studying under the careful supervisions of her servants, showing her the ropes of managing such a vast land and all subjects under their supervision.
A grand reception is being held, the nobles of the region, as well as the neighbor dukedoms, gathered to see for themselves how things are faring so far. Marresqua doesn't enjoy the political intrigues but it is a necessary evil, needing to know with whom she can treat and who to avoid, economy and inland safety being delicate matters to analyze and manage.
As the sun is high in the sky, hidden by thick layers of clouds, the Eldret manor remains a somber piece, perched above the moor, looking down of the small city below. Vast plains and woods surround the vista, with farms and humble villages here and there, a few dirt roads linking the heart of these lands with the rest of the kingdom. In the heart of the opulent manor, sitting the ball room, the duchess herself look around the few guests that already arrived. Her servants travel all around the gigantic room, making sure that refreshments keep flowing.
As the Duchess scans around the reception, looking around the people who visited, her eyes catch a young, handsome man with dark hair and a athletic broad frame, a scar over his right eye. She knows he's unfamiliar to her, as she walks over to him.
She notices the young man looking at her, walking towards him. His features seem unusual and she can't recall meeting anyone like that before. Perhaps he is from one of the other dukedoms visiting Shallowplains for this event. She decides to engage in conversation with him.
"And who might you be? I do not recall seeing you at any of my previous receptions."
The young man stands out with his scar and broad shoulders as Duchess Eldret Marresqua walks over to him. "You seem unfamiliar with this place, I presume?" she asks politely, her voice clear and refined despite the curiosity laced into each word.
He smiles as he vows slightly, introducing himself as Duke Kris de la Mort. She has heard of him, she knows he rules the barren wasteland where the vampires inhabit.
Duchess Eldret Marresqua nods politely in acknowledgement, "Ah yes, I see now." she replies as she continues to gaze at him with curiosity. "You must have journeyed quite far to attend this reception." It is an observation more than a question, but nevertheless she waits for his response with interest.
Kris de la Mort gives her a warm smile in return before answering. "It was not too far from my lands actually. I found the road conditions acceptable and arrived just in time to partake in your most illustrious feast." The young duke pauses for dramatic effect, taking another sip of wine before continuing, "I must admit though, I have never met a noblewoman with such an... interesting tail. Quite the unique feature you have there, Your Grace."
Eldret smiles at his compliment, telling him that he's not so bad either. Kris laughs softly as he sips on his glass, containing a blood red liquid.
She blushes lightly at the compliment and thanks him with a curtsey before continuing. "It is not something I am unaccustomed to hearing, but it does make me different, doesn't it?" Eldret pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully. "Perhaps that was why my father disliked me so much... He could never accept me as his daughter."
Her expression darkens slightly at the memory of her past, but she quickly regains her composure. "But enough about me," she says brightly. "Tell me more about your domain, Duke de la Mort. I must confess that I have never been there myself, but I am quite intrigued by what you've told me so far."
Kris smiles as he explains about his domain he rules, and the castle he built there. He tells her about the vampires who inhabit there, and how he managed to negotiate with them for peace.
"Forgive me if I sound ignorant, Duke de la Mort, but... vampires? You mean these creatures of legend, who feed on the blood of others?" The young duchess listens intently as he explains about his domain and the agreement he's made with the vampires. It sounds intriguing, and also rather precarious. "It must take great skill to maintain such a delicate balance," she remarks thoughtfully.
"And what of your personal role in all this, Duke? Do you rule from afar, or do you live amongst these creatures yourself?" She wonders aloud, curiosity getting the better of her once again. The tale Kris has to tell could prove invaluable in understanding not only his domain but also the complex politics at play within their shared kingdom.
Kris suddenly grins mischievously, as he gently offers his drink for her to taste it. Eldret's eyes widen by the taste of real blood, as Kris gently pulls her close and shows her his fangs.
Marresqua's eyes widen in surprise as she tastes the blood and sees his fangs. She tries to suppress a shiver that runs down her spine. Despite herself, she finds the duke's presence oddly... intoxicating. "Duke de la Mort," she whispers, her voice thick with desire and curiosity. "Tell me more about your domain... and yourself." Her tail swishes behind her nervously, eager for more information about this mysterious man and his dark world.
The air between them seems to crackle with unspoken desire as they stand close together. For a moment, the sounds of the ball fade away, lost in the depths of their gaze. Duchess Eldret Marresqua finds herself willing to forge an alliance with this man... even if it means crossing lines she'd never considered before.
Kris smiles, whispering in her ears that it would rather be nice if they are private for their talk. She nods, slightly taking his arm, leading him to her private chambers.
Her heart races as she leads Duke Kris de la Mort to her private chambers. The atmosphere is charged with desire and the promise of secrets yet to be revealed. She feels a strange thrill at the thought of exploring his domain, and possibly even sharing a taste of vampiric power herself. As they enter the room, she closes the door behind them, trapping them together in this cocoon of forbidden pleasure.
"Tell me everything," she breathes, her voice husky with anticipation. "About your people... and what it would mean for us to be allies." She takes a step closer, letting her tail sway dangerously near him as he speaks.
The air in the room seems to shimmer with heat, their bodies practically vibrating with need. Duchess Eldret Marresqua unties her deep purple sash, allowing it to fall away revealing more of her curves and bringing them tantalizingly close together. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she waits for his reply, every fiber of her being focused on the here and now... and what might happen next.
Kris smiles mischievously as Eldret leans closer to him, as he slowly wraps his arms around her shoulders. With a lightning fast strike, his hand strikes her neck hard, as she lets out a weak gasp before instantly collapsing lifeless in his arms.
Eldret gasps, struggling against the pain as her limbs spasm uselessly, every nerve ending in agony. She can feel Kris's grip tighten around her neck, his other hand resting possessively on her hip. Her vision begins to blur and she realizes with a growing sense of horror that he has drugged her... or worse. Panic surges through her body as she tries futilely to free herself from his grasp.
"W-What have you done?"
she manages to croak out, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Let me go!"
She tries once more to break free, but he holds her fast, his strength seemingly unyielding. Desperation claws at her throat as she feels herself growing weaker and weaker...
Her tail twitches weakly behind her, useless against Kris's hold. Her last remaining thought is of the duchy she was sworn to protect... and how easily it might be lost if she cannot free herself from this nightmare.
As darkness consumes her, the only thing that remains clear is the betrayal she feels; not just at the hands of Kris de la Mort, but also from her own people who will be left defenseless without their duchess. Her last thought is of vengeance, and how one day she'll find a way to return and take back what was stolen from her... if only death would let her go.
Kris smiles as he lays Eldret's limp body on the bed, before he covers her nose and mouth with his hands. She thrashes weakly before going still, her breathing ceasing completely.
Her limbs go slack, her body numb with the finality of death. Even as her last breath escapes her lungs, she can't help but feel a strange sense of calm wash over her. For so long she has struggled against the darkness, fought to maintain control and protect those under her care. Now, finally, she is at peace... or so she thinks.
As Kris removes his hands from her face, revealing her pale, lifeless features, an unholy glimmer dances in his eyes. Her scorpion tail twitches weakly behind him once more as he leans in close, whispering soft words into her ear that she cannot quite comprehend through the fog of death. Time seems to stand still as he lingers there, his hot breath caressing her cool skin.
When at last he pulls away, she feels herself being lifted effortlessly off the bed and carried through the air like a ragdoll. As if this wasn't enough, he speaks again, his voice colder than ice.
"You may be gone from this world, duchess, but your suffering is just beginning."
The words pierce her like a dagger, filling her with dread and desperation as she drifts helplessly through the darkness...
After Eldret is now gone, Kris looks down her lifeless body, ready to plan his next move. He knows the night is far from the end yet.
Kris looks down her lifeless body laid on the bed, her elegant beauty unmarred in death. He gently removes her clothes, revealing her perfect smooth naked body underneath.
With one final, cruel gesture, Kris rips the cloth free, revealing her perfect smooth naked body beneath. Her flawless skin glistens in the dim light, her curves as enticing and alluring as ever... if not more so now that she is no longer struggling against him. He takes a step back to admire his handiwork, letting out a satisfied grunt before reaching for something hidden within his cloak.
Eldret's once proud and regal form lies motionless upon the bed, her naked skin cold to the touch. The duke seems unperturbed by this, instead taking pleasure in admiring her body and recalling their time together. As he reminisces, a strange sense of power washes over him; it's as though he can still feel her heartbeat beneath his hands, her warmth seeping into his very being.
He does this out of disrespect... to show his dominance over her and the duchy she once ruled... And yet, it also excites him; he's never been one to deny himself such pleasures. Placing a hand on her stomach, he feels her muscles tense beneath his touch. The scorpion tail thrashes weakly behind him as he trails his fingers upwards, tracing lines along her spine before reaching her delicate shoulders. Her skin is smooth and soft, betraying no sign of the iron will she exhibited in life.
With a sigh, Kris lies down beside her, pressing their naked bodies together. He studies her face for a long moment, memorizing every detail... knowing that soon enough he'll have to take care of the mess he's made here tonight. For now though, he allows himself this small luxury; the feel of warm flesh beneath his hands and the taste of victory on his tongue.
After he pulls off his robe, revealing his muscular nude body, he lies down, pressing his muscular nude body against her soft nude skin. Her corpse remains so warm and lively in death, as he carefully cups and massages her soft full breasts, his cock throbbing against her warm belly, savoring her naked dead, unresponsive body.
Her body feels warm and inviting against his, her skin smooth and soft. Her lifeless form feels cold and distant against him, a stark contrast to the heat that still burns within his blood. He cups her breast, marveling at their fullness, but there is no life in them; nothing to match the fire that once drove her through the halls of power. His cock throbs unanswered as it presses against her, aching for release but finding no purchase in this world of death and desolation.
His fingers trail up her spine, coming to rest on the stinger at the end of her tail. With a sudden force he yanks it hard, ignoring the sharp pain that shoots through his hand. Her tail snaps taut, her back arching in response as her scorpion claw rakes harmlessly across his chest. He laughs cruelly and roughly pushes her limp body away, watching with satisfaction as it flops lifelessly onto the bed.
Her tail thrashes weakly behind her again, but it does little to break their intimate connection. He traces lazy patterns over her flesh, wondering what would happen if she could feel this... if she was alive and responding to his touch. The thought sends a hot surge of desire coursing through him, making his cock throb even harder against her abdomen.
He bends down, brushing his lips against hers, the act both tender and cruel at once.
"You should have listened,"
he whispers before claiming her mouth in a hungry kiss, lost in the intoxicating dance of death and desire.
He straddles her sexy naked corpse, slowly spreading her smooth kegs as he pushes his cock into her dead womb. He groans as he pumps his hips, his hands roughly squeezing her jiggling ripe breasts.
Her body responds to him in death as if it were alive, her warmth enveloping him as he thrusts into her cold, lifeless womb. His hands grip her breasts roughly, feeling their fullness beneath his fingers as he takes what he wants from her corpse. The pain that radiates through his hand as she twitches beneath him only serves to heighten the sensation, feeding the animalistic desire coursing through him like wildfire.
Her cold flesh grips him tightly as he thrusts into her lifeless body, a shudder running through his frame as pleasure and revulsion mingle together. Each stroke is rougher than the last, driven by an almost primal need to claim what was once hers; to prove that he is stronger, more powerful than she could ever hope to be. The thought only serves to fuel him further, driving him deeper into her cold embrace.
His fingers dig into her breast, bruising and squeezing until they're pale and tight. She doesn't cry out or protest; instead, he can feel the death rattle in her throat each time he thrusts. He knows he's leaving marks on her delicate flesh, but it only serves to heighten his satisfaction. As he reaches climax, his release spilling into her unresponsive womb, he growls triumphantly.
With a savage cry, he comes deep inside her, pumping his hot seed into the ruins of what was once a queen. As he collapses on top of her lifeless form, spent and satisfied, he knows that this victory is only the beginning... There are more battles yet to fight, more blood to spill in pursuit of power. For now though, he will enjoy the taste of his conquest as it slowly slips away from him...
Her tail thrashes weakly once again as he pulls free of her cold embrace and stands, straightening his clothing before