The Vampire of Naggaroth
Chapter 1(Von)
The deep green fields of the plantation stretched for miles, stretching almost, but not quite, from horizon to horizon.
The southern Naggaroth summer sun shone merrily in the sky, a warmer and kinder sun than the chilly lands further north, the sunlight shining down on endless fields of humble field corn.
The plantation was but one of a multitude of plantations to the South East of the city of Clar Karond, occupying a vast intensive rural landscape of well watered fertile soils and tolerable mild winters that formed the main food source of Naggaroth.
This region had all been forest once, part of the endless black forests of pine trees that blanketed most of southern Naggaroth from end to end, but in their greed for timber the dark elves had felled these trees, exposing vast lands of deep pine needle sediment and deep glacial soils, absolutely perfect for cool climate agriculture.
Vast slave labour plantations had been established all over this fertile land, growing a bounty of food for the majority of the dark elves living in cities further north, and every year new plantations were established as more trees were cut down to provide timber for the elves of Naggaroth, growing ever more food each year.
Once this particular plantation had been right on the edge of the forest, as a newly established plantation. But now you could barely even see the distant forests, with many newer plantations established where the old forest boundary had once been.
This particular plantation grew cheap but rather distasteful field corn as it's primary crop, the cheap grains used to provide slave food for the teeming multitudes of slaves in Naggaroth. Slave food grade field corn was not a high price cash crop, but it was exceedingly easy to grow, and could be grown in such huge quantities on a small amount of land that it was respectably profitable as a very safe crop to invest in.
The plantation was vast but also getting old, with the soil starting to age from overuse. In the past this plantation had grown only the most high profit cash crops, but long years of this had gradually depleted the soils until they were fit only for growing slave food. It was ever the way in Naggaroth, the dark elves were loathe to let a field rest fallow for even a year, and disdained even crop rotation. The dark elves lived to abuse and exploit, and seemed incapable of giving anything back to the soil, simply taking.
This plantation was mostly crop fields of field corn by land use, but it did also have a settlement of various buildings that housed slaves and dark elves, and stored the farm equipment and harvests.
The edges of the plantation were fenced with a well maintained tall wooden fence of low grade pine planks, high and formidable enough to prevent the escape of slaves but hardly a military grade defence. The fences were designed to keep slaves in, not keep enemies out, and would be all but useless against determined invaders.
The plantation did not need to defend against invaders however, as it was neighboured on all sides by other plantations, all stretching off in every direction for many miles. Any beast men or orks or other invaders from the forests would hit other plantations first, giving the armies of the Witch King time to engage them long before they ever got as far as this plantation. It was very safe here.
The plantation still had many tall watch towers however, mostly cheap wooden towers but a few stone towers too, giving dark elf sentries with repeater crossbows a commanding view of the entire plantation to keep an eye on the slaves in the fields.
Dark elves on black elvish horses ran constant laps around the fence line at the edge of the plantation, on the lookout for any slaves attempting to climb out over the high fence or dig under it, and the place had the oppressive air of a concentration camp.
Everything was calm in the plantation as the dark elf woman Ynarana Mekrath leaned against the wooden railing of a wooden watch tower, gazing over the fields with her repeater crossbow slung over her shoulder on a leather strap.
Ynarana Mekrath was a young low born dark elf woman, nobody important at all. She was born in the poor districts of the vast city of Clar Karond over the horizon to the north west, but had tired of the reeking city air, the continual surveillance by spying busybodies, and constant violent crime of the squalid poor districts, and she had desired fresh air and a change of scenery with more privacy than the overcrowded city. As well as all this, Ynarana had had some very personal reasons for coming here to this isolated place.
She had then sought out the safest and laziest plantation she could find out in the fresh air of the country where the people were few and the climate was just perfect, and had applied for an extremely easy and lazy job as a watchtower tower sentry.
Ynarana Mekrath was young and beautiful, always a good thing for a poor low born female dark elf to be, and had had little difficulty in getting this extremely cushy job simply by sleeping with the male plantation owner in exchange for the job. A dark elf woman's vagina was worth it's weight in gold for getting places in life, and was every dark elf woman's tool to success. If you let dark elf men lay with you then you got treated favourably, and unlike paying bribes sex was free, making it even better for unscrupulous dark elf women.
Being a watch tower sentry on a nice safe plantation was about the laziest and easiest job in existence, so easy that even the most sexist dark elf man considered it something that a woman could do. Nothing ever happened here, no invasions, no danger, nothing more exciting than the occasional escape attempt by slaves.
Honestly the hardest part of this job was simply staying awake.
Ynarana Mekrath looked around the plantation from her high vantage point, sweeping the area with her gaze in the vain hope of seeing something exciting to lift her boredom.
Everything was perfectly normal. The miserable human slaves were toiling very hard in the fields as dark elf slave drivers flogged them with whips. The corn was growing tall enough for a slave to possibly hide from view amongst the tall green stems giving Ynarana something to look for, but she saw nothing so exciting, the slaves already knew that attempting to escape or hide was always far worse in consequence than their usual floggings and labour.
Ynarana sighed in contented boredom, and stood in a part of the covered tower that was bathed in warm sunlight, warming herself gloriously.
The lazy uneventful hours stretched by sluggishly, the warm sun steadily creeping over the sky to the western horizon, and Ynarana lazily enjoyed the beautiful sunset as badly overworked slaves in the field cried out as they were lashed to work faster.
Ynarana Mekrath stifled a yawn as the sun went down, and wrapped her warm woollen coat around herself as the air began to cool in the night.
The miserable human slaves were now being driven out of the fields into a horrid muddy muster ground, and were carefully counted to make sure none were missing. When all the slaves were accounted for, they were sent into the slave housing buildings for the night and given what little food they needed to keep them in working condition.
Ynarana relaxed completely as the slave houses were securely locked from the outside, preventing the slaves from escaping. With the slaves locked up there was little need of sentries, and Ynarana could enjoy some much needed free time after her hard day of doing basically nothing.
Ynarana climbed down the ladder of her sentry tower, and walked lazily to the large plantation home the dark elves all stayed in.
The plantation home was a magnificent wooden building surrounded on all sides by beautiful covered raised verandas of white painted wood. It had many doors and windows, unusual for a dark elf dwelling, this openness allowed because the murderous death night rampages by witch elves didn't happen this far out in the countryside.
The well lit verandas were covered with wooden chairs and small tables, and upon these chairs reclined various male dark elves who lived or worked in the plantation.
Ynarana was greeted merrily by the male dark elves on the veranda as she approached, and happily waved back and returned the greetings.
Ynarana climbed onto the nearest veranda and gratefully entered the warmth of the building through a doorway.
The inside of the building was brilliantly lit with candles and warmed by merrily crackling fireplaces, the open plantation style of architecture allowing ease of movement even when the building was crowded.
Ynarana eagerly sought out the plantation owner, Lordling Runor of house Guguc, and found him sitting in a padded comfortable chair near a fire, drinking a fine wine and dressed in his usual very expensive clothing of dark dyed fabric.
Ynarana eagerly approached the old elf Lordling and provocatively sat in his lap, kissing his cheek affectionately like a perfect suck up.
"Hello my dear Ynarana," Lordling Runor purred huskily with a hungry smile on his face.
"Hello handsome Lordling Runor", Ynarana replied, provocatively licking the side of his face brazenly.
Lordling Runor put down his wine and wrapped his arms around Ynarana, shamelessly groping her breasts through her clothing. The elderly elf man did not hesitate to put a hand down inside her clothing and run a fingertip over her bare vagina inside her clothes.
"Today is payday," Ynarana said suggestively, continuing to be brazenly provocative.
"Payday you say?", Lordling Runor repeated distractedly.
Ynarana nodded and licked the side of his face again.
"Wasn't it payday yesterday?", Lordling Runor reminded her.
"Everyday is payday," Ynarana winked at him, putting a hand down his pants to handle his manhood playfully.
"Is that so?", Lordling Runor chuckled fondly at her.
Ynarana nodded adorably and kissed him on the lips.
Lordling Runor was easy putty in Ynarana's hands, and was soon parted with some of his money after she went to bed with him. Ynarana was very good at extracting money out of the horny old elf, and was amassing quite a generous amount of coin in her securely locked money chest from her daily provocations with the old fool.
Ynarana was hardly the only female elf to do this, every dark elf woman employed on the plantation did it too, this was just what you did as a dark elf woman to get ahead in life, this was common practice in Naggaroth.
Having extracted money from Lordling Runor, Ynarana quickly locked it away in her personal treasure chest in Lordling Runor's bedroom before it could be stolen, and lay naked on the giant bed that all of the female employees shared with Lordling Runor to sleep.
Naggaroth did not have a concept of shameless sexual exploitation of female staff members, and it was regarded as boringly normal for a male employer to demand that his female employees all slept in his bed each night. The dark elves lived for shameless exploitation of all forms, and dark elves in power always used their power mercilessly to exploit those under their power.
Had Lordling Runor's late wife still been alive then she might have been jealous enough to rid her marriage bed of all of these other women, but as a single widower Lordling Runor could do whatever he liked with these women and took shameless sexual advantage of them. The women in turn took equally shameless financial advantage of Lordling Runor to extract money from him, making a mutually beneficial relationship of mutual exploitation that made both sides happy.
Lordling Runor gave Ynarana one last parting kiss on the bed and then dressed himself and returned to sitting by the fire drinking wine.
Ynarana lay naked on her front on the bed for a moment, kicking her legs playfully in the air for a moment, and then she also decided to get up and get dressed. The night was still young and was her time off work, she would not waste it.
Ynarana Mekrath got herself dressed up in her most attractive clothing, clothing that left little to the imagination and was not advisable for keeping warm in cold weather. She then very carefully covered up this provocative attire with a warm hooded long cloak wrapped tightly around her, put on warm boots, and left the bedroom to have some fun.
Ynarana left the plantation house, stepping out into the cool night air. She politely greeted those dark elf men on the veranda who recognised her, but swiftly left the veranda, walking out in her warm boots and cloak into the shadows of the plantation grounds.
Ynarana made sure that she wasn't being followed by any men, and then snuck into the tall corn fields, heading for a secret meeting with like minded fellow women.
Ynarana made her way carefully to one of the most enclosed and remote wooden watch towers, located right in the middle of a corn field a long way from anywhere important on the plantation.
Ynarana was challenged instantly by hidden female sentries with repeater crossbows hiding in the corn around the tower as soon as she approached, and Ynarana pulled back her hood to let them see her face clearly.
The sentry women identified Ynarana as being one of their own kind, and allowed her to enter the interior of the tower through a curtain covered doorway.
Ynarana entered the ground level of the wooden tower, and immediately noticed a few lit candles on a stand in the middle of the room to provide illumination to see, and a humble fire burning merrily in a tiny stone fireplace built into the side of the ground floor wall, filling the tower with delicious warmth.
The tower was hollow and multi storied, little more than a central ladder shaft in the middle that went all the way to the covered sentry platform at the top of the tower, with multiple wooden floors all the way up that the central ladder shaft cut through. The ground floor was relatively well lit, but the upper levels were very dark.
The floor was covered in comfortable old soft dried corn stalks, and sitting or standing about this floor were beautifully dressed dark elf women, most drinking alcoholic beverages and several of them kissing each other romantically.
The women looked up as Ynarana entered, and smiled at her and offered her a drink of hard distilled corn alcohol in greeting.
Ynarana smiled, accepting a drink of the hard alcohol, and within minutes Ynarana was passionately kissing another woman.
This was Ynarana's very personal secret that had especially driven her to leave the overcrowded city of Clar Karond and seek a life in this more isolated place. Ynarana Mekrath was what the elves called a "Gwendil", meaning "Maiden-Lover" in the elf tongue.
To love one's fellow women the way one loves a man was a forbidden vice that was technically illegal in Naggaroth, and could be punishable by beheading if you were caught in the act of being a Gwendil.
Like almost everything in Naggaroth, the law was very selective in how much it was actually enforced. For a high born woman being even openly a Gwendil was frowned upon but rarely punished, but if a low born woman tried it she would very possibly be beheaded if they didn't have enough social connections. It was a very unjust system.
Being a low born Gwendil, Ynarana was risking her life back in Clar Karond where privacy was in short supply. Ynarana had learned from an older fellow secret Gwendil back in Clar Karond that the plantations were a very safe place with a lot of privacy, and she had wisely relocated here.
This wooden watch tower was currently filled with many fellow low born dark elf Gwendil women. This plantation had a sizeable Gwendil population, as did most of the other plantations in this area. This was a very safe place for Ynarana's kind, a place with private places like this watch tower to be themselves without fear.
Ynarana was just getting especially heavy into the kissing with the fellow Gwendil when the female sentries outside the tower gave a high pitched whistle of warning.
The Gwendil couples separated instantly, and just lay around trying to look innocent a respectful distance from each other.
Ynarana irritably sipped her alcoholic beverage, sitting up on the floor abandoned by her Gwendil companion. Moments later the curtain over the door pulled aside and a patrol group of male plantation guards entered the tower.
The unwelcome men looked around the room, taking especial notice of the beautifully dressed women.
"Well hello ladies," the leader of the group of male plantation guards said huskily with a hungry predatory smile.
The women unenthusiastically returned the greeting, body language dripping with an obvious desire for these men to go away.
"Having a party are we ladies?", the leader, a dark elf man named Torvines Movavul, said condescendingly.
The women shrugged noncommittally.
"Then you won't mind if we join you lovely ladies," Torvines said smugly, and he and his small group of men entered uninvited and began to eagerly mingle with the irritated women.
Ynarana was less than impressed when Torvines himself sat on the floor next to her and put an arm around her shoulder unbidden.
Ynarana's frown became steadily worse as Torvines helped himself to her drink and then drunkenly tried to kiss her.
Ynarana pulled away, not violently resisting but making it clear that she wasn't interested.
Torvines grabbed her breast hard through her clothing, squeezing and fondling it without her permission.
Ynarana got up immediately, desperate for this man to leave her alone without causing problems for the Gwendil community of this plantation, but he persistently pursued her relentlessly.
The fellow Gwendil women were all making frantic eye gazes at each other. They didn't need any attention whatsoever drawn to their highly illegal little community, and could not spurn this group of men too hard for fear that they would spitefully cause problems if they were resisted.
Ynarana sighed inwardly as Torvines simply refused to take no for an answer, and steeled herself to do what needed to be done to make him depart peacefully for the sake of this Gwendil community.
Ynarana led Torvines up the ladder into the dark upper floors, (disturbing several Gwendil couples who were hiding up there), and lay down with him on a pile of dry corn stems over the wooden floor like a mattress. Torvines proceeded to undress Ynarana and have his way with her.
Torvines was much more agreeable after Ynarana let him lay with her, and the other men were likewise satisfied by other women to make them go away.
Having the sex they came for, the men quickly left, much to the relief of the disgusted Gwendil women, and Ynarana and the other women cleaned themselves up and gradually returned to their earlier forbidden intimacies with each other.
Ynarana Mekrath was perfectly capable of joining her loins with a man, and could with effort force herself to dampen enough to satisfy a man, but she did not enjoy it very much. She could, and daily did, use her loins to extract money and favourable treatment from men for her own personal benefit, but she only experienced true pleasure from the forbidden Gwendil intimacies with fellow women.
The other Gwendil women on this plantation were the same, they could pleasure a man with their body for personal gain but did not enjoy it.
No further men came to the tower that night, and Ynarana and her fellow Gwendil women had forbidden romantic intimacies long into the night, drunkenly doing wonderfully forbidden things to each other's bodies in the privacy of the secluded watch tower.
The Gwendil women were all rather drunk and singing loudly as they finally headed home from the tower after a wonderful night, waking up half the plantation with their raucous singing as they stumbled drunkenly into the plantation house.
Irritated men appeared in open doorways as the group of utterly drunk elf women alighted the stairs and staggered down a hallway towards Lordling Runor's bedroom.
The inebriated elf women staggered into the huge dark bedroom, loudly shushing each other to be quiet, and Lordling Runor cleared his throat grumpily from somewhere on the huge bed hidden from view in the darkness.
Ynarana and the other drunk elf women loudly apologised to Lordling Runor in slurring overly loud voices, and the Lordling irritably commanded them all to strip naked and get into the bed.
The giggling Gwendil women drunkenly tried to help each other strip naked in the dark, resulting in a few thumps to the floor when drunk women clumsily fell over on the floor, and after a lot of giggling the women got completely stripped naked and climbed into Lordling Runor's giant bed.
Ynarana was nowhere near Lordling Runor in the bed, finding herself right in the middle of the group of her fellow drunken Gwendil women, and she was snuggled on both sides against naked female bodies, just delightful to her forbidden intimate tastes.
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Ynarana Mekrath groggily blinked herself awake, not even remembering going to sleep nor half of last night to be honest.
She was naked in Lordling Runor's bed and tightly spooning under the covers with two other naked women, gloriously warm.
"Wake up my dears, it will be sunrise soon," Lordling Runor's voice said fondly but firmly.
Ynarana and a lot of other women groaned unhappily, hating this aspect of plantation life. Everyone on a plantation got up ridiculously early each morning and started work just before the sun even came up.
These mostly city born Gwendil women had an especial hatred of the early mornings, elves in the cities generally got up at much more civilised hours each morning.
Lordling Runor cleared his throat, and the unhappy elf women got up out of his bed, all of them complaining loudly about the early morning cold on their naked skin.
The elf women sleepily joined Lordling Runor in bathing in another room, enjoying buckets of warm water heated over a fire as they washed (and had group sex) with Lordling Runor.
Ynarana yawned as she dried herself with a towel alongside her fellow Gwendil women. Lordling Runor might be blissfully unaware, but pretty much every female employee on the entire damn plantation was secretly a Gwendil, this sort of place out in the middle of nowhere was simply repellent to normal elf women, only the Gwendil women were drawn to this remote plantation. The high concentration of Gwendil women themselves also had a repelling effect on the more usual type of elf women, so that those few who were here didn't tend to stay long, it was just a Gwendil paradise.
Ynarana got dressed with her fellow women, and they filed into the plantation house dining area to be given cooked breakfast and freshly baked bread, the food all prepared by the plantation house cooking slaves, (who got up even earlier than Lordling Runor did).
Pretty much every elf in the entire plantation now sat together eating a hearty breakfast before dawn, talking happily among themselves.
The elves gradually finished eating and then readied themselves for work in their various jobs around the plantation.
Ynarana sleepily got her repeater crossbow, and walked outside, planning on going straight to her sentry tower for another extremely lazy day of doing basically nothing.
She had barely stepped off the veranda however when she noticed that one of the slave house building doors was laying ripped off it's hinges on the ground beside the building.
Other dark elves noticed it too, and many were soon running over to investigate.
Ynarana and the other elves burst into the building, and found terrified slaves weeping in fear and gathered around the utterly still body of one of their number.
Ynarana inspected the body suspiciously. It was one of the adult male humans that Ynarana had seen regularly in the fields of the plantation. The slave man was quite obviously dead, body stiff as a plank in the grip of death, and his skin was horribly horribly pale white.
His left jugular artery in his neck was ripped open by a pair of extremely conspicuous teeth marks, and he appeared to have been completely drained of blood, though strangely none was on the floor.
The dark elves inspected the entire building but found no intruders still inside. Whatever had done this had apparently simply ripped the door off its hinges, killed this slave and then simply left again.
Ynarana walked outside again, not enjoying the squalid smell of the slave house. The plantation was on high alert now and the alarm had been raised.
Lordling Runor himself soon arrived, an exceptionally rare event, and he personally entered and inspected what had happened.
The Lordling exited again long minutes later and went straight up to the loitering group of dark elves that Ynarana had joined just outside the slave house.
Lordling Runor addressed the assembled dark elves in an especially grim tone.
"I have seen this sort of thing before, this is the work of a vampire..."
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