Love's Labors, Part 11
You watch as the captive vampire struggles on the ground in front of you, straining against her glowing, supernatural bonds. Her inhuman strength does seem to actually be putting stress on them, which worries you a bit. But for now Ceriss' magic is holding firm.
Still, you're going to have to do something about her.
Reaching down, you start by stroking her pale cheek. Though you have to yank your hand back as she tries awkwardly to snap at it with her fangs. You chuckle, amused at her defiance. "Feisty. That's good. But you're pointing it at the wrong target. We're not your enemies. In fact... I want to give you a gift. A gift like nothing you've ever experienced before."
The vampire snorts in disdain. "Do you think you can twist me with your wiles, hellspawn? What foolishness. Thanks to the gift of undeath my mistress gave me, I have transcended the weaknesses and desires of mortal flesh!"
"You don't say?" you murmur, reaching down to play with the string that binds the front of her tunic. "Then surely a superior being such as yourself should have no issue taking me on in a bit of a wager? If you can last... say... ten minutes without cumming, I'll release your bonds. But if I can make you orgasm in that time, then you accompany us. Help us hunt down these intruders. But do it our way. Without killing them."
For a moment the vampire just stares at you, completely boggled at the offer. Then, after straining against her bonds once more, she lets out a disgusted sigh. "Very well. I shall endure your pathetic attempts to incite lust in dead flesh—dull though it shall prove to be—if it means that I can return to serving my mistress sooner."
She certainly talks a big game. You wonder just how old she actually is; her speech patterns do feel a bit more... archaic... than the orcish you're used to hearing spoken in modern Kovora. Either way, she looks up at you through unimpressed, half-lidded eyes. Silently telling you to get on with it already.
Your fingers, which had simply been toying with the bindings of her tunic up until now, start to undo it in earnest. The magical chains make it a bit difficult, but with a bit of work, you soon have the front of her top opened up, her modest breasts displayed to the world. You reach down and begin to grope them, fondling them with inhuman skill. You don't unleash your aphrodisiac just yet, however.
Even using just your technique, she still gasps slightly at your touch. It is muted by her undead physiology... but even so, she's feeling pleasure that she didn't expect. "N-not bad..." she admits, still trying to show only confidence in the superiority of her vampiric nature. "But that's not nearly enough to make meaaaAAAHHH!"
Exactly the cue you were waiting for to start using your aphrodisiac.
In fairness, she wasn't altogether wrong. In most normal circumstances, it's quite true that the undead barely have anything that could be considered a true sex drive. Against most anyone else, this contest would have been an easy win for her.
But you're a fucking incubus. A supernatural incarnation of the Sin of Lust. Minor details like "her being dead" aren't nearly enough to stop you from showing her the time of her unlife.
You focus on her breasts at first, your fingers kneading them as she squirms beneath you. Even though she tries to hide it, you can see the fear starting to enter her eyes, as she realizes what you're truly capable of. As she realizes just how ill-founded her earlier bravado was.
This vampire may have acquired an inflated opinion of her kind's superiority while staying down here in this ancient hole. But the real world is far bigger than she ever could have realized from such a sheltered existence. And you're about to drive that home that to her.
"Ah! Ahhh! Oh... Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I... Stop, I'm not... I can't... I..." Her words descend into incoherence as you fondle her with increasing intensity, her body reacting to your touch as you pour on your supernatural allure. Soon she's arching her back, writhing helplessly, feeling pleasure entirely unlike anything her body has allowed her to feel up until now.
Which means that she's completely unprepared for when your demonic power awakens it in her, despite everything.
Pulling her to her knees, you shapeshift your clothes away, then press your cock between her breasts, having her give you a titfuck. She stares down in shock at your member as it rubs between the cushions of her supernaturally pleasure-wracked skin. Her modest breasts aren't large enough to fully encompass a cock like yours, but she's still feeling the effects. And it just drives home your own size to her all the more.
You pick up the pace even more, kneading, thrusting, pinching her nipples, all designed to drive her right up to the edge. Her squirming is taking on a piteous quality now, an instinctive need for the release that she knows she's so close to. But she also knows that she's supposed to be resisting. And so can't bring herself to just let go. She can only let herself feel exactly what you allow her to feel, trapped on the precipice of terrible, blissful ecstasy.
And this is just from a titfuck.
With a smirk, you glance over at Ceriss. She's savoring your every move, drinking in the sight of how you're playing with the vampire. Aila and Tala are watching as well, though their expressions are much more wide-eyed with shock. You speak up. "Ceriss. Out of curiosity, of the ten minutes she has to last... how long would you say it's been?"
The tiefling's lip curves up in a small smile of her own. "I'd say about thirty seconds," she answers honestly. This draws a moan of utter despair from the vampire you're currently driving wild with pleasure, as she realizes just how impossible lasting for the entire duration will be.
Even as her hope crumbles, you just keep going further. Hooking her jaw with your thumb, you pull her mouth open and insert your cock, which she takes with just a whimper of remaining defiance. Placing both hands on her head, you guide her into giving you a deepthroat. And—completely untroubled by any need to breathe—the vampire takes your entire length with a depth and completeness that is truly exceptional.
"You are an amazing little cocksucker..." you murmur encouragingly, stroking her hair as you do. She whimpers plaintively around your cock as you thrust and thrust, not wanting to admit how good the praise makes her feel in her current state. "Why don't you just give in, and accept what you're feeling? I'm sure your mistress wouldn't mind. In fact... perhaps we could give her this gift as well?"
Even in her beleaguered state, what you say about her queen prompts a fresh spark of defiance. Just as you suspected they would. And, helpless as she is, the vampire responds by lashing out in the only way she can from this position. The way that is her instinctive form of attack to begin with. She sinks her fangs into your cock.
Which is a big mistake.
You hiss, but you can handle the momentary pain. And your regeneration will fix it soon anyway. But as she bites down, she can't help but reflexively suck the delicious blood that she tastes. It is the vampire's essential nature to take in the life force of living creatures into the very core of their being through the lifeblood.
And all your fluids are potent aphrodisiacs.
The vampire's eyes bulge, as her body is wracked by a devastating orgasm. Her throat constricts, massaging your cock in so many interesting ways as you thrust in to the hilt, her nose pressed against your body, drinking in your scent as well. Her eyes roll back in her head as she shudders uncontrollably. You just hold her there as she rides it out, knowing she didn't even come close to the ludicrous ten-minute mark. That she never had a chance against you.
Eventually, once she's regained some semblance of coherency, you pull her off your cock, then cup your hand under her chin to raise her gaze up to yours. "Do you admit that you've lost?" you ask, smirking. "Because if you don't... then this will continue."
She shivers. But the precise way you phrased it causes her stubborn loyalty to her beloved mistress and the lustful desires you've inflamed in her to align. "I... I didn't lose..." she blatantly lies, looking up at you with adorable, hesitant impudence. "That... that wasn't really an orgasm! It didn't count! Y-you'll have to do better than that if you want me to admit defeat..."
You smirk, and she shivers. Then you take her by the shoulders, pushing her down onto her back while you pull down her tattered pants. As before, it's a bit difficult with the constraints of the magical chains, but now that violence from the vampire is no longer a threat, Ceriss starts to adjust her chains away from the practical restraints that she managed to ensnare her with in the heat of combat, and toward something far more erotic.
Working together, you soon have your prisoner's clothes pulled away. Her arms are bound snugly behind her, while her legs are suspended up in a mating press position. Ceriss manipulates the spell effortlessly, the chains slithering around her to hold her in a position that emphasizes her helplessness. The vampire is still squirming against them... but not nearly with enough force to strain the magic like her previous attempts. She gasps as she watches your cock move toward her snatch. Knowing that everything before this has just been foreplay leading up to the main event.
Then you thrust into her. Once again her head arches back, as she lets out a despairing wail and orgasms a second time. You don't slow down, continuing to fuck her relentlessly as she gasps and thrashes within the limited range of motion that Ceriss' bondage allows. Her undead flesh is a new experience for you, cool to the touch, yet still soft, sensitive and reactive. You increase your speed, your hands roaming over her body as your thrusts drive her wild, making her come again and again and again.
"How about now?" you tease the vampire pinned beneath you. "Have you had an orgasm yet?"
She looks away, embarrassed. Unable to admit her utter loss, yet also fully aware how the refusal makes her look all the more silly. "Ah! Ah! Ahhhh!" she screams out, looking almost like she's fighting back tears. "I'm... I'm sorry, mistress! I'm... I'm sorry for failing you! I'm... I'm so sorriiaaaAAAAHHH!"
Once again, you time her orgasm to land right in the middle of one of her protestations, throwing it off course. She's a wreck of delirious pleasure at this point, humping her hips to the best of her ability to take you deeper. Increasing the intensity of your fucking yet again, you drive her to even greater heights, before finally releasing inside of her. She cries out as she feels your thick, hot demonic seed fill her, warming her in ways that this vampiric body has doubtless never felt. Ceriss releases the chains, and she slumps boneless to the stone floor of the crypt.
You continue to pleasure her as she recovers, so that even when she wakes, it's to the feeling of you fondling her breasts. Ceriss slides in opposite you, sandwiching her between the two of you as she likewise starts to feel her up. When your prisoner does fully regain her senses, she looks up at you with an expression that's equal parts ashamed and petulant, unsure of what to say.
That's fine, since you would have taken the initiative anyway. "See?" you ask, injecting a winsome note into your voice. "Was that so bad? Now can you really object to helping us hunt down those intruders and dealing with them our way?"
The vampire looks away, unable to meet you in the eye even as she lets you molest her. "...a promise is a promise," she finally admits, with only a touch of sulkiness. "Though I have no idea what my mistress will do when she learns what has happened..."
Something to keep in mind for the future. For the moment, though, you intend to keep after Nevati. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," you say. "For right now, let's see if we can't apprehend these intruders. That is what you were tasked to do, right?"
The chastened vampire nods, still not quite looking you in the eyes. "Well then," you continue. "If we're going to be working together, maybe you could answer my previous question. What's your name?"
The vampire hesitates. But then, unlike the last time, she relents. "Moghi," she says quietly. "My name is Moghi."
You've clearly pacified her enough that she's not an immediate threat, though between her vampire resistances and her extreme loyalty to her mistress, you very much doubt that you've completely brought her over onto your side yet. There's no telling how she'd react in a situation where she had to chose between the two of you, but you very much doubt that she's changed her mind completely, even from that.
It raises the question of what you're going to do now that you're back on the trail of Nevati. The wizard has quite a bit of a head start at this point, and there's no telling where she's gotten to in the depths of this ancient crypt. You'll have to track her down. The question is, what do you want to do while you're following them?
One obvious option is that you have an excellent source of information right here, who could tell you quite a bit about what you're walking into. The question is, what would you ask Moghi about?
You could inquire more about the layout of the crypt, the traps, the lay of the terrain, and the different ways it could be used to your tactical advantage. If you wanted to surreptitiously ambush some of Nevati's group and ensnare them in lust, that information could allow your attempt to be significantly more effective as you whittle down her support, perhaps even getting two for the price of one.
On the other hand, you could ask Moghi about her mistress. If it ever comes down to a showdown at some point, having to face this vampire progenitor before you can escape to the surface, any information you can glean about her might increase your available options in such a confrontation. As it stands, you still know very little about the nature and aims of the ruler of this dark domain.
Finally, you could focus on Moghi herself, making more progress on her and doing what you can to seduce her even more to your side. That could incline her to be even more loyal to you, depending on what circumstances might or might not encounter, and the decisions that might or might not arise from that.
Which course of action do you pursue, with the time you have as you follow Nevati's trail?