A very important and special date was coming up soon. It was the first time in sixteen years that they've been able to spend it together, and Lirin was not going to miss it for the world! Come hell or high water, she will be there, and she will have a spectacular gift to share with her twin sister. There was already a small little party planned, even if it was going to be a grand total of 3 people that Lirin knew of. Most importantly, Lirin had decided what she wanted as a gift for her sister. Now, to find someone to make it.

For this, the vampire has tracked down information about a group of dwarves who lived in the Mo'Mey Steppes, crafting in their forges at most hours of the day. This was her destination; the City of Sviet. As she walked through the luscious grasslands, Lirin found the landscape quite peaceful for the most part. Except that awful buzzing in her ears. She couldn't understand it. There were no insects flying around her ears, yet the sound was affecting her ear drums on a close level. In short, she was becoming quite irritated quickly.

Her steps were deliberate, graceful, even when she suddenly changed course. Going off the main path, Lirin made a beeline for a settlement she was unaware of at present. Soon enough, the scene before her was a sprawling yet small orc encampment. Their homes were primarily wood propped up hold animal skins in tent like structures. Campfires with makeshift spits were dotted among their haphazard living quarters. The young ran around gleefully, the adults glared at her, reaching for their weapons.

Lirin, for her hundred and forty pounds, small frame and upstanding traveling clothing that suggested she was of noble birth, did not look intimidating at all. The cloak was unclasped, allowed to slip off of her shoulders. Her backpack was dropped as well, landing right atop the discarded pile of cloth. Holding her hand straight out from her side, ribbons of ethereal wind wove itself about her extension, faster until her hand was blurred by it. When the wind dispersed, a ring that could easily slip over her own head was gripped tightly.

Shining brightly in the afternoon sun, Lirin held it before her with an approving smile. The chakram was found recently, and she had yet to test it out at all. The orcs let out some kind of battle cry, with intent of instilling fear into their prey's heart. Yet, the vampire was unaffected as she began to take deliberate steps forward. As a dancer, Lirin did a full pivot on one foot, extending her arm at the perfect moment and released the chakram.

It spun into her enemies, and returned without fail. Many lost limbs, some managed to merely obtain scratches. Lirin laughed as one's intestines were spilled forth from their belly, steaming as it lay in a heap at his feet. The chakram was released once more, catching a screaming child at the throat. Her head soared a few feet with the momentum, bouncing hard against the ground with a sickening plop as it rolled to her mother's feet. This seemed to enrage the orcs, but the vampire merely laughed as she continued on her killing spree, quite uncharacteristically.

It was a bright day outside. Tadhg was resting by the food stockpiles, when he heard the commotion. Normally orcs would be very aggressive towards intruders so he just figured it was another traveler who lost their way. The strong, resilient orcs would usually chase off or deal with the interlopers quickly. As they don't tend to view many other races as inferior. But, he thought, something was different about this.He stood up and glanced around, most of the adults had moved away from the area he was in. Uneasy, he stood up and started wandering around. Then came the war cry, he covered his ears, and winced. “Such lousy hosts, can't even be quiet when your quest is trying to sleep,” he muttered under his breath. Tadhg had stumbled upon the village by chance. He had been wandering for days, trying to find a remote location to carry out his research. On approach the orcs raised their weapons, but Tadhg talked them down, offering assistance for a place to stay. The orcs snickered, and laughed asking what he could possibly do. He grinned, and began telling them how they could solve some of the simplest problems to make life easier.He really wasn't there to help though, he had a more sinister reason for being there. Ahead he hear the sound of battle. “Not like you guys to take so long,” he muttered. Sighing he marched onwards ditching his gear in a storage tent and dressing down to rags, hiding his horns under a cloak. If its this bad maybe he can bluff his way out. He ducked behind a hut, watching the battle. The noble looking female seemed to be enjoying herself. The chakram severing limbs left, and right. He watched as an orc reached for his intestines, and groaned as he fell to the ground. The lady threw the disc again catching a child in the throat, and severing its head. In that moment the orcs roared even louder, somehow angrier than before.“Oh well,” he sighed, “time to start over else where.” He stayed ducked behind the hut as the battle raged. The screams of dying orc filled the air. Blood sprayed on the huts, leaving a cooper smell in the air. Tadhg slowly crawled out of hiding towards another hut, dodging the flying limbs.

There was a different scent on the air aside from the blood and orc stench. This was an unfamiliar smell to her, and Lirin smiled mischievously. She would enjoy hunting down this aroma. It was time to play. Another scream sounded out as a warrior who tried to catch her from behind lost his arms due to her chakram. Lirin immediately turned and bit at his throat, draining him as quickly as she could within a few seconds.

The coppery tang of the blood sent shivers down her spine, a surge of rejuvenating power rushing through her body as a sip of cool refreshing water on a parched throat. Allowing the body to crumple before her, she shifted with the wind, dispersing until she was hidden entirely. From here, she could follow any scent with ease. First it led her to a tent with discarded belongings. Then, she followed it to a person who stuck out like a sore thumb in a village of orcs. It was a solitary person in a cloak, walking away from her havoc. Lirin chuckled as she appeared in front of him, quite transparent, quickly becoming whole as ribbons of air rushed to fill the gaps.

"My my, a little mouse, fleeing from danger?" she purred. One last time, her chakram was allowed to fly outward, decapitating the last orc. Blood had coated most everything by now, the ground muddied as rivers of the glorious liquid pooled together. When the weapon returned to her, Lirin licked the blood as her eyes flashed red. "Come now, play with me. I promise not to bite hard." Waving the weapon away, the vampiress took a deliberate step forward, expertly swaying her hips. Folds of fabric swished around her legs. Even in this uncharacteristic change of her entire demeanor, she used her abilities to the fullest.

A charm was cast as a small gust of wind blew past Lirin, carrying her pheromones to weave around his senses. While her previous actions already painted her as dangerous, her current body language screamed seductress. The way her eyes danced mischievously, the way she carried herself as she walked ever closer. Silently, she was daring the creature under the hood to act upon base impulses.

Something was wrong Tadhg thought as the woman disappeared. There was a gust of wind then she vanished. He started crawling away from the bodies as the blood pooled. Losing balance slightly as his hand slipped in the crimson muck. He stood up taking a deep breath, and stood up. At that moment in a cool breeze the woman had appeared before him. He was face to face with what he now assumed was some kind of vampire.

She spoke to him, and he froze in his tracks. “I don't want any trouble ma'am,” he said startled. He flinched as she threw the chakram. Then he heard a body hit the ground. He had to remind himself to take a breath. He was possibly staring death in the face. Definitely would be ironic if that's what it was he thought to himself.

He swallowed hard as she uttered the words. “Bite eh?” he thought out loud as he watched her cautiously. Slowly, he backed away matching her step for step. But, the pheromones caught him off guard, such a sweet scent. Despite being surrounded by a score of corpses and all the blood, it was a beautiful scent. So this is how vampires caught their pray he thought as he continued to back away.

Tadhg gazed into her eyes, and saw the thirst. Turning to run his foot slipped and he went down into the muck. He landed hard on his back moaning as the hood feel away. Reaching around he found a dull dagger by a corpse. “Can we talk about this please?'' He spat out. Hes heard of charms before, but this is his first time experiencing one. Her movements seemed more, and more entrancing by the second. He pulled his hand away from the dagger, and rose to meet her. His red hair was now muddy, and so were the ground down stubs of his once great horns. “Just go easy on me, im not really a fighter,” a nervously laughed.

"Trouble, you say?" Lirin purred in amusement. He was matching her as he backed away, trembling as a leaf. Teasingly, her face fell into a look of awe. In an instant, he had tripped and fell, covering himself in mud and blood. An image of her licking the blood off of his face caused a shiver to run down her spine as she continued to advance on him. When she saw that he had grabbed a blade, the vampire merely let out an amused chuckle.

With a smile, Lirin answered his question. "My dear, sweet one. You'll find I can be more than accommodating." Yet he rose as the charm began to take a deeper effect on his mind, causing her smile to spread. There was no distance between them now as she lifted her hand and tucked a strand of red hair from his face tenderly. "It was your hair that caught me. Like blood shining in the sun. What's this?" Ever so softly her finger tips brushed over one of the stubs on his head as she frowned.

"Demon, are we? Why do you discard that which makes you beautiful? Do you fear what you are? Repercussions?" Each word brought her lips closer to his, her voice softer with each question. "Let yourself free." One hand was on his shoulder, guiding him backward into the sturdy pole of a tent. In the last minute, she went from dangerous vampire, to mischievous succubus, to tender lover. With him pinned between her body and the pole, Lirin cupped his cheeks and pulled him down for a kiss.

It started soft and tender, leading for another and another until she hungered for more. Wrapping her hand to hold the base of his skull, each kiss becoming more passionate than the previous, Lirin gripped his arms beneath his robes, feeling his muscles or lack there of. Her body was pressed up against his as her hand slid to check out the side of his stomach. He was a wonderful male specimen, and she was going to make him hers.

In a moment she was upon im playing with his hair. Her hand brushed over what was left of his horn. He winced reflexively as he flashed back to when he lost them. “It's a long story,” He said while taking a deep breath. She was very forceful, before he knew it his back was to a pole. His mind went blank for a second. Memories of home flashed into his mind. Was this to be how he died? He was snapped back into reality as she pulled his head down and began kissing him.

Free yourself, those words echoed in his head. Her hand now grabbed the back of his head, and was kissing more passionately. Her lips soft and lustful, he was really feeling the spell now. Her arms moved into his cloak, feeling his arms, then moving to his stomach. He could feel her going harder and harder against his lips, and pressing him more into the pole as she rubs against him.

Tadhg had reached his breaking point, and wrapped his arms around her body. Pushing back against her lips and moved his tongue into her mouth, swirling it around like they were dancing with their tongues. His primal instincts had taken over. Inside his head, he was fighting with himself over the situation. One half saying resist, the other begging to give in. His mind went foggy, he forgot why he had come here. All he knows was there was a beautiful seductress who decided to pray on him. He won't give in to easy, if anything they'd do it his way.

His hands began to move from being wrapped around her to her front side. Her bosom was soft to the touch, yet firm. He continued to feel her up as they're kissing grew more passionate. Pushing against her, he started to grind slowly, and moved one hand around to grab her butt and pull her closer to his body. “Okay I'll bite,” he laughed between kisses. He rubbed more and more against her, this will please her, he concluded, I guess if she hasn't bitten him yet, anything is good. His lips kissed her neck gently as he got more erect.

Finally, he had succumed to the charm. Their tongues danced as he probed her mouth. Hands began to explore her body, her breasts, her sides, hips, and ass. There was no space between the two now. Lirin laughed with him.

Yet, there was something exotic about the way anyone played at her neck. This one spot was particularly sensitive for her, rewarding him with instant soft moans while simultaneously trhing to push him deeper into her throat, encouraging him to be rougher in that spot. Beneath the sound of an elevated heart and rushing blood, she felt something exciting; the growing of a man's erection. Lirin reached between them, stroking it, squeezing it, liking what she felt.

She whispered seductively in his ear, low and husky. "I want to scream your name as you fuck me." Grabbing his shoulders, Lirin pulled him off the pole and went to turn around. Somehow, her grace failed her, the two of them falling into the tent instead, with him on top of her. Even having taken the brunt of the fall on her back, Lirin wrapped her legs around him and began kissing at his neck, down his jawbone, and pulled him into another deep kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth. All the while, one hand was encouraging his hips to grind against her, the other trying to pull his chest into hers.

Things had progressed really quickly. Her moans fueled his passion even more. She lead him deeper into her throat. His kisses getting rougher as he intended to give her a hickey. Her skin tasted good, or maybe it was the charm, but he got a little rougher. The pheromones had taking full control now as he felt her hand run down between them. She was now stroking, and squeezing his erection. This time Tadhg let out a low moan as she continued to stroke him. She smiled slightly looks like she was enjoying it, he thought.

She whispered those words to him and he got harder somehow. “My name is Tadhg love, and yours?” He asked while moaning lowly. She had grabbed him and pulled him from the pole, and within a few seconds they were on the ground. She wrapped her legs around him, and started kissing him passionately. He opened his mouth and surrendered to her tongue. She was exploring his mouth. He felt her hand on his hips and the other hugging him closer.
Tadhg reached down and pulled his erection out and started grinding against her. Her body was driving him crazy, he just wanted to get in there. He reached up into her dress and pulled off her underwear. He was very close now. “Is it okay if I stick it in you?” he asked as he went to kiss her neck roughly like earlier. She was getting what she wanted. He was finding it very hard to hold back. He started to squeeze her breasts softly as she moaned. Licking a newly formed hickey he went back to passionately kissing her lips than sucking on her tongue.

Her pussy was wet when he reached down and stared to slowly rub the lips. Her face looked like she was in complete ecstasy and so was he. He squished her breast a little rougher with his free hand, and his other hand was busy fingering her slowly. Precum dripped from his tip as he grinded hard against her labia. He wanted badly to be inside her now.

She did not answer his question, and was nearly lost herself as he began to grind his erection against her. The ringing in her ears finally faded stopped, and while she was now hot with lust, Lirin was no longer not in control of herself. 'Not yet." came her giggled reply to his strong yearning to plunge himself deep inside her tight little cave. Tadhg tried to drown her new found sense of control as he squeezed her breasts and fingered her, dragging moans of pleasure.

The vampiress was drawn in two different directions. Allow this to continue, which was sorely tempting, or take care of business before night descends. 'Let him in!' her mind and body screamed at her. His hands were like a flame, his fingers rods against tender flesh. An image of Celeste sobered her up enough to set priorities. Giggling, Lirin melted into the air once more, leaving Tadhg falling into the ground of the tent as she stood outside, her hands on her hips.

"Tsk, tsk. Look at yourself. You've sullied your outfit, and mine along with it. Come with me, Tadhg." Who was this more torturous upon? Herself whose body demanded to be plundered, or the man who desperately wants to do the plundering? The anticipation she has caused herself was almost enough to make her melt and go crawling back to her new found toy. "There is an errand that must be completed before business ends. And I need someone with your… talents… to keep me…" Lirin bit her bottom lip as she imagined how he would feel inside of her. "Entertained."

Tadhg walked up to her, and Lirin grasped his penis in her hand, pulling him close. Their lips were barely brushing each other yet her hand was neither giving nor stroking. "You're a fine specimen, Tadhg. I would find your company most… enjoyable if you stay by my side today. I promise…" She stroked him once before returning to the relentless arresting squeeze. "You shall be rewarded." As abruptly as she had grabbed him, Tadhg was released as she turned on heel and retrieved her pack, neatly folded her cloak and put it inside and allowed her hips to sway as she continued walking, giving the little demon behind her something to gawk at should he follow.

In a community of tents, all occupants having been brutally murdered, pathways now running red with bloody mud, there was a perfectly white pair of underwear discarded and forgotten that was far too small to belong to any orc.

Her moans only drove him crazier. She said not yet, but her body language did not say the same. He was busy exploring the inside of her pussy with his finger. Enjoying the way the tightness squeezed his finger. He continued this as his other hand left his nice soft breasts, and reached down to grab his hard dick. He stroked it slightly, and contemplated sticking it in. He kissed her suddenly, and tried to distract her as he used his hand to guide his member closer. “Getting cold feet now hun?” he giggled.

There was the guts of wind again. In a flash she was gone, and Tadhg feel to the ground holding his member. He was in shock for a full 20 seconds, before he heard her speak from behind him. He flipped over laying on his back, and listened to her. He knew it was to good to be true, it wouldn't be that easy. What choice did he have now, he was just blue balled. He could go his merry way, and find someone else to stick. But she was so enchanting, and she had a nice taut body. He stood and nodded as she gave him the option to come with her.

He strode over to her and was immediately embraced by her hand. She grabbed him tight by the penis, and pulled him into her. They were close enough to kiss, but she didn't stroke him at all just held him tightly. She asked for his company again, stroking him as she stated he would be getting a reward. She only did it once before she grasped him tightly. “I'd follow you anywhere,” he spat out nervously. She let him go, and turned to retrieve her pack. As she strode way she swayed her hips, drawing him back in even more.

He started to follow her, entranced by her swaying hips. This had turned out better than he thought. His initial thought was that she was going to use him, then kill him to leave his body among the orcs. She lead him over to a tent. He recognized it immediately. She ordered him to retrieve his stuff so they could get out of there. He changed out of the cloak into his normal clothes. He stowed it in his hear back, as he lifted it onto his back. Then he grabbed his sword, pulling it slightly out of the sheath to observer the blade. Satisfied he put it back in, then returned to following behind her, and gawk at her butt. “Where are we off to, m'lady?” He inquired smiling.