Lirin followed his scent back to the tent of discarded gear and gestured to it. "Retrieve your stuff. We shan't be returning to this hovel." With interest, she watched him change, and inspect his blade with a mischievous smile. When he was satisfied, Lirin turned on heel and began to march out of the village she had massacred without a word. By the gods above! This was torture! There was a sexy demon behind her, with untold potential, who pines for her, and she was walking! Why in the world was she walking without taking advantage to that supple specimen of a man?

"City of Sviet. I need several artisans to craft an item of importance." Yet, that was all she would say on the matter. No more, no less. It took a fair three hours walk, all the while thoughts of all the things she could do to him ran through her mind. Lirin was all the more agitated with lust because of it, and the evidence of was an even sweeter scent wafting towards Tadgh, enticing him, encouraging him, demanding him.

When finally they reached the city, she made her way carefully through the crowds. That one body she drained seemed so long ago, especially with her lust soaring high. The first stop was the dwarven crafters. For a good long while, she spent time with each, inspecting their high end quality goods, their specialty wares. It wasn't for the goods on sale she was searching, but their experience in the craft. At long last, she selected one who excelled at intricate details of fine metals, Lirin was informed that the master dwarf would be unavailable for a few minutes. They were directed to a rather luscious waiting area, which Lirin took a seat on the edge of a chair.

Once more, she looked up at Tadgh, the first time she's truly acknowledged him in nearly two hours, a mischievous smile on her face. "Looks like we're alone for a few minutes. You've been so patient." While Lirin was toying with him, sounding that he should be patient longer, her hand hiked her skirt up to her hips. Knees not spread wide, but would not resist should someone pry them apart. Yet the skirt revealed that she lacked underwear, and her fruit was easily available for attention.

“Ah Sviet, haven't been there yet,” he chuckled. He watched her closely as she said no more. She was teasing her again, her hips swaying. That smell came through the air again. Tadhg grinned started to walk closer. He outstretched his hand to try and cop a feel. But, he second guessed himself, and pulled it back. He bit his lower lip hard as he imagined playing with her body. The feel was so good earlier, he wanted to try again, but he choose to be patient. The reward would be far greater he thought. Besides, after seeing her show back there he didn't feel like upsetting her.

After of couple hours of being teased by her scent, they arrived in the city. It nestled a low mountain, and was surrounded by a stone wall. The city is famous for artisans, and the mines in the mountains or at least that's what he heard. To think there existed an orc tribe who valued being artisans over warriors. This was a new concept to him. All orcs he met were usually warmongers, or roving tribes that kill anyone who gets to close to their village. But here, a city had sprung forth, and was populated by artisans of various races. Her pheromones were kicking in again as he lost focus on walking, distracted by it. He accidentally bumped into someone, and quickly apologized. He wasn't as used to big crowds like this. But it was a bustling city after all.

After walking for a short bit they arrived in the dwarf crafters section of the city. The beautiful shops were all laid nicely, and wares were on display here and there. Cask of dwarven ale sold for a premium price. There was also finely crafted weaponry, axes and the such, stuff they are famous for. He thought to his self, what exactly did she want? They passed by a couple shops before she started to go into some, and inspect their goods. She was inspecting them very closely. When she finally found one they directed them to a waiting room, after informing her that the artisan was out at the moment.

The waiting room was very nice. Happy customers spend more he thought, and sat at the chair across from the vampire. She spoke to him, acknowledging him for the first time fully in two hours. “Im trying my best Ma'am” As he replied she hiked up her skirt. It was easy to tell she left her underwear behind, and it was all out there. She seemed to be saying on thing, but her body language said something completely different. He strode across the room to her and knelt down. His hands were gentle as he spread her legs, they spread apart easier than he thought. Patience only gets you so far when dealing with a seductress. Her fruit was ripe, and juicy, he wanted a taste bad. Last time he just played with it, this time he was gonna eat it.

His tongue penetrated her lower lips to get into the juicy flesh. The juice was dripping fairly well. He shoved his tongue further in trying to get the most he could. It was very sweet, and he couldn't help himself. His hand moved toward the top, and started to rub her little clit. Doing this helped the juices flow better, as she let out a cute moan. This drove him insane and she went nuts with his tongue. It was going as deep as he could push, and licking all around the walls. He felt her hand rub the back of his head, as she continued to moan louder. He kept going, lapping up her juices as they spilled in his mouth. After a bit of his crazy demon tongue she couldn't help but wrap her leg around him to keep him there. He knew he had to be quick, but the forbidden fruit is way too tempting

Where she wanted to bite her bottom lip in anticipation, Lirin raised a single eyebrow at her little demon. His warm hands touched her cool skin, as two warm flames on her knees on an autumn night. In an instant, Tadgh's tongue reached deep inside, Lirin instantly leaning back in the chair at the sudden attack. And her demon demanded more from her, evident as her clitoris received some attention as well.

Oh how sweet this pleasure was, heightened only by the chances of getting caught. Adrenaline coursed through her. Lirin reached down, fingers entwining themselves in Tadgh's hair, beckoning for more. The vampiress did not want her little demon to suddenly get any ideas, her body relishing the idea of finally being allowed to have the fun she's been pushing off for so long. A single leg was hooked around Tadgh as a result.

Their time was quickly diminishing, yet this moment just felt so warm, so pleasing, Lirin did not want it to end. Each deep penetration of the tongue was rewarded with a moan. Each moan expressed her pleasure and threatened to call attention to their activities. Lirin tried to pull his face closer, his tongue deeper as she was on the edge of that proverbial cliff of mounted tension. Everything squeezed as her orgasm rushed to his waiting tongue, Lirin bit her tongue to keep from screaming out from the ecstasy of it.

Sliding her leg off of him, her grip tightening in his hair, Lirin stood over his kneeling form as her skirt slid back into place. She stared into his eyes, about to make some comment when a dwarf chose to interrupt. Irritated, Lirin's gaze slid over to the short man. There was nothing spectacular about him in his appearance, he had the look of a blacksmith who had just come from working his craft. Releasing Tadgh, she pointed to the chair, expecting him to wait for her as she addressed the other.

"Master dwarf. After inspecting much of the work available in this city, I have decided I am in need of your services. I need to commission the delicate decorations one would find on an elvish quiver." Intrigued, the dwarf talked designs, price, and quality with her. Once Lirin was satisfied, the vampiress gathered her pack, smiled at Tadgh and left the shop, all after bowing to the dwarf for his services. Outside, she addressed Tadgh.

"Bold little demon, patience is a necessity. On to the elves next. Then to find an establishment to wait. I intend to remain." From light scolding to matter of fact, she never ceased her amused undertone. Indeed, as she walked toward the elvish artisans, she was smiling devilishly to herself. Time to start the process all over again.

Her slender leg was wrapped tightly around him to keep him in place. The cute moans that escaped her mouth were driving him crazy, and also raising the risk of them getting caught. Fingers interlocking in his hair she guided him in more. His tongue probed the inner walls. No spot would be lacking attention while he was down there. Swirling it around he felt her insides start to tighten around his tongue then a rush of juices filled his mouth. Her muffled orgasm was delightful to his ears.

She removed her leg from around him, and stood up. Her hand was still interlocked in his hair only tighter now. He looked up at her to see she was staring down at him. His mouth opened wide to show a puddle of her juices was still in is mouth. The master dwarf then interrupted them. Shame because she was about to say something. Maybe she would have praised him, who knows? She pointed at a chair, Tadhg took the order, and sat down. He swallowed, and stuck his tongue out at her defiantly. He'd probably regret it later, but it seemed like the right thing to do at the moment. He glanced around the luxurious waiting room. He was grateful to have somewhere to sit that isn't the hard ground. The orc village isn't really a comfortable place either.

She returned, and smiled to him as she left the shop. Tadhg grabbed his belongings at left the shop quickly. The vampiress scolded him before telling him where they were going next. He licked his lips, and smiled at her, “You seemed to be enjoying it.” He followed closely behind her. The pheromones were wafting off her again. Shes not gonna stop teasing him, he knew this but he just couldn't resist. She was a very good seductress, and she knew what she was doing. He wish she would tell him what exactly they were doing, but she was being secretive.

The elvish artisans were on the east side so they would have to walk across the city. Her hips swayed as he watched her every move. He couldn't begin to guess what she was trying to have crafted. The city was bustling even more now. People running from place to place on the daily grind. Several people could be heard above the crowd stating they had the best deals in town. Another shouted that they had better deals. Typical rival shop things. It really was a sight to behold for Tadhg. He was really not use to seeing so many different people in one place. But it still didn't distract him from the sexy vampiress who enticed him as they strolled through the city to the elves.

The road was packed, not that she minded. Many were glancing her way, attraction to her scent clear as day on their faces. Lirin knew that, due to the constant use of the wind, she would actually need to feed again soon, and wondered just how well her little demon would like to participate. Or if he even did things like that. Demons were so new in concept to her, and each vastly different from the last.

At the elvish artisans, Lirin began once again the meticulous effort of inspecting each leather craft. Always searching for the number of imperfections, always asking questions about the durability. For an hour this went on until she found the perfect woman for the job. Again, they were directed to a place to wait while she was finishing up a task. Lirin thanked the one who showed them to the room.

In an instant, the moment he was gone, the vampire wheeled, hand gripping Tadgh's throat as she pushed him against the wall. Their gear was discarded, and Lirin had him pinned, refusing to let him go. Her nose was so close to his cheek as she began to whisper to him. "Elves have a keener sense of hearing. If you value your life, you'd do your best not to make a sound." Slowly, she relaesed his neck as she knelt before him, hand sliding down his chest as she did, eyes staring up at him all the while.

His neck was not the only thing she released as his pants was unfastened and pulled down just enough to give her complete access. With a viscous smile, Lirin opened her mouth and guided him into it. Bracing one hand on his hip, the other had only the pointer and thumb wrapped around the base of his penis, the rest splayed out, Lirin was not gentle as she sucked on him. Faster and deeper, his constant jabbing into her uvula causing a gagging reflex which tightened her throat muscles around him. Lirin was trying to get him to be loud as she sated herself on his precum.

Everybody had their eyes were upon her now. Tadhg knew that look, it was lust. So her scent can effect others. He chuckled and glanced around at everyone. There were glances from men of every size, shape, and even race in the city. There were also some females who eyed her playfully. Nobody is immune he thought as he chuckled to himself, and walked closer to his mistress. He didn't know why but the thought of them pining over her made him anxious. For a second he was extremely grateful that she choose him out of everyone else.

The elven section of town was more refined than the dwarven one. Where dwarves just set stuff out on display tables or went to work drunk on their own ale, these elves were better mannered. Their wares were laid out intricately. Each item perfectly complemented the one next to it. The elves also seemed to glance his way, maybe they've never seen a demon before, or perhaps seen one so submissive to a non demon. He returned their glances with a nod.

She began with shops quicker than in the dwarf section. The shop owners were more than eager to show their wares to her, and to go into details of the production status. Tadhg stood patiently with his arms folded behind his back. Specifically she was inspecting things crafted from fine leather. Eventually they came upon a rather normal looking shop, a bit more homey as the others. They entered, and were greeted by an elven woman working on an item behind the counter. The vampiress didn't take long examining these wares before addressing the artisan about her order. The lady looked up from her work, “I'll be happy to accommodate you.” She lifted her head toward a door behind her, “um Sirrist show these two to the waiting room while I finish this up please?” The other elf, a slim male with white hair showed them to a side room, the door was covered in some kind of curtain which was probably meant to give the patrons privacy as they waited. If fact there were several rooms like this, nicely furnished, and separated from each other. The elf bowed as he was thanked and stepped out closing the curtain behind him.

In a flash the vampiress had her hand around his neck, and pinned him to wall. She leaned in close just barley touching his cheek with her nose. He gulped as she whispered something into his ears. His stare went blank, and he nodded at her. He wasn't in any hurry to die this day. So he didn't put up a fight as she ran her hand down his front side. She released his neck, and knelt down, bringing her hand further down with her. She didn't break eye contact with him though. Probably making sure he wasn't going to do anything stupid.

Her hands felt a little cold against his warm skin. In one fell swoop she had unfastened his pants, and tugged them down. She was greeted by a semi-hardon. A smile flashed across her face, kind of like the smile she'd give prey before she fed. One hand gripped his cock at the base, and the other on his hip. She used this leverage to guide him inside her waiting mouth. She was sucking him hard from the start, not letting up. “This must be punishment punishment for earlier,” he moan slightly. The inner wall of her throat wrapped around his cock as he hit her gag reflex.

He could feel his precum being lapped up as she swirled her tongue around his tip. Her hands did not cease their arresting grip on his shaft as she shoved it deeper back into her mouth. He moaned slightly as his member was squeezed yet again, and interlocked his fingers in her hair. He was in complete ecstasy as he felt his cock was being massaged, and was gonna melt right into her mouth. He covered his mouth as another moan threatened to make its way out. She glanced at him as he moaned, smiling even more viciously. She had him right in her hands and he pushed into her mouth, moaning a little more as he began to release his seed in her throat. He continued to hold her head as he shot more and more of his sticky fluid in her mouth. “Sorry mistress, I kind of lost my mind please don't punish me” he moaned as he slid down the wall and sat on the floor gasping.

Each moan enticed a love slap on his hip, and a glance up at him with the warning to not make noise. Yet she couldn't resist the attempt to smile while working on him. The time for his release was fast approaching. Another moan as he pushed himself deeper into her throat, seed spilling from him. Lirin swallowed it effortlessly. While not as exquisite as blood, his flavor proved quite enjoyable.

Tadgh slid down the wall, begging for mercy. Lirin was able to look deep and hard into his eyes as she hadn't moved, the playful amusement still dancing within. She licked her lips, wondering what she was going to do with her demon. Bracing her hands on the wall on either side of his head, she leaned in to let her soft voice brush against his ears as he was now smothered with her scent. "I'm not done with you, Naughty Tadgh. You made noise. What if they heard you? I must punish you, and the night is long." She stood, eyes still locked onto him.

Should she torture him further? Or should she take advantage of the situation? There were still so many things for them to do, yet her musings were interrupted when Sirrist cleared his throat before poking his head into the curtain, announcing his arrival. "She's ready for you." Lirin purred over her shoulder, "About time." Casting one last glance over her eager demon, Lirin left to have a talk with her master leather worker.

"Aneth ara, lethalin. Lasa ghilan?" The elvish flowed from her lips so easily, as if she had spoken it recently, rather than over a decade ago. Yet, the dialect here was not the same as back home, and the artisan seemed pleasant yet confused. "Ir abelas, I'm not an elf of these lands. Would you grant me guidance with your wisdom? As a gift to my treasured beloved, I wish to commission a quiver." Lirin launched into details about the quiver, and what type of arrow was to fill it. The artisan nodded and agreed, beginning the haggling of price.

Business concluded, Lirin thanked the artisan, retrieved Tadgh and her belongings. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving." With a secretive smile, Lirin went outside the homely establishment, humming to herself a merry little tune.

This time he had upset her. As he fell to the floor she kept her eyes still locked on him. She put her hands on either side of his head, and leaned in whispering. She began to scold him because he made noise. She stood up still locking eyes with him. He had been a naughty demon she was right. But, he was driven crazy by her pheromones. The silence was torturing him. What was she thinking exactly? Outside the curtain came the clearing of the stewards throat. She looked annoyed as he interrupted her train of thought. Tadhg quickly fixed his pants, and played it off as him just resting. The two left the room with him sitting in silence.

She glanced back at him as she left the room. Maybe she wasn't that upset he concluded. He leaned his head against the wall, and closed his eyes. To think yesterday he was studying a tribe of orcs, for infection from that blasted disease. The past several hours had been crazy. He never noticed how pent up he was. But then again, orc women weren't really his taste. But this vampiress, who seemed to pick him out for herself, instead of killing him seemed so wondrous. Until now he never seemed to notice that among her vampire body was the features of an elf. This was the first vampire elf she had met, or to be precise the first one period. He always heard about them from his brethren but never seen any.

He dosed off slightly flashing back to that day. He was approached by one of the head demons, stating he had a task for him. After a while of talking Tadhg had politely declined his offer. The demon laughed loudly, “What make you think I was giving you an option?” Tadhg looked him in the face and shook his head. “Now you be a good boy and do as you're told!” the demon was raging. “I'm not spreading your plague anywhere, fuck you” Tadhg said matter of factly. The demon struck him hard, and grabbed his head. “No defiance you will do as I say!” with one fell swoop he broke both of Tadhg's horns. Tadhg fell to the ground screaming, and holding his head. Blood pooled on the floor around his head. They scooped him up, and took him to one of the ancient portals that would bring him from their underworld to the continent. “We'll be watching,” said one proud looking demon in royal looking clothing, “more like I will, so don't mess this up or I will be visiting you.”

He heard his name as he was shoved through the portal. When he opened his eyes Lirin was glaring down at him. “Lets go we've still got plenty to do,” She said as she retrieved her belongings. “Plus im hungry she said as she stepped out of the room. He followed behind her as before. He wondered what she was to do next. Also if she hungry for blood, or actual food. He watched her carefully to pick up any signs. Surely the wind tricks and the rapid pheromone release must require some kind of substance to recover from using them so much. The reached the trading district they passed by earlier, and went north into it. Ahead were various shops, some taverns, an inn or two. Among the bustle of the crowd Tadhg could hear a bard singing about an orc, he didn't catch the name but sounded important. She glanced back towards him, and sighed. “How about one by the river?” he suggested.

They found a tavern nestled against the banks of the river. Inside was a dimly lit main room full of rowdy patrons getting their drink on. Several were at a table playing some sort of game. Tadhg usually avoided games at taverns, because the normally involve some kind of gambling. The vampiress lead him to a table in the back, and made him stay put as she set things up. He observed the tavern more as he sat. The tavern walls seemed to be lined with shelves full of trinkets of what he could assume were important to the city, since it also bared the name Sviet. She returned shortly and sat next to him, and whispered some details into his ear about the room. How it overlooked the river with a nice sized balcony. She hinted that she would like to visit the balcony during their stay. She gave him a love bite on the neck as she leaned him further. She had him pinned against a wall again as she continued. Then she snickered, and said there would be more later after dinner. “I'm looking forward to my punishment mistress” he joked.

There were merchants hawking their wares all over the trade district, a place for most anyone to sell. Yet, as scents of breads, savory meats and other delicious foods tried to drown out her pheremones, none of them were appetizing for her. Now that she was thinking about it, a thousand heart beats were louder than any voice, tempting her, baiting her.

Somehow, through it all, Lirin heard a bard's song of Stugbu the Great. It was not a song she was familiar with, yet she didn't particularly care for orcish tales, as they tended to be over exaggerated in her opinion. Glancing back at Tadgh, she sighed and motioned to the buildings around them. He did as she demanded and gave her a suggestion of where to stay. With a nod, Lirin turned and continued down the path.

As they neared the riverfront, her humming turned into soft vocalizations, a soft little tune that was quite enticing. If Tadgh thought that others were looking at her before, there were now about three times the amount of people staring. And she looked as if she was reveling in the attention. Sviet's Sip 'n Rest was chosen, and the vampire took in the group already accumualated inside as her voice faded with a smile.

The only availible table was one toward the back, which was fine, shadows tended to work better for what she required. Tadgh was directed to a chair as Lirin left to visit the barkeep. "What's the best room?" "The big balcony room. Overlooks da river, it does. Room for three in dat bed." Coins and key were traded. "Also, a goblet of your finest mead. Whatever that man desires, give it to him."

Returning to her demon, she smiled to herself as she noticed the door open behind her. Ignoring the new arrivals temporarily, Lirin sat next to him and seductively leaned in to his ear. "Luxury awaits us upstairs, and the moonlight is something to behold glistening off the river. Witness it on the balcony with me." Bite him she did, a lover's bite. Yearning for more than that, Lirin attempted to give him a hickie, forcing herself to pull back before she took her biting too far. "Pace yourself after we feed." When she sat straight, her eyes shifted to the door, giving the hungry looking man standing there a secretive smile. A waggle of her finger, beckoning the stranger over.

"Don't ruin this for me, Tadgh, or you shan't be enjoying the punishment as much as you beleive." It was a whispered promise as the stranger loomed closer. He inquired if Tadgh was bothering her. "Ignore him. He is of no consequence to you." Lirin pulled him down to the chair next to her. For this one, she had little time to waste upon pleasantries. "Excuse me for being straight forward…" She leaned in and planted a kiss upon the stranger's face, infusing it with a rather strong charm spell.

Instantly he was enamoured, hands ready to roam as she trailed her lips along his jaw to find a place on his neck. There she nuzzled before piercing the skin to lap at the sweet blood flowing beneath.

She was expecting him to be on his best behavior as she glanced toward the gentleman she had beckoned over. He glanced at Tadhg, and asked if he was bothering her. Tadhg shot her an amused look. Then she got to work She pulled him down in the chair next to her, and planted a kiss on his face. The stranger was entranced almost immediately, and she got to feeding. She nuzzled into the nape of his neck until she found the sweet spot. She licked it before gently breaking the skin. It must have been a strong spell as it didn't seem to phase the man at all, in fact his hands were busy elsewhere.

The blood flowed freely as she lapped it up. Tadhg bit his lower lip as she feed, imagining himself in that chair. The man was busy playing with her hair, and bosom. Tadhg excused himself from the table and went to visit the bar. The bartender gave him that kind of greeting nod as he tended to another patron. He settled down on a stool, and glanced at the alcohol collection. “What can I getcha?” The bartender inquired. “I'll have a tankard of whatever is the strongest drink you have,” The bartender looked him up, and down, nodded then pulled a dusty bottle from under the bar. “Forget the tankard this stuff doesn't really sell just take the bottle mate,” the bartender chuckled, “anything else like food or?” Tadhg though for a second, “Give me the tavern specialty.”

15 minutes later a server appeared from the kitchen with a plate full of pork, and bread. Then he placed a little container of dark crimson sauce on the table. Tahg inquired as to what the dipping sauce was. The bartender laughed, and informed him that it was blood from one of the mining worms mixed with a few choice spices. Tadhg took a piece of pork and smothered it in the blood sauce, and pretty much inhaled it. It was a tangy coopery flavor, and the pork was very moist. “My compliments to the chef,” He said, and continued eating. He added a few swigs from the bottle here and there. A chunk of bread was used to absorb the last bit of sauce, and he stood up, bowed to the bartender, grabbed his bottle and went off.

“I'll be upstairs,” Tadhg said as he passed the vampiress still feeding, but on another male this time. He gave a coy smile, and marched up the steps. He found the room after walking like 10 steps from the top of the stairs. Inside the room he discarded his belongings on the bed. He undid the clasp on his bag, and started pulling things out. He found some fresh clothes, and his journal. He had forgotten that he had this. Inside contained notes on the formation of the disease, and the plants that will be used to make it. He tossed it aside, and took a long swig from his bottle.

He went to one side of the room, and took of all his clothes. He checked the water in the tub, and heated it a bit. He hadn't had a hot bath in forever it seems. Settling down into the hot waters he sighed loudly. What is he to do now? Reaching down he realized he had a very hard on. “oh boy” he laughed as he stroked it. Then he stopped. He's not gonna have fun by himself he though. He retrieved a cloth, and began to wash his body, inch by inch. He wondered if his erection would stay up long enough for her to get back, he giggled and closed his eyes, and relaxed in the hot water.