In a world known as Nympharia, there exists the island continent of Basien Known for its cold, wet and dreary climate, the people of Basien lead mostly simple lives. They honor bravery and virtue as well as deep faith and fervent devotion to the gods. For some, this faith is tested daily as all who live in Basien must contend with the thing the nation is most known for: its constant plague of dark and bloodthirsty creatures of the night.
Not least of the creatures that beset Basien are the vampires. Cruel worshipers of the dark goddess Sanguia they hide away in the blackest recesses of the earth so that the sunlight will never touch them. Though reviled as bloodsucking monsters, the vampires of Nympharia are feared for a second reason. Any man or woman who lives in the nation of Basien will tell you that the only thing greater than a vampires need for blood is their insatiable desire for sex.
Vampires in Nympharia revere themselves as being the perfect sexual beings. They are immortal and eternally youthful, their bodies remaining in pique sexual health throughout all the long centuries they live. They are unnaturally strong and inhumanly dexterous, their faces and bodies more alluring and beautiful than any average human could ever hope to be. Only the vampires themselves know the true specifics of their powers, but many dark rumors about them are whispered behind closed doors. Some are whispered in terror, but others in lustful admiration.
Only when night falls do the vampires venture forth to stalk and prey upon the humans, capturing them and bringing them back to their shadowy lairs to use them as cattle, workers, soldiers, or most often, as sex-slaves.
Only one cult of these Sanguia worshipers stands proud as being openly known to Basien's people, a cult ruled by the infamous vampire Adamar and housed in the formerly abandoned castle of Plaisir. Neither these vampires nor the humans of Basien dare to openly attack one another, though the vampires still claim their prey and the humans attempt to stop them from doing so whenever possible.
One group in particular has been a thorn in the side of all vampires for hundreds of years. They are the renowned and infamous Vigilants of Kathros, though even they, who have dedicated their lives to rooting out beings such as vampires, are not so bold as to launch any full-scale assaults. Thus an odd and tenuous peace has existed between these factions for over two centuries.
The times when it is most put to the test, however, are the rare nights when the people of Basien cannot resist the luring idea of being part of castle Plaisir's hedonistic society. They travel to the castle willingly, often to offer themselves up as slaves for the "superior beings" to control. Many do this in response to the vampire's tempting promises that if a human slave serves them faithfully enough and shows devotion to their great goddess, the vampires of Plaisir will allow that human to be joined into their immortal ranks. Naturally, very few humans have ever actually been deemed worthy, but many still obediently serve, living off of the faint hope that they will, one day, be chosen.
Little did any of the residence of Plaisir know that this night would be a night these long-standing traditions would have an exception. A proposition was about to be presented to them so bold that it would send shockwaves throughout the entire nation of Basien.
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Celestine bit her plump, lower lip, moaning softly as waves or carnal pleasure shot up through her body. She was standing in her lavish bedchamber stripped completely naked, her foot on top of the shoulder of one of her male sex-slaves in order to keep her legs adequately spread as the slave kneeled submissively below her.
Celestine could hardly remember the man's name. It did not matter to her in the slightest as he was only one of the many mortal slaves she owned. All she knew was that this one in particular had always had an affinity for eating her out, which he did quite eagerly; wrapping his lips tightly around her swollen clit and flicking it rapidly with his tongue.
The slave was a handsome young man with short brown hair that Celestine couldn't help but run her fingers through as she ground her pussy harder against his face. His cock was as hard as it could be, though he did not dare to move his hands from behind his back to touch it and give himself pleasure. If his Mistress caught him doing that, he knew he would be severely punished in ways he would rather not go through again. The only clothing he wore was a collar, the uniform of human slaves in the castle. Celestine's name was engraved into it so that there would be no confusion as to who his owner was.
On the hard stone floor he kneeled, servicing his Mistress as she soaked his face in more of her sweet juices. All the slave could do was keep licking and sucking until Celestine told him to stop. He didn't mind at all. She tasted indescribably delicious and he simply could not get enough of staring up at the woman's astounding body.
The great vampire Celestine's smirk grew a little wider as her slave continued to eat her cunt obediently, her orgasm fast approaching. She was one of the oldest vampires in Plaisir, having been one of the founding cult members who discovered the abandoned castle along with Adamar and decided to make it their new home. She never regretted her decision to do so as now she had everything she had ever wanted, including the courage to not hide away like other vampires and to face the humans of Basien openly as what she truly was.
Due to her age and power, Celestine was an unrivaled beauty, centuries old, yet not appearing a day over thirty. Her slim, soft, yet defined facial features were enough to make any mortal man freeze in his tracks and stare at her with desire as if bound by a spell. Her skin was nearly as pale as snow and flawless in complexion, with black painted nails that tangled into her slave's hair and ruby red lips that were parted to allow breathy moans to keep tumbling out. Her body was slim and fit with just the right amount of defined muscle and her long, shining blonde hair cascaded down in an elegant wave to just below her shoulders. The blood red irises of Celestine's eyes gleamed in the torchlight, staring down with a half-lidded gaze at the human man about to make her cum. She had wide, child-bearing hips that she continued to push harder and harder against her sex-slave's face as well as a perfect, plump, heart-shaped ass big enough to smother a man into a happy grave. Lastly, hanging from Celestine's chest were her favorite feature: her massive, natural and incredibly perky breasts. They seemed to almost defy gravity as they bounced with every slight jolt of the woman's torso. As she continued to grip the human man's hair tightly with one hand, she used the other to massage one of her heavy breasts and tease her hard, pink nipple.
"Fuck. Yes, yes, yes! Right there!" Celestine moaned, her voice growing to a higher and higher pitch as she was quickly reaching her orgasmic peak. With her slave unquestioningly obeying and lashing his tongue against her sensitive nub, she suddenly released, more of her thick cream and juices gushing down all over the handsome man's face as she let out a quiet, yet trembling moan. The orgasms of vampires were always more intense than those of any human and every part of Celestine's body shook from pleasure, her big ass and massive tits jiggling especially hard.
The human sex-slave had done this enough times that he knew what his Mistress wanted next. Though his tongue was sore he continued pressing and swirling it against her pleasure button, sending further shockwaves of bliss through her body as she pulled on his hair even harder and rode her orgasm out to its last moment.
"You can stop now." Celestine said in a whisper through her smile and only upon receiving that instruction did her sex-slave obey. He pried his lips away from her and instead flattened out his tongue, moving to lap up the warm wetness that soaked his Mistress's inner thighs. While Celestine so loved to be worshiped like this, she had a point to prove and was done with this little man.
