Author's Note: This is a retelling of Chapter 4 and 5 of my fantasy series The Ancient Graveyard. There's some rewriting and some retcon but there will be also be extra never-before-read parts. Including sexy ones of course!
Brace yourselves and revisit the Ancient Graveyard of Grazghul!
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Beware of her undead ire.
The ravishingly beautiful vampire.
- an excerpt from a poem
Dudikov Castle, centuries ago.
"Damn you, paladin! My claws to your heart! My fangs to your neck!"
The vampire mistress cursed at the holy warrior who mortally wounded her. Lady Nathalia Dudikov hissed as the paladin Sir Jerome Bravesteel swung his sword against the vampiress. The mighty blow forcefully pushed the vampire away and made her fall to the floor. The matured man in shining armor started speaking.
"Lysander has judged you and found you guilty, Nathalia Dudikov. You have preyed upon the innocent for the last time. Give up and receive your divine punishment."
"Innocent? Speak for yourself, Sir Jerome! The mortals who came to me willingly gave themselves. They rather become a vampire lord's servants than be subject to your church's tyranny. Tell me, Sir Jerome... how many innocent villages did your crusaders destroy in search of heretics? How many healing women and men of science did you burn at the stakes for offending your church fathers? How many peasants were beaten, robbed and raped by your corrupt clergymen and vicious nobles? You and your ilk are far from innocent!" Nathalia retorted. This made the paladin's face redden with rage.
"Enough of your lies, whore! The Church of Lysander is infallible! Long live the Sun Lord! Die, evil undead!" The paladin raised his sword to smite the vampire lord. However, something was amiss. The paladin was suddenly covered in a eerie green glow. Sir Jerome's eyes opened wide. He gurgled and dropped his sword. In seconds, his face shrivelled up and he was dead before his body fell to the floor. Standing before the vampire was a handsome man with slick black hair. He was donning an ornate purple and black robe. His right hand was radiating the same green glow.
"Are you alright, Lady Nathalia Dudikov? My name is Zarnath, a necromancer from the distant north. My lady, do you wish to serve me? We are both enemies of the Church of Lysander. Together, we can absolutely destroy them. What say you?" Zarnath reached out a hand to the vampiress. Nathalia stared up at this man with awe and gratitude. She reached out and Zarnath kissed her hand.
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Midnight, the Administration of Grazghul.
"Aaaaah... Aaaaaaaah!!"
Screams and moans of pleasure were heard from within the alabaster white building of Grazghul's vampiric administrators. The bloodsucking undead employees were naked and fucking each other and their newest human cattle. Ralph and Eliza, a young couple from another world, had the misfortune of wandering into the ancient graveyard of Grazghul. Stripped of their clothes, the vampires had their way with them.
Ralph's scrawny body was being licked by five of the loveliest female vampires in Grazghul. Their pale and shapely bodies rubbed against him while a lone vampiress sucked his mortal dick. Ralph was powerless before the vampires molesting him. His cock ejaculated copious amounts of spunk which splattered the sex-starved vampires. His girlfriend Eliza was being impaled by three vampire dicks while one vampire titty-fucked her humongous breasts. The couple moaned in unison as the vampires continued to lick, suck and fuck them.
In a big private office sat an imposing and beautiful woman. Just like the others, she was a vampire but taller than ordinary vampires. With long flowing ebony hair, pretty face and a curvaceous body clad in a black business suit and short skirt, she was smoking hot. The glasses she wore magnified her beauty even more. She was furious as she spoke to a cowering lesser vampire sitting in front of her desk.
"Boris, you incompetent buffoon! I told you to finish those documents by today! TODAY!" Boomed the bespectacled vampiress. The vampire named Boris whimpered. "I-I'm sorry, Lady Nathalia! My cattle lost the papers when she was assisting me!"
"Assist!? My bats told me a different story! You were fucking your cattle so hard, you passed out before you even started on those files! What kind of vampire that passes out!? Fucking useless weakling!" The vampire queen screamed and threw an ashtray at Boris. The ashes scattered all over his suit. "Get out and never return to work until you finish those documents! Fail me again and I'll stake you myself!" Boris cowered in fear as he ran out of the door. Another vampire entered the office, this time it was a female with short brunette hair. She was dressed in a tight security guard uniform. Following behind her was a beautiful woman with long blonde hair. She was dressed in a skimpy white robe which showed off her lovely cleavage. Her hands were bound in chains.
"M'lady, I have brought the priestess." Said the vampiress. Nathalia licked her lips like a predator.
"Ah yes, Sister Mepha of the Church of Lysander. It's been a while since I've gazed upon your gorgeous presence."
"You will never get away with this, evil one! When my sister Brigid comes, you and your ungodly master are finished!" The lesser vampire who escorted her slapped her in the face.
"Silence, bitch! Lest you forget that you are at our mercy!" Nathalia chuckled and waved her hand.
"It's alright, Giselle. Just unbind her and leave us. These holy types start being defiant but in the end they fall to unbridled lust." Nathalia gave an evil grin. The vampire guard grinned knowing what horror awaits for the priestess at the hands of Nathalia Dudikov, vampire mistress and chief administrator of Grazghul. The vampire guard removed the chains off the priestess Mepha and quickly left the office.
"Big mistake, vampire. Lysander, I invoke your holy wrath!" The beautiful blonde raised her arms but nothing happened. Nathalia laughed.
"Foolish mortal. Your god can't reach you here. This is the Ancient Graveyard of Grazghul!" Nathalia taunted the scared priestess. The vampire mistress' eyes glowed an eerie red light straight into Mepha's eyes. The priestess felt herself unable to move!
"Long have I waited to do this to you..." Nathalia ripped off Mepha's white skimpy robe in one pull. Her heaving bosom jiggled as the fabric which formerly clung to her has been forcefully discarded. Nathalia spotted the holy symbol of Lysander nesting in Mepha's cleavage and frowned in disapproval. "Oh no no, this won't do." Nathalia yanked the amulet off Mepha's neck and crushed it in her hands. Smoke and sizzling sounds emanated from the vampire's fingers. Mepha whimpered in fear knowing that Lysander couldn't help her this time. Nathalia kissed Mepha on the mouth passionately. The priestess tried to resist but the vampire's will was too strong. She felt the vampire's tongue twirling around hers.
Nathalia stopped kissing and pushed Mepha to the floor. The vampire slowly removed her clothes in a very tantalizing way. The skirt, blouse, glasses and everything else were stripped away leaving a very naked and very beautiful vampire. Nathalia, still grinning, placed her barenaked voluptuous body on the busty blonde and began to lick the priestess' nipples. The priestess felt horrified after realizing that she sighed in pleasure received such an unholy creature. Nathalia lovingly sucked and caressed Mepha's breasts for a few more minutes before moving to her womanhood. Mepha's moans grew louder and the vampire mistress slurped and sucked her nether regions.
"Aaaaaahhh... noooooo..."
"Do not resist, priestess. Think of this as a gift from the morning lord..." said the vampire between slurps. Mepha felt the vampire talking to her in her mind saying she is nothing but a plaything to the denizens of Grazghul. She felt the stimulation from the erotic interaction magnify at every second. The priestess moaned and groaned loudly as her pussy was being eaten out by the vampire mistress.
