When Talia woke she found herself in a strange room and an unfamiliar bed. It took her several moments to recall the events of the previous day but as the memories came flooding back she found herself smiling. She was in Alec's bed, the vampire sleeping soundly beside her, his arm wrapped around her waist. She snuggled up against him, remembering how tenderly he had treated her the night before as he had bathed her following the day she had spent getting fucked over and over in the stockades. She laughed softly to herself. She was still sore from yesterday but gods had she enjoyed it. She hoped one day he would treat her to that experience again.
She dozed contentedly for another hour or so. The steady sound of Alec's breathing comforting her whenever she stirred. When she woke she would take the chance to look around the room, though it was so dark she could not make out much. The walls appeared to be panelled and the floor was a rich oak stained to the colour of burnt wood. The bed they lay in was a comfortable four poster design and hanging from the ceiling she could make out the outline of a large yet simple chandelier. It was warm in the room too, despite the fact that they slept with only a thin sheet over their naked bodies, and when she craned her neck she could see the fireplace that sat opposite the bed, a handful of still glowing embers visible in the grate.
When she next awoke she found Alec missing from the bed. She rolled over, propping herself up on her elbows as she squinted in the light of an oil lantern on Alec's side of the bed. He was stood at the bedroom door, a robe wrapped around his body. He was speaking to an older woman who wore the garb of a maid and when he turned she saw he held a tray bearing breakfast.
"Good morning," he said.
"Morning," she replied with a smile as he sat down on the edge of the bed and placed the tray in front of her. There was coffee, a bowl of fruit and some toast and butter on the tray. It looked delicious, though she noted there was only enough for her.
"Eat up," he instructed. "We have a long day ahead of us."
"Don't you want anything?"
He smiled. "Breakfast isn't really my thing."
She nodded, sitting up as he poured her a cup of coffee. As the sheets fell away from her chest she saw him glance at her tits and she turned slightly, offering him a better view without letting him know she had seem him look.
"What are we doing today?" she asked, taking a sip of the warm coffee.
"That's a surprise," he replied, his eyes twinkling as they so often did when he had a plan for her.
She grinned, tucking in to her breakfast eagerly as she tried to think about what he might have in store for her. He watched her for a moment longer before kissing her softly on the forehead and telling her he was going to wash. As he left she heard the lock on the bedroom door snap shut behind him. She looked around as she continued to eat, the light of the lantern beside the bed offering more insight to his bedroom. It was roughly the same size as her own room back at the castle, though the dark wood on the floors and walls made it seem smaller. Red velvet curtains hung over two windows on her side of the room, neither pair appearing to ahve been opened for years. There were paintings on the walls, all of them of places rather than people. Some she recognised, others she did not and she wondered how many had been lost to the march of time. The furniture in the room was old and comfortable looking whilst the lights and rugs were fine yet not ostentatious. The room felt old yet strangely comforting and was exactly what she had pictured in her mind when thinking of Alec's home.
He returned when she was done eating and brought her to the bathroom, leaving her to wash and ready herself for the day. When she returned to the bedroom he was waiting for her in a pair of riding trousers, a loose fitting white shirt and a blue jacket. She waited as he admired her naked body. She had braided her yellow-blonde hair into a single, thick plait that fell down to the small of her back and had applied soft red lipstick and smokey eyeshadow in the way she knew he liked.
"I have a gift for you," he said, nodding to her side of the bed.
She walked slowly around to the box resting on the bed, bound with a scarlet ribbon. She slipped the ribbon off and lifted the lid of the box, smiling up at Alec as she began to remove the outfit piece by piece before beginning to dress. First was a pair of simple, sheer black tights that she rolled seductively up her long legs. Next came a red leotard, the waist sitting high over her hips, the crotch barely covering her pussy. The bust was corseted and she imagined it could be pulled aside to reveal her breasts if needed. For now she pulled the strings tight, her tits heaving against the soft fabric. A pair of black leather, thigh high boots were next, the heels making a satisfying click as she placed them on the floor, followed by a pair of fingerless elbow gloves made of the same material as the tights. To finish off the outfit there was a black riding cloak complete with hood and clasp in the draconic emblem that Alec so often used.
"Wait," he said before she could put the cloak on.
He stood and walked over to her, his eyes devouring her figure every step of the way. She held her head up as he circled her, looking at the ceiling, waiting for his next command. He was standing behind her, his rock hard dick just grazing her ass through his pants. He lowered his head, his breath on her neck sending shivers down her spine as he kissed her throat tenderly before slipping her collar on. She shuddered as he pulled it tight, the leather soft against her skin, and heard the click of the lock snapping shut. He ran his hands down her arms, snapping her cuffs on her wrists one after another before locking them shut in turn. She gasped as he spun her around, her hands coming up to grip his chest as he held her body against his, his eyes twinkling with desire as his dick pressed against her.
"Please, sir," she whispered.
"Please, what?" he asked.
"I want to suck your dick," she said, sliding her hands down towards his crotch.
He smirked before giving her a small nod of approval. She squatted down in font of him, her fingers working to unfasten the belt at his waist to free his cock from his pants. It was already throbbing as she wrapped her fingers around his length, holding his head steady as she lapped the pre-cum from his tip with her tongue before taking a deep breath and wrapping her lips around his girth. She heard him grunt with pleasure as she sucked his dick, her own throat straining against the combined pressure of his length and the collar around her neck. She could tell he was close to finishing already and soon felt his hand on the back of her head, but instead of pushing her down as he normally did he allowed her to continue at her own rhythm. Gagging sounds escaped her lips as she took his length into her throat and she heard his growl of satisfaction as he came, his hot cum filling her mouth. She gasped as he pulled his dick from her lips, her chest rising and falling as she paused to catch her breath before licking the remaining cum from his dick obediently.
He smiled, pulling her to her feet. "Well done, Princess," he whispered as he picked up her cloak and draped it over her shoulders.
She smiled weakly, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye as he took her arm and led her from the bedroom. She hoped her make-up hadn't run too badly but these worries were soon pushed from her mind as she realised this was the first time she had properly seen the rest of the inside of Alec's manor. To her surprise the rest of the manor was not as warm and inviting as the bedroom had been. Most of the furniture was covered in sheets and though she spied a handful of rooms that appeared to have been used recently, it was like much of the house had lain dormant for centuries.
He led her outside, leaving many of her questions unanswered. It was a bright if cloudy day and though it was warm there was a breeze in the air that made her glad of her coat. Two horses stood saddled and waiting for them at the entrance of the manor. One was Alec's giant black stallion whilst the second was smaller, its white flanks mottled with flecks of grey.
"This is Ghost," Alec said. "He will be yours for the day."
She approached the white horse slowly, holding out her hand until he nuzzled her fingers curiously. She smiled as she stepped forwards, scratching his ears affectionately as Alec busied himself with his saddlebags. When he had finished, Alec helped her up into her saddle before climbing atop his own horse and turning him down the drive.
"Reckon you can keep up, Princess?" he said with a sly smile.
She grinned back at him. "Don't you worry about me!" she called.
He laughed before flicking his reins, rider and horses setting off at a gallop down the drive. Talia nudged Ghost's flanks, clicking her tongue as she set off in pursuit of the Vampire. They road straight out of the town and soon were thundering down a well kept road towards the rolling hills in the distance. They passed farm after farm, rode over babbling streams and through small villages of happy, healthy looking people who waved and smiled at Alec as they passed by. The Vale was every bit as beautiful as Talia had heard it was and as they crested the next hill her breath was truly taken away from her. Stretching out below they was a vast valley tucked between the hills. She could see a river flowing in gentle curves through the valley whilst woods dotted the valley floor and surrounding hills. Birds, big and small, soared through the sky and she could see deer and other large animals amongst the greenery.
"Its beautiful," she breathed as they brought the horses to a stop.
Alec smiled. "Long ago this was a breeding ground for dragons," he said. "None have been seen here for centuries but we live in hope that they will one day return."
Talia nodded. No one knew where the dragons of old had fled to but there were always rumours as to where they could be found. They were ancient creatures, as old and as wise as the world itself and possessed an affinity with nature that made even elves like Talia appear as clumsy children.
"Come," Alec said. "The view is better up here."
He turned his horse and led her off the road. They climbed the hill slowly, taking care with the horses on the looser ground as they passed through a copse of trees to a small plateau further up the hill. Talia looked up as they left the tree line to see an old watchtower rising above her. The building was derelict, much of the barracks having crumbled away to nothing but the tower itself appeared solid nonetheless. Alec dismounted and led his horse over to an old hitching post, helping Talia from her own saddle in turn once he had secured Ghost to the post. He swung his saddlebags over his shoulder and took her hand.
"Come with me," he said.
She nodded, one eye still on the incredible view of the valley as he led her into the tower. They climbed a spiral staircase, the wind whistling through the old murder holes in the tower as they rose higher and higher. Eventually they emerged through a door to the roof of the tower where a domed ceiling, partially collapsed on the valley side, yawned over their heads.
"What is this place?" she asked, looking around at the rubble scattered over the stone floor.
"This was where I once lived," Alec said. "Before I became what I am," he added.
