Lustia. A world where gods and goddesses bless mortals with powers, great and small. A world where violence has been largely replaced with sex. A world of sexfighting, romance, magic, and adventure. What follows is a recounting of a story from this land.

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It was on one fine evening that Lura Lialen found herself in the inn of a tiny village, the center of attention, even as the humble half elf adventurer she was, for the village was so tiny that any adventurer at all was a great novelty.

They toasted her and bought her drinks in exchange for stories, which she slowly and haltingly told, being both tired and an inexpert story teller.

Despite all the reasons one might find her uninteresting, however, they adored her here, and as shy as she was, she loved the feeling of belonging.

It was for this reason mainly that when a man burst in screaming, she drew her sword instead of making a run for it as she usually did when facing danger she was uncertain she could best.

With everyone on the edge of their seats, the man managed to calm down enough to explain.

According to him, a vampire has been hounding their caravan since halfway to the village, picking them off one by one. He had the fastest horse, and so rode ahead to warn the nearest settlement and get help.

Of course, all eyes soon turned to Lura, as the only one with a semblance of experience.

Taking a deep breath, Lura considered her options.

Vampires tended to be powerful, even young vampires, and she was not equipped to hunt one.

On the other hand, abandoning the villagers now, in their darkest hour, would be a horrible thing to do. She contemplated it, briefly, but their potential ire and the embarrassment it would bring dissuaded her from that course of action.

"I-I'll help." She said instead, steeling herself and hoping for the best. "Lead the way."

The man nodded, and turned to the door to lead her out. Just then, the door flew off it's hinges, sending him flying and trapping him under it.

A tall, pale, and well-built blonde man entered the door, shaking off the cape of his cloak. The top of his cloak was unbuttoned to reveal a choker with a blood red ruby at its center and a sculpted chest covered in what seemed to be arcane markings, which could also be seen on his bared left forearm.

What captured most of Lura's attention, however, was the sword he was holding in his right hand, and the bloodstains on his cheeks.

Before anyone could react, he reached out to one of the women in the inn, kissing her hand.

"Why, what a beauty you are. Would you care for a dance?" Without waiting for an answer from the woman paralysed by fear and confusion, he pulled her up to her feet and led her in a waltz.

Just when she began to relax a bit, he leaned in and bit her neck, and began to feed.

The woman he held shuddered in pleasure, then again, growing paler with each second. Soon, she slumped, and he dropped her back in her chair. She was deathly pale, and while she was breathing, it was shallow. Her expression, however, was one of rapturous pleasure.

The villagers panicked and started to make for the door, and the vampire moved to intercept them, but then noticed Lura, and the spark all blessed, those who the gods chose to war sexually instead of by violence, have in their eyes.

"Oh? A half elf? And a blessed one! Tell me, dear, what is your name?" He asked as he strode toward her, blade in hand.

"Lura. Lura Lialen." She responded, bringing her own blade into a guard stance.

"Mine is Lucas, and I'll be your partner for tonight." He smirked. "Now, shall we dance?"

He lunged into action, his long, heavy sword batting her slender blade aside, easily shearing through her shirt, and leaving a painful cut across her chest.

It didn't bleed, as she was blessed, and so no mortal weapons could harm her. However, his blade was enchanted with a painstone, meaning that while it couldn't injure her, the blow still hurt.

But instead of hindering her, it left her feeling threatened, and as the adrenaline coursed through her, she lunged right back at him, taking him by surprise and ending with him on the ground and her on top of him.

Lucas smirked, and prepared to bite her, only to gasp as her nimble fingers snuck below her and found his crotch.

Lura knew that a vampire would be blessed, like her, and so their battle was a sexfight, and acted accordingly.

"Hngh~! What an eager slut you are! Why don't you just let me bite you, and feel the pleasure~?" He attempted to convince her, and she hesitated for the slightest of moments, remembering the bliss on the face of the woman he drained.

But then reason reasserted itself, and she undid his belt, grasping his cock directly.

Afraid of his fangs, she occupied them in the only way she knew to - by kissing him.

He found himself moaning as her hands rubbed his cock, but he recollected himself. He was not going to submit to some random half elf adventurer! He was a noble vampire!

And so he grabbed her neck, trying to pull her away from him and expose her neck to his fangs.

His other hand reached for her breast, his nails sharpening into sharp, if short, claws making short work of the rest of her shirt, and roughly carresing her modest chest.

As they pulled, her pulling him into the kiss and him pulling her out of it, their lips remained locked, though the resulting kiss was lukewarm, and not very impressive in any way.

It did mean their eyes stayed focused on each other's, hers full of fear and arousal as he played with her chest, and his full of hunger, annoyance, and lust as her hand inexpertly but vigorously slid across his cock.

He eventually gave up on breaking the kiss by force, instead leaning into it and letting his tongue intrude into Lura's mouth.

The hand, now free, targeted her crotch, but found her pants more difficult to tear than the light fabric of her shirt.

Surprised by the kiss, Lura nonetheless freed her other hand, trying to figure out how to use it against him and finding his nipples.

Lucas gritted his teeth when she played with his nipple, but moaned as her hand started to draw precum from his cock to his own shock.

But while her hands left him moaning, his hands did have an effect on her as well. His now forceful kiss made her gasp for breath, and the way his clawed hand groped her tits, squeezing and pulling on nipples, in addition to the pressure his other hand put on her crotch, left her to get wetter and wetter.

He shoved her away, the two kneeling before each other as they tried to find an opportunity to pin their opponent down. As they considered each other, Lura found herself noticing they were not alone in the room.

While most of the peasantry had already fled, either to brave the winter and seek shelter in another village, or cowering in their homes, the drained woman was still in her seat, not able to move. Similarly, the man who was knocked over by the door was just managing to scramble out from under it.

Suddenly, the vampire lunged, catching Lura by surprise and taking her to the ground. With his strong hands and sharp claws, he tore her pants to shreds, and then delicately undid the string of her panties, smiling lovingly down at her all the while.

She hesitated, again, his genuinely seeming smile clashing with his earlier ferocity, and this hesitation was enough for him to push forward, placing his hands on her chest and her throat as his cock lined up with her pussy.

She grabbed his neck in return with both hands, trying to choke the vampire and to prevent him from draining her should he so desire, but he broke her defenses with a single fast thrust, followed by a dozen more as he claimed her.

"Not so tough now, Lura, are you~?" He smirked, whispering to her as he took his hand off her chest and removed her hands from his neck with ease, holding them in the air as his hand on her throat tightened, choking her.

"And all it took to tame you, you vixen, was a few thrusts." He delighted in toying with her, in the fear in her eyes as he delayed the inevitable moment of his victory when his fangs sank into her neck.

His cock, thick and stiff and long, ravaged her cunt, every thrust deeper and harder than the last. She tried to tighten around him, to make him feel as good as he was making her feel, but his hands on her neck denied any proper thought, and her own hands were caught, meaning that she couldn't even try to loosen the choking pressure on her neck.

He leaned in, his thrusts intensifying even more, leaving her body quaking and trembling as she held off what seemed like an inevitable orgasm.

"Now," he told her, licking his lips in expectation, then baring his fangs, a clear hint of what was to come, savoring the fear in her expression, "I will make you mine. And you will love. Every. Second of it."

Her hands grew weak as she gasped in pleasure and fear and pain, realizing that she couldn't stop him anymore.

Luckily for her, someone else did.

The vampire staggered, his thrusts ceasing and his expression changing to one of shock, as a chair was slammed against his head, breaking and showering Lura with wood splinters.

The man who rode ahead to warn the village stood behind him, bruised and panting, but still defiant.

The vampire sighed with anoyance, and reached out for the man, who stumbled out of the way.

Realizing he couldn't reach the man without standing up and following him, the vampire pulled his cock out of Lura, and with an irrate snarl lunged at him.

Instead of the care and pleasure he had shown the woman he drained, the man received scorn and pain. There was nothing erotic or gentle about the vampire plunging his fangs into the villager's neck, and the man's screams of pain reflected this, even as the vampire seemed revitalized by the blood taken.

Lura could not merely stand by, scrambling for her blade and piercing the vampire with the luststone sword, sending him staggering as he convulsed in pleasure, the blade undoing his sudden revitalization, and more.

The man slipped from his grasp, and started to desperately crawl toward the door.

The vampire turned, slowly and with hatred, to face Lura, only to find her absent, and the door to the backroom of the inn slamming shut.

The vampire kicked the crawling man to the side, picked up his blade, and approached the door. It was locked from the inside with a latch, but that was no issue for him as he threw it open just like he did the door to the inn.

As the door slammed into he opposite wall, breaking a window and falling through it, he found a small kitchen and a door leading further back.

Lura stood, heart hammering in her chest, hidden in a closet in the kitchen, hearing his footsteps, as they went toward the door.

And then they stopped, and turned around, heading straight to her.

When she judged they were close enough, she threw the doors open and made a blind slash with her sword, but while the doors forced him back, he deflected her blade with ease.

Aware he was the better swordsman between them, she rushed at him. He was expecting her this time, however, and pinned her wrists to the wall.

She reacted to this with a headbutt, and ran while he stumbled away. She didn't make it far, however, as he closed the distance and lifted her up by her hips.

With her hanging in the air, and, as he presumed, helpless, he dove into her pussy, humming as he ravenously ate her out.

As he lifted her upside down, something she has completely forgotten about slipped out from under her collar. A necklace. It was a simple design, kept solely because it was a memento of her elven mother.

It was also, more importantly, made of silver, which was a known aphrodisiac to vampires.

With a plan forming in her mind even as his tongue mercilessly lashed her clit, she twisted. She could reach his cock with both of her hands, though barely and at an awkward angle, and so she undid her necklace, wrapped it around his cock, pulled it tight, and started moving it up and down the base, effectively jerking him off with the addition of a silver chain around his cock.

The results were instantaneous. He screamed in shock and arousal, leaking precum with every pump, and stood there, paralysed by pleasure and shock, even his tongue stilled in her pussy.

Eventually, even through the pleasure, he mustered up the will power to drop her, and she landed hard, barely managing to interpose her hands to prevent getting dropped on her neck.

He was in no position to make use of the opening, however, stumbling and desperately clawing at his cock until he managed to grab the chain and throw it out of the broken window.

As he was busy doing that, Lura got back to her feet and lunged, bringing the hapless vampire to the ground. Once she had him in this position, she sucked him off.

Lucas was in trouble now. Getting stabbed with luststone and the silver handjob left him struggling not to cum, and now she was sucking him off, her tongue running over his swollen cock still raw and sensitive from the silver.

But despite all that, he wasn't done yet. He couldn't muster the strength, physical or mental, to shove her away, but he could trap her head by crossing his muscular thighs behind her neck and grabbing her head, throat fucking her.

Their battle concentrated into this confrontation - if she could make him cum, it would leave him weakened and defenseless, and allow her to finish him off relatively safely.

If he managed to choke her to the point she grew weak, it would be her at his mercy as he drains her.

And so he thrust into her and pulled her head down with thighs and hands, and she sucked and licked and rubbed her teeth on his cock.

In a final crescendo, he managed to trap her completely, shoving her against his crotch strongly enough to force her nose against his skin, blocking that avenue of breathing as well.

But it was too late, and she made him cum, an enormous load shooting into her mouth.

His climax left him weakened, which allowed her to wrench herself out of his leglock. She swallowed a few times, caught her breath, and dove for her sword.

Before he could get up, she slashed at his prone form with the lust-causing blade, leaving him gasping as she tore his clothes to shreds and left his pale skin covered in pink lines.

When she was convinced he was in no state to resist anymore, she once more knelt down next to him, putting her hands on his cock and jerking him off once more, eager to quickly finish him off before he has a chance to recover.

He moaned and gasped and twitched, trying desperately to stop her, to retaliate in some way, but she was out of reach, and the previous fight as well as her thorough attack with her blade left him unable to even muster up the energy to sit up.

And so she milked him once more, leaving him on the cusp of unconsciousness, completely defeated.

Unsure of what to do now, she grabbed some rope and tied him to a chair to give herself some time, and then sank into a chair of her own, glad for getting to rest for a while and not getting drained.