The effects of the paralysis begin to fade. I perform a Hitpoint check immediately. My HP is 9 out of 22. Better being half-dead than entirely dead. I wonder what happens when you die in this world. Do you respawn as an undead zombie? That was the case in one former game experience I played. It was lame to be honest. The brain cravings kept me up for days, not to mention that nothing can prepare you for the psychological effects of smelling like a rotting corpse all day.

"Wake up," a sweet, friendly voice urges me. It's hard to resist.

Slowly, I open my eyes, but my vision is still blurry. Fuck, I'm still inside the cavern, tied up now. I wonder what happened to my vampire friend, Nestor. Obviously, we didn't win.

"Don't worry," Ambrosia reassures me with her warm, buttery voice. "Your master is in expert hands," she points with her index finger at the ceiling where I see Nestor hanging with his head down, tied up with silver chains and a wooden stake shoved near his heart. "You know, Nestor and I were very close in the past. I could never harm him or his playthings."

The tooltip above Nestory notifies me that he is paralyzed, but still alive.

I get another notification: You have been Charmed.

"I thought you wanted to kill him," I tell her. My vision becomes clear now and I can see her. And by the Great Administrator, she's truly gorgeous. Her skin is white, pale, and waxy, perfect like an expensive avatar. Everything is flawless, her face, her hair, her purple eyes. Beautiful. They look like perfect gemstones staring back at me.

She approaches me and sniffs my bruised, naked chest. Like a hungry cat, she purrs near my ears, then goes down and licks my bloodied wounds. My face becomes red and I moan softly from the pain, yet I don't want her to stop.

She stands up and looks at the hanging Nestor. "Now, its time the ritual begins!" She claps her hands in amusement.

Although paralyzed, Nestor can still talk. Probably because he's no ordinary vampire, but a Lord. "Ambrosia, you idiot. I don't know who this guy is."

"Oh, really?" She hisses back at him then stares at me. "Tell me, child, what's this guy to you?"

"He's my friend, Nestor," I tell her in absolute naturalness, emphasizing the word friend.

"I knew it," Ambrosia grins smugly.

"The fool has been charmed!" Nestor moans, still in pain from the silver and the stake.

"Take him," Ambrosia orders the two ghouls that had attacked me earlier.

They jack me and pull me under Nestor. Then, two other ghouls turn the pulley and lower him, till our heads are a few inches away.

"Vampires who take particular interest in a mortal being may allow the human to take a taste of their own blood. This ritual is seldom practiced. In fact, Lamia, our previous Vampire Queen forbid it. I know only of a few vampires that would dare to do something like that and she would punish them in the most agonizing way."

"What happened to her?" I dare to ask while staring at my friend hanging above me.

"Nestor and a few others raided her Vampire Castle and killed her. Several of my comrades met the same fate. I was wise enough to retreat with my ghouls and some of my vampire warriors. Those who stayed behind became ash and fertilize the soil now."

"Well, what does all this have to do with me? If there's a ritual that needs to be performed, then go on. I like Role Playing, but I'm getting a bit bored right now. Is there a way to skip the cutscenes?"

"Silence," she commands me and I obey. I cannot resist her.

A new notification again: You have been Dominated!

"Untie him," she orders her ghouls and that's what they do.

Free from my shackles now, I wait for her next command patiently, as her loyal servant.

"It is said, that when a sorcerer drinks the blood of a vampire, vampiric magic permeates their blood and their own being. I've never seen it and it's hard to find sorcerers here, but you are the ideal candidate. What do you say, up for a little experimentation?" She bites her lips and shows off her fangs. They are slightly larger than Nestor's but sit perfectly between her lush lips.

"Glad I can be of help!" I give her my sexiest smile back.

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"Stand still, raise your head and open your mouth."

Reflexively, I obey her to the best of my abilities.

She approaches, and with her forefinger cuts the throat of Nestor. Coppery red blood gushes out in surges and falls inside my mouth. Thick and strong, the cool, salty liquid flows down my throat.

"Drink it," she commands me again and I gulp desperately, trying now not to leave a single drop to waste.

After a few moments, I'm inside a pool of blood, but the stream is slower now, weaker. To my surprise, Nestor's cut has been slowly healing and he's still alive. Well, technically speaking he is dead, but you get what I mean.

I feel my stomach ready to burst, then a coldness expands throughout my body, reaching the fingers of my limbs. My Neural Control Interface notifies me: Vampiric Bloodline obtained. I dismiss it and I get a second one: You obtained Dark Vision.

Ok, that's cool. Now I get to see clearly inside this dark cavern.

"Do you feel different now?" Ambrosia asks me with her warm voice.

"No, but I obtained Dark Vision," I tell her while staring at her heaving chest.

With a soft hum of pleasure, she suddenly plunges her incisors deep within the flesh on my wrist. Hot-white pain flushes through my arm, up to my neck. For a split second I commend the developers for the realistic sensations coded into the game. The pain is unlike anything I've ever experienced in a game and I grind my teeth to endure it. Beads of blood rise to the surface and collect in her open mouth, which are quickly removed with a flick of her tongue. Ambrosia offers another hum of delight before withdrawing to look up at me.

"It reminds me of Nestor's but better," she tells me. "I might actually enjoy this."

Then, she moves behind me and plunges her fangs inside my neck. The same white-hot pain pulses in my neck and expands through my shoulder to the rest of my body. The pain is exponentially worse than the bite on the wrist. I let out a groan, my head falling against Ambrosia's shoulder. The vampire's kiss causes me to feel heavy and sluggish, my limbs as heavy as lead. My vision blurs and suddenly a warm sensation floods my entire body, shooting straight towards my shaft. Through blurred vision, I watch as it hardens at its maximum length, twitching and throbbing for release.

Ambrosia's hands glide around my waist to grip my length within her palms, her fingers toying with the pre-cum. Her breath brushes against my ear as she strokes me. All I can focus on is the floral scent of her hair and the way her hands feel on my skin. Amidst my drunken lust, I begin to understand that her vampire kiss serves as an aphrodisiac; which explains my sudden sluggishness and inebriated state.

Absently, my hips begin to move with her strokes, soft moans escaping my lips.

"You want release?" She asks in a mocking tone.

I nod in response.

"Too bad, you'll have to wait until I'm satisfied with you."

My body is shoved forward and my limbs scramble to avoid face-planting into the stone floor. I turn to face her, and her hands begin to caress her body seductively; her purple eyes glittering in the dim light of the cavern like jewels.

She strips off her clothes before me and her servants, and involuntarily my breath catches in my throat. Ambrosia's slender shoulders dip into her wide, pronounced pair of plump breasts; perky and inviting. Little, pink nipples sit slightly outward on each breast, visibly erect. Her wide hips accentuate her stature, then dipping again into her long, pale legs. Excitement rushes through me, and I must look like a drooling fool by how focused I am on her gorgeous, curvy body. Even the servants can't turn their gaze from their master's naked form.

Ambrosia descends on me, her hot mouth enveloping my entire shaft. Her lips are tight around me as she begins to suck me, the tip grazing the opening of her throat. Her eyes lock on mine as she starts to bob her head, her tongue swirling around my twitching cock in swift motions. Never in my virtual life have I had such a reaction in my avatar. Shudders rock through my body as her sucking motions escalate, a hot pressure building within my groin. I exhale in pleasure, closing my eyes to completely immerse myself in the sensations.

Suddenly, she withdraws and orders me to lie down. Without any hesitation I do as I'm told and slide onto the cool rocky floor. I watch as she spreads her legs over me, lowering herself onto me until I can feel the heat of her entrance grazing me. Over her shoulder, I see Nestor stealing glances at us. Though I pay no mind to him as she takes me in, and I am plunged inside her.

My mouth stretches open in a mixture of surprise and pleasure, her hot embrace clinging to my shaft mercilessly. She plants her hands on my chest and begins to rock her hips; her gaze never turning away from me. With each rock, the pressure quickly builds within me. My hips desperately mash up against hers to further my pleasure, like scratching an itch that is nearly impossible to reach. My chest rises and my breath quickens, and my mistress starts to moan.

"Getting close already?" Ambrosia laughs between moans, her breasts bouncing with our rocking bodies. Her hands grip her own breasts as she bounces on top of me, and I take the opportunity to set my hands on her waist, running my fingertips along her cool skin.

"Yes, master," I pant, my head tilting backward against the stone floor. I plunge myself inside her with all my might, and I can feel that my climax is approaching rapidly. It isn't long before I reach my apex, my fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs.

Ecstasy rolls through me, and for a moment I see stars. Though it is probably her jewel-like eyes looking down at me, accompanied by a small smirk as I start to come. Spurts of my seed shoot deep inside her, my muscles tensing with all the exertion I'm using. The sensation is better than any cheaply made pornography game that I've played; my nerves shocked and vitalized, freshly dipped into a new, earth-shattering sensation that I've never felt before.

The moment is swiftly interrupted as Ambrosia withdraws herself, rivulets of my seed running down her thighs. I take a few minutes to recover before scrambling to my feet; the deadpan gazes of Nestor and Ambrosia's servants suddenly sobering me back to reality.

Though I'm not intoxicated by the vampire kiss anymore, my status bar still says that I am Dominated. I still feel a pull to please my new mistress, especially the one who has essentially taken my avatar's virginity.

"Did I assist you, master?" I ask, seeking her approval.

"Yes, you did," she tells me while staring at Nestor with a smug expression.