She was lying within a large tub of warm blood completely nude.

Around her, darkly clad maidens were slitting the throats of men and allowing the blood to spurt upon her.

She cupped her palms and took a handful before releasing it over her ginger hair. The warm gooiness seemed to calm her down as the ritual slaughter continued.

“Enjoying yourself?”

She turned to see Trayhas staring from the large wooden door.

“Kind of. Why not join me?”

He smiled, removing the customary dark cloak before stepping into the tub. He clapped the maidens away as Hollandia stared at him.

“Something on your mind?”

“Just a nagging doubt my love. These baths of yours will surely attract attention.”

“Never mind Trayhas. You worry too much.”

“How many now have you taken?”

She closed her eyes and quickly counted.

“Not more than twenty fit young men.”

“The locals are certainly not going to like that.”

“Who cares about those filthy creeps? We are superior or have you forgotten?”

He shook his head and stretched out his manly legs.

“They can still be ruddy dangerous as well you know.”

“We are protected by forty foot walls my love. There is no way they could storm us.”

“I’m not so sure. Mortals can be pretty ingenious.”

She threw a palm full of blood into his eyes and splashed her breasts with the lewd fluid.

“Are we going to sit here just arguing as we do?”

Trayhas saw that alluring look within the diabolical eyes and slid himself forward. He achieved a kneeling position before pulling her hidden thighs apart.

“You are so hot sometimes,” she hissed.

He slid closer until his rising manhood squelched its way into the bloody dell, as she countered the move. Their bodies were now locked together as she stared into his eyes.

“Fancy some sport later?”

“With your loyal maidens?”

She slapped his shoulder.

“Not them silly. The local boys tend to hunt for rabbit inside our forest. We could teach them what folly is all about.”

Trayhas liked the idea. Such a show of force could keep the populace of their inhuman backs.

She grabbed his buttocks and pulled hard, guaranteeing complete entry. He closed his eyes as she did all the work for a change.

“Don’t you dare climax too early,” she warned. “After over a century you should be able to control yourself.”

“So you would think my love but that is not so easy sitting in a bath of blood.”

She pushed and slid harder as his manhood jerked spasmodically inside her. Trayhas enjoyed it immensely as spasms turned into excruciating pleasure.

Then she suddenly stopped.

“Stand up now!”

Without asking why he pulled free and did so, his erection hanging overhead.

“Now you will enjoy this bit,” she purred before giggling.

She grabbed the member rather tightly and taking a palm began rubbing at the exposed head quickly. Trayhas gasped with sexual
shock at this unusual turn of events as she watched for the impending eruption.

“You are jolly good at this,” he stammered as he tried to hold himself off.

“Aren’t I always dear?”

She jerked harder and the inevitable happened. As the seed of procreation splattered her hair, she cooed for all she was worth.

“Now we play hide and seek with the mucky kids,” she said playfully.

Trayhas nodded even as his droop got underway. However, his dark mind had a strange feeling about this hunt.

The beings of darkness arrived silently from the sky and crept across the leaf strewn forest floor.

“I can sense one of them,” he whispered.

Hollandia dashed behind a tree as a rather lanky lad of fourteen walked through the glade armed with his trusty bow.

“Looking for rabbits again,” she hissed.

The lad must have heard her, for he suddenly stopped and scanned the darkness.

“Who’s there?”

The monsters remained silent as he peered in vain.

“Must be my imagination,” the lad said strutting onward.

Trayhas dragged his willing companion around the trunk as the lad passed, pointing about fifty yards further on.

“See that rabbit? I bet he gets it.”

She watched as the lad spotted the bunny and knelt quietly. He slipped an arrow into the bow and aimed at the defenceless animal.

Moments later the bunny lay dead and he dashed forward to pick it up.

“Mom will be pleased.”

He turned as the couple stepped into full view.

“That is poaching my lad,” Trayhas reminded him.

The startled youth gazed at the bloody skin and stepped backwards.

“You should be frightened by us,” Hollandia said. “We own these woods and the murdered rabbit.”

The youth dropped his catch and frantically attempted to slide an arrow into the bow, but Trayhas struck first.

He lunged forward and smashed the bow in two before raising the lad high above his immortal head.

“What shall we do with him?”

Hollandia thought for a moment and pointed to the nearest trunk.

“Give the lad a headache.”

Trayhas did just that. He walked over and suddenly spun around, smashing the lad’s skull against the thick trunk. As the body went limp, he tossed him onto the soft earth.

“Leave him here for the locals to find. They should reach the correct conclusion.”

She smiled at his ruthlessness. After all, this was not what she had intended.

He started to walk toward the nearby village when he stopped and turned.

“What’s holding you up?”

“I just want a memento my love.”

She pulled the arrow free and approached her fanged lover quickly.
As he waited for a kiss, the head was plunged into his chest.

Hollandia opened her eyes and saw that Trayhas was wide-awake.

“What did I just experience?”

“Part of my life my dear. I survived that strike and took hellish revenge.”

“What did you do to her?”

“Tore her head off. What do you think?”

She stretched as the dark cloak was wrapped around his inhuman body.

“I was hoping for something else first.”

Trayhas turned and pulled the cloak free.

“I was rather hoping that you were.”

He laughed before throwing himself on top and doing what he knew best.

To be continued...

Have not written 6 yet..Health probs intervening...