Play Twelve: Vampire Hunter
NSFW/MDNI
Ailuin and Glasha's troupe encounter a vampire hunter, providing them with a rush of inspiration for a brand new play!
Kinks for this chapter include: Biting, gunplay, coitus, blowjobs, and choking.
Onyx Thinblade closed in on the camp. He was armed to the silver capped teeth with wooden stakes and sanctified bullets loaded in his rifle. You have to understand that the world of vampire hunting is not very lucrative. At the most, itâs like a hobby for some. But for the independently wealthy like Onyx, itâs a lifestyle. Heâd been tracking the perverse nosferatu and their mind-controlled slaves since Camland East. He found the elf vampire, with the orc leech nowhere to be seen, outside of the city of Glasstown, outside of their caravans, cooking up thick slices of meat over a roaring fire. He supposed that they had to keep their bloodbags healthy and well fed, right?
There was a mess of creatures outside. A goblin played a harmonica; a weird, diminutive circus freak strummed a little lute; a slime monster in the shape of a human woman did a jerky sort of dance, the flames reflected on her semi-transparent blue form; a third newborn vampire woman strummed on a guitar; and all the while, a disembodied womanâs head sang. Oftentimes, vampires have childlike fascinations with circuses and freak shows. Onyx Thinblade considered that these vampires might be of that stripe of odd. Child-brained immortals with quirks. Though it would hardly matter. The whole camp would have to be purified and the ground salted. There was no more waiting, no more stalking; the time was now.
Onyx blew into the camp with his rifle raised, but before he could make another move. Jessup made a startled noise, pulled out a pistol on him, and fired twice. Both shots hit with deadly accuracy, blowing out the crown of the vampire hunterâs head.
âWell, what did you do that for?â chastised Daisy Parkinson.
âHe scared the shit out of me!â shouted Jessup, shaking. âHe came out of the dark with a gun.â
âOzol,â muttered Glasha as she exited the caravan. âWeâll have to search his pockets.â
Glasha walked over and found that Onyx was wearing a holy idol necklace, some kind of elven fertility thing that burned when she touched it; however, in place of the typical beads meant to represent prayers were a series of strung together vampire fangs.
âOh, dammit,â she winced when the pain of holding onto the idol became too much for her fingers. âCan someone who isnât undead take this?â
She gestured down at the necklace that rested in a pile on the corpse. Vial scampered over to the body and picked up the idol and held it above his head like it was some grand prize.
âWell,â said Glasha. âThanks for dealing with the vampire hunter. I would have hated to crush another one to death.â
âHave you had to deal with them a lot?â asked Jessup.
âA few would get into the cave we were living in and try to mess with us,â said Ailuin. âFew of them ever made it past The Bane of the West.â
Ailuin gestured at his towering muscle wife as she lifted up the hunterâs corpse before shaking it to see what loose change and goods fell out of its pockets.
âPersonally,â said Ailuin. âI think they have some kind of disgusting chaser fetish for vampires. They go out hunting for us in the hopes of getting bit, turned, and potentially fucking us.â
âI feel like itâd just be easier to ask,â said Jessup.
âYou would think, but people have to be so damn cryptic and odd about things,â said Glasha as she started to strip the clothes off of the corpse.
âWhy are you taking his clothes?â asked Jessup.
âHeâs of a comparable size to my husband,â said Glasha. âAnd I think heâd look incredibly sexy in this black leather coat.â
Ailuin smiled and started laughing to himself like a lovesick schoolgirl whose crush acknowledged them. They both made Jessup sick. Then Ailuinâs expression dropped and he produced a leather bound notebook and started jotting down ideas.
âHas inspiration struck you, knife ears?â asked Glasha.
âIt has, beloved,â said Ailuin. âA grand epic. Enemies who become lovers and have life threatening sex with each other."
âThere is one issue,â said Slime. âGlasstownâs memory is as long as we are old. They remember the orgy. They will not allow us entry.â
âGlasstownâs probably over all of that,â said Glasha, waving her hand.
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Glasstownâs automatons had become more advanced and more mustachioed since theyâd last visited centuries prior. They did not budge as the cast and crew approached the main gate to what was now known as âSatellite Originâ. It was the original Glasstown, which was connected to three subsequent cities, all of which were contained beneath glass domes like snowglobes and connected via railroad.
âYou are not permitted within our borders,â said the Automaton. âHave a pleasant day, traveller.â
âWhat do you mean, metal man!? We demand an audience with your mayor!â shouted Glasha.
âIt is by order of the Mayorâs office that Ailuin and Glasha of the Jagged Fang are not permitted entry into the cities,â said the Automaton. âHave a pleasant day, traveller.â
âMaybe Iâll come back here with some fucking nitroglycerine and blow this whole goddamn city up!â shouted Glasha.
âIs that a threat, traveller?â asked the Automaton.
âNo, no,â said Ailuin, stepping between his wife and the eight-foot-tall monster made out of copper and powered by steam. âShe just gets heated, just a little heated, you understand, weâll be on our way.â
Everyone marched across the ancient bridge that separated Glasstown from the wider world and back towards the caravan on the outskirts of everything.
âI just donât understand why theyâre being so bullheaded,â said Glasha. âTheyâre paranoid and violent, those lot.â
Ailuin bit his tongue.
âI wouldnât be too upset about it,â said Jessup. âTheyâve been under a kind of self-imposed siege of sorts for decades. The hoi polloi of the city think that they can keep neutral and free of war if they keep a few people from coming in and out.â
âMost of us arenât warriors,â said Ailuin. âWeâre actors.â
âI am a breaker of kingdoms,â said Glasha. âBut yes, largely weâre actors.â
âI would slaughter entire towns for you, my love,â said Ailuin, his breath heavy.
Glasha scooped up her husband and proceeded to carry him bridal style across the bridge. Their dialogue and behavior disgusted and disturbed Jessup. But, they were jealous because they too wanted to be hefted up like luggage.
âAll of that aside,â said the cradled Ailuin. âWe need to work out what our plan of action is. We canât go to Glasstown. But I also donât want to go the distance to Rexington.â
âWe could always do the religious zealot special,â said Jessup. âWe could set up a stage at the caravan. Buy a bunch of chairs. Yâknow? If you build it, they will come.â
âIf we build it, they will come,â repeated Ailuin, with emphasis.
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The night of the play opened up with a decently sized crowd of people from the cities of Glasstown. A few cloak-and-dagger types in the literal sense. A lot of them wore thick coats and big hats to hide their identities from one another and the showrunners. Though the latter didnât especially care about who they were.
Vial cut across the stage, wearing the Elven fertility idol that heâd retrieved from the vampire hunterâs corpse. The inherent magic has a peculiar impact on him; he found that he was now capable of maintaining an erection without passing out. Vial stepped onto the stage with a thick, frightening boner, and it wagged back and forth as he trotted, swinging wildly as he made his points in his little jokes. Nobody laughed. Both because it wasnât funny, but they were, as a group, hypnotized by the minogoblinâs erection.
âAnyways,â said Vial after finishing his bit. âTonightâs show is about how we can mend bridges and come together. Overcoming strife and things like thatâŠAll through the power of sex.â
He rushed off stage, and the crowd followed the bobbing of his cockhead as it bounced with every step.
The curtains parted, and the audience was treated to the tableaux of a fog-shrouded graveyard. Ailuin was dressed in the dead hunterâs leather hat and duster. The pants had been swapped out for a pair of black silk trousers that revealed the outline of Ailuinâs lust-engorged member.
The fog became a column at the opposite end of the stage, and from the rough plum emerged Glasha. They decided to go all black for her look as well. Black lipstick, dark eyeshadow that made her eyes glow, and sheâd decided to dress in a black velour dress that had a long slit along the left leg that terminated at her hip and a deep cut along the chest that revealed her generous cleavage, then there was the lack of sleeves, displaying the impressive pythons that she called arms.
âItâs the end of the line, Beatrix,â said Ailuin, levelling a pistol at her. âIf you surrender now, we can end things quickly.â
Glasha used her vampiric powers to drift across the stage in a rather elegant display of supernatural power. She seized Ailuin by the wrist and guided the barrel of the gun along the deep V of the dress. Moving it slowly between her breasts so it briefly rested against her heart. Ailuin made a low hiss, and his eyes followed where she led the business end of his gun. Gradually, she leveled the gun with her lips and kissed the barrel.
âHoly shit,â muttered Ailuin.
âYou better believe it,â said Glasha.
She tossed the gun aside and lifted Ailuin off his feet by his neck. Ailuinâs cock was throbbing with anticipation as she applied just a little bit more pressure. It had been a while since they both experimented with breathplay (which they found rather difficult, considering they didnât really need to breathe, but the imagery of them choking each other was fun for them.)
âNaturally,â said Glasha, applying pressure and making her husband produce a series of feigned choking noises. âI could justâŠtear your fucking head off and drink from the spirting fountain of blood there. But I get the feeling thereâs something else youâd rather I suck. Ammiright?â
With her free hand and powerful muscles, she tore away the silken trousers, causing his erection to flop out and stand at attention for her. She took the tip of his member in her mouth and gradually eased it into her mouth, bobbing up and down and sliding along the length. While she sucked him off, she looked up and watched the mixture of pain and pleasure evident on her husbandâs face. It was one of the things she was looking forward to in the scene. She figured it out centuries ago that part of the reason she was so enthusiastic about being cucked by her husband was that she was using him as something of a proxy. Ailuinâs pleasure wasnât just his pleasure; it was hers. His cock wasnât just his cock, it was her cock.
Her free hand moved down and between her legs. She sank a pair of fingers inside herself and began to aggressively finger herself in time with her head moving up and along the length.
Eventually, though, she grew tired of the awkward angle she held her husband in and released her grip on his throat. He fell to the ground in a pile and gripped his throat, making loud, fake coughing. Glasha ceased fingering herself and pulled her dressâs skirt to the side, revealing her dripping pussy to her husband.
âGo ahead, hunter, stake a vampire,â said Glasha.
Ailuin didnât need to be told twice. He rushed over to his wife and pinned her up against a wooden tombstone, sinking the full length of his cock inside her. The result was that they threw their heads back in hungry moans. Glasha grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled him close, burying his face in her cleavage. One, because she knew that her husband was obsessed with her breasts, but also to hide the very prominent vampire fangs that he had. Canât break audience immersion. Ailuin used his vampiric strength to hold his wife up as she wrapped her legs around him.
Ailuin rolled his hips and pulled himself free of her cleavage. He took one of his hands off of her so he could pull the fabric back and reveal her breasts before taking them in his mouth and hungrily sucking.
Glasha made a heavy, moaning, interrupted laugh, âSeems I'm not the only one itching for a suck.â
She took a hand off him and pushed him back before leaning in to kiss and bite at his neck, sucking his vampire blood for real to make herself stronger in the moment.
Neither could stand it any longer, and they both reached climax together with Ailuinâs cold cum flooding inside her and spilling onto the ground for all the audience to see.
Ailuin and Glasha were left holding each other for a fraction of a moment; the entire world was just the two of them. Theyâd ceased thinking about the audience and pushed each other into a kiss that was long and rough and not very audience-friendly.Â
