“Yes, Farah, you are doing great today!” I sighed. The human girl lets her nimble tongue slip through my fruitful cunt, greedily sucking all the sweet juice that flows out of it.
It is now one year that I put a jinx on the previously chaste, piously woman that is now no longer capable of stopping pleasing me without my permission.
I found the beautiful blonde pastor daughter when she was 20 years old, her blue eyes with the innocent look in them left no choice to me, I had to make her my servant!
Now under the jinx her eyes changed. Sometimes they still have the look of the shy, pure girl in them but most of the time they show eagerness and greed.
Only thinking of it brings me to the edge of orgasm, and now, as her eyes take that cute look in them again, my lust slops over.
I arch my back and let off a scream as I climax. I suck up all the warmth and light in the room so when I sink back in my throne the hall is dark and freezingly cold for everyone but me. I just enjoy the dark. I just enjoy the cold. And I enjoy Farah. “Thank you Farah, you were very good today. I expect you to keep up on this level for the next time. You can go now.”, I command the girl that is two years older than me. Farah stands up, curtsies and smiles, exults, “I wish I could keep pleasing you all day, mistress!” and heads out of the room.

Yes, the life of a vampire duchess has its perks. Even more than most humans think. They think of vampires as dangerous but ill-fated creatures, that need to suck the blood of other living things to survive, that fear the light and an idle god.
We let them in this believes so they would be feared more of the brutal orcs, he elegant elves and the huge trolls… races that are too vain to hide their powers from mankind (actually I won’t blame the trolls on this as it is hard to hide if you are twelve foot tall).
But actually we vampires are more powerful than any of these other races. Our jinxes are the strongest magic known and we have great physical strength. We don’t need the proteins from the blood to survive, we suck it because we can absorb the power of our prey. We don’t live in the dark because we fear the light, we can absorb the light as well, and create darkness by this. The human faith can’t affect us in any way (I remember Farah and her father hugging and begging for god to save them in their last clear moments, and still Farah now is my property). And we have many other powers, too much to count. In other words: We vampires are the strongest and best species that exist. But due to the extreme underestimation by humans, whenever they find villages without a living soul in it, they will mostly blame it on the elves.
Our only real weakness is silver as it restrains our magic, what causes us to lose control over affected body parts. When I was two years old my parents, descendants of the two mightiest vampire families that subsist, explained to me what silver does to a vampires body. If it is applied to the arms or hands, we get weaker, applied to legs or feet it slows us down, applied to the torso it keeps us from absorbing energy, applied to the neck it keeps us from casting jinxes and applied to the head it can obscure our mind or even strike us unconscious.
I hate that metal. One time when I raided a village an inhabitant stabbed my back with a silver dagger when I was overwhelmed by blood thirst. I felt as weak as a human for almost a day, I was unable to run faster than 15 mph, couldn’t jump properly and I were so hungry that I needed to eat every hour. The hunger that is caused by silver is the worst feeling that exists. It spreads from the area affected by silver to all over the body, until you can’t think of anything else than eating. It’s so strong that sucking blood isn’t enough to satisfy it oftenly so you need to eat whole deers or bears. Only thinking of it makes me shudder. I need some deflection.
“Mayor, would you please get Brentley in here? My shallow mind craves for his artistry today.” The old vampire that I just refer to as ‘Mayor’ takes a bow and heads out of the hall. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in the inside of the tight-lipped butler who has lived five centuries and now keeps house for a duchess that counts only twentytwo years.
But that is how our society works. Not the vampires that are old and experienced are in charge, the ones with the strongest capability of magic are (and I am expected to become the most powerful vampiress that ever lived when my age crosses hundred years). This is necessary as magic is what our empire founds on. Our castles are built by magic, our lower servants are controlled by and fed with magic, our enemies are fought with magic.
Our enemies… Three years ago the three big orc tribes united under leadership of an orc called “Yerug The Wise”. A wise orc? Ridicolous. The orcs are uncivilized, dirty and crude, and so are their minds. And they are lusty. They treat their women like they were of another species, I would never come to the idea to treat a vampire like I treat Farah or her fate companions, who are not allowed to leave the castle, have leisure time or even eat without my permission. The orcs however cage their women, they beat them, they kill them if they don’t obey, they see them only as pieces of meat with some holes in them. Just as they do with women of other species.
Under Yerug’s leadership they rebel against the empire ruled by my father. This year it already happened four times that orcs made their way into my castle. They were ugly, noisy and they stunk. Yet it was a pleasure to see how the life faded out of their eyes when I drunk from their blood.

As Mayor comes back to the throne room I spend most of my days in he is followed by a young human dragging a cart full of utensil for drawings and paintings. Brentley is a talented artist and serves me by drawing paintings and portrayals to adorn the castle; he also designs some of the halls.
The special thing with Brentley is that I didn’t even jinx him to work for me. Neither he is a slave. He does it all by himself. It wouldn’t work else anyway as art arises from human (and elfin) souls. A controlled mind could create an artful painting as bungling as an orc or a vampire would(Well, WE at least are capable of understanding and enjoying the arts but the orcs… I think I already mentioned that…). Brentley lives for his art and for him I am the personification of muse. That is the reason he is loyal to me.
“What a honor to catch sight of your royal highness today, Duchess.”, Brentley starts flattering while he plucks his mustache. “Oh Brentley, please don’t fawn over me!”, I repel. Brentley raises his purring voice again and he doesn’t seem to want to stop. “I am only speaking out the truth, Duchess. You look beatiful today.”, he states. I can see Mayor shaking his head disgusted over Brentleys flattering.
“Well, I guess your royal highness demands to be portrayed today? Yes, of course, you chose a beautiful dress for it.”, Brentley answers his own question. He refers to my favourite dress, the crow dress. It is a dark purple one-piece dress made out of crow feathers that covers my body from bosom to half way between hip and knees. My enormous, magnificient breasts are only halfway covered by it, my shoulders, arms, hands, lower legs and feet are entirely bare. “Oh yes, Brentley, this is exactly what I was thinking of!” I respond and wave to Mayor to signalize him to leave the room. I cast a jinx so the torches would ignite in bright purple flames. I want Brentley to depicture my majesty as well as my femininity, I already thought about a pose I would take.
I prop my right elbow on the right rest of my throne, position my chin on my finger backs, lift my left leg and clutch the left throne rest with my left foot.