The winds buffeted him, snatching and pulling at the rather ragged clothing he was wearing, but he was unconcerned, his less that reputable clothing was necessary for what he was about to do.
He had traipsed through the back alleys and side streets of Kings Landing, through the darkness, moving from shadow to shadow, lightly mazing anyone he came across to forget seeing his passing.
Until he had reached his destination for his evening's entertainment, the grand Motherhouse of Mother Elinor, among one of the smaller Motherhouses in Kings Landing, but one which contained a deliciously generous sample of younger Septa's.
Not only that, but the precepts of this Motherhouse also demanded that each Septa sleep in an individual cell, perfect for the variegated purposes of this visit.
He had become aware of this place after one of his agents had visited the place on a totally. unconnected matter and his curiosity had been piqued.
Being supplied with as much cunt as he could fuck and with his sanguineous meals on demand was all well and good, and he certainly enjoyed this, but he was wamphyri, and the drive to hunt and revel in the experiences of a good hunt were impossible to ignore.
His vampire would get its due, one way or the other, and he had found that denying his symbiote for too long was never a good idea, for it tended to become. uncontrollable and imposed its will in situations that oft caused him regret and, in some cases, actual danger. And so he had long learned the lesson of keeping his vampire leech well fed and indulged in as wide a range of its favorite pastimes as possible. Though within reason, for his leech was greedy for all the possible experiences that being a wamphyri could bring and could thus be careless at times.
This was the second time he was visiting this particular Motherhouse to indulge, his first visit being over a month ago, or a moon as they referred to it on Planetos. And from what he had discovered he knew that this particular venue would provide him a sustainable source of enjoyment and sustenance.
He had been particularly fond of young, novice nuns back on earth, finding a special delight in spoiling and corrupting them. He had especially liked leaving behind something of himself, enjoying the aftereffects of his nature writing itself anew in the once innocent flesh of the formerly holy sisters.
Ahh, he had enjoyed himself immensely among a number of nunneries scattered around the lands of the former Wallachia and later Romania, often even travelling for several days to reach the more distant and isolated of convents. As it had been something he had enjoyed so much while on earth he saw no reason to not continue this agreeable pastime here on Planetos
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Though he would restrict himself and not create any offspring of his blood or flesh, from the unions he would enjoy, at least not for now and not in Kings Landing.
He had clambered up onto the roof of the structure easily enough, his endlessly plaint flesh shaping itself into suckers to enabling him to scale the walls of the Motherhouse until he was perched atop the roof.
The reason for this was that the individual chambers of the novices were here, on the top floor and just under the sloped, slate roof.
Letting his mind probe the ether he selected his partner for the nights activities and slid his will into the girl's mind, grinning and feeling his fangs lengthen in his mouth in an unconscious, almost reflexive response.
He moved slowly, quietly along the roof until he came to the correct window, which slowly opened outwards, slim, petite, pale hands pushing the window frame out quietly, so as not to alert anyone.
He swung himself inside into the small, rather cramped space, careful to make as little noise as possible.
The novice stood facing him, her face blank and pale, but her eyes were standing out in her head, terror and fear evident as they darted around, seeming to want to escape looking directly at him.
Turning he closed the window gently behind him, before turning back to the girl, an attractive looking young blonde, with a twist of will he commanded her to take off the night shift she was wearing.
A rather pleasing body was revealed, a blonde bush nestled between her nicely shaped thighs, large, though still pert breasts adorned her chest, looking larger than they were due to her slim and petite frame.
Twisting his will his mist began to soak the room, under his control it filled the room, shaping itself to its contours and deadening all sound, so that his congress with this delectable novice Septa would not be interrupted.
He stepped out of his tattered clothes, his erection hard and rampant before him, the Septa's mind horrified at the sight, he chuckled and let his features and shape shift from that of a human to that of his true shape, of the thing inside him who was him.
The Septa's eye's widened ever further in her head and she trembled with supreme effort to try and break the spell his mind had on hers, but she was far too weak to resist his mind. He smiled widely at this, his forked tongue hissing out from between the dagger like fangs in his muzzle and he gave a grunted chuckle as he approached the girl
His clawed hands rove over her pristine flesh, pinching and tugging, growing rough in their fondling, his mind diving through the mass of terrified thoughts in her head to ignite the flames of her much-suppressed desires.
A gasp escaped her slack mouth, and he nodded his head as if in agreement with the girl, his hands becoming more insistent, a finger slipping between her legs, which lolled open in response.
"Ahhhh, I see!" he grunted, as his finger explored her moistening folds "can you feel the heat my dear, can you feel it, pooling inside of you, wetting your core. Can you feel the ache sweetling, the ache of your insides to feel my cock's wet kiss?"
The girl moaned incoherently at his words and his ministrations, the girl was a virgin of course, and though he was exploring her entrance with his fingers he was careful not to disturb her hymen, for the honor of breaching of that belonged to his cock and his cock alone.
He pushed the girl back against her narrow cot of a bed, holding her in his arms as he lowered her to the bed, her legs opening to allow him to settle himself between them. He adjusted himself and slid inside the novice, her sharply indrawn and then expelled breath telling him he had broken her maidenhood, the blood hot on his shaft also telling him of his conquest.
"Ahhhhhhhh..." He let out a long sigh, sliding deeper into the girl slowly, savoring her incredible tightness and damp heat. He glanced down to see their joining, the golden curls of her bush darkened with the moisture of desire and with splashes of het maiden's blood.
The thoughts of this blood nearly sent him over the edge, but he caught it in time, instead setting up and deep and slow rhythm to fuck the girl, from whose mouth came increasingly frantic gasps, of pleasure or pain he could have discovered with a quick dip into her mind.
But he was concentrating on his flesh and on keeping his vampire leach from spoiling the moment, for as he fucked the girl a tendril of his metamorphic flesh extruded out from his cock, burrowing along to find one of the many small blood vessels that were close to the surface of the flesh of her vagina.
This tendril of grey, pulsing wamphyric flesh formed an opening at its tip, tiny, gnashing fangs and an equally tiny, forked tongue lashing in the cavern of this pseudo mouth forming quickly. It nosed into the wet folds of the girls' vaginal walls and suddenly bit down on a blood vessel just below the surface, a small amount of blood escaping to flow and mix with the fluids of her arousal that were being well churned by his expanding girth.
He kept a tight control of his morphing flesh, for he had a very specific goal here, he was not here to ravage and rape, and to then consume. Pleasurable and all that such activities were, her was here to enjoy a light supper and some casual, brief sex..
For he was going to use this Motherhouse as a convenient place to sup and dine on rarefied fare, to enjoy its fruits and pleasures for a long, long time. He had been less, restrained the first time he had visited this Motherhouse, indulging himself and his vampire to the fullest extent possible, but that was wasteful of such a resource as this Motherhouse.
Which was why he was merely supping of the girl's blood, despite his vampire wanting to consume all of the girls sweet, sweet sanguine ichor in one, ravenous go. He was deliberately
restraining himself to a single fuck and a method of feeding that limited the amount of blood he could consume.
Letting his peak come and releasing his seed into the girl he withdrew his feeding proboscis back into himself, satisfied with the snack he had enjoyed. He pulled out of the girl, her face pale and slack but her eyes still wild in her head
He reached out with a hand, gently caressing her face "sshhhhh little one, you will sleep now and not remember any of this, until next time, until the next time" he intoned, smiling, or at least what smiling with a grossly distended jaw full of inch long fangs looked like.
The girl's eyes fluttered closed, and he got up and quickly dressed, slipping out of the window and back onto the roof, letting his flesh flow as he climbed headfirst down the side of the Motherhouse.
Off into the darkness of Kings Landing he loped, again using his mentalism to obfuscate and distract anyone from actually noticing his passing.
Gaining Baelish's brothel, he arrived by the usual rear entrance and returned to his quarters, to find Littlefinger waiting for him.