Chapter Twenty-Eight TITUS I shuffled over to Zander, every step a labor of agony. It had been two weeks since I’d sustained the wounds, but I still felt them acutely. Solar fire and Nadi wood were not things a vampire could simply recover from. It took the specialized training of the greatest wizard on Tenvalia just to get me walking again. He sat in his chair, smoking a pipe and staring out at the elven encampment three miles west. We were atop a hill, one of two hills in the entire Tundra, it seemed. The other was a quarter-mile to the north, where Brock and his son surveyed the impressive sight to the west, and the equally-impressive sight to the east. Behind the hills, was a horde the likes of which hadn’t been seen for a juicy thousand years. Every tribe of the Ten, the Pines and the Maples was there, the tents stretching to the shores of Glacier Lake. Tomorrow, the resplendent forces of gold would clash with the 18 year old savage forces of black, and the world would hold its breath to see which way its destiny would turn. But me, I didn’t really care much anymore. “How are the burns healing?” Zander asked. “They’re dreadfully painful, but they are fading.” I grunted, carefully easing myself next to him, “The girlfriend wounds from the Nadi wood are still numb.” “I suspect the nerves are dead forever then.” “Well, I have forever to find out.” Zander nodded. “Anastasia died last night.” “I felt her passing.” I sighed, “I came here with two-hundred and twenty-one of my children, and left that godforsaken marsh with sixteen. Tiffany bit Angela and Julia a week ago to bring the total to eighteen, and now Anastasia brings me alluring back to seventeen. You must understand, Zander, that much like your pet orc warlord, I am very selective with who I let into my clan. Julia and Angela had been groomed for months before I let Tiffany bite them, and even then, I allowed it more for Tiffany’s benefit than my own.” “I smell a request.” “Your nose hasn’t failed you. Please inform our monarch that I need prisoners of war. They must be attractive, intelligent, well-educated, eloquent, funny, witty, and interesting. Oh, and preferably rich.” perky I placed a few kisses on her panty-covered pussy before I reached up and hooked my fingers on the waistband. She quivered from head to toe as she was wracked with her orgasm, her eyes rolling perky alluring back, her shoulders pinched to thrust out her jiggling breasts, and I covered her in my release, splattering her belly, bust, neck and face. We sat done and sipped out, I think grappa. I glanced up the slope to my left, and considered. The priestesses then the royals juicy would be next. We snuggled for a few minutes, then she looked up at me and said softly, "Thank you, Mike. You're feeling the joys your powers give!” Prince Meinard 18 year old was killing him. Glen dropped me at my apartment and I went inside. Sam started to ride my still-hard cock again. “Hey Zeke, what’s up?” You girlfriend don’t deserve the pleasure.’