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The Dragoness of Salsea Chapter 6: The Vampire's Visit Sponsored by Dreixes By Draconicon

Sarina finished up with the dildo fairly quickly after the first orgasm, able to put it away as she realized that something was off with her body. The extra stamina didn't entirely feel wrong, exactly, but it definitely didn't feel right, either. It felt like a cheat, like it had come out of nothing, and that...

Well, to her, that meant that magic was involved, and she knew just enough about that to know not to mess with it. Better to see if Tobias would visit again and give her a little more information to work with.

That, and the fact that Erna was on her way, probably with a great deal of stuff to move in with, kept her from riding the thing to a second orgasm. In fact, the red and black dragoness stuffed the toy back under her bed and threw open all the windows, throwing herself into cleaning as soon as she realized how risky leaving it all out would be.

She had just finished cleaning her room and was starting on the floor around her bedroom door when she heard a knock. The dragoness paused, throwing the cleaning towel back to her room before making her way to the apartment door.

Tobias or Erna, Tobias or Erna...

Neither, she found out as she looked through the peephole. It was the dolphin vampire, Eurig.

She froze up as she stared into one deep, red eye, unable to look away as he stared at her. She saw his lips, read them.

Open the door.

The dragoness strained, stiffening her muscles in an attempt to keep from obeying his orders, but her hands moved regardless. One dropped to the doorknob, turning it, while the other flicked the deadbolt out of the way.

As she opened the door, the vampire dolphin smiled at her. They weren't quite of a height, with him being shorter by a few inches, but that didn't matter. As long as he stared at her, she was helpless.

"Invite me in, please?" he asked her.

"Please...come...in..." she said through teeth that alternated between gritted and parted.

"Thank you. I think I shall."

The dolphin stepped past her, his white, reflective suit still glistening as he moved around her. He made his way to the one solid chair in the room, pushed up against her table, and sat down in it. She continued to stare at him, her body refusing to move.

"You may shut the door, of course."

She did, though not without looking up and down the corridor. No sign of her guardian, no sign of Erna. Not good. Really, really not good.

As it clicked shut, the vampire called her over to him, and her body moved without her consent. It took one step, then another, then another. The soft click of her toe claws against the wooden floor didn't help, either. She grimaced as she found herself standing, then kneeling beside the dolphin.

Eurig finally set his glasses on the table, looking down at her. The blood-red pupils and iris did not do anything to set her at ease, particularly as he folded his hands over his crotch.

"I said that we wouldn't see each other again for a while, but it seems I've underestimated the amount of...disruption that you would cause," he said with a small chuckle. "Stirring up the werewolf clans, getting the other dragons to start poking around. Tsk tsk. And to top it all off, you might have gained the attention of some of our demonic friends, too. You certainly have been a busy little dragoness."

"I haven't done anything. Everything's happening around me."

"Yes, and that's part of the problem. You aren't doing anything. It's just being done to you. Isn't that annoying?"

"Not as annoying as you keeping me on my knees right now," she grunted, trying to stand up and failing. "Let me up."

"Heh. You're certainly less scared of me than you were on the tram. Have you learned so much since we last spoke?"

"No, I just...don't like this."

"Heh. Fine. You may sit on my lap."

That wasn't better, but her body was already in motion. The dragoness was at least able to pull her skirt down over her rump as she sat down, but Eurig flipped the front of it up as soon as she was on his lap. As he wrapped his hand around her cock, she winced.

"Let go of that..."

"After we're done talking, little dragoness."

He stroked her slowly, his hand moving up and down her shaft until it was as hard as could be, throbbing eagerly in his hand. It bounced slowly, and she felt each little twitch, each little tingle through it that she was all too familiar with, that she disliked.

Yet, she couldn't fight the fact that it gave her pleasure, that her cock gave her easier, more tempting pleasure than her backside did. She whimpered, her nipples starting to harden against her shirt as she clenched her hands into tight fists.

Her stamina didn't mean anything when she couldn't swing her arms up, when she couldn't fight. All the extra stamina that had come from whatever had happened might have given her the chance to run if she hadn't looked into his eyes, kept running until he could no longer follow her, but this...

She grimaced as he lowered his hand to her balls, rolling them between his fingers. A little shiver ran down her spine as he went from fondling them to tugging on her sack.

"On the plus side, these will endear you to the demons," he said, shaking his head.

"What are you talking about?"

"Demons, little dragoness. Do you know much about them?"

"Only that - mmph - that you vampires hate them."

"A great deal, actually. A great deal indeed..."

He circled his thumb and first finger around the base of her sack, making a tight circle there before pulling down. She winced, gasping softly as he pulled harder, harder, and harder still, making her balls feel like they were going to be yanked right off of her.

"But they are quite...sensual, more than most of us. Of course, the incubi and succubi are more attuned to such things than the rest of them, but all demons share a similar hunger. To have someone that has multiple parts..."

"Mmmph...you're going to make me go to them."

"A dragoness that nobody knows anything about. An investigation that the other dragons will have to follow up on, dragging them into the matter. A curiosity spread throughout all of the Other Folk." Eurig smiled. "A simple little drop of chaos, and everything starts to change. Perhaps we will even see the demons fall for a change."

"I won't...I won't go..."

"Little dragoness." He grabbed her head, turning her to face him. "Who said that you had a choice?"

The red eyes pared back whatever willpower she had to resist as he stared into her eyes, forcing her to stare back at him. The clenching hand on her cheek, the way that he held her pinned made it clear that he had no respect for her choices. The fact that he kept stroking her didn't help, either, reminding her that she hadn't been sated, that she hadn't been allowed to finish herself earlier to the extent that she needed.

Sarina stared into his eyes, panting softly as she felt his attention pouring into her, his intentions following. There was a purpose there, an intimacy...

The dragoness moaned, starting to slide her hips forward and back as he whispered to her, Eurig putting the words and the names in her head that she needed to know. He was grinning at her, his shaft sliding against her rump as she kept grinding on him. He was hard, harder than she was, and he was wet back there.

She felt something squirt against her, and she knew that he had given her his mark, a splatter against the back of her thigh and along her ass. Her skirt was wet, probably ruined, clinging to her messily.

"You will do this," he whispered to her. "You will -"

Pshew!

Even with a silencer, the gunshot echoed loud enough to set her head ringing. Sarina fell backwards, clutching her hands to her earholes, all while the sound of fluttering bat wings filled the air.

She grimaced, her ears still ringing and her head hurting as she felt more than heard footsteps in her apartment. Boots, hard ones hitting the wood, chasing something. The dragoness groaned as she fumbled about, getting one hand under her, dragging herself to her feet.

There was a sudden slam behind her, followed by a muttered curse.

"Nnngh..."

"I have yet to see a dragon capable of getting themselves in more trouble than you do," a familiar voice said, pitched just below the ringing and barely coming through. "However, for all that it abuses the 'top secret' label, I'll give you credit for lasting as long as you did."

"Hello to you, too, Tobias," she muttered. "Ow. Ow, my head."

"Stay still. Your ears should be fine. However, your balance isn't. Wait it out, then debrief me."

I'd like to...

She stopped that thought in its tracks. Whatever she was going to say, whatever innuendo was going to come out, was something that was not appropriate to even think, let alone voice. Her rescuer probably didn't swing that way, anyway, and she wasn't going to start changing what was working well enough for her.

She took several deep breaths, forcing herself to keep breathing normally when her head was spinning fast enough that she wanted to just throw up. The wobbly feeling that came from the ringing ears didn't get better very quickly, but soon she could sit normally, able to look straight ahead as long as she kept her hands on the table.

The Doberman had come back, and his eyes were still covered with the reflective shades that she was getting all too used to seeing. She looked down at the sunglasses on the table, realized that Eurig had left his own behind.

She looked up again, opened her mouth, then closed it again.

"I am not one of them," he said.

"I didn't say that you were."

"You were thinking it. I'm not."

"Okay, okay. I...what's that flapping sound?"

She had heard it just after the gunshot for a second or two before the ringing had taken over, but she thought that was Eurig flying off rather than anything else. The dragoness looked around, trying to find the source of it, and eventually, she did.

It came from a bat that was pinched between Tobias's fingers, the wing held tight so that it couldn't wiggle free and fly away. It was swinging itself back and forth with its free wing, trying to drag itself free, and its mouth was open, probably screaming at a pitch too high for her to hear.

"You caught him."

"A piece of him." The Doberman shook his head, opening one of her cupboards and pulling down a large, ceramic cookie jar. He upended it, putting it on top of the bat. "The rest of the flock escaped, but he is probably missing a finger. Or something else." The Doberman smiled. "I do hope for something else."

"Right."

"He was here for you."

There was no denying that, so she nodded.

"What did he tell you? I came in at the end of your...conversation."

"Ugh. I don't know. It's all...jumbled." She pressed her hand against the side of her head. "He started off talking about demons, and then saying that they'd be attracted to me, and that I'd have to do something."

"A compulsion, then."

"With all the hypno-eyes, probably. Can you turn down the light?"

The Doberman's stance went from fake-relaxed to tense in an instant. He didn't pull a gun on her, but he did look at her with far more intensity.

"Bites?"

"None," she said, shaking her head. "It's just bright in here."

"Look at me."

"Huh?"

"Look me in the eye."

She did, lifting her head up and looking right at the reflective lenses he wore. They were bright to stare at, but after a moment -

"Oh...my..."

Sarina's eyes widened. Her eyes had always been dark where other people had them white, and her pupils had always been red. But now...now they were the color of blood. Not red, but blood.

They were vampire eyes, nightmare eyes, and she jumped up from her seat -

And promptly fell flat on her face.

"Ow..."

"I warned you. Your balance is off."

"Ugh. Help me up. I have to see this in a regular mirror."

The Doberman wordlessly helped her to her feet, and she dragged herself across the apartment, finding her way into the bathroom and taking her glasses off before leaning in towards the mirror.

It was still the same. Her eyes were blood red, no longer the lighter crimson that she was used to. They seemed to shimmer when she looked at them, and she felt a strange pressure on her mind, similar to what she'd felt when Eurig looked her in the eye.

"I...Do I have..."

"I'm guessing. However, you appear to have vampire eyes. You are sure he did not bite you?"

She looked at the Doberman standing behind her. A part of her wondered if he would shoot her if he thought she was bitten, but the thought faded quickly. He hadn't hurt her when she was at risk of becoming a werewolf, and whatever brought him to her side, this hadn't pushed him away yet.

"I'm sure. His teeth never came near me. His hands, though..."

"I saw what he was doing. If I had arrived earlier, I would have taken steps. Unfortunately, I'll have to track him down before I can teach him a lesson."

Sarina nodded, taking a deep breath as she put her glasses back on. It didn't help the light problem, but at least she knew that there was something else going on.

Hypno-eyes. Well, that's going to be a thing. How the hell am I going to explain this to Erna? How the hell do they work? And why do I feel so tired?

The last one had caught her by surprise, she had to admit. Admittedly, there was some exhaustion just from having her mind touched that way, but she had expected that strange stamina to pick up again and keep her moving forward. Instead, it was gone without a trace, and she had the eyes, instead.

Something was going on, and whatever rules she played by, she wished someone would explain how they worked.

"Tobias?"

"Hmm?"

"Why are you keeping an eye on me?"

"Above your pay grade," he said, grimacing as soon as the words passed his mouth.

"Is there anything that's on or under it?"

"Tell me when you get your first paycheck, and we'll talk."

A semi-willing laugh left her at that, and she sighed, looking down in the sink. A part of her wondered if he'd just disappear again if she looked up. He never stuck around long, just long enough to get her out of danger. It made her...

Well, it made her feel a bit down. Like she wanted to do something for him, to thank him, but he kept flitting in and out of her life like a ghost. She wanted to let him know that this was appreciated.

Don't be gone. Don't be gone.

She lifted her head again, and she caught sight of the tips of his ears as he turned to leave.

"Tobias."

"What?"

"Thank you." She turned around. "I don't know how I can thank you, and I know you wouldn't take advantage of the only thing I can offer...but thank you."

"I am doing my job."

"...That's a lie," she said, blinking at how certain she felt about that. "Not a complete one, but a bit of one."

"..."

"You're doing more than you have to. I can thank you for that, at least, can't I?"

"...You are becoming more perceptive than I'd like."

The Doberman turned to look at her again, his reflective lenses and still ears masking any emotion or thought that he might have been having at that point. She hated that, but she knew that there was no way that she was seeing more than that without his permission.

"Eurig's commands. Do you remember any of them?" he asked.

"Why do you think -"

"Vampire eyes. Vampires find it much easier to resist than mortals when it comes to a battle of wills. They can still be compelled, but they remember more from the trance. What did he say?"

"I...let me think..."

It had been a strange sensation, one that had left her adrift in her own head as those red eyes stared into her heart and mind. She had felt his words falling in like pebbles into an aquarium, beating her thoughts down like unlucky fish. Most of it had fallen into the depths of her mind, but there were bits and pieces that stood out.

She tried to pull at those little pieces, dragging them back to the surface. A name, a time. Part of a place, even.

"He said something about the Slegion, some kind of place down on the waterfront," she said, rubbing her head. "Tomorrow. Tomorrow at the Slegion, at nine o'clock. Go down to meet -"

"Snarl."

"...Yes," Sarina acknowledged. "How did you know?"

"His clan's in charge of the waterfront, and he's the demon that runs the smugglers bringing things to Salsea. Slegion is where he does business. Very bad business."

"You know him, then?"

"A personal encounter some time ago. Heh. It didn't go well for him. I would not mind putting him out of my misery."

"...Why do I get the feeling I'm about to become bait?"

"Because you are." Tobias nodded. "When the command comes, follow it, and I will follow you."

"And what about Erna?"

"Erna?" The Doberman cocked his head to the side in a way that would have been almost adorable were it not for the intimidating glasses and stance. "What about Erna?"

"She decided that she's moving in. Didn't you hear?"

"This particular piece of information did not make its way to me. When is she due?"

Knock knock.

Both dragoness and Doberman whipped their heads towards the door at the same time.

"Now, apparently," Sarina muttered. "Are you taking the window or the door?"

"The window would be quicker. Remember. Tomorrow at nine."

"As if I have a choice."

With Tobias already on the move, she shook her head. At least her dick had gone down, no longer throbbing from the handjob that she'd gotten. He was just passing by the cookie jar when it made a little 'thunk' sound. Tobias paused, lifting it up by the corner, only to shake his head.

"A pity. Just part of his tail fin."

"What were you hoping for, exactly?"

"Something more painful."

And with that, he was gone, and Erna was knocking on the door harder than ever. Sarina shook her head, pressing her skirt down one more time. There was still a slight stain on the back, but hopefully the werewolf wouldn't pick up on it too quickly.

As soon as she opened the door, the wolf pushed inside, dragging a suitcase behind her in one hand and holding a sleeping bag tucked under the other arm. She grumbled as she walked in, only to immediately pause and sniff the air.

The dragoness's fears of being found out quickly faded as Erna walked over to the cookie jar and flipped it over. She made a face, sticking out her tongue at the piece of dolphin tail, and put the jar back down.

"You know, I've seen some weird dinners, but that takes the cake."

"It's not exactly meant for eating."

"What, some sort of weird dragon ritual or something."

"No, it was -" She sighed. "Eurig came to visit."

Erna's ears went up and so did the hair on the back of her neck. The other woman's clothes stretched, a partial transformation beginning before she pulled herself back together. It...actually surprised the dragoness a lot.

The fact that the werewolf was so angry on her behalf was strangely comforting. For all that Erna had called her alpha, for all that the werewolf had decided that she was going to live here to keep her safe, she hadn't taken it as anything good. It had felt like a trap, like something bad was going to happen as soon as she turned her back.

It was a relief to be proven wrong for a change. She sat down on the couch.

"He hypnotized me through the peephole, and started...messing with me," she said. "Almost like you did."

"I'm sorry I missed the show," Erna muttered.

"That's not exactly comforting, you know."

"Yeah, but it's not like I'm gonna lie. The stuff we did...Hey, it was wrong, but you're still hot."

Not quite knowing how to deal with that, Sarina shook her head and laid out what had happened for the other woman. The hypnosis, the handjob, and, most importantly, what she was being made to do the next day. Once again, she was surprised at how well Erna actually listened, and found herself more thankful than she expected. It was nice to have someone else in her corner.

"Slegion. Ugh. Not a good place for anyone," Erna muttered. "That's right down by the docks, and not the good side of the docks, either. Down by the piers where all those teens go to make out and all the addicts go to get their shit."

"Well, that's where I have to go."

"Not without me, you're not."

"Are werewolves allowed inside?"

"Anyone's allowed inside," she said, shaking her head. "It's just whether you're allowed out again. Demons do business with everyone; they can't afford to be picky. It's just whether they treat you fair or not."

"Have you ever been there?"

"No...and I didn't expect to ever go there without my whole pack behind me, but that's what happens when you fuck up and get kicked out, isn't it?" Erna sighed. "Fucking hell...This is why I was supposed to be here, alpha! If I'd been here, we wouldn't be in this mess, and Eurig would be a bit bloodier for the trouble."

"I think he's a bit bloodier, anyway," Sarina muttered, looking back at the cookie jar.

The two of them shuddered at the reminder. The silence between them expanded and extended as they looked at each other.

For all that the dragoness was glad that she would have some backup on this particular trip, she couldn't help but wish that the werewolf hadn't decided to move in with her. The extra security would hopefully be a good thing, but...

Well, it was still one more person that she didn't like in close quarters, and one more set of problems that she had to deal with before she'd be allowed to be free again.

"I'm going to...read," she muttered, getting to her feet. "Help yourself to whatever you want."

"There any food in the fridge?"

"Some pasta, I think."

"Any meat?"

"I had the last of that yesterday."

"Damn. I could use some protein, but eh. I'll make do. Might call take-out or something," the wolf muttered as the dragoness left the room.

She shut the bedroom door, taking care not to slam it the way that it tended to do when she wasn't paying attention. Putting Erna on the other side of the door was a relief in and of itself, and she felt a little bit better for it.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she half-expected the lust from before to come back, but it didn't. All that she felt was tired, like she'd been running on fumes for hours, even days. It felt...weird, particularly after being so energetic for as long as she had been.

Shaking her head, the dragoness rolled into bed, barely managing to pull her blouse off before she was asleep.

She dreamed, and once again, she was surrounded by dragons. With everything that she had learned so far, it didn't shock her as much as it had done the first time. With everything that had happened, she felt more 'there' than she had any other time.

The other dragons looked at each other as she opened her eyes, some of them wincing, some of them pulling back.

The gold one, her 'uncle' that had spoken with her on the phone, the one that had been there for her a number of times to keep her safe, who had talked to her in the other dreams, who had been promising that they'd make it better: he was one of the ones that winced, but he leaned forward before the others.

"Sarina. What happened to you?"

"A vampire."

"A vampire found you?"

"He found me, he talked to me. He gave me his eyes," she said, slowly gesturing at her face.

There were whispers in the back, whispers in the fog around her. 'Impossible' was one of the most common words. 'Doesn't happen', a phrase that came up almost as often.

Her uncle hushed them, looking her in the eyes once more. She looked back, and she felt...something. Something solid at the other end of her gaze, something that pushed back at her slightly, keeping her out.

"Please don't try that, Sarina. You'll hurt yourself," he whispered.

"Try what?"

"You know what I mean."

"But...but I..."

"Don't worry. We're going to make it better."

"He tried to make me do something...I can fight it...but I don't want to."

The dragons looked at each other again, whispering, consulting. Time flowed strangely. One moment, there were four or five over her, and the next, there were dozens, all of them either arguing or watching her.

She looked around at them, occasionally making eye contact, occasionally taking something from it.

Government agency.

Failed experiment.

No magic, that's a laugh.

That last one caught her attention more than the others, and she managed to fix her eyes on the blue dragon that gave her that feeling. She stared at him hard, her head trying to focus on filtering through that, demanding an explanation in her tiredness.

"We let her go because she had no magic, and now she's here with vampire power? Looks like someone dropped the ball."

All the dragons turned to stare at him, half of them glaring, the other half with jaws agape. The one that spoke covered his mouth, his eyes wide, and he disappeared into the fog around her.

Her uncle shook his head, turning back to her.

"We're going to figure this out, Sarina. You just stay at home, and we'll send someone to take care of things."

"Already have someone..."

"We'll send a dragon. It's time that we start taking this a bit more seriously, wouldn't you say, everyone?"

There was a general mutter of agreement, one that faded as she slipped away from the dreamscape. Something was pulling her back to the real world.

She opened her eyes to find herself staring at her own ceiling in the dark, which was not surprising. However, she could hear something in the other room, which was surprising. The dragoness reached for her glasses - they'd fallen off in her sleep and gotten tangled in her pillows - and put them on, making her way to her bedroom door.

Just outside, she saw Erna, the other woman having shifted to her werewolf form. She was completely out of it, and completely naked, something that made her blush just a bit to look at.

But it was the soft, puppy-like whines and yips that left her mouth that made the dragoness smile. They were so...soft, gentle, cute, and even a bit silly. She covered her mouth, shaking her head before stepping out of the bedroom. After rooting around in the linen closet for a bit, she found a blanket and unrolled it, dragging it out for the werewolf.

It wasn't much, just enough to preserve the other woman's modesty and cover her more fleshy bits that were less furred, but it was better than nothing.

The End