Gods and mortals were never meant to fall in love. Now in a weakened state, there is nothing left to stand between the immortals and the vampires. Vows, however, cannot be broken no matter how great an evil has risen.
The vampires have lain dormant...
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Father Guyon stuttered, a blush kissing his cheeks as he attempted to make the announce from his hewn wooden pulpit.
"You will remember Lady Lanecea who graced us with her presence last Sunday... She has made a request...er... proclamation. In her generosity, the lady has decreed that you will no longer...well, actually, you may be intimate with the stipulation that... What Lady Lanecea is requesting as tributes from those now living on her lands, is your seed. Human seed. Sperm. She was very specific that you are to have your wives bring her your sperm every morning, not a single drop wasted. When I call your name, please make your mark on this document..."
The priest was aware that most of those gathered were illiterate, but the men, already sporting erections, lined up as he called out their family names, each marking an X on the sheet of parchment. Lanecea would be pleased at how eager the men were to follow her decrees.
Father Guyon couldn't have been more mistaken.
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Lanecea frowned as wives curtseyed, their husbands taking a knee. They had every reason to be embarrassed as their wives held out the miniscule amount of cum they'd donated. It really was a pitiful excuse for an offering and Lani wasn't impressed. In fact, she was insulted.
"This is your offering?" Lanecea remained silent for a long moment, the men finally squirming. "I've invited you to live on my lands and have not demanded a tribute from your livestock or crops. You are free to keep what is yours to support your families and my ladies assist with the care of your older children. This - what you have offered me - is unacceptable."
Lani took a deep breath while waiting for her displeasure to be translated, motioning for the priest to log the surname and date for the first contribution. She came dangerously close to laughing as his fingers trembled while pouring the cum carefully into a vial, the contents only enough to fill a quarter of the narrow jar.
Just pathetic.
Standing from her high-backed chair, Lanecea held the small jar up, but her focus was on the rather handsome man still standing before her, his cock pressing hard against his trousers.
"Show me how you breed your wife."
The couple blushed furiously, neither moving an inch.
"I'm very serious. Show me this minute how you breed your wife. Something is very wrong if this is all you can give me within 24 hours."
The brunette was still blushing as she moved into position, laying on her back with her legs sticking straight out, her husband lying on top.
"Thank you for the demonstration, Bernadette, but now I want you to kneel on your hands and knees facing me. Reach back between your legs and hold your husband's penis after you raise your skirt over your hips. Milk him into the dish you brought your offering in. Actually, each of you brought a pitiful amount. Follow their lead, please, and fill your containers."
