Springvale Ranger

"And what happens when I refuse to participate in your little dreamland?" she asked. Every fiber in her being was screaming, half screaming to give in and other to stand fast.

"You won't refuse," he said with a sly smile. Laura raised an eyebrow.

"You're awfully confident for someone that needs permission," Laura said. Ezekiel laughed.

"You've already given permission, my dear," he said, looking down between them. Laura followed his gaze to find that she had placed one hand on his abs, and another was wrapped around his hardening cock, stroking it slowly. When the hell did she start that? She found she couldn't stop either; every time she told herself it would be the last stroke, another came after. She idly ran her fingers along the bulges and crevices of his abs with her free hand, finding a heat growing rapidly in her loins. What the hell was happening to her?

Laura's eyes were fixated on his cock. As it grew, it became harder to stroke downward, so she angled it upwards, having it rest across her torso, and deepened the strokes. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, dripping onto her stomach or running down the shaft and over her fingers. She swallowed, finding herself salivating, and turned her gaze upwards to his eyes again.

"So, you seduce me in a dream," she started, pausing as she took a couple of breaths. She felt hot all over, and her heart rate was going wild. "And you hope I give you permission to turn me in the dream?" Ezekiel chuckled, giving a deep moan at the end and flexing his hip toward Laura. Her own excitement spiked; he was feeling good because of her. A small part of her was happy her efforts were well received.

"No, dear Laura," he said. "The dream is but a taste of an eternal future, you'll give me permission to make you my bride well outside of the dream." Laura scoffed.

"We'll see about that," she challenged. Ezekiel hummed his amusement, the hum becoming a moan that made his close his eyes and hang his head backwards. Laura's cheeks burned and she looked down, only to flush even more. She was stroking eight inches of thick cock, now with both hands that couldn't even wrap all the way around its girth, and it was leaking more pre-cum than any of her previous partners had on their hardest orgasms. She swallowed again, but it felt empty.

Dropping to her knees, Laura angled the cock toward her face. She didn't both looking up, she didn't want to see his stupid face. Her lips pressed against the head, and then split as she pushed the head into her mouth. Her tongue worked furiously on the tip and underside, collecting as much pre-cum as she could; the sweet and salty mixture soliciting a moan from her as she savored it. Ezekiel stroked her chestnut hair back away from her face, looking down at her, giving a moan in response to hers.

Laura looked up and met his gaze. Another round of licks from her tongue with the head still lodged in her mouth and he moaned again. The encouragement drove her to push his length deeper into her mouth. She made it halfway down his shaft before she could go no further and began gently bobbing her head back and forth. Her tongue caressed the underside, unable to get around the girth. What couldn't fit in her mouth, she stroked with one hand while the other raised up to his lower abs. She could feel every time he flexed his hips to drive his cock just a tiny bit deeper into her throat.

"Oh, now this is divine," Ezekiel said. Laura responded with a cock-muffled moan. There was no logical reason for his encouragement to be affecting her like that, but there she was, sucking a vampire lord's cock while her pussy dripped its lust onto the hard wood floor. There was a puddle forming underneath her. She took her hand form his stomach and lowered it between her legs, sliding two of her fingers into her slit. Ezekiel chuckled as she began fingering herself.

"You seem to be quite good at worshiping me like a lord for someone who claims I'm not theirs," he said, chuckling. Laura met his gaze, face contorting with pleasure as she moaned around him. Her self-control and inhibitions had been decimated. Her fingers worked furiously at her own slit, and she was close to a climax- something Ezekiel seemed to be aware of. "Go ahead, dear Laura, let go."

Laura exploded, pressing herself deeper on his cock to try to suppress her cries and moans as her fingers blasted her through a climax. She pulled away from him, leaning back on her heels with his pre-cum leaking from the corners of her lips. She was panting, still stroking his now soaked cock with one hand as she looked up at him.

"Fuck..." was all she could manage in a panting whisper. Ezekiel chuckled, grabbing her hand from his cock and helping her to her feet gently. Then they were a blur of movement and Laura found herself bent over the throne with Ezekiel's hands roaming over her back and hips. The gentle touches melted her into a puddle that was beginning to form under her slightly spread vagina.

Ezekiel placed the head of his swollen cock at her entrance, pushing in slowly. Laura's walls stretched around him and gripped like a vice. The moan that escaped her was just as long as it took Ezekiel to bury himself to the hilt inside her. She felt so full, bringing a hand to her pelvis and feeling the bulge his cock created. Then he began to slowly retract himself. Laura whimpered, feeling the growing emptiness. He thrust his hips suddenly, filling her back up and stretching her around him once more; Laura cried out as bolts of electric pleasure shot through her body. Her back arched, tightening herself around him naturally.

He used her hips to pull her back into him, making sure to press into at an angle to force her back to arch for him. The pace was slow at first, but gradually picked up until the rhythmic beat of their flesh clashing filled the room. Ezekiel was moaning and groaning more every time he buried his cock in her. Laura pushed back against him, despite him pulling her anyway, crying out with every thrust.

"Where's that defiance, my dear Laura?" he asked. Laura turned as best she could while still getting pounded to glare at him.

"Fuck... y- " she was cut off by a hard thrust. He had done it deliberately, and Laura hated that it felt so good.

"What was that?" he taunted.

"Fuck... ah! Fuck..." she moaned. Every time she tried to speak, he thrust harder into her. She was nearing an orgasm fast, and every hardened thrust seem to take her right to the edge of it. "Fuck... uh... Fuck me!" she blurted finally. That wasn't what she meant to say, why did she say that. Ezekiel chuckled.

"That's what I thought you had said," he said. His pace quickened. He was like a jackhammer, slamming into her from behind. Her moans became a continuous cry of pleasure and within seconds she exploded around his cock with a scream. Her walls clamped down on him, she threw herself back into him, and she threw her head back, arching her body upwards. Ezekiel had stopped thrusting, and even pulled out when the climax was over, and Laura was coming down from it.

Laura rubbed her stomach, feeling empty again and whimpered. She turned around, unable to stand on her shaking legs. Ezekiel was grinning at her. His gaunt, vampiric features made him look evil yet all she could see was heaven. A very decadent heaven. He stepped forward, and lifted her off the throne, spinning around and sitting down himself. His cock stood up against her stomach as she settled down straddling his lap. It reached passed her belly button. A rising need to have it back inside her bubbled; she needed to cure the emptiness she felt.

She lifted herself, putting her entrance on the head and began sinking down on it, moaning down the entire length. There was the cure, the fullness she sought. Ezekiel put his hands on her hips, guiding her upwards. When she went to sink back down his grip tightened and he stopped her from moving. Laura whimpered. "Wh.. Why?" She had to cure the emptiness.

"I want something from you," he said. A sly smile crossing his pale lips and his golden eyes flashing with amusement. Laura shook her head.

"I can't give you permission in the dream, you said so yourself," she said. Was she actually considering it? Ezekiel had mentioned the dream was a taste of eternity. She could be like this every day. The thought was enticing but fleeting.

"That's not what I want right now, anyway," he said. "You gave me a taste of it earlier, but I want more." Laura shook her head confused, growing more and more frustrated by the fact that only the head of his cock was inside her and it wasn't moving. She tried with all her might to force herself down on it, to impale herself on it, but his grip was far too strong.

"I- I don't... Please," she stammered. He pulled her down hard into his lap, driving his cock deep inside her and causing her to cry out. Lifting her again and keeping her in place when only the head was left inside, Ezekiel smiled.

"There it is again, how sweet it sounds, I must have more," he said. Laura whimpered.

"Please," she pleaded, squirming in his grip as she tried to lower herself. "Please stop teasing me." She was rewarded with a single bounce, slamming down on his cock again only to be lifted again. Her nails dug into his hardened chest.

"If you don't want me to tease you, what do you want me to do?" he asked. Laura put her hands on his trying to pry free. When her attempts failed, she whimpered in defeat.

"Please," she started. "Just fuck me."

"Just fuck me, what?" Ezekiel added. Laura half moaned and half groaned. She hated that she was about to let herself do this, but it felt so good at the same time.

"Please fuck me, my Lord," she pleaded quietly. Ezekiel chuckled. "Claim me and fuck me." The pang of regret was lost by the sheer force of the reward. Ezekiel slammed her down on his cock, impaling her roughly. Instead of holding her in place, he kept bouncing her. She squealed, screamed, and cried out in ecstasy. She lasted mere seconds before she exploded around his cock in another climax.

This time he didn't stop, continuing to lift her hips up and pull them down on him. All the while Ezekiel chuckled as if he had just won a long and arduous war. Laura was thoroughly broken, and when he stopped bouncing her with his hands, she bounced herself upon him. His hands returned to her hips though, and his face contorted in his own pleasure. He thrust his upwards every time he pulled her down on him and his pace became a jackhammer again.

With a final, deep thrust, he roared. Laura felt the thick cock swell even more inside her, and then rope after rope of searing hot seed shot out like a fire hose. The moment she felt the first rope splash forcefully against her cervix, she shot over the edge. Her back arched, and her cervix dropped, trying to swallow as much seed as possible as she climaxed hard. She screamed, leaning forward and pressing herself against him while hugging his neck tightly. Her body convulsed as the last ropes of his seed poured into her.

When he softened inside her, and his cock slipped out, it was like pulling a cork out. Her used pussy squelched and a tide of cum poured out onto the stone chair between Ezekiel's legs. She lifted herself from him, staying straddled in his lap. Her lust sated, she found a burning anger rolling back. Ezekiel had the look of victory on his face, smiling and relieved. Better to keep him thinking he's won this for now.

"I could get used to this," he breathed out, turning a fiery lust filled gaze to her. Laura was starting to gain some of her wits back about her, but her curiosity was still peaked. She ran her fingers through her pussy, scooping the cum dripping out and bringing it to her lips. The combination of his and hers was heavenly and she moaned to the taste. "As you see, my dear Laura, we vampires have our ways of getting what we want."

"You certainly got it," she said, looking down at her dripping pussy. It was swollen and red. She had never been fucked like that before, and she certainly hoped it wasn't going to be the last time she was.

"I did, didn't I," Ezekiel chuckled.

Chapter 5

Laura suddenly felt the warmth of clothes replace the warmth of lust. The heat between her legs remained, but now it was very clearly just her own juices. She looked down to find her wrist with puncture holes and blood dripping from them, then turned to find Eva laying asleep in next to throne. Ezekiel still had his robe covering himself fully and was five meters away. She wasn't dreaming anymore.

"So, what do you say, my dear Laura?" he asked, stretching his arms out to his sides in a welcoming gesture. "Become my bride, and that can be yours for eternity." Laura's vision blurred, this time from blood loss. She tested the movement of her hand; she could move it just fine.

"It's certainly a tempting offer," she said, fighting against the blurring of her vision. She reached behind her, opening the small pouch on the back of her duty belt and fishing out a small stick. She pulled the cap off the stick, revealing a needle and jammed it into her thigh. The pain-relieving injection worked almost instantly, and her vision began to clear as the pain disappeared. It was only temporary, but it would get her out of the hell hole of an estate.

"You won't need those anymore," Ezekiel said, still trying ply her with reasons to turn. It was unfortunate for him that they weren't going to work, no matter how good his cock was.

Laura responded by quick drawing her pistol. Ezekiel turned, surprise marring his face. He was quick, but she was also quick, and Laura had gotten the drop on him. She pulled the trigger and shot a screaming 9mm silver bullet. The bullet slammed into Ezekiel's arm. He hissed in pain and rage and faded into an ethereal shadow as she fired the second shot. The shadow hung in the air for a moment and then flew passed Laura through the door. Laura cursed herself, knowing she hadn't killed Ezekiel at all but just alerted the entire estate to her presence.

For her sake, she hoped the rest of the vampires would turn tail with their master, but she knew that probably wouldn't be the case. She moved swiftly over to Eva, holstering her pistol to be able to lift the half elf up and drape her over her shoulders. The girl was surprisingly light, considering, but Laura knew the girl would feel much heavier when the pain meds she injected herself with wore off.

Hisses and roars filled the hallway outside the door. Using a proper fire-man's carry, she was able to wield her pistol in one hand and the hatchet in the other. She wouldn't be able to move very quickly, or properly swing, but she'd at the very least be able to defend herself.

She started making her way to the door only for the door to burst open. Two skeletons rushed into the room, scurrying toward her with arms outstretched. Behind them, a zombie that was in relatively good condition ran through the door and toward her. Laura continued her walk forward, swinging the hatchet at the first skeleton. The blade slammed into its spine and sent the bones scattering across the floor. She raised her pistol, shooting the second skeleton in the skull at point blank. Its head flew backwards, and its body slumped forward. Laura trained her red dot on the incoming zombie, and let two rounds loose into it, watching it scream and groan as the silver ended it painfully.

Just outside the door, Laura heard vampire incantations being spoken. She quickened her pace, making it just in time before the vampire could get the spells off and call more of their slaves to their bidding. Laura needed only a single round; it lodged itself into the vampire's head and he crumbled to dust.

The hall echoed with the howls and hisses of pain, panic, and rage. All Laura needed was a window. She ran as best she could with Eva draped over her shoulders. She reached the end of the hall where a large window sat curtained and blinded in black. She reached up and ripped the curtains down, and pulled the string to raise the blinds, letting sunlight flood in. It wasn't much in the way of protection, but it would do for now.

Laura holstered her weapons and lowered Eva to the floor gently. The clicking of bones on the old floors grew closer from down the hall. She slid the window open and leaned out slightly to get a look outside. A sigh of relief escaped her. Just below the window was a pavilion that slanted down. It wouldn't be enough to hold her forever, but it would break the fall into two small sections instead of one big one. Scrapes and bruises over broken bones any day of the week.

Lifting Eva back up and over both her shoulders, Laura climbed out the window, sliding it shut. The creatures inside either couldn't open it without breaking it or couldn't handle the sun. No sense of safety came, however; there was still a graveyard to work through. She lay Eva on the edge of the pavilion and jumped down herself first. When she was firmly on the ground floor, she reached up and dragged Eva over the side, catching her albeit roughly.

Enraged screaming filled the estate on the inside. Shit, that wasn't good at all. Laura hoisted Eva over one shoulder, pulling her P-9 from its holster as she ran as fast as she could in the direction, she had infiltrated the estate to begin with. Hands, both with decaying flesh and skeletal began reaching out from the graves. She cursed herself for not setting the estate on fire. Oh right, that would attract the media.

Laura entered the woods at the edge of the estate bounds, just inside the rusted iron fence. There she found the bent bars she had used to gain entry. She slipped Eva through first, then stepped through herself. By the time the undead horde had finished raising, Laura was already halfway to her truck, and there was nothing Blackcrag could do.

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"That was some good work," Bravrim said, clapping Laura on the shoulder. She nodded, sighing her relief that it was over. She looked down at her wrist, now wrapped in a bandage with two dark red spots showing through. Thinking back on the dream with Ezekiel, her heart fluttered, her stomach churned and knotted, and her pussy ached; she had never felt such a mixture of emotions and feelings in her twenty-five years of life.

"Did they manage to wake the governor's daughter up?" she asked, shaking the thoughts of the dream away.

"Aye, they did. She'll be going home tomorrow," the captain said. "Hospital wants to keep an eye on her."

"Good, maybe the governor will get better guards," Laura spat, a bit of anger burning over the whole situation. Bravrim laughed heartily.

"Aye, I imagine he would," he said. "He's specifically asked that ye be assigned to him and 'is family as a guard." Laura snapped her focus to Bravrim. It was hard to tell if he was smiling or not behind his thick red beard and deep lines of experience and age.

"What? Why?" she asked.

"Apparently they watched the whole thing via drone," Bravrim explained. "He was so impressed he figured he could use a Ranger on his team."

"So, you're tossing me off to him, then?" She couldn't help but feel a bit of the hurt she was beginning to feel into her face.

"Nay, nothing like that," Bravrim said waving his hands in front of him as if to tell her to calm down and listen. "Ye still answer to me, and I can still have ye out on other tasks, but yer intermediate task is to play bodyguard for him and 'is." Great, now she gets to meet the girl that she almost got turned by a vampire lord for. "Ye'll report to his manor tomorrow morning and they'll handle the rest. Only exception is if I call ye in."

"I should have been a pencil pusher," Laura said, hanging her head back. Bravrim laughed again.

"Aye, but then ye wouldn't have as much fun," he said. Laura rolled her eyes and stood up from the chair.