Missing, Presumed Undead

***** WARNING: Lemmings watching lemmings doing naughty things, lots of lemmings doing naughty things all at once. (Voy + group sex) *****







We Mere Mortals



“Don’t worry, little ones, you’re just watching tonight – we wouldn’t want to scare you off.” Cooed Markéta, smoothing Draco’s slowly drying hair away from his face.



“What are the slaves?” Severus asked, wanting to learn about what they were to become.



“There are six of them, former warriors…” Alžběta began, smoothing Severus’s too big tunic over his shoulders in a Motherly way; “They found the Queen before she was turned, after the previous King had tortured her… they did their best to rescue her, but she was so badly injured they couldn’t move her quick enough before the previous King came back.” Alžběta wiped a pink tear from her eye, unable to talk further.



“He ignored the Queen for a moment, but turned them to slaves…” Ivana said, pulling Lucius closer to run the comb back through his hair, a nervous gesture, “He removed their fangs.” She whispered.



“What does that mean to a vampire?” Draco asked.



“They became mindless, more like animals than men; slaves to passion and unable to care for themselves…” Markéta said, shaking her head, “They can’t talk – but they do seem to understand small words.”



“Are we going to become like them?” Draco asked.



“No – you’ll just be free for the women to use, the men if you wish it… you’ll be a refreshing change, they can talk to you.” Ivana reassured.



“So, we’re nothing but sex toys? Just like the slaves?” Lucius said.



“More than that, the slaves are more like pampered pets – they were brave enough to stand up to a tyrant, tried to rescue our Queen. Yes, the women and men have sex with them, but it is better than locking them in the dungeons and leaving them to starve and pleasure themselves to no avail. It was suggested they be executed, but nobody could bear to do it.” sighed Markéta, still stroking Draco’s hair.



“This is legal?” Severus asked, knowing that the Hermione Granger he’d taught wouldn’t stand for this.



“Yes, ancient laws protect the weak, our Queen remembers to uphold the ancient laws – though she never visits the slaves…” Ivana began, but was cut off.



“She doesn’t need to! She has the Twins to keep her bed warm!” Alžběta chipped in, giggling.



***



The slave who was brought out wore a leather collar, with a chain attached to a ring in the centre, and nothing else. He was huge, well muscled and made the average horse look tiny.



“Right – and how are we mere mortals supposed to pleasure these woman when we’re up against that! It would be like throwing a flobberworm in a large bucket!” Draco said, realising there might be more to this than met the eye.



“You’ve more than a dick, Draco.” Severus said, touching the tip of his tongue to his top lip.



“And they have thighs that could crush us!” he hissed back.



“You’d be useful, little ones, many women like to gain a little experience before their weddings – when you live for millennia, you wait quite a while before committing forever; you experiment beforehand.” Alžběta blushed a little.



“I don’t understand.” Lucius said.



“They’d be more likely to practice pleasuring you, than the other way around – you’re… less of a mouthful.” Markéta said, shaking her head as the slave was approached slowly by three, scantily clad vampire women. The Slave’s eyes were wide, like an animal caught in headlights, sniffing at the air surrounding him before whimpering a little as the three females approached; hardening.



One woman, wearing a skimpy red negligee, bent down and began to gently stroke his face, shushing him gently as he pressed his face into her hands. A second approached, wearing a translucent black robe, taking one of the Slave’s hands (his claws filed down for safety) and began kissing it gently. The third, only wearing a pair of dark blue knickers carefully placed her hands on his thigh, stroking his leg with a feather light tough.



“They’re so gentle with him.” Draco whispered, watching as the slave calmed and became pliant to their attentions.



“He might attack if not.” Markéta whispered back, soothing Draco with a gentle hand on the back of his neck.



The three women gently lay the slave down, two soothing him while the ‘red one’ angled his length upwards and sank down. The slave let out a little cry, opening a mouth with two gaping holes.



“Poor thing.” Said Ivana, touching her fingers to her own fangs.



The woman moaned and sighed, her little cries growing in intensity as she came, the slave gripping her waist tightly as she tried to leave him. She looked into his eyes before kissing him sweetly on both cheeks, yanking herself off him while the black-robed vampire took her place on his still hard length.



“That can’t be hygienic.” Lucius whispered, pulling a face.



“Trust you to think about hygiene with a hard-on!” Severus said, bemused by his old friend.



“She’s rougher than the first.” Draco said, his eyes wide. He was no stranger to pornography – but this was different. Very different.



Her black robe was shed, the slave bending at the waist to wrap his arms around her, chest to chest as he nuzzled at her neck as he nibbled at her throat with blunt teeth.



“Ahhh Ahhh! Mmmm! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” cried the woman, plunging her fans into his neck, causing him to growl like a lion before he arched and came deep within her.



“What about the one in blue?” Draco asked, watching as the current woman gently kissed him and rose from him; leaving a sticky white trail as she left.



“She is his minder, like we are yours, it makes it easier for her charge if she looks the same as the other women, he recognises her, but would be confused if she was dressed.” Markéta said.



“How come he didn’t notice us here?” Severus asked.



“It is a one-way shield, all he saw and could smell was a brick wall.” Alžběta said, taking Severus’s hand, “Come on, bed time, lets get you settled in.”



“I feel about six.” Draco complained, reluctantly taking his minder’s hand as they were lead away.