The Cruel Countess

Dark and haggard, Ibor opened the doors of The Moon’s Lover.
Immediately he was greeted with the familiar warmth of the hearth and the smell of hard stouts. Despite how late into the night it was the tavern was filled with many patrons.
The hunter practically collapsed into one of the nearby seats and motioned for a drink. While he waited on his hard earned stout the perceptive man scanned everyone in the room.
It was something of a habit he picked up, living in the woods for days at a time taught many men not to completely trust their surroundings.
At first he noted nothing to out of the ordinary.
Common faces like Jion the blacksmith and Heath the town cobbler all flushed and slurring their words.
A group of dwarves, hired for their skill mining coal, recalling tales of old kingdoms and fortresses their clan used to own.
Some were just travelers spending a wistful night in the depths of their cups.
His nerves were almost calmed enough to slump back in his chair for a needed reprieve when he glanced a figure in one of the corners of the place.
It was hard to make out every detail about her as she sat in one of the tables furthest from the inn’s fire.
Still some details about her were unmistakable. Her long ears marked her as an elf and her remarkably pale skin only added more evidence to this observation. What caught Ibor off-guard was her hair, dark as the night sky, such an uncommon coloration for any elf he could think of.
Perhaps she had some sort of human ancestry far back within her line, he pondered to himself. The hunter absent-mindedly ran his fingers through his thick brown beard as his mind fixated on the maiden before him.
Her beauty could not be understated, it seemed impossibly strange to him that no one save himself was transfixed on this woman.
Her high cheekbones and full eyebrows showed a certain noble gorgeousness to her. Even still she also had a girlish charm to her from her large dewy eyes and small nose.
For a brief moment she caught his gaze. Something about her dark blue eyes made the hunter’s whole body freeze, as if he was suddenly plunged under a waterfall. They held their gaze for what seemed like ages and then abruptly the woman stood and began to leave.
A strange fog fell over Ibor’s mind, making the whole situation feel like a strange dream. As the man tried to shake himself free of the mental cloudiness the sound a of a mug dropping onto a table sounded out.
Ibor managed some form of thanks and began to take heavy pulls from his tankard. No matter what he tried he could not get that exotically alluring woman to leave his mind.

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The moon was out in full and only a few particularly bright stars shone in the sky as Ibor stumbled his way through the still town.
Despite himself only having one drink he felt like he was in some sort of stupor. After his drink he thought he might try and sleep off his strange mental fixation. Yet he found that his thoughts made him unable to drift off into dreams.
In the darkness visions came to him of the woman beckoning him towards her. Strangely he felt as if he knew were she had gone and that he must meet her there. And so he had left when all but the lowliest of the world were asleep.
The hunter waded his way through alleyways and slums, traversing his way to the outskirts of the town.
At the edge of the civilization there was a manor upon a slight incline that loomed in the night. The brick and stone building stood over all the others, displaying a powerful sense of superiority.
Somehow Ibor knew he would find the woman inside. He came to the tall buildings entrance and knocked on the deep mahogany doors.
The knockers were in the shape of scowling gargoyles fashioned from shinning gold. In a better state of mind it might have been enough to scare the ranger away. With a loud and ominous groan the doors opened into a dimly lit entrance. The drawing room was adorned with bookshelves and ornate columns.
It was perhaps the most elaborate room Ibor had ever seen!
Through some more winding paths he eventually found himself in the great hall. It was here he spotted her. Dressed in a black long-sleeved tunic with maroon trim and a black fur coat draped about her shoulders.
In the dim light her look seemed different, the lines of her face sharper, more alien but still painfully alluring.
“Welcome dear hunter” Came the cool and husky tone of her voice.
“I-” Ibor stumbled realizing for the first time just how strange his situation was. “Relax, I have bid you here, my name is Countess Annabeth Von Cormick."
“And what...” His voice floundered as he stared at her, “What does a Countess want with a hunter.”
A smile crossed her lips and he saw his danger.
Fangs.

He turned to run but before he did he took one last look.
Ibor met her gaze, those dewy eyes now a predatory scarlet in colour.
When their eyes met all his strength seemed sapped from him and that haze fell over his body once more. His body no longer responded to his commands and he watched on half-conscious and helpless.
“Come to me my prey” The countess cooed, and to the hunter’s horror his body obeyed. With sluggish thoughts Ibor tried to scream at his body to run away but to no avail.
“Strip” Said Annabeth her voice demanding obedience, “Now”
Off came every bit of clothing he wore, much to Ibor’s terror and embarrassment.
As his large nuts hung low the vampire gave a half laugh half hiss.
“I knew I chose well when I saw you.”

She walked over to him and traced her hand along his strong chest and down to his stomach.
“Now we need to tenderize you” and with that her hand shot down to the man’s nuts. The countess gave a horrible squeeze to the man’s plums, her sharp well groomed nails digging into his tender sac flesh.
The ranger was a large and sturdy man, gruff enough to survive unaided in the wilderness yet this nut pain blasted his breath away.
Ibor felt as though he would collapse to the ground but whatever magic held him in place also kept him aloft.
The only indication of pain came from the scrunching of his face and his knees buckling slightly
“Study aren’t we” She mocked and gave a powerful slap to his nuts!
The force of the blow sent his nutbag swinging about and the pain crawled its way up into the man’s stomach. Even through the charm he had to cough at the pain. The noblewoman turned away from him as if to walk away.
For a brief second Ibor hoped that might be all that was in store for him.
Agony exploded in his testicles as a heel came snapping up into his unprotected plums! The back-turned kick was enough to send the man to the floor and cause his hands to try and soothe his wounded nads.
“Stand human-filth” Again that commanding tone. Despite his legs felling like jelly the large man managed to stand once more.
His testicles were a flushed red and hung even lower than they normally did. “Good” Annabeth purred “We’re starting to get things flowing down there” She moved her lithe and pale leg back and shot it out with terrifying strength!
It was clear that her unnatural state had given her some sort of super strength as the kick Ibor felt was stronger than any other he had taken in his life!
So powerful was the kick that it launched him back a couple feet!
His nads swung up and hit his stomach from the sheer force of the blow.
The ranger went full fetal as he crashed into the ground.
“Your whimpering is pathetic. Even the strongest of human stock cower when exposed to a higher being.” Teased the countess as she licked the palm of her hand.
To the ranger it felt like his nuts were vibrating from the pain, a burning sensation was spreading its way up his body and down his legs!
He shuddered to think how much pain he would be in if his mind wasn’t so hazy. Again despite his wishes, Ibor began to rise, but to his surprise the vampiress just began to circle around him.
He waited in an agony almost worse than a kick itself, expecting the next nut-crushing attack at any moment.
“Ah well, I’ve tendered you up enough I suppose,” Her voice ice cold, “Next is the chase, try not to disappoint me human.”
Ibor felt the magical hold on his body release and for a moment a new found vigor flowed into his body, a chance at life giving him a flood of adrenaline.
Then the fog of his mind cleared.
His nut pain soared to new heights as it felt as though his nuts were melting in a burning wash of pain. It was enough to make him drop to one knee.
There was a moment before he had the courage to look up.
Annabeth stared down at him, her red eyes cold and hungry.
“Run”
And so he did.
Ibor the Woodsman got up and hobbled as best he could back towards the entrance. The nut pain made him trot more than run and he winced every time his large nutbag slapped into his thigh.
He was almost towards the entrance gates when he saw a blur of movement above him. It bounded off the top of the ceiling and then shot towards the large entrance doors.
Then It bounced off the doors as well and rocketed towards Ibor.
The man only had time to recognize that the blur truly was the vampire before he sharp heeled shoe collided with his scrotum. The point of the heel sunk into the tender fleshbag a little and the man gave a shriek of horror and pain.
With a sickening thop Ibor managed to pull himself free.
He frantically clutched himself to make sure he was still whole.
To his overwhelming relief he still had both of his testicles, but his scrotum now had a stinging pain unlike anything he had ever felt.
The pain was great enough to make his eyes water!
Still, Ibor was made of tougher things than most men and he ran off in hopes of finding another exit.
He found himself lost very quickly. Ibor stumbled in the darkness of the manor and he went sprawling across the stone floor.

He pushed himself to his feet and rubbed his head, trying with all his strength to stay conscious. He felt a rough knee slam him hard enough to make pull him of the ground. The hunter’s balls were crushed and pinned directly into his pelvis, pinned beneath his own body and the bony knee of the vampire!
Back down to the floor Ibor went, a different kind of blackness creeping into the edge of his vision.
He felt her sharp nails dig into his already brutalized nutbag! Nails pierced skin and a shrill whine came from Ibor’s exhausted body. Her magic once again made him rise even as her claws drew blood and sapped his bodies last remaining strength away.
A pale light filled the room. They were in a hallway, the torches along the walls now alight with ghastly blue flames. He looked down, he knew she wanted him to see this. His member was resting over top her nose and she moved slowly and gently. Her mouth opened wide, the fangs revealing their full length and cruelly she bit deep into his nutflesh!
The razor like incisors tore into his swollen nuts, puncturing the soft rubbery orbs with ease!
He helplessly watched as she swallowed the contents of his ruined babymakers. With one horrible movement Ibor watched as she tore off his ruined ballbag, the flesh dangling gruesomely in her mouth.
The pain had made all thoughts meaningless, he felt nothing else but an overwhelming burning ache fill his body. His body spammed and locked up as he slowly descended to the floor and the void claimed him.