Final Fantasy IV - Haunted Baron

"Is everyone okay?" Edward asked. He glanced back and recounted the numbers in his head, his glance at last on the blue-haired lady to his right. A noble of Damcyan, she had halted her academic studies to join the King on this fun-filled evening. He regretted bringing her now, a great mind trapped in the dark halls of haunted Baron Castle.

The East Tower. He passed the black, rusting suits of knight armor on the path with a wary eye for any slight movement. Caution came with each step he took downward. The basement had dangers all its own by its layout. No windows. No extra doors or stairs. One straightforward path, and no alternate exits. It reminded him of the attack on Fabul by Golbez's Red Wings, bombs bursting on the outside while hordes of monsters rushed toward them as far back as the crystal chamber.

If he could ensure their safety, he would have left the twenty-some people unfortunate enough to get tangled in this mess to wait for him on the main floor. Only his harp had the power to repel his defiled allies. It troubled him how his notes had become the same weapon against them as any stray Bomb or Cockatrice.

The decor shifted. Bats fluttered their wings on the ceiling. Blood, dried and wet, stained the walls. Eerie warm, orange light peeked from the other end of the lowest floor's hall. As he approached and rounded the corner, he gazed upon the throne, its new king, and the harem at his feet.

"Ah, Edward. It took you long enough to get here. At least you have the common decency of a king to bring some snacks as a welcoming gift for my lovely brides."

Edward 'Edge' Geraldine sat on the glorious golden throne previously used by Odin. His dark gray cape pressed against the throne's cushions. His cloth mask, a carry-over from his Eblanese heritage, put all the more emphasis on his blood eyes and short, slicked back gray hair. Chalk white skin, clawed fingernails and long, pointed ears showed Edge's new nature beyond the splatters of blood over his darkened ninja garb.

"Oh no, not the Epopts too..." Edward said.

The Eight Epopts of Troia, former guardians for the Crystal of Earth and holy rulers of that paradise kingdom of music and art. The sisters came from a land built on light, lush green forests surrounding the hotspot village of dance, song and merriment. Edward had learned a great deal of new songs from Troia's people while he recovered from the ship attack by Leviathan during Zeromus' tyranny.

The memory made it even harder for him to see them this way.

Most of the Epopts lay sprawled at Edge's feet, matched so perfectly in style and features that the unwitting would think they had chosen their gowns to suit the whims of their master. Long purple dresses and beige hair wraps, the standard uniform chosen for Troian Epopts, became accents to their ownership as Vampire Lord Edge's many brides. But for their bond to each other, no trace of the Epopts' old lives remained in undeath, servants devoted almost exclusively to Edge's pleasure. They hiked their skirts to show pale leg, fangs bared to threaten and entice. The two eldest brunettes straddled the throne's arm rests, literally.

Lord Edge rubbed the wet delicacies of his nearest vampire brides. The echo of their moans up the stairs warned all stragglers of what resided in Baron Castle's basement levels, an evil lowly enough for the King and Queen to send it to the abyss below.

Smoke rose from beneath Edge's throne. A single blink, and the castle's 'guests' would have missed any one of the events that unfolded around them. One second later, a shady after-image of the Vampire Lord lingered in its seat. Two seconds later, Smoke and Mirage subsided with the utter disappearance of Eblan's King, precisely as men and women in Edward's group felt the sensation of needles prick their skin. Each person succumbed to the Shadowbind vampire magic in the third second, paralyzed neck down. That is, all but one person.

Edge reappeared on his throne... with a special keepsake from the group. "Hey toots, I'm gettin hungry and you look good for a few rounds. What do you say? Wanna be my next bride?"

"Let me go!" The Damcyan noble struggled in Edge's arms. In vain, it would seem; her glasses slipped down her nose and her well-kept blue hair mussed in her failed efforts. She stared in horror as the bride to Edge's right undid the ninja mask, freeing the Vampire Lord's fangs.

"Leave her alone!" Edward demanded.

"Or what? You'll whine at me some more? Ha!" The tips sank into soft, delicious flesh with the ease of a ninja dart through paper. Blood coursed through punctured veins and ran warm into the woman's clothes. While its red stained the browns and purples of her trenchcoat and dress, the lady's body began its quick slide into corruption.

Her eyebrows thinned, as evil ends restructured her face to better reveal the sinister desires starting to burn in her rapidly cold, lifeless heart. Both ears shifted to exaggerate the tipped upper edge. Her skin, already quite sunless, turned as blanche as the moon. She groaned and rolled her head to permit access to her master.

"Mmm... Lord Edge...." she said. "Wait, no! I want... to become your newest bride."

"That's what you're going to be, lady," Edge's cocky side persisted even in this twisted rendition of him. He licked a rising drip from the crimson stream and spoke to his other wives. "Brides, our other guests need some attention. Think you could bring them into the fold while I take care of your new blood-sister?"

"Oh yes, with pleasure Lord!"

Edward could scarcely think that the wise Epopts had degraded into their roles in the original plan so readily. Only the eldest brides refrained from the act. Six brides stood, dresses flowing to their heels. Hisses flew from their hungry mouths as the edges of their skirts shuffled along the floor. The arms of two brides, slender and cold, wrapped around their chosen men while their eyes roved for a pulsing hotspot that called for the feeding bite.

Edward blinked. His fingers twitched. Witness to the horror of the Damcyan lady's conversion, he watched for its effect on her as he plucked a string.

The note hung in the air. The vampires, all ten of them, sang carnal cries of want as the harp's persuasion affected their minds. Edward felt the vampire magic lift from the rest of his body, the same effect rippling through his other charges. He thought to lead the others to safety this instant when he spotted a metal glimmer on the Vampire Lord's neck.

"The key!" Edward said. He took a couple confident steps toward Edge, prepared to snatch it from his neck... when the joined hisses of the two eldest brides halted him.

"What have you done to us?" Edge accused. His prick raged against the rough fabric of his pants. "I feel.... my two most faithful brides! You're old as dirt compared to your sisters, but you have a duty. Remove my pants so I can have my way with your newest peer, then ruin her finest hour by worshipping my manhood. The rest of you can do whatever you want."

While the two eldest brides moved to their task, the others set their sights on lesser prizes. The two with victims, youngest and fairest of the former Epopts, dropped to their knees and ripped open the pants of both their men. They licked their lush purple lips at the offerings that flopped out. The allure of each prick was undeniable with a constant surge that brought firm stiffness. So much hot, flowing liquid waiting for an expert bite... an expert mouth... an expert tongue. They dove around the wide bulbs and forced the shafts to the back of their throats, cock hunger overpowering the natural bloodlust of their kin.

The youngest brushed her brown locks aside and slid her dress off her body, such was the heat of passion on her lifeless body. Her pale endowments bounced to show her purple-tinted nipples, the new natural color to all like her. She blinked falsely innocent eyes up to where her chosen man could see her, enticing him with her charms to wrap his hands around her head. It worked. Under his guidance, she moved with uncanny rhythm, bobbed with the perfect depth, flicked her tongue at the right moment. Her fangs made an excellent track on which to keep her oral fun. Though she imagined herself in full bliss, a new factor forced her hips to rise away on reflex like a hand to ice until she understood its very pleasant source.

Two other brides wriggled into position behind their youngest sisters. Their tongues sought the delicacies of the undead, guided by dark yearnings they routinely denied in even the worst of times as Epopts. The first bride groped around in the darkness under her sister's long dress-skirt, hands clenching ass cheeks and tongue worming into her target's tight anus. The transition from search to discovery remained vague to the outside observer, a puzzle to be solved by the mind's eye. On hands and knees, she lifted high as she could get to gain a better angle on her likewise positioned peer. The second bride licked the youngest woman's sopping sex, and out of desperation forced those legs shut around her head, smitten with being the subject of face-sitting. Though the goals of each bride differed, each found the same high from their choices, sniffing in the scent and letting the taste drip over finer than the most pure and noble blood.

The remaining brides, a pair of seeming outcasts, took to a game of undressing. They locked lips, their tongues wrestling as they slipped their gowns off one another. A strap here, a sash there, each garment became fancy litter to their great Lord's throne room. Reduced to lacy lingerie, the more forceful of the two pressed her new sub against the wall and plied her hand inside her sub's panties. The thorough kneading of breast-flesh and eager grunts between them signaled only one of the many growing in the room, yet the most pervasive of all came direct from the throne.

"Ohhh, Lord Edge! Use me! Use your new cunt! My virginity isn't worthy of your might!" The new inductee cried.

"Hush. I can think of hags far worse that I've tried to bed... right, brides?" Edge taunted.

Though by no measure ugly or as old as their master teased, shivers ran through the eldest brides at Edge's words. Even his insults were golden, priceless treasures to keep, signs of his interest in them. The brides took to them with fervor, loins wet for the next time he called them such names. While their blood-sisters sated themselves on lesser ones, the eldest had the prime choice of tongue-washing their master's virile shaft and full, hanging scrotum. The new bride's virginity in every drop of sex juice stained their senses, and the truth of their impure vampire selves as a lower order to the new conversion above them instilled into both elder brides while clear cum dripped into their hair.

The former noble moaned. Her new lord's hand mercilessly mauled her breasts through her tattered clothes. The damage mattered little; soon she would wear the uniform of a devoted wife like the rest of her master's harem. Rise and fall, her body danced on the Vampire Lord's member to please him. Yet through the fog corroding her mind, she remembered enough of herself to grab the key about her master's neck and tug. Once the gold chain popped open, she had the wits to throw it to her old liege before her lust subdued her again.

"Take it!" the Damcyan noble shouted.

Edward caught the glimmering gold key. "I'm sorry I failed you..."

"You didn't fail me, King," she answered between her breathy cries. "I'm having the time of my life! I never knew such wonders existed through sex. I used to be so stuffy and bookish. Not anymore!"

"Hehe, another satisfied bride I see," Edge kissed his woman's bite marks.

"You bet I am. I should have at the very least found some roving imp for practice. If I knew it would be so wonderful, I would have-"

"We wouldn't have been able to enjoy your virginity if you had, and I crave that above all else. Your other brides would agree."

They very well might have; but they were too busy slaking their own lusts. The youngest brides savored the white cum blasting into their mouths, any remnants of blood hunger replaced by the undying need for male seed. Every creature had the potential to give them what they craved, and in time they would scour the countryside to sample every man and beast.

The next brides in line were different. Unlike the youngest and eldest, they knew only blood and their sisters' delicate folds. Everything about the other brides screamed to them, and the other brides is what they would have. Whether ass or vagina, they would lick each bride clean with ravenous delight. They forced themselves into the quivering delicacies, savoring the finest of meals for the finest of the undead.

The last brides had themselves... and that's all they needed. The dom and sub desires filled a void blood could never provide. With handcuffs and cloth gags, the dom would 'punish' her petite sub sister beyond anything their classy master would impose. A battered cunt later, the sub would be quaking on the floor, much as she did this time, cumming in waves from the dom's hard finger-thrusts.

While an orgy unfolded in front of him, Edward turned toward the men currently victim to two vampire brides' oral ministrations, the wife of one tugging on his arm.

"Get away from her!" she demanded. "Do it or I'm leaving you when we get out of here."

Edward sighed, dejection in his voice. "He can't. He's under their spell. Do not blame him; the temptation is like a lamia's to them."

"Well can't you do anything about this?"

He shook his head. "Not until we find the rest of these keys."

"Hmph. Fine, lead the way, oh great King of Damcyan. I won't tolerate my husband like this any longer than need be."

The woman's earnest crusade had her pushing past him, rushing up the steps. Edward took a final look at the chaos around him, and the unfortunate lady caught in the middle. Her new details spoke of a life as bride to the Vampire Lord, and her impassioned wails affirmed it. The soft bounce of her bosom as her pink nipples turned violet betrayed the last of her innocence lost.

He could only bow his head in regret. "I will save you, Harley."