Ty shakily climbed to his feet and stepped over to the door. He didn't exactly like the idea of Stella being alone out there...but he'd been seconds away from being enslaved himself, and had only escaped by the skin of his teeth. He didn't have any leveraging power; trying to save her would've been suicide. At this point, he had only one hope of making it out of here. He needed to make his way through the castle and find an entrance that isn't protected by a ferocious pack of horny wolves.
Ty opens the door and is washed in a wave of cool air. He stepped inside and quickly closed the door behind him. He appeared to be in some kind of abandoned dungeon. Cobweb-filled cells with broken, eroded bars decorated the walls, while a single dusty chandelier hung from the ceiling. A few weapons and torture devices lay on a three-legged table, though one look told Ty they were all far too heavy to be of any use to his lean form. He spotted a few skeletons as well, but every one appeared to be centuries old, coated in layers of dust.
Ty's exploration of the dungeons were cut short when he turned a corner and nearly ran into a woman. He stumbled backwards and caught himself with one hand, eyes widened in surprise. She was drop-dead gorgeous by any metric. Wavy dark red hair tumbled freely down her shoulders. She wore a fine scarlet dress that clung tightly to her figure and ran straight down her ankles. A low-cut neckline revealed fantastic cleavage. Noticeably, though, her skin was incredibly pale, almost as white as snow, and her eyes glowed red. As Ty took in the sight of her, the woman ran her tongue over dark-shaded lips.
"What do we have here?" She didn't seem surprised at all by his sudden entrance. Rather, she had an amused smirk on her perfect lips. "An adventurer? My lord, it's been quite a while. Looks like you ran into the dogs, too... Well, come on, I'll give you the tour." The woman waved him forward and began to stride past him, down the hallway. "Oh, yes," she called back over her shoulder. "I am 'the Dreammistress', though you may call me Alore. Some of your kind find that more comfortable."
"My kind?" Ty stumbled to catch up with her, but soon, he walked alongside her, as a willing participant in this 'tour'. "What are...what's your 'kind', then, Alore?"
"Vampires, of course." She swept the word aside with a gentle wave of her hand. "Not quite as powerful of the lord of this establishment, but we'll get to that in due time. Here we are." She arrived to a simply massive set of old worn double doors, with a heavy iron bar crossing between them. Alore, however, lifted the bar with one hand as if it was nothing, and tossed it aside. "Our destination." And she pushed open the doors.
Inside was a vast contrast from the ruined dungeons. It was a bedroom, filled with lush pillows, golden trim, mirrors, chandeliers, and an absolutely huge bed. Ty almost let out a gasp of envy- after a sleepless night of traveling, that bed looked like the single most comfortable and cozy thing he'd ever seen.
Not noticing that the young wizard was distracted, Alore stepped in front of him and smiled warmly. Her hands slipped behind her back for a moment, as if fumbling with something. Then, abruptly, her thin scarlet dress dropped from her shoulders and fell to the carpet, revealing her gorgeous nude form to his eyes. And she was certainly a sight to behold: perfectly round breasts, a soft pink pussy, perfectly hairless all over and without a flaw or scar to be found. The vampiress slipped onto the bed, laying on her back, and spread her graceful legs apart. "Come, young adventurer," she purred, slowly running one finger over her tight pussy to tease him. "Lay with me. You deserve the rest..."