On the horizon Volantis loomed, it had taken him night on two months to reach his destination.
He no longer was dressed in ragged, dirty clothes, he now rode a horse and was dressed in what passed for finery on this world. A work of a while robbing and stealing what he could along the roads that led to Volantis, the horse had been easy enough to calm and break to his will so that he could ride it, his mental powers equally applicable to beasts and men, and women, never forget those...
As habitation had gotten thicker along the roads he had travelled the opportunities available to him had expanded significantly, he had indulged his fantasy of enjoying the flesh of buxom farmers daughters on more than one occasion, even dallying in one particular spot for several days, the famer in question having two sets of twin daughters, the eldest pair just ripening into their womanhood, the younger pair were not quite there yet, but they had served his needs more than adequately. He cast his mind back, 'more than adequately was an understatement, the younger twins had been in possession of cunts as tight as mouse's earholes, at least at first anyway.
And all four daughters had been virgins, a most excellent outcome as far as he was concerned and thankfully, he had been restrained enough to make sure to take his time and enjoy this gift that had fallen into his lap. Even their mother had done service, loose and all that she had been, she had still been a fine figure of a woman and a very enjoyable ride.
He had overpowered the father and his single son, a lad of about sixteen years, and the farm labor, two slaves that were locked up at night in a secure outhouse. He had locked all four men into the outhouse and had chased and caught the fleeing females one by one, locking them into a single room. Then he secured the rest of the farm and set about appreciating this rare bounty. The farm was isolated, he had come across it while taking a shortcut that he had lifted from the mind of a fellow traveler. A quick dip into the minds of the farm's occupants had confirmed their aggregability to meet his requirements, and the farm rarely had visitors, so he was unlikely to be disturbed in his activities.
In the room adjacent to where the women were locked up, he had set himself up, and the room that housed the five women was a storeroom, its tiny, high windows impossible to escape from.
To start off he drank deeply from the farmer to fuel the excesses he would subject his women to, selecting the eldest daughter to be the first to be honored by him.
He took the girl in the room next door to where her mother and sisters were captive, ravishing her flesh with abandon, making sure that he made as much noise as possible, and equally he made sure that the girl screamed and wailed as much as possible during her ordeal.
As morning approached, he tossed the unconscious girl back to the dubious safety and care of her mother and siblings, selecting one of the younger twins to next enjoy his attentions, he
locked the girl into the room and went back out to the imprisoned men, selecting one of the slaves to fortify him for the excesses of the day to come.
Returning to the girl he had his way with her in as many ways as he could think of, never stinting nor stopping, his flesh and lusts equally inexhaustible until dusk settled on the farm. Once more he gave the exhausted and unconscious girl over to her terrified relatives and went to slake his thirst, this time draining the son dry of his strong, young blood.
That night the other younger twin was the object of his considerable desires and lusts, and she screamed louder, shriller and longer than any of her sisters had, much to his delight and amusement.
Once again as the first rays of the hated sun began to fan across the horizon, he had returned the girl to the adjacent room, consumed the blood of the last slave and retuned to lather the final daughter with the froth of his lusts. Sadly, the girls mind seemed to have been broken by her experiences and of listening to him rape his sisters endlessly, a shame that as she had the loveliest breasts he had seen since he had found himself on Planetos, and he had deliberately kept her till last, well last but one. For he was not going to forget about their mother, oh no, for he would definitely fuck the cunt that the cunts he had been fucking had dropped from.
Anyway, he went about his business, for he needed not the permission, or even the active disagreement of the girl currently limply impaled on his prodigious cock, all she, like all of the thousands of females before her and the sure to be thousands after her, was a wet hole to be filled for his pleasure
As dusk fell, he swapped the final girl for her mother, and he was soon delighted with the panting moans and denials of the women as he filled her with the pulsing extrusions of his flesh. He was forced to admit that as he surged and thrust inside her hot, sopping core that the mother was the best fuck so far, her finely shaped womanly features and curves as exciting as her loose but still inviting cunt.
He drove himself onwards with gusto, reveling in his lusts and desires, never slighting nor slacking during the long and hot night, reducing the woman to an unconscious rag doll with his excesses.
As dawn broke, he entered the storeroom where the daughters huddled and dropped their unconscious mother to the floor, his semen leaking copiously from between her legs. Closing the door behind him he grabbed one of the younger twins and simply impaled her on his cock, laughing darkly as the other two girls screamed in panic and terror, his eyes burning crimson in his head, his face the very picture of horror as he let his vampire reshape his features
The older twin who had been so, unresponsive to his attentions merely slumped on the floor, seemingly dead to the world as he pumped the younger twin vigorously up and down on his cock, her waist gripped and enclosed by a taloned claw.
"See what has been fucking you! Look upon the true nature of the beast whose flesh has rutted in you, ruined you, whose seed has corrupted you!"
With that he spent himself into the girl, once finished he tugged her off his cock and tossed her aside, reaching out and grabbing another of the younger daughters and repeating the process, though this time he thrust up her arse instead, delighting in the agonizing howl of pain the invasion of his cock flesh produced.
And like that he went from one daughter to the next, without pause or rest for the remainder of the day, adding the mother to the rounds in the afternoon, until he let his leech have its due and it drove its flesh into that of the women to drain them of their blood, one after another.
Finally, he was done and sated, he smiled to himself as he collected all the empty sacks of dried flesh and sagging skin, pilling them on a pyre he had built. Before he lit it, he dined well on the food that he found in the kitchen of the farmhouse, stuffing himself beyond what he would normally do. Needing as he did this coarse fare to help his form return to something approaching human normality.
The farm was prosperous enough to own a horse, it was an unremarkable animal, and it was not branded so he saddled it and as the flames rose behind him from the bonfire of this most enjoyable sojourn the horse trotted off down a dirt road and off into the enveloping darkness.