Ch 73 Carnage At The Ice River

(I'm adding gilly when the time comes, also what do y'all think about me putting in a 'fake' Jon snow for the fun of having Ned raise some random whores son)

The night sky was dark and moonless as I walked towards the first wildling settlement.

I heard the sounds of drums and flutes in the cold air as every step I took crushed the soft snow beneath my feet.

I was followed by Rhaella, Lily, Ashara, and the Newly Vampiric Myranda....it would be her first hunt tonight.

We all wore Black Cloaks that made us nearly invisible In the shadows as we silently approached our first village.

Melisandre rode high above on Ancalagon while searching above for every settlement near and around the ice river.

Melisandre was still not turned into a vampire but her fire magic made her perhaps even more dangerous than my other women as streams of flames poured from her body that scorched and seared anything they touched.

We all walked nearly silently as we approached the wildling settlement.

There were guard dogs but Lily and Ashara spread their beautiful leathery wings and flew towards them silently.

Before the guard dogs could make a sound my women's sharp claws dug into their throats and ripped their heads off.

We then flew on top of the Wildling hovels as we watched Milk Tits....I mean Myranda kill her first prey.

We spotted four dozen savages around a bonfire as they sang and drank fermented milk from leather bags.

A few of them played instruments as the rest sang happily.

I noticed that there weren't many men in the village since most of them had probably been slaughtered at Bear Island.

Myranda approached from the Darkness and I waved my hand as dark magic flew towards the bonfire and put blew it out as the small village was brought to complete darkness.

They all made worried noises....one man tried to re-light the flames but most of them knew that this was not normal.

They gathered their weapons and whispered amongst eachother as their eyes struggled to adapt to the darkness.

Myranda approached one woman who was apart from the group and seemed more drunk than the others.

Milk Tits walked only inches behind the woman and shoved two of her claws into the woman's skull.

The wildling savage instantly went limp but Myranda was already holding her and had her fangs extended.

She dug her long sharp fangs into the woman's neck and began to greedily slurp up the woman's blood as a bit spilled and dripped on the corners of her mouth.

As Myranda was drinking from the woman, a man walked up and called out to the woman that Myranda was drinking from.

"Hey Leyla do you still have some of that tar for makin' fire? Hey are you paying attention to me?" The man asked as he walked up to Myranda who held the dead Leyla up while drinking her dry.

It was far too dark for the man to see but when he was only a few feet away he saw what was happening to Leyla and opened his mouth to scream but Myranda had already swiped twice at the man.

The first swipe of her deadly claws was to his throat which dripped blood as he gurgled, the next was to the man's face and he got five deep gashes across his face as he fell to the ground.

When his oozing corpse thudded onto the snow all the other savages realized there was something wrong and charged towards Myranda's position with their spears pointed and ready to strike.

She immediately charged in while swinging her claws as she tore those wildling cunts limb from limb even more ferociously than Ashara did during her hunts.

Myranda's huge cow Tits bounced and jiggled with every swipe of her claws, even though she wore a cloak their softness and juicyness were impossible to hide.

Lily who was standing beside me muttered. "Sooo bouncy...." 

My other girls agreed out loud.

"You're right little sister....they really are too bouncy." Rhaella spoke.

"I can't take my eyes off of them for some reason." Ashara added.

"Daddy can I drink from Milk Tits after she's done killing them?" Lily asked with pleading eyes.

"We can drink from her when we ride back home, you know she can't produce milk naturally yet and I don't want to waste the potion." I told lily as I patted her head and she nodded cutely.

I looked back at the massacre that Myranda committed...she was unbelievably vicious In her attacks.

Right now she was drinking from one woman's gashed throat while holding her next victim in the other hand.

We all descended once Myranda was finished eating.

My other women walked from tent to tent while slaughtering all those who weren't outside such as the children, The sick, and the elderly.

"H...Ho....How did I do Husband?" Milk Tits asked shyly as she wiped the blood from her mouth with a Handkerchief.

I just brought her into a hug as her soft tits pressed against my body.

"I'm so proud of you my Love, you did so well." I said while rubbing her head and she practically melted into my arms.

As I started to kiss her and fondle her huge soft mommy milkers through her cloak.

Once we were done kissing I walked up to the corpses and cast Enthrallment, the good ones rose as Strigoi 

I had forty three once this small settlement was wiped out.

We all flew upwards towards Ancalagon and Melisandre who soared above us.

Within a few minutes I landed on his saddle and brought my beautiful Red Priestess into my arms as I kissed and fondled her.

Her belly was now somewhat noticeable but nothing major since her natural milk had yet to come out.

Soon my other women arrived and we flew towards the next village while the Strigoi followed on the ground.

Soon We reached the next village and descended down silently.

We landed on a hill near the much larger village and waited for the Strigoi to catch up, they would be here in fifteen minutes so we had time to relax..

I grabbed Rhaella, buried my face under her cloak and pulled down her dress to reveal her swollen juicy breasts and pale pink nipples.

I placed my mouth on one and began drinking as she moaned lightly as I savoured her flavor.

Soon after another head came underneath her cloak.....I saw the dirty blonde hair of Lily as she attacked Rhaellas' other nipple to drink the nice mommy milky while the Strigoi got here.

Once Rhaella was dry I turned to lily and pulled down her dress to reveal her slightly swollen C cup tits.

I put my lips onto her nipples and only managed to get a few drops.

I was a little sad but Lily moved my head towards Rhaellas' other breast that still had Milk in here.

I patted Lily's head and started drinking Rhaellas' delicious nectar once more.

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(15 min Later)

The screams of women and children and the angry roars of the men in the village cut through the quiet night air as my Strigoi leapt and slaughtered all who stood before them.

Men pointed their stone spears at dark shadows and when they would stab at one, another would rush past them and rip out their guts with long jagged claws.

Women in wooden hovels used spears to keep the Strigoi at bay and protect their babies but the savage monsters would let themselves be impaled just to get their hands on the delicious bite sized morsels.

I ordered that women be brought before me, and my wives by the Strigoi once we had proper numbers.

By the dozens, women with broken arms or legs would be dragged through the cold snow as they screamed and wailed In suffering.

Our razor sharp maws opened as we grabbed the crying wildlings and gorged ourselves in their fresh delicious blood with great fervor as we tore their throats open and drank greedily from the wound as delicious blood seeped out.

Each of them begged for mercy until their last breaths as they were drank dry of every drop.

My women were equally ruthless as me.....these were only livestock to us, mere drinks to ease our thirst when we had a parched throat.

Before long the entire population was drank dry and Turned into Strigoi, We flew from village to village all along the ice river and left nothing but empty blood stained huts behind as our numbers grew more and more.

Wherever we roamed only death and suffering ensued as the populations were drained of all their crimson life blood.

Once we were done my women wanted nothing more than to fall asleep on the ride back home.

They had Feasted on thousands of women and although they were higher vampires, that really wasn't something anyone under a Origin vampire should do.

They were having the magical version of being sleepy after eating too much at Thanksgiving so they fell asleep on the way back home.

All my new Strigoi were dormant In a large cave between a chain of mountains and would wait for me until I needed them.

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On the flight back I stayed awake with Melisandre as we talked and cuddled amongst ourselves.

Melisandre had quicky grown to become my favorite woman.

although I loved them all deeply, Melisandre with her constant affections gained a special place in my heart.

She sang to me while I slept, and ran her fingers through my hair, after a long day she would start massaging me, She showed that extra level of tenderness which grew on my heart.

She put in that little bit of extra effort and love into everything, and it showed.

I held her tightly from behind as I smelled her fiery Red hair and rubbed my hand over her baby bump where our Melony was growing and continued flight over the choppy sea and towards our cozy Fortress.