Dink’s feral nature was no longer held in check by his better judgement. His body was acting on pure instinct. The demon heart gem embedded in the pommel of his dragon sword suddenly emitted a red pulse, briefly dispelling all illusions. The fledgeling vampire’s beautiful features were wiped away to reveal mummified skin with bared feral fangs. It last only a flash before being replaced with the image of a flawless woman in her youth.

“Gasp, a demon heart! How did a mere goblin come to possess such a treasure?” the gorgeous vampire asked, reeling back in shock. Dink’s gaze locked on her deep chest as it jiggled enticingly in the moonlight. “That explains how you can contend with me in combat. But I must know, perhaps you would be open to a trade?”

The beautiful woman turned seductive, swaying her body invitingly as she continued to circle him. The torn fabric of her burial gown slipped to the side, exposing a supple breast beneath. The vampire was unconcerned. In fact, she took advantage to emphasize her enticing cleavage with a confident smile.

Dink wasn’t swayed by her teasing. Instead, snarling while prowling forward. He was much shorter than the woman, his face aligning perfectly with her well-rounded breasts, the main focus of his attention. She intuitively understood his intentions and stopped retreating, a small smile of satisfaction forming on her face.

He abruptly lunges forward with brutal savagery, neglecting the dragon sword to claw at her elegant neck. She nimbly danced around the attack, slashing his face in the process with her own claws. Her body suddenly tensed and became immobile, gracefully tilting her delicate chin to tentatively sniff the air, detecting Dink’s blood on the wind.

She lifted her hand to inspect the lone droplet of blood at the end of her nail, curling her finger and bringing it to her full lips. Her tongue emerged to seductively lick away the blood, biting her lip and closing her eyes as it retreated back inside her mouth. Her body immediately began to tremble, experiencing what could only be described as bliss, falling to her knees in ecstasy. She emitted subtle yelps and gasps, clutching her hands tightly between her soft thighs while kneeling on the damp dirt.

“W-what is this delectable bloodline? The lifeforce is completely overpowering, I can barely endure it. I need more. Give me more!” the vampire shrieked, her eyes flashing magenta in the moonlight as she suddenly lurched from the ground toward him.

Dink didn’t react to any hostility from the woman, standing immobile as she grasped his head in both hands and pressed her lips firmly against his.

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The vampire’s body convulsed under him at the first touch of dawn, his pure draconic blood forcing her into a seizure. Blood foamed from her lips as he pulled his weight from her, climbing to his feet as the rays of sunlight blanketed her curvaceous figure.

She remained unresponsive even as smouldering flames ignited across her porcelain skin, quickly engulfing her. Within the blink of an eye, her body flared into a scorching inferno, leaving behind a charred skeleton. But a gust passed through the area, crumbling even that into ash scattering upon the wind. Ridding the scene of any evidence of what had transpired under the light of the Three Sisters in the night sky.

Soon all that remained was the naked figure of Dink staring blankly into the distance with the dragon sword stabbed into the ground beside him. Dink pried out the sword and looked around, sniffing the air. He smelled something enticing on the wind and his stomach grumbled with hunger.

He began to march in a random direction. Wart trailed forgotten behind at a distance, running on diminutive legs in an attempt to not be left behind.

After travelling for a few hours, they stumbled upon a solo farmer packing up camp. Off to the side was a two-wheel cart laden with vegetables shrivelled in the heat. A mule tethered to a tree with a feed bag over its nose on the other side of a small clearing located a short distance from the gravel highway seen through the trees. Dink didn’t even slow, driven on by hunger, he stepped forward into the opening.

The mule snorted, detecting Dink’s scent and pulling at the reins in distress, alerting the farmer. The man froze tying up his sleep bundle, farmer'speering around the clearing for intruders. He eventually noticed the Goblin approaching him and scrambled for an old well-used crossbow in arm’s reach. Unfortunately in his haste, the man dropped the weapon, knocking the trigger and firing the bolt into the throat of his mule.

Dink paused, sniffing the delectable scent of blood in the air, shifting his attention away from the remnants of the porridge over the fire that had initially drawn him. Instead, he turned his attention to the mule and bared his fangs.

“Fuck this shite, I ain’t dealing with this today,” the man cursed, tossing aside the crossbow and fleeing toward the highway. He tripped over the spilled contents of his incomplete pack. Leering back at Dink as he urgently scrambled back to his feet, screaming at the top of his lungs as he fled. “Help, Goblins!”

Dink didn’t even spare the terrified man a glance as he approached the mule. It struggled to draw in wheezing breaths, laying exhausted on the ground, its tether pulled taut and preventing its head from resting. The farmer hesitated at the opening of the trees to watch Dink, unsure what he should do next. Dink raised his head, growling wordlessly at the man, making the decision for him as he turned to flee.

Dink felt only a vague sense of familiarity with the sword at his side as the demon heart gem pulsed with an eerie light, spurring his action. The dragon sword rose and fell with brutal efficiency, mercifully ending the mule’s suffering. After slaughtering the mule, he carved off a large haunch. Raising it to his lips, he savagely tore into the raw bloody meat with sharp teeth.

After tearing all the flesh from the bone and gnawing it clean, his hunger was still unsatiated. Instinct took over and he immediately pounced on the carcass, ripping into the flesh with his sharp teeth and claws, devouring the mule with primal ferocity.

Wart watched in curiosity at his master feasting, completely unperturbed by the lack of decorum. It didn’t take long until Dink finished. Licking his blood-stained lips, he stood up, looking around for more. Wart approached Dink cautiously, sensing something had innately changed within his master. Dink spun to face him and the mushroom creature sensed a dangerous aura emanating from him. He skittered away, hesitant to get close despite his own hunger.

The farmer's screams for aid could still be heard in the distance, his belongings completely abandoned and left behind for Dink to rummage through. He threw aside useless items like clothing and eating utensils, intently focused on finding more food.

Dink sniffed the air again, detecting the scent of another caravan in the distance. It appeared the fleeing man had found aid, Dink’s ears twitched as he listened to them getting closer. He snarled with bestial fury began and moved to meet it, Wart still following behind.

As they stalked through the trees, Dink felt the pull of the sword growing stronger. It was trying to urge him in a certain direction but he was unconcerned about what purpose. He instinctively knew that he had to listen and keep moving north, no matter the cost.

When they arrived at the second caravan, Dink stepped from the trees to block the path. The man from before urgently pointed from the seat beside a merchant, the man was frozen with terror but his veteran guard moved to confront him. But Dink didn't care. He was driven by strong hunger as he lifted the sword, staring into the man’s eyes with a predatory gaze.