And so he stayed with the Dothraki slaving party, despite their increasingly frantic efforts to shake him off, every night he would select a meal and carry it off to feed upon it, no matter what the Dothraki tried. At first, they tried to set guards all around the camp to deter him, not that they knew what they were facing, from their terrified minds they seemed to be under the impression that he was some sort of evil spirt.
A ring of on edge and after a few nights of his visitations, terrified Dothraki warriors surrounding the camp was no trouble to him. He employed his mental powers to the full, befuddling the guards to either snatch one of them away to be drained and discarded, or to sneak into the camp itself and remove one of the choicer treats to be found amongst the slaves.
He on occasion used his ability to draw up fogs and mists to cover his nocturnal visits, but after a few uses its presence would so spook the Dothraki that they would all huddle together around the slave pens and made it very difficult to select a meal for the night.
During the day he would resort to burying himself, but he had snatched a leather tent which he had repurposed as a cover and wrap for himself, it was still somewhat insulting to his pride to be forced to 'live' like this, but he put up with it for the moment.
The Dothraki had even tried to find him on several occasions, sweeping far and wide during the day, looking for him he suspected. A combination of digging a little deeper and some expenditure of his mentalism meant that they never found him and soon gave up on this endeavor.
From his probing of the minds of his by now terrified companions he learned much, though much of it was frustratingly incomplete and often contradictory. This slave party was on its way to a city called Volantis, well not actually that far, they were making for a trading station on the edge of what they called the Dothraki Sea to exchange the slaves for coin and goods.
These so called 'Dothraki' reminded him of the Mongols, whom he had lived among for over two hundred years, and with whom he had fought and conquered and raped his way across much of the know world. Ah, good times he remembered, so much blood spilled, so much blood drank, so many women spoiled...
But these savages were a pale imitation of the feared hordes of Genghis Khan and his descendants, and he had quickly decided that he would not waste his time amongst them.
And as he travelled with this convenient herd, he came to understand that his powers were much more acute than previously, his mental gifts were stronger and more available to him than before. He could reach out with his mind and read anything he wanted from the cowering minds of the Dothraki and their slaves. And he could read them easily without them even knowing he had been there, and the planting of commands and orders was a thing of trivial effort.
On earth it had often taken several minutes to even gain access to a mind fully, and it required ofttimes intense concentration. Here, it was the work of seconds and barely a twist of thought
Every evening he would rise from his earthen rest and spend a few hours catching up with the caravan, on occasion they had not stopped for the night and were instead trying to outpace him. Fruitless and all that this was the Dothraki soon gave up on this and settled to clustering their tents together, with the slaves inside this protective ring. Every few feet a Dothraki would stand guard throughout the night, their hearts beating with a fluttering, incipient panic that was sheer music to his ears.
It had been ten days now that he had been feeding from this slaving party, and from what he could find from their minds it would be a few more days before they reached the Volantine trading station. Though the information that the savages had about Volantis was sparse, it sounded like it was some sort of city state, and much more amenable to his desires than a bunch of horse savages.
After the second night when he had carried away a young female slave, he had not enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh, only the pleasure of feeding, and he missed the comfort he could enjoy from the succulent parts of a woman. But the Dothraki were guarding their cargo of flesh far too closely for his liking, and he had to reply upon the power of his mentalism to cut out something to meet his needs.
He would have preferred to just use his great strength and prowess to simply overwhelm the Dothraki guards and simply reave and rape, but that would be one night's pleasure and then he would be left with a drought of pleasures....
He might still do that when a day away from this Volantine trading station, but for now he concentrated on capturing the minds of the guards and making them unaware of his presence as he crept into the camp and made his selection. His partner in pleasure and eventual meal was a slip of a lass, barely budded but pretty enough and more than adequate for his needs.
He could not spare the concentration to capture the girls mind, so he just resorted to keeping a hand firmly over her mouth as he snatched her up and sprinted out of the camp, chaos erupting in his wake
He bounded off into the night, running at a speed that even horses would find difficult to match, until he had put the Dothraki camp several miles behind him. They did not pursue, well not after the second night, when he had snatched a girl with silver blonde hair and the Dothraki had pursued on horseback.
Hypnotizing the silver haired girl to stillness he had dropped her into the grass and turned to deal with his pursuers. The inch long talons topping his fingers, his speed and strength had seen him butcher the four Dothraki who had foolishly decided to come after him, They, and their horses had provided him with a surfeit of blood to quench his plaguey thirst, the silver haired girl had assuaged his other thirsts for much of that night, until he had drunk of her life as the dawn had approached.
Slowing down to a trot he cast his gaze about, there was a small clump of trees a few hundred yards away, that would do nicely and he jogged over to it, the girl in his arms he had long ago stunned into silence and immobility with the force of his mentalism.
Finding a spot conducive to his needs he set the girl down, whose slack jawed face started up at him in incomprehension, though her eyes blazed with utter terror, his visage, his true self must not be attractive to her he chucked darkly in his head.
That was of no concern to him, he reached down and tore the girls clothing from her, leaving her naked under the dim moonlight, he pondered for a second, tilting his head to one side, yes.
With a twist of will he released his minds grip on the girl, who inhaled massively and screamed and screamed, while trying to scramble away from him. He stood still for a second before darting forwards to catch hold of the girl's hair as it streamed out behind her as she attempted to flee
"Ah, ah my lovely" he husked through a mouthful of fangs "no you don't, you and I have yet to get to know each other properly..." as the girl came to sudden stop, crying in pain from where he gripped her hair. His other hand gripped the lass around her tiny, slim waist, almost enclosing it in his grasp, and spying a convenient branch of a tree he maneuvered the girl, despite her flailing arms, legs and pleading cries over the branch and rested her torso over it at waist height, facing away from him.
Releasing her hair, he freed his already rampant cock and holding its girth in one hand he lined himself up, the girls begging and wailing only making him harder. Once he was positioned properly, he thrust forwards into her depths, dry of now but with a twist of will he commanded the girl's cunt to lubricate for him.
Her screech of pain and terror echoed out into the night as he hilted himself, thrilling him and sending a shudder of pleasure through him as he withdrew and slammed forwards again, the first beginnings of moisture beginning to seep into her cant.
Ahh, this was what it meant to be one of the wamphyri, to take what he wanted, without consequences, without end, as he began to fuck the girl properly, her sobbed denials spilling out into the uncaring night. And under the alien sky he fucked the girl in all of her holes as many times as he wanted, until he was sated, if only temporarily, and as his flesh filled the by now unconscious girl for the last time he let his vampire have its due, their metamorphic flesh burrowing greedily, uncaringly into the girls flesh to seek out her veins and to drink of the blood that was the life.