After he dismissed Baelish with a long list of tasks that he had to do for his master he pondered and thought for a while, running over his plans in his head, as he sensed the sun rising, he retired to sleep, the curtains of Baelish's room were drawn tight, as were the curtains around the canopied bed he occupied.
He had considered asking for a whore to join him in his slumbers, though they would not be slumbers as such if he had such company, but he decided against it in the end, electing to get some sleep instead. Not that he actually needed much in the way of sleep, especially as he was not overly exerting himself physically nor mentally, but on the later point he would be soon pushing himself to the limits of what he believed was possible, so rest was probably advisable
And so he slept the ofttimes dreamless sleep of the wamphyri, untroubled by anything in the way of concerns or the timid weakness of the human unconscious.
He awoke as the sun dipped below the horizon, luxuriating in the feel of the sheets of the bed, expanding his mind to sean his surroundings. All was in order, all was well, he was safe, and Baelish was waiting on his summons, as was correct.
He summoned Baelish and the whoremonger came instantly, several whores also entering with bundles of clothes, he stood naked in the center of the room, his mind commanding the whores to gaze upon his form
The whores gave him sultry smiles as they placed the clothes on the table that Baelish had indicated, they them left, but all of them gave him lingering looks over their shoulders, lust hazing their gazes.
He would not disappoint these whores, of that he was sure, and maybe they might never be able to be satisfied with a mere man ever again, for what woman, after having a wamphyri fulfill them, after being filled full by his metamorphic flesh, would ever know deliberately seek pleasure with one of their own species? A laugh bubbled in his throat, many of his lovers never gave of their bodies to anyone else after knowing him as he oft found himself ravenous after enjoying the entrances to a woman, and they provided a convenient meal to satiate his thirst.
He strode over to the table and picked his way through the clothes he had asked Baelish to acquire for him, he had ordered these from Baelish the day he had made the Master of Coin's acquaintance.
Finely made garments in the styles appropriate for Kings Landing, and appropriate to his standing as the soon to be secret master of this world, well this continent to start off with.
While he lusted after ruling, after grabbing power by its throat and using it to slake his desires long and painful experience had taught him that to take power directly would always lead to disaster. That the powers and longevity of the wamphyri, coupled with
their.....appetites, and their disadvantages, would always lead to men rising up and casting them down in the end.
It would be better to stay in the shadows and manipulate, to be the secret puppet master, hidden yet powerful, unknown but all pervasive. And back on the earth that had spawned him? Impossible, or at least very, very difficult, for the minds of humans were often capable of resisting his mentalism, and in truth his mentalism had been an imprecise and sometimes blunt instrument. The only surefire way of controlling others had been to turn them into a vampire, but that brought with it a host of additional problems that he had become less and less willing to deal with as he had grown older and had come to see the benefits of being reclusive.
But here on Planetos? Human minds seemed to be more open to his interference, and his powers themselves had blossomed and were continuing to grow and mature, though not at the same rate as they had done in those first few weeks, he after he had found himself transported to this strange and wonderful world.
A world where his kind were apparently unknown, were there were no legends of blood sucking night fiends.....and where the methods of dealing with one such as him where equally unknown.
A world ripe for the plucking, just as its women and girls were ripe for his plucking.
He had let his passions run wild when he had first started to think on what would be his path on this world, for it had seemed that anything was possible, but alas, soon enough reality caused his soaring flights of fantasy to come crashing down.
Though his kind were unknown, the humans of this world did not take too kindly to his presence when they gained some inkling as to what he was, and what he was capable of. He had already been burned out of Volantis by a mob, the usual situation when he became incautious and let the natural arrogance of the Wamphyri overrule the importance of being cautious and discrete
He put his musings to the back of his mind and concentrated on the clothing before him. They were made of only the best materials and from the beaming pride he got from Baelihs's mind the whoremonger had spent a small fortune on them.
"Good Baelish, you have done good, now to business" he intoned, still naked he sat down, and Baelish fell to his knees before him.
"The Master of Whispers, the eneuch Varys, is sniffing around as always, he has come across reports of numerous strange deaths in the city..."
"My leavings, what of it?"
"Nothing much for now, but it intrigues him, as he has a particular interest in magic, and seems to see the work of magic behind these deaths...."
"They were whores and other such trash, and I was careful to make sure they would not rise to bother me...but I fear it is time to make our move against Lord Varys."
"Yes my master!" Baelish replied, joy radiating from his face.
"No Baelish, he will not be destroyed, he will join the ranks of those dedicated to my service....am I clear?"
"1, I mean, yes, yes my master" came the disappointed and rather insincere response.
He lashed out with his mind, pinning Baelish's mind under the full weight of his mentalism, grunting, "Baelish, you will obey me in this, do you hear?"
Baelish's face went slack as his mind was subjugated under his mental assault, finally replying, "yes master, of course master."
"Good," he replied, releasing his hold on the cuntish shylocks mind.
"Your own plots? What of them?"
"Lysa Arryn remains under my spell, the moves to wrest her idiot son Robin from her control are afoot, and I had planned to use these as the motivation to get dear, deluded Lysa to poison her husband Lord Arryn, the Hand of the King."
"And this will send King Robert North to select Lord Stark as his new Hand?"
"I believe so Master, and I had planned to use this to set House Stark against House Lannister and ensure that Ned Stark falls..."
"Yes, your little petty vengeance fantasy, where you get to fuck Catelyn Starks red haired cunt for the rest of your days. Yes, well that will not be happening, but your plan has a germ. of an idea that I can use to my benefit..... Proceed with it and have Lysa Arryn poison her husband, but the dear woman is not to flee Kings Landing, she is to remain in the Red Keep at all costs, do you understand?"
"Yes, yes master....but...?"
"But what Baelish?"
"That, that will place Lady Arryn in jeopardy should suspicion fall upon her? She, she will be a powerful ally for your...reign...
"Indeed she will, but my decision is final, she needs to stay in the Red Keep, is that clear?"
"Yes master."
"Baelish, have you seen to my particular dining requirements?"
"I have indeed master! I have recruited several already, and I have my men out looking for more as we speak. As per your requirements they have little in the way of family and many of them are not native to Kings Landing, so nobody will miss them."
He nodded in reply, as if to praise Baelish for this most basic of tasks, the securing for him of a regular supply of..... meals. Oh, he would go hunting himself, for his vampire symbiont would not let him become lazy, never that, but for now he would enjoy the fruits of this ready provision of young female flesh to sup on. Men would do of course, but he much preferred to dine on the fairer sex, for one could enjoy one's food beforehand if one was in the mood, and with no pressure to just feed and escape, that was exactly what he would do.
Not that he had not indulged in a little buggery down the centuries here and there, but he preferred the more...accommodating entrances of the female form if he was honest.
"Well then Baelish, bring in my repast, I will be busy afterwards, make sure your men dispose of the leftovers to my exact orders, is that clear?"
"Yes master, of course master!" he chirped in reply, he waved a hand dismissively at him and Baelish jumped to his feet and left the room, returning a few moments with a rather thin looking girl, pretty enough to his tastes, with long straight brown hair was led into his presence. She was dressed in what appeared to be the usual attire for whores in the establishment, a diaphanous and see-through single piece garment, naked underneath and with some jewelry adorning her neck and wrists.
The girl's breasts were small and high, with no sign of sag, between her legs her bush had been trimmed slightly, her skin was pale in the candlelight of the room.
"You may leave us Baelish" he commanded, his eyes never leaving the girl, admiring her body, a tad too slim for his tastes but she looked healthy enough, her scent was clean and spoke of a recent bath.
He beckoned the girl forwards, she went to speak but he held up his hand. "I do not require you to talk my dear" as he gestured to his rising erection where it stood proud from his groin.
He saw resignation flicker briefly across the young whore's face as she obediently knelt between his legs, her tiny hands gently gripping his shaft to tug a few times at its rigid length.
She gave his a few more jerks before she bent her head forwards to take him into her mouth, her lips sliding over his cock head and her tongue twirling and darting over the sensitive underside of his bulbous cock head.
He let out a little gasp of pleasure and decided to delay his feeding to see how skilled the girl was, one of her hands beginning to work on his shaft in concert with her lips sliding up and down. Her other hand reached out to cup his balls, gently fondling them.
He tilted his head down to more closely observer the girl as she worked her mouth over him, she gave little indication of enjoying the act, but she certainly knew how to use her lips, hands and tongue to bring pleasure to the male member.
He let her work on his rampant cock, appreciating the work of a professional, his single, spoken command of "deeper" saw her push him into her throat with only minimal difficulty, as she worked up and down, taking about half of him into her mouth and tight throat with little complaint.
He reached out and rested a hand upon her head, sighing contentedly, mummering "good girl" to encourage her ministrations. His words seemed to have little or no effect on the girl, who continued her steady pace of sliding lips and mouth up and down his shaft, using her tongue to bathe the sensitive parts of his cock head when they were accessible to her.
To her credit she never took his cock out of her mouth, concentrating fully on pleasuring him, for he intensely disliked it when women would remove his cock from their mouths without his express permission.
He suspected that the girl would readily swallow his emissions without any complaint, and he was of course determined to test this hypothesis, and after he would give of himself to the girl, he would in turn take all of her, for was that only fair?
He reached down and removed her hand from his shaft, also removing her hand from where it had been stroking and hefting his balls, extending his mind just the slightest to ensure that the girl did not try and resist this. He moved both of her arms to behind her back, leaning forwards to grip both of her hands in one of his, keeping the other hand firmly on her head, though moving it slightly downwards from the top of her head to the back of her head.
The girl let out a little muffled cry at this, but he ignored it, beginning to push her head down towards his lap while he thrust upwards with his hips, feeling his seed beginning to boil in his balls, the thoughts of his impending consumption of the girl's blood sending him over the edge.
She began to struggle, not liking the speed or depth that he was invading her throat, his hand held her hands in a vice like grip, she tried desperately to shake her arms free of his grip, but his strength was far, far to great for hers.
His cock expanded and surged, widening and lengthening, her jaws distending and her throat bulging, desperate choking noises coming from the girl, whose eyes were bulging wide in a face whitening with terror, he smiled down at her and let his eyes glow crimson in his head. A muffled scream issued from her stuffed mouth, and she tried to escape his grip on her head and arms, but to no avail, his cock flesh just continued to expand, dislocating her jaw with a wet, wrenching sound. The chocked screech of agony that accompanied this sent him over the edge, his cock pulsing and bucking, releasing his seed deep in the girl's throat. In his passion his grip on the girls struggling arms broke her wrists as she tried to wrench them free, and at this the desire of his vampire overcame him and he abandoned his control over his flesh.
Centuries of long practice at feeding in this particularly pleasurable manner saw his metamorphic flesh form barbs to pierce the girls throat, stabbing through the cartilage of her throat to lodge in the carotid artery. A slithering grey tube of his wamphyri flesh exploded out from the surging flesh of his cock to pulse and extend into the artery, an open mouth at its tip, surrounded by tiny, gnashing fangs.
It dived down the artery, expanding to fill it completely, blocking off the blood supply to the brain, on the other side of the girls throat the same had happened, another tendril of his wamphyric flesh was equally busy burrowing down through the artery towards her heart. Other grey tentacles, pulsing crimson veins bulging as they extended themselves greedily
pierced her throat to gain access to the girl's jugular veins. They followed their counterparts in the arteries, blocking the veins above their intrusions and surging towards the girls now frantically beating heart, consuming all the blood that their gasping mouths could.
He threw his head back and groaned aloud, the combination of his release and feeding was incredibly pleasurable, even down the long centuries of his undeath, little compared to it.
But alas, as always, it was over far too soon, he had drunk deeply of the girl, his flesh wriggling and burrowing frantically inside her, seeking out the last drops of her blood to consume.
With the repast finally over he withdrew his flesh, as always careful to not leave anything of himself behind, well apart from a quite prodigious quantity of his seed that is.
Releasing his hold on the girl he let her thoroughly drained corpse slump to the ground, her skin strangely wrinkled and sagging, the taught vitality of her youthful flesh drained and consumed to sustain his life.
Calling with his mind he stepped away and went to the table to select some garments to wear, behind him Baelish scurried in, accompanied by two guards, who removed the girl's body.
He dressed in clothing that caught his eye and then settled back into the chair and centered his consciousness, before sending it flying out across the sky to seek it target in the Red Keep, the mind of the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.