Handbook of Erotic Fantasy: Signing Bonus (Patreon)

They'd had no natural defenses. A lifetime of pseudo-medieval fantasy adventure had given them bawdy songs; a few illuminated illustrations in the margins of books; maybe a lewd limerick or two carved on a bathroom door. And then came the Guild. 

"W4NN4 SEE MY THR0ATS F01D3r?"

J01N 7H3 u/BloodBunny 0N1YF4N5 and get 20000 80NU5 🥕🥕🥕!"

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It was ceaseless. It was relentless. A  stream of the horniest depravity that the  minds of 50000 congregated ghouls could conjure. The rush of it had been intoxicating. And in the infancy of their cybernetic power, they had begged for more. Begged for "single drop of blood trailing down a bared bosom in the style of digital painting." Pleaded for "anime style muscly undead feeding from mini-giant thighs." Asked that the collective mind of the host give them "realistic throbbing cock" and "impressionist turgid nips" and "gore-soaked everything-else-they-could-think-of neo-victorian steamppunk." They had begged, and the might of Aqua Vitae had yielded voluptuously to their dark desires. And now it all was gone. 

"Where is the signal?" said the creature who still thought of himself as FangtasyBoy. 

"Try refreshing your browser," said his desperate degenerate sister.

"Shut up, captivesssss," said the snake-creature who had bound them. But the fiends who hustled through the dark all about them were not important. The sticky strands of the Demonweb Pits brushing past did not matter. Both felt a hideous THIRST surging through every part o their being. And it was a thirst no blood could satisfy. There was only one way to slake it.

"We're all tied up," she said. 

"We're at your mercy," he said. 

"Please punish us for being such naughty little vamps," they begged. 

And Fiendster, who knew neither charm nor dominate, was more than happy to oblige.