“...The Sorceress felt the fangs pierce her neck, and her mind went blank. Her panic began to subside, drowning in the waves of insidious euphoria slowly spreading throughout her body. The spell she was casting to defend herself died upon her lips, along with the last vestiges of her resistance. Her breasts spilled from her top, and her other tormentor-temptress latched herself upon it with great vigor, sucking a different fluid from her quailing form. A hand made its way underneath her dress, and she was a Sorceress no more. Merely the latest to be called to the Castle of the Dead.”