Dracula...

Dracula

"I bid you welcome. Enter of your own free will," I said, repeating the traditional formula. She made a move to come in, but then froze in place. She gasped, and then averted her eyes.
"What is it, my sweet?" I asked playfully.
"You.... you.... you have no clothes on," she stammered.
"Ah yes," I said. "Though I did have the courtesy to cover myself with this sheet. I was occupied, you see, and I wasn't expecting company."
I stepped back and gestured toward the bed. "You've seen my new daughter, I believe? Her name is Jana. Jana, come and meet Faith."
Jana, the dead gypsy girl, was utterly shameless as she got out of bed and crawled on her hands and knees toward me. When she arrived, I reached down and patted her like a favored pet. She reached under the sheet and started to stroke me.
"I'm afraid we have plans for the evening, my sweet. So, unless you'd care to watch.....
 
gaia

(um...dracula hun if you are really uncomfortable with my character, im sorry, i can change her later...or you can...whatever)


irritated, i pull myself out of the bushes. crack my neck. ugh, now im pissed. what sort of welcome was that? i patiently knock on the door. the same servant man comes to the door, his eyes widen in shock. i put my fingers to my lips in silence. i walk into the house. i whisper to him to find me some respectable clothing and ill make it worth his while. he nods eagerly. "im an old friend" i say with a smirk. i whisper to him in a hiss "DONT YOU DARE TELL YOUR MASTER" i flash him my fangs. he returns with a white silk dress. no sleeves, and clinging to the curves. i made the dress grow to fit my 5'11" frame. the long train slinked behind me. my bare feet made soft whispers on the shiny marble floors. my hair is combed back and falls in long crimson waves behind me. my eyes a burgundy to match my hair. a slight bruise is on my neck where his rough hands grabbed me. it will heal. the servent leads me to the dining quarters and places wine and food before me. i patiently await him. im not sure what im doing, nor if i am mad. i feel drawn to him, as if i know him. he seems etched on my brain. and i plan to find out, and make him pay. you dont treat guests like dirty dogs. i dont want him to know it is the same animal skin clad, animal looking beast on his doorstep from before, im just a travelor. an unexpected one at that.
 
Ah, the master calls her to his room, at least he will keep her preoccuppied for awhile.
There is a nock at the door, a female is standing there and she is pissed. She whispers to me not to tell the master. I know I should and yet, I cannot tell him. She is very beautiful ( bright crimson hair and eyes). She tells me that she needs new clothes and a room to sleep in. I lead her up to the guest room. I put out for her a new white silk dress, along with a white lace bra, white lace panties , garter belt and white stockings ( I love women who wear sexy lingerie).
She tells me that she is an old friend. I really have no idea that she is not and invite her to breakfast. All I have is eggs, bacon and toast today. I hope that will be enough. She has promised to make this worth my while, and I look forward to keeping her to her promise.
 
I felt my mouth drop open at the sight of him. He was perfection in the flesh, like he was carved by a sculpter. And the sight of her, it sent me into a rage. He was mine, and mine alone. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING??? I shook my head to clear it, but the thought would not leave. He was mine and I was going to see that he stayed that way.

I stepped through the door and stood only a breath away from him. He knew what I was thinking, and thought to deny me. Not this, not this time. I slid my hands up his chest and pressed my lips to his. He did nothing to encourage me, and I knew I was on my own. I licked the seem of his lips begging them to part and when they did, I slipped my tongue inside.

He tasted like a fine wine, heady and sweet. I let my tongue play over every inch of his mouth, my hands caressing the hair at the back of his neck. I could feel him fighting me. He didn't want me to have any control over him, so I doubled my efforts. Sucking on his lips, swirling my tongue with his. When my tongue brushed his fangs, it was his undoing. His arms surrounded me with such force, and I knew.

I had won this battle.
 
Dracula

Completely ignoring the harlot at my feet, Faith threw herself into my arms. I was stunned by the passion of her kiss, and did not respond at first. Then, the fire coursed through my veins, and I crushed her to me. Lifting her off the ground, I carried her to the bed.
Before I took her, I paused to look at her a moment. Brushing a stray lock of golden hair from hereyes, I stared into blue eyes the color of sky I had not seen in over three hundred years. Those eyes were clouded with desire, though, and I knew.
I had won the battle.

[Edited by R Nitelight on 10-02-2000 at 06:50 AM]
 
The bed was soft against my back, and the man hard against me. I could hear a growl of frustration from his new pet, but I ignored it. He was the only thing that mattered to me. I tilted my head to the side, waiting for what I knew he could give me.

He just shook his head at me. "No, my sweet, not yet. Not until I know that you are mine in heart," he paused, "and soul."

I opened to him like a flower, offering myself like I had to no man. He captured my lips in a kiss of such heat, I thought I would burn up right there, but I found, that the ride had just begun.
 
Dracula

There are advantages to great strength, I thought, as I tore open the front of her gown. She gasped as I exposed her full breasts to the flickering candlelight. I dove for her protruding nipples, taking them into my mouth, alternating between the two. Kissing. Sucking. Biting.
But not the bite she truly craved. She would have to earn that.
She took my head in her hands and pulled it up to her lips. We kissed again, primal and savage.
"Finish the job," she begged, placing my hands on what little was left of her dress.
I took great pleasure in shredding the remains of her clothing until she was as naked as I.
"What now, Mistress?" I asked playfully.
 
gaia

(ooc...hey renfield, you arent the twisted ugly fella from dracula are you...oh make yourself devilishy cute. ;) sorry for that commercial break..)



the servant just stands at the doorway, keeping to himself. i know he is staring at me. i can feel his eyes. i sigh in contentment at the food. all though it wasnt satisfying my true hunger, it was a false satisfaction. "did you cook this yourself?" he didnt reply. " it is wonderful. now i am assuming you didnt tell your master that i am here. or who i am. he would be dreadfully angry that im not dead." no answer. i get up from my seat. wipe the corners of my mouth, i run my tounge over my teeth, then i turn. i face the man. i cock my head in questioning. "why do you not speak? i wont bite. " changing the subject, "your taste in clothing is exsquisite. " i smooth the silky fabric, "but i feel dirty not having bathed properly, is there any possible way that i may have a bath drawn, i can draw it myself, also, i need someplace to sleep for a bit, i would find somewhere else, seeing as im not too welcome here, but im afraid that i don't know my way around very well." "it would be so kind of you, and as i said, you won't be shortchanged."
 
renfield

The female guest comes down stairs ( my eyes following her down the stairs). She is wearing everything I have laid out for her. She tells me that she is ready for breakfast. I lead her to the kitchen and set out a plate for her. I bring her eggs, bacon and toast. I set a glass of red wine for her.
She is looking me over. I stand 6 feet tall, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. I am in good shape, especially having to keep track of the master's mistresses. I find that chasing them all over the countryside during the day, can keep you in good shape. Plus the fact, that there is really very little food here. Only what I can grow and the eggs from the chickens.
She is complimenting on my cooking and asking me questions. I merely nod thanks for her compliment. She reminds that the master does not of her arrival and my failure to notify him.
Now I am worried, if the master finds out about her. He really will be angry with me. She tells me I have good taste in clothing, but she needs a bath. At this point, I decide that I need to be nice to her. She really has me in a tight spot with the master.
I answer her question about the bath and tell her that I would be honored to draw her bath for her. I inform her that I have already made sleeping arrangements for her.
I will need to make sure that the master does not find her during the night. I decide to have her stay in my room. I think that will be the safest place to hide her for the moment.
I tell her bath will be drawn in the first room on the right at the top of the stairs. I teel her to finish her breakfast and that I will go and get her bath ready.
 
gaia

i can see the weariness in his eyes, i dont want to use my seduction to get him to cooperate, but i want to get some answers to why the man at the door decided to just kill me, or at least try. and i really wanted to know why im so intrigued by this place. i lock eyes with him. "you are so kind, i really hope that no harm will come to you for being hospitable to me." he towers over me, which is no small feat for a girl at 5'11". i run my tounge over my lips, i smile. "thank you for the wonderful meal. and i am really looking forward to that bath."
 
Renfield

She tells me that she hopes that I don't get into trouble with my master. She says she is really looking forward to her bath ( me too). I inform that I must go to prepare her bath, getting a nice shot of her clevage as I look down at her eating her breakfast. I walk up stairs and begin drawing her bath water.
I lay out towels and washcloths for to use and a white terry cloth bathrobe for after her bath. As the water is finally ready for her, she steps into the room.
 
I looked deep into his eyes and knew he could see the passion that was there. "Make love to me," it was a whispered plee.

Our lips met and our breath mingled. The magic in his hands sung through my body. I pulled him closer to me and wrapped my legs around his waist begging for it without words. He seemed to have other plans. He worked me into a frenzy of need. I knew I was going to die if he didn't fulfill my need soon.
 
OOC: new here and I thought I'd give this a try, let me know what ya think (I'm going to just slip on in as Jana the gypsy)

I slunk out of the room, it had been the masters plan all along to use me to make Faith jelous. And it had certainly worked, I heard her begging for him as I softly closed the door behind me. I wondered through the halls, still naked, I knew what my pourpose was here, but damn it, the sculpted perfection of his body had made me want him.

I made my way to my room, thinking that if I were still of mortal flesh, I'd be freezing by now. I wraped a silk robe around my body, then sat down in the chair next to the fire. As I stared into the flames, I found myself thinking, for the first time, how I had gotten here.

I closed my eyes, remembering. I was sitting out under the stars, next to a fire, my lovers arm over my shoulder. Suddenly, with great force, I was pulled into the shadows from behind. I heard Lance cry out, and it seemed I was being carried through the forest at a dizzying speed. I could still hear Lance's cries, and hear him stumbling through the forest after me. I wanted to cry, but found I couldn't.
 
gaia

i finish up my breakfast, i neatly pile the dishes. i walk up the stairs to the third door, that is where he told me to go. i open the door, only halfway, not expecting him to be in the room. i walk in, concentrating on unhooking the back of my dress. i let that slip off, my undergarments still on. i turn and gasp. he is in the room. im horrified and i gather up my dress trying to cover myself. "oh, my..i didnt...oh...i didn't know you were still here. im so sorry." i stammer, my alabaster skin turns a flushed red color.
 
"No."

My passion seemed to fade away as I looked up into his cold face. He thought I had been begging for his bite, but for a moment all that I had wanted was his love. But in the face of his fury even that was gone. I didn't know him in that moment and my fear was overwhelming. Would he let me go if I asked? I had to try. I couldn't give myself to someone I didn't love.

"Call back your harlot, for it will not be me," I had to swallow hard, "Let me up."
 
Dracula

"Let me up," she demanded.
"Not yet," I said. She struggled to get away, but my strength was like steel. She couldn't escape.
"What do you want from me?" she asked as her eyes filled with tears. I have been here for months, and I don't know what you want from me. Do you find me desirable? Others have, and I turned them away because I felt nothing. Yet you, I offer you everything, and you do nothing but tease me. Bring me to the brink, and then cruelly turn away. Tell me what you want me to do."
I smiled and released her.
"What do you think I want you to do?" I asked sweetly.
Her eyes flashed, and she howled and threw herself at me. She clawed at my face, drawing blood, then she started to throw punches. They didn't hurt in the least, but I let her hit me until her strength ran out. Then I took her in my arms and gently stroked her soft blonde hair.
"THAT is what has been lacking, my sweet," I said triumphantly. "That is what I have been waiting for. The anger. The fire. I knew you had it inside you, but it was buried beneath your ice cold heart. That is why I brought the gypsy girl here tonight. I knew the sight of her would ignite the flames of jealousy. I needed to see if you had the rage to be my bride, and I have now seen it!"
With that, I plunged my fangs into her neck, drinking for the first time her sweet pure blood. She gasped, but did not struggle.
When I finished, she was pale and weak.
"Now, you must drink my blood, love," I said. "Drink, and live forever!"
 
Renfield

She walks into the bathroom, and begins to undress. She is startled that I am still there. She quickly picks up her dress and tries to cover her shapely body. She blushes, her white skin turning crimson.
I stand before her and say ' I am sorry mylady, but I thought you wished for me to draw the bath for you. I usually wash all the ladies of the household. If you prefer to bath yourself, I will gladly withdraw. There is the soap, washcloths and towels for drying after you have finished. I have provided a robe to wear for you after your bath. Then I will show you to your room, where you will spend the night. If there is nothing else, I will be in the kitchen. '
 
gaia

"oh, dear, no I AM SORRY." i looked at him curiously after his statement of washing all the women of the household. i couldn't help but blush at that. and he noticed. "if you would like to stay you may. i haven't ever had anyone bathe me before, but i am exhausted and it would only be if you don't mind." i'm not sure what to do. and he doesn't truely know how much coming back from the dead literally draws energy from your system. my body was so weak that the bruises still weren't healed. bruises ussually healed within seconds. i see him test the water with his finger. and he looks up at me.
 
His blood tasted like honey to me. I couldn't believe it was finally here, my greatest wish. When I was done, he laid with me on the bed and cradled me close. But it wasn't close enough. I needed more.

My voice was barely a whisper. "Love me."
 
Dracula

My need for her was so great that I feared I would hurt her. But she was beyond pain now, as I saw when she opened herself to me and pulled me inside. She screamed when her maidenhead was torn, but it was a cry of pure pleasure. She whispered something to herself as I plunged in and out of her delightfully tight pussy. A single word, repeated over and over.
"Finally. Finally. Finally....."
 
Renfield

She replied ' I am so sorry.' She blushed when I informed her that I bathed the women of this household. She told me that I could stay. I smiled at her when she said no one had ever bathed her before. She said she was exhausted and that if I didn't mind ( I certainly didn't mind), that I could bathe her tonight. I leaned over and tested the water with my fingers, just warm enough I decided. I looked up at her, she seeemed uncertain what to do next.
I walked over to her and told her ' Mylady, I will remove your clothes now.' I gently took the satin dress out of her hands. She was standing there in the white lace bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. I knelt down and unhooked her garter belt from her stockings. I rolled down each stocking, using both hands to caress her long legs from thigh to foot. I reached up and slid her garter belt down her body and then followed with her panties. She tried to look calm, but she kept blushing at my touch. I stood up and reached around her back to unhook her bra, her nipples pointing out from under the lace fabric. I unhooked the bra and accidently brushed up against her breasts with my chest. I said ' I am sorry, mylady. ' I noticed the bruise marks on her neck and told her that in time they would heal. She had been roughed up pretty good by the master.
I stepped back ( to admire the beauty before me) and held out my hand. She placed her hand in mine and I led her to the bath. She stepped into the bath, while I got the wash cloth and began to soap it up.
She settled into the warm bath and sighed from it's soothing warm water. I had mixed the water with jasmine to give it a sweet scent. She leaned her head backward and closed her eyes.
I leaned close to her and whispered ' the water is delightful is it not, mylady. I am sorry to disturb your bliss, but you must stand in order for me to wash your body.' She stood slowly, the beads of water running down her smooth skin. I began to wash her back, beginning with her neck. I gently washed the areas where the bruises were located. I then began to wash her back and slowly made my way down to her ass. Her cheeks were full and round, I rinsed the cloth off and began to soap it again ( admiring her ass while doing so).
I washed the back of her legs and slwoly made my way upwards to her ass again. I washed the firm buttocks of each cheek, soaping each one completely. Then I gently pressed my wash cloth between her cheeks and began to wash the crack of her ass. I pressed the middle finger in the wash cloth between her cheeks and began to wash her anus. She moaned with excitement, as my finger rubbed her anus.
" There, now to rinse you off", I said. I put the wash cloth down and picked up a ladle to pour cool water over her body to rinse her off. She groaned when the cool water began to cascade down her body, the soap running off her body into the warm water of the bath.
 
I had never felt anything like it, his strong body moving into mine. I could only grip him tightly with my legs and arms and hold on for the ride. I felt a change coming over me, and I knew I couldn't control it. I felt my teeth grow and a lust for blood came over me.

I pressed closer to him, melding my mouth to his, answering his groan with one of my own. The shattering climax hit me with such force, my nails dug into his back and I screamed. He gently pulled a blanket over me, and kissed my forhead, but I was already drifting off to sleep.

"Rest my sweet. I will bring you your breakfast in bed."
 
Dracula

I watch over my new bride until I am certain she is sleeping. The urge to crawl into bed and take her again is overpowering. I resist, though. I know how difficult the transition is. She needed her rest. I bent over and brushed my lips against her cool forehead before leaving her to her dreams.
Leaving the room, I looked for Renfield. He was nowhere in sight, and that was strange. Renfield was always skulking around. His absence was a mystery -- one that I needed to get to the bottom of.


I found Renfield in the bath. Apparently, he had found a new friend, one that didn't scuttle up walls, for a change. I was about to punish him when I suddenly recognized his guest.
The creature. It wasn't dead. I shifted shape, extending my terrible claws. This time, I would make certain.
Then, I held myself back. Renfield was such a wretched creature. Would it hurt to allow him a sliver of pleasure?
Silently, I slipped away, leaving them to their sport.
I'd kill her again in the evening.


When Faith opened her eyes again, I was there to greet her.
"Good evening, sweeting," I said, kissing her. "Did you sleep well? I'll bet you're famished. As promised, I've brought breakfast."
I dragged the burly villager to the bed. Faith licked her
ruby red lips as the hunger overtook her.
"Bon Appetit," I said.
 
He was right, I was famished. I ate greedly of the villger he had brought to me. When I was finished, I licked the last of his blood from my lips and pushed his lank body off the bed. I looked toward the man who had changed me, who had made me what I had always secretly wanted, and a new lust came over me. I smiled wickedly and I knew he saw what I wanted in my eyes.
 
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