Dracula's Wraith (Closed for Commendatore)

[Commendatore]

"I hope you will not find the negligeé untoward", the Count said, "It is for your private use en chambre, of course."

"Ready yourself how you wish, and join me downstairs. Then we will be off to sup and converse with one another."

 

[motheroftears24]

"Alright, I will be down in a bit." I said to the Count.

I put on a red dress that I had recieved at my party that had been made by one of my father's colleague's wife. I took off the dress that I was wearing and put it on. I fixed up my hair a little and walked downstairs to greet him.

 

[Commendatore]

The Count showed her to the dining room, a cavernous and sumptuous space that could have seated 300. The furnishings were of the rarest and hardest woods, the hangings and tapestries of fine silks and diverse brocades, the carpets exquisite Orientals with delicate floral motifs in rich jewel tones. The overall effect was stunning, if not slightly intimidating. Light was low, which gave the room a gloomier aspect, though a roaring fire against one stone wall added its luminescence to the area. Dracula bade her sit down at an elegant place setting opposite the fire, and he took a seat a few feet from her, close enough to talk, but with enough space for privacy.

The housekeeper brought out 2 covered trays. Victoria's held paprika hendl, a Transylvanian national dish of peppered chicken, a deep crimson flagon of wine in a crystal decanter, sauteéd leeks with cream, and fresh, hot bread. The count's contained a seemingly cold red soup. "Borscht", he informed her, "An Eastern European staple and delicacy- cold soup of beets. Delicious!"

"Please, Miss Victoria, eat", the Count said smilingly.

 

[motheroftears24]

I sat down at the table and began to eat. It was very delicious. Ms. Weatherby had did a wonderful job cooking it. I was still a bit nervous after what happened with my father and Thomas. I drank some of the wine which helped calm my nerves further. I was careful considering I had the brandy as well. The last thing I needed was to get drunk. "The castle is lovely." I said to the Count.

 

[Commendatore]

"Thank you", said the Count suavely. "I acquired it from a bankrupt nobleman. It was the jewel in his crown, but he was forced to sell. I take better care of it than he did, so I see little harm, though it is a pity."

"So", Dracula said, "Tell me of yourself, Victoria! I wish to know all about your life and adventures."

 

[motheroftears24]

"My mother died when I was 9 due to an illness." I added, "I had originally been taught at home by a governess, but later on my father decided to send me to boarding school in Paris, so that I could get a better education. I graduated at the top of my class and intend on becoming a nurse to help my father... I am curious about you as well Count.".

I finished my dinner. Ms. Weatherby asked me if I cared for any wine which I declined.

 

[Commendatore]

"So, you speak French, then", the Count said delightedly. "It is the language of love and diplomacy, one of my favorites."



When asked about himself, he replied, "Bah, my own tale is both long and banal, dear Victoria. It is merely a recounting of conflict and weariness."

"But suffice it to say, I am a nobleman from the Old Country who has resettled here in England, which is now the center of the world. My own poor region is hopelessly behind the times, and so I have come here to expand my opportunities."

 

[motheroftears24]

"It was a requirement that I learned it of course." I said, "It took me a while but I managed." After a while, I was starting to get tired. The combination of the brandy and wine along with the journey was starting to get to me.

 

[Commendatore]

"I sense you are tired, my dear. Please, take your leave if you feel fatigued."

The Count paused.

"You may go anywhere in the Castle, save where the doors are locked, and you will not wish to go. Ring your chamber bell should you require anything in the night and no one is about. Sleep well, lovely Victoria!"

 

[motheroftears24]

"Alright, Count. Thank you." I added, "Goodnight.". I went to the room and stripped out of my dress. I cleaned up with a bowl of water on the vanity and put on the nightgown. It showed a considerable amount of cleavage. I brushed my hair and laid down onto the bed to sleep. It took a while since I was at a new place, but I managed to finally drift off to sleep.

 

[Commendatore]

Dracula brooded near the fire in his rooms. He debated about when to claim her. That was the agreement. Viktor had sold his daughter's virginity and life for nothing more than a promise not to kill him. He did not even try to shield Thomas.

The vampire imagined her, asleep in her rooms, clad lightly, her ripe bosom rising and falling.

Tonight.

 

[motheroftears24]

I began having very troubling dreams about what the Count told me about. I could see very disfigured looking monsters that my father created attacking people as well as the townspeople forming a mob torching everywhere he tried to hide out. I tossed and turned a bit in bed before springing up to see that I was safe. I drifted back to sleep. I just assured myself that it was just jitters from sleeping at a different place. I did the same when I first started boarding school.

 

[Commendatore]

The Count floated in on the moonbeams hitting the floor, tiny sparks coalescing into the shadowy, lurking figure of him. He remained in the shadows and watched her sleeping.

Her neck had an elegant arch to it, and Dracula fantasized about piercing it with his needle-sharp teeth, lustily absorbing her youth and strength. He also thought of sexually awakening her, bringing her under his tutelage and showing her the pleasures of their flesh, of submitting to his will, of pleasing him, of her expanding and fertile mind. His eyes grew lidded and intoxicated as he considered what he would do with her...

 

[motheroftears24]

My dreams went from being terrifying to very provocative. They were of me giving into the Count. I imagined his cool hands touching me and feeling kisses all over my body. I tried to remind myself about the fact that I was marrying Thomas or so I thought, but it did not stop the dream. I never had one like this before. I began to writhe on the bed moaning lightly. As I moved, I had moved the covers aside baring the cleavage that the nightie exposed well as my neck.

 

[Commendatore]

Dracula enjoyed watching her struggle with her dreams. Her passion was aroused.

He crept closer to her. Her skin was pale but lustrous, and the sight of her breasts heaving as she tossed and moaned was supremely erotic. A virginal young lady in the flower of her beauty, she excited the Count greatly. The strong pulse at her neck excited him, too.

Reaching out a long arm, Dracula made bold to caress her ever so gently, running his hand along the side of her face and the tender flesh of her bosom. He longed to feed from her, but decided to wait.

Dracula dissolved again into motes of dust and light, and left the room.

 

[motheroftears24]

The dream went further. I was writhing underneath the Count in protest at first. He had tore off my nightie and he was completely naked as well. There was something very primal about him in it because he was disregarding my pleas and taking me against my will. "Please, I cannot do this..." I cried in it, "I am engaged. This is very inappropriate.". Eventually, I succumbed to his advances. However, the dream began to feel strangely real when I felt a cold hand slide softly down my face, neck, and breasts. My body quivered in a mix of fear and arousal. I awakened with a sharp gasp to find no one over me. I looked around wondering if the Count was there. No sign of him. I drifted back to sleep dismissing it as just a dream.

The next morning, I woke up and got dressed in a gorgeous red and black dress that fit my figure nicely and pinned my hair up. I wanted to look very nice for my host. I walked downstairs where I was greeted by Ms. Weathersby. She made a nice breakfast, but the Count was not in sight. "How did you sleep, my dear?" she asked me. I replied, "I slept well, but I did have a bit of a rough night since it was my first night.". Then, I asked her about where the Count was.

"He had some matters to attend to, but he will be back this evening." she said. I finished off my breakfast and decided to go to the library to do some reading. He had everything from medical books to fairytales to romantic novels. I picked one and gasped realizing that it had erotic versions of fairy tales. I curiously read it. It featured consentual and non-consentual acts. Princesses taken by demons and other creatures as well as trysts with princes, woodmen, and others. I was getting aroused, but restrained myself as much as I could.

After a while, I began to walk around the castle finding out where I could go and where I could not go, so that I would not get into any trouble.

 

[Commendatore]

Dracula awoke lazily at dusk.

He dressed in a new set of evening clothes made by an English tailor. The cut was exquisite, and the rich burgubdy fabric had a delicate sheen, so that it seemed to luminesce.

Putting on a hearty expression and tone, as though just returned from travelling, the Count entered the main rooms of the castle and began to see to his affairs. Then, he called for Victoria to join him in the library.

 

[motheroftears24]

Ms. Weathersby informed me that the Count was waiting for me. "I will be right there." I said with a smile. It seemed that he came back while I was exploring the castle. I went downstairs to the Library to see him. "How was your day, Count?" I said, "I had been in hear reading.". I blushed a bit when I saw the book that I had been reading on the table nearby.

 

[Commendatore]

The Count mentioned the erotic fairytale book in a sideways fashion. "I see you enjoy esoteric reading. Allow me to show you something."

He thumbed through a few volumes on a side table, and brought forth three. The first was an illustrated Kama Sutra, shot through with engravings of thousands of bodies linked together in orgiastic bliss, as well as every conceivable sexual position. Another was a French fairy tale book, with the classic stories given a dark twist. The Wolf fucked Red Riding Hood savagely with a massive misshapen cock that constantly oozed spoiled yellow semen. Hansel and Gretel were forced into sexual servitude by the Witch, who sapped their vitality to reverse the effects of her age and fuck half the men in the nearest village, enslaving them as well. The last was an Egyptian book that depicted half-animal gods in coitus with humans.

Dracula gauged her as he spoke and pointed out the plates. He often broke into a slight smile or wolfish leer.

 

[motheroftears24]

I gasped when he showed me the other erotic books in his collection. I was shocked and aroused at the same time because I had never seen books like this. Then again, I was never really allowed to read books like this because my father was very strict because he wanted me to be a proper woman. He forbade me to read erotic novels. However, he was not there to stop me. They were both horrifying and wickedly erotic all at the same time. Before this, I had only read anatomy books in school as well as my father's library to prepare me for my occupation as a nurse.

 

[Commendatore]

The Count enjoyed seeing her squirm. She was clearly titillated, but felt shame and embarassment, a consequence of being sheltered and unsure of herself. Vampires enjoy the discomfort of potential prey almost as much as feeding itself.

Toying with her further, Drcaula produced a version of Malleus Maleficarum which featured perverse woodcuts depicting supposed habits of witches, including kissing Satan's anus, being impregnated with the sickly yellow semen taken from nocturnal emissions, and oiling a broomstick with unguents and rubbing it along the vulva to induce hysteria and visions. The Count chuckled at the Church's wrongheaded propaganda and enjoyed the effect it had upon Victoria.

"Would you care to see more? My library is quite extensive..." The Count seemed pleased.

 

[motheroftears24]

I blushed even more at the other items he showed me. A part of me was telling me not to look at the other books he had. However, a part of me was extremely curious. "Y-yes, I would like to look at the other books that you have." I replied. My pussy started to dampen with each picture I saw.

 

[Commendatore]

"Allow me, then", the Count replied. He went to a walnut cabinet, unlocked the front apron, and drew a slipcover from within. He selected several slim volumes and brought them to a nearby drawing table, motioning for Victoria to come and peruse them.

The first appeared to have been written in ancient Persia. It was an illustrated manual of decadent, debased sensual pleasure, and had a very wide latitude of coverage. All manner of shocking acts were depicted: men deflowering their own daughters in public, forced sex with bulls in the Assyrian manner, ritual murder of lovers, roving bands of gang rapists and their exploits.

The Count caught a strong scent of Victoria's arousal, and began to subtly enthrall her.

 

[motheroftears24]

I sat down next to the Count looking through them. He showed me nearly every perversion possible. Thoughts of him having his way with me began to fill my mind again. Temptation was starting to get to me as I was growing more and more aroused. It was getting to the point that I did not care that I was to be married to Thomas. Besides, he would not know... I was so very close to the Count. I could feel his body against mine. However, it was time for dinner. Mrs. Weathersby knocked on the door.

"When you are ready, dinner is waiting on the table." she called from outside. I was feeling a bit hungry.

 

[Commendatore]

"Let us sup, sweet Victoria, and when we have done we may indulge our curiosity in whatever way we choose." He gestured to the dining room with a sweep of his arm.

Her supper this evening was mamaliga, a polenta-like dish of corn meal, onions, and sweet and smoked paprika. Alongside were two brochettes of robber steak, a sort of shish kebab done with beef and bacon. A carafe of Tokay would slake her thirst.

The Count enjoyed watching her eat as he stirred his borscht with a golden spoon. Waiting until her mouth was full, he said, "It is unusual for a lady of your youth and rarity to enjoy the ranker pleasures of carnality, as men do. I am delighted that you found the erotica pleasing...it took a great many years to gather the collection, and there is a story behind each piece."