Dracula's Wraith (Closed for Commendatore)

"Let us sup, sweet Victoria, and when we have done we may indulge our curiosity in whatever way we choose."

I sat down at the table across from the Count. My plate was already prepare. I had never tried anything except for the Borscht the night before, but it was all deliciously made. I told Ms. Weatherby how well she did on it

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."

I swallowed my food and replied, "I found it very fascinating because I had never seen anything like that before...". The food was delicious, but I found it odd that the Count did not eat tonight as well as the night before. Unless he had eaten before hand...
I felt bad eating in front of him if he wasn't having anything.

"Are you going to eat something, Count?" I asked concerned.
 
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"Tonight, no, I will not sup. If you remember correctly, I had the borscht last evening. Tonight my digestion is troublesome. It is nothing."

"I found it very fascinating because I had never seen anything like that before..."

The Count replied, "Yes, and small wonder. Everywhere information is suppressed and parents discourage their progeny from truly experiencing the world in a misguided effort to shield them. Bah! What do they know of sensuality, of exploration, of awakening? So few have truly lived."
 
I finished off my dinner. I wondered what the Count had in mind in regards to indulging our curiosities. However, I decided to change into something a little more comfortable before finding out. I excused myself from the table and went to the room to change into my nightie. The next one that I got was a low cut light green lace one.
 
When she returned, her appearance and demeanor were much changed. The Count took stock with a rueful grin.

"I see your initial reticence has worn", he said suavely, "I am pleased you are relaxed in my home."

"I though we might continue our exploration of the carnal library, if you are of a mind to. Please fetch me that quarto from the table behind you, the one with the green filigree cover."
 
I was not so shy anymore around the Count. "I would like to see the other books that you have." I said. I grabbed the book and brought it to the Count sitting next to him, so that he could show me what was inside it. It contained more picture of depravity... My curiosity was increasing even more. This book had pictures of girls being raped by demons and werewolves eventually submitting to their desires.
 
"This book was suppressed by the Church long ago. It was written in Saxony in 1443, and after its appearance, several village girls became seized with a sexual mania which turned them into bestialists and fornicators. Several were slain by inquisitors, and much was done to keep the tale a secret. The secret is that these girls did have sexual intercourse with werewolves and demons; these woodcuts are no product of the imagination of man. There are a great many such examples."
 
"They were?" I asked. I wouldn't have believed the Count if he wouldn't have told me about my father's work. It was soon getting late and I was starting to feel very tired. "I probably better get to sleep." I added, "Can we look at more tomorrow, Count?". I went upstairs to my room and drifted off to sleep. My dreams were very erotic considering they were about what I had seen in the books that he showed me. I began squirming on the bed in pleasure and moaning softly.
 
She tires too easily. How will she be able to serve me well?

The Count decided to take the offensive. If she was unsuitable, he would return the weak vessel to her pathetic Thomas and father. If she was suitable...he would know tonight. And he would continue to know it for some time to come.

The Count made bold to enter quietly by the door instead of using the moonlight. Victoria' supple flesh was exposed by the gossamer nightwear, and she moaned and writhed in her sleep. Her dreams were filled with the images. Dracula gazed longingly at the ripeness of her. Her body rose and fell in the moonlight, sensual shadows playing on her alabaster skin.

He must have her.

A claw unlaced the bosom of the lingerie, revealing an achingly beautiful breast with a luscious, protuberant nipple. Her erotic dreaming made her still more sexual in her voice and her sinuous movement. Her lifeblood pounded in her.

Dracula placed his mouth at her neck, licking and caressing it, slightly denting her tender flesh with his fangs.
 
The dream began to feel so real. I could feel the lace of my nightgown being undone exposing my breasts. I soon felt the Count's mouth on my neck as well as sharp points against my soft flesh. At that, my eyes fluttered open to find that my dream was very real. I began to panic. My body began to quiver violently realizing I was about to be taken in somewhat of the same manner that the girls in his books were taken. I was in complete horror realizing what he was.
 
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She shook in terror. Dracula grew still more aroused at her struggles. Fruitless. 10 men could not stand to his strength.

He bit deeply, incisively, directly into her muscular vessel, and slaked his thirst briefly. Her life was exquisite; a pulsing jewel in his mouth. Succulent, vital, carnal.

He leant very, very close to her ear, and whispered, "Struggle not, Miss Victoria. It will avail you not at all...and we both know that in your soul, you desire this. I could smell your sex wettening when you saw those images. You have no secrets from me now. Nor will you ever."
 
I cried out in pain as I felt his fangs plunge into my neck. I tried to struggle to get him off, but he had me tight in his grasp. Though he drank a little of my blood, I felt a little weak. "N-no, please I can't..." I cried. It would have done no good to remind him that I was to be a married woman. At that, I realized that when father sent me away... He sent me permanently. He only told me that so that I would go. It also explained the look on my love's face. I was furious with my father, but I had a much more serious issue at hand.

"Struggle not, Miss Victoria. It will avail you not at all...and we both know that in your soul, you desire this. I could smell your sex wettening when you saw those images. You have no secrets from me now. Nor will you ever."

My body had betrayed me... He had sensed my arousal and he was now acting on it. As much as I wanted to escape, I was getting to indulge in my curiosities. However, I was frightened.
 
Dracula drank her fear like elder's blood. So concentrated, so powerful. Arousing in the extreme.

"Yes, go, struggle, then. I will enjoy harvesting you all the more", he hissed lowly in her ear. "The greater your terror, the more enjoyment I wring from you."

Her nightwear provided no protection whatsoever. The Count freed his repulsive cock from his trousers. It appeared to be a stick carved from dusky, rare wood, but it pulsed evilly, colors playing across the skin as it did, red to purple to black.

He thrust it into her wetness forcefully, with no regard whatsoever.
 
"Yes, go, struggle, then. I will enjoy harvesting you all the more", he hissed lowly in her ear. "The greater your terror, the more enjoyment I wring from you."

Fear had taken over completely. In my struggle, the nightgown came up exposing my pussy. I could feel him hard against me. My body quivered violently as I felt his hardened cock through his pants. I could feel the length of it and became even more horrified. "Please Count... Don't rape me!" I cried begging him.

I gasped when I saw his cock and how very strangely it looked and how large it was. He shoved it deep inside of me shattering my maidenhead. I shrieked loudly in pain.
 
"Please Count... Don't rape me!"

A low, throaty chuckle came from the Count at this.

Her flesh gave way with an audible noise as he entered her. Victoria's body rebelled at him and the way he thrust in, but could do nothing. His power was entire. Her sex engulfed his monstrous cock and was stretched and abused in only its maiden voyage.

Dracula playfully lapped at the blood that trickled from her neck and he pinned her like a butterfly to the bed. Pinned and stabbed. Her shrieks made it so much better.
 
Tears streamed down my face and my body trembled violently as he began to brutally thrust into me. "NO!!!" I screamed. I could not push him away because my arms were pinned. The more that I moved the deeper his cock went into me. If he did not drain me, I had to try to escape the castle, but the more that I thought about it I did not know where I would go considering I did not know the area very well.
 
The Count licked away the tears that spilled over her face.

He drove into her; a juggernaut made withered flesh. His fangs bared and he sank them into her breast, drawing more of her strength away. Dracula's grip was iron, his strength insurmountable.

Her tender sex was ravaged under his onslaught. And still he hammered her.
 
As I struggled, I arched my body accidentally giving the Count access to my breasts. I shrieked even louder as he bit hard into my left breast. The blood trailed down my breast onto my nipple and slid further to my stomach. The more I struggled the more it hurt with his grip, his large cock in my very tight snatch, and his fangs buried in my breast. I was still resistant though I was feeling weakened from the bites.
 
The Count plundered her completely, leaving nothing untouched or unspoiled. His cock rippled inside her, waves of muscle rolling back and forth even as he thrust in and out. He could smell her resolve failing her.

He bit Victoria's breast once more, feedling lightly, then closing the wound. His long tongue then spun and gripped at her nipples.
 
I was weakened even more so by the loss of blood as he continued to feed. I had no choice but to give in. Escape was out of the question completely. I was too weak to run away from the castle. Also, I was starting to become very attracted to him the more I fell into his power. I began to moan as I felt his tongue on my nipples.
 
The Count spread his long limbs over her and held her to the bed with an iron grip. Thus pinned, he began to savagely drill her, thrusting with utter abandon with no concern whatsoever as to her ability to endure it.

He could smell the fresh blood leaking from her.
 
I submitted fully to the Count's desires and began to move with his thrusts though was still weak from being drained. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh yes!" I moaned. I managed to wrap my legs around his waist. I was not as angry with my father. In fact, it felt good to be away from the repressed society of London. Though if I had my way about it, things would be changing there... That had to wait until I was completely turned.
 
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They break like horses, the Count thought. Show them your strength and they ask you to lead the way.

She wrapped her legs round his waist and he gloated in the way he gave it to her, his whip quick and iron-hard body driving him inexorably in. His pulsing cock massaged and manipulated her as he worked.
 
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, Master!" I moaned, "Fuck me!". I was a bit shocked with myself for what I had moaned, but then again I was far from the polite society of London. I kissed him passionately. My body was shivering in sheer ecstasy and I was very close to my first orgasm.
 
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