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Night Music - 12
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*** To recap: David and Victoria have tied the conventional knot. But not ***
*** before he accidentaly turns a friend into a vampire. David frees his ***
*** friend from the vampire curse, which forces him to do some ***
*** soul-searching. With help from Kelly, he decides that being a vampire ***
*** is a good thing. ***
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VICTORIA, OR HOW I LEARNED TO LOVE NIGHT MUSIC
Chapter 12: Victoria's Secret
"So where's the honeymoon?" Michelle asked when she caught up with me at
the reception.
"We're going to Europe for three weeks," I said, distracted slightly by
all of the commotion going on around me. Victoria appeared out of nowhere
and grabbed my arm. She was absolutely gushing, something one would not ex-
pect from a vampire. I had never seen her so happy.
"We will visit my family home for a week, then take Orient Express. I
like riding... trains," she bubbled. The reception turned out to be more
tiring than the preparations for it. Everybody was insanely happy and ra-
diated energy. I had to keep up, of course. However, saying "I do" was a
little more draining than I thought; it wasn't long before I started to run
out of energy. The end of the party couldn't come soon enough for me. Julie
out-jumped everybody for the bouquet. I handed the garter to Bryan, taking
no chances. The party finally ended, and I returned to our house with a
slightly inebriated Victoria. Giggling, she wobbled over the threshold. She
carried me using her vampire's strength. "Would you like more champagne,
darling? Bubbles make vampires _very_ drunk." Victoria was definitely not
sober. I looked at her, bemused, as she weaved towards the kitchen. I was
exhausted though, and wearily took off my shoes. Victoria returned from the
kitchen carrying a freshly opened bottle of champagne.
"Come, join me, my husband." She plopped down on the carpet in the living
room, spilling champagne. I slowly made my way over to her, sitting
deliberately. "You are tired. Has been long day, yes? I give you energy,"
Victoria said, slurring her words. Leaning to me, she bit me deeply, and my
fangs drew her - champagne-flavored - blood in return. When our embrace
ended, I was drunk, Victoria was only a little less drunk, and I was still
tired. I fell asleep shortly thereafter.
We weren't scheduled to leave for New York until Monday. Sunday, both
Victoria and I slept until mid-afternoon, then we packed. There was a trunk
to fill that was to meet us at the castle, as well as our suitcases. The
work required in leaving the country left us both tired, so we fed that night
to refresh ourselves. The train left early in the morning.
Once we settled into our room on the train, Victoria sat at the window,
watching excitedly. "We're still in the station, love," I said. Her eyes
were dancing, and she couldn't sit still. "You're like a five-year old
child, sweetheart. What's the deal?"
"I am happy to be going home. To castle. I have not been there since I
was..." I watched her do a quick recall. "Twenty-one. Has been many years.
Now I return, with husband, man I love." She gave me a peck on the cheek,
then resumed her impatient vigil over the platform and the people still
boarding.
A peck on the cheek? "Come now, you can do better than that," I chided.
Victoria turned away from the window. Her eyes slowly closed, and we kissed
tenderly. At first. It became deeper and more insistent as we continued.
Eventually, we pulled away from each other reluctantly. The train started to
move, bringing back my earlier thoughts. "Victoria, I've always wondered --
what if the castle isn't there? I mean, it's been empty since you were last
there, right?"
"Castle will be there, with servants. There are always servants. Castle
Dracula is very... special to town," Victoria replied. Her eyes glowed red.
"My family is very frightening. Townspeople would not _dare_ displease any
member of my family." Her eyes turned brown again. "Including you. You are
not Count yet, but ceremony in castle will change that." Victoria started to
play with my chest.
"Not until after dinner," I said.
"I want snack first," she pouted. My fangs appeared, and Victoria's eyes
lit up. "Is better idea," she said approvingly before she bit me. She was
very quick. We sucked on each other's blood until South Bend, then had din-
ner. We returned to our room, and had some serious toe-curling, hair-
straightening, muscle-cramping sex. We did manage to get up for breakfast
the next morning, but we were moving awful slow. We were joined at the table
by an elderly couple. "Newlyweds?" the man asked.
"Yes -- but how did you know?" Victoria asked, amazed by the man's mind-
reading power.
"We're in room B, next to you," his wife explained. There was a smile in
her wrinkled eyes, but both Victoria and I blushed. "Oh, don't worry," the
woman continued. "Surely you don't believe that you're the first newlyweds
to ever celebrate on the train."
"Ye-es. She hasn't been able to get enough of train travel since _our_
wedding night," the man continued, holding his wife's hand. The way that
they looked at each other dissolved the embarrassment we had felt. The
breakfast conversation was animated and entertaining.
"They love each other as much as we do. Is wonderful. But ours is for-
ever," Victoria said once we were back in the room. We arrived in New York
and went straight to the airport. We flew to Paris, and spent a few romantic
evenings there while our clocks adjusted. We indulged our deepest urge fre-
quently. Paris' many narrow streets are fertile hunting ground. Especially
those narrow streets that the guidebooks warn you to stay away from after
dark. We left for Vienna.
In Vienna, we were surrounded by music. Victoria and I danced constantly.
During the day we danced to the music of the many street players who were
playing every kind of music. Evenings, we would dress up and go out to the
ballrooms and formal dances, or to the nightclubs where the young people
went. It was there that we would find our other sustenance before returning
to the hotel. There we would dance together without music; sometimes without
moving. Sunrise would find us wrapped around each other, naked, still
dancing.
Our last night in Vienna was marked by an early return to our hotel.
Victoria got up in the middle of the night. She must have stood at the bal-
cony window for a couple of hours, looking at the Danube. The moon was full,
and it illuminated her profile in a way that made her look ethereal. Tired
of being alone in the bed, I walked over and touched her. Or what I thought
was her. The ghostly image of her near-perfect body and exotic face was just
that. Her laughter, light and sweetly mocking, filled the room. "Victoria?"
I asked, somewhat bewildered.
I looked at the moon and beheld her face. "I am close to home, and my
power is strong at the time of the moon," her voice said. Victoria's face
vanished from the moon's surface, then reappeared outside the balcony window.
"Come, David, my husband. Come to me, my love." I opened the balcony door.
Not too bright a move. A cold, cold wind howled around me. I shut the door
quickly and shivered. My wife laughed sweetly, teasingly.
Her eyes danced in front of me. They were rubies glowing in the darkness.
I walked towards them, as if drawn by an invisible tether. Actually, I was
curious about the Cheshire Cat stunt. I felt fangs in my neck, and then
Victoria's arms around me from behind. She avidly sucked my blood, lapping
forcefully at my neck, sending me into orbit. My head started to spin; my
world faded to black, except for two bright red embers...
I found myself on the bed. The room was full of thick, soupy, blinding
fog. "Daaaviiiiddd... Dooooo yoooouuu wannnnt meeee..." Victoria's voice
sang playfully. It sounded unreal, as if a ghost were singing to me. I
couldn't see her through the fog.
Astonished, I answered the eerie voice. "Yes, Victoria, I do. But where
-- ?"
"I wannnt yooouu tooooo..." the disembodied voice sang back in a distant,
echoing timbre. I felt her presence envelop me. I was literally surrounded
by, and swimming in my wife. Suddenly, her neck was at my mouth, her body on
top of mine. I bit deeply, drinking slowly. "Ohhhhh, ye-e-e-e-essss..."
Victoria crooned. Morning found us wrapped up in each other again. "Good
morning, David. Did you enjoy language lesson from last night?" she asked
between kisses. "You will now understand spoken language in Carpathia. It
was much more fun than teaching you regular way." After breakfast, we headed
for castle Dracula.
We arrived late at night, a high, pale moon in the sky. Neither Victoria
nor I were prepared for the reception we got. A man in uniform met us at the
gate. "The castle is closed for the night. Come back tomorrow," he said,
obviously annoyed by our arrival.
Victoria stuck her head out the driver's window and went ballistic,
sputtering indignantly, "I am Countess Dracula! This is my ancestral home!!"
"Yeah, sure it is. Now go away, we don't have time to deal with joke-
sters," the guard said, pointing down the road. Victoria didn't move a mus-
cle. I felt the storm clouds gathering within her. "This is a state tourist
attraction, and the rules say it closes a half-hour before sunset. Be a good
little Countess and go back to town, eh?" the guard finished, and started
laughing at Victoria.
"Open the gate." There was no mistaking the tone. It was a command,
_not_ a request. I could almost see the lines of power radiate from her.
The hair on the back of my neck stood up, and I shivered slightly. The
guard's laugh died in mid-ha (he got an "h" out). He slowly turned, heading
for the castle gate. His partner came running to the car, gun drawn. I
could see his eyes. Contact.
"Put the gun down." I wasn't about to find out how much a gunshot wound
would hurt, not after having been knifed. My anxiety must have added a lot
of oomph to my command. Immediately, his gun arm dropped limply to his side.
His hand opened; the gun clattered harmlessly to the ground. The first
guard's actions had alerted the other guards. They grabbed their enthralled
comrade, keeping him from the gate. Victoria and I changed into bats and
attacked. We bit the remaining three guards, then commanded them to sleep.
After the gate had been opened, we drove the car into the courtyard.
There were souvenir stands all around: "Genuine Vampire Fang", "Official
Vampire Hunter Kits", read two of the stalls. "No - No - NO!!!" Victoria
cried. "How could they DO this???" She got out of the car, slamming the
door shut with enough force to break the locking mechanism. The front door
to the castle was locked; Victoria didn't have a key. "There should be a
servant waiting for us! An indentured thrall to open the door!" She was
crying now. I reached to hold her, to make her feel better, but my wife an-
grily spun away. She turned into a bat, and flew away quickly, high into the
night sky. I had been driving much of the day, and was really too tired to
follow, so I sat dejectedly on the warm hood of the car, teeth chattering.
A few minutes later, the door opened. "Enter freely and of your own
will." Victoria stood at the door, her hair a mess, soot all over her
clothes and face. She sneezed loudly as I gaped at her. She shrugged her
shoulders, and just said, "Chimney." I entered, and tried to kiss her. She
resisted for a few seconds, then responded. She pulled away after a while.
"Bedrooms are made up, anyway," Victoria sniffled, still very distraught. I
wanted desperately to console her.
She wouldn't let me. First, she carried our suitcases in, a look of grim
determination on her face. She carried our luggage to the second floor,
refusing to accept any aid from me. Then Victoria lit a fire in the fire-
place, with some wood that had been nicely laid out, as if for display. I
tried to drag her to bed. "No. You are tired, I know. Rest here, my love.
I have been away too long, and I must take care of business first." Victoria
pushed me down to the bed, but she was gentle about it. "We have eternity
for _that_," she said, brushing the front of my pants.
Victoria cleaned up while I undressed, and I lay down on the bed. I felt
her lips brush mine, then I heard the door open and close. I was asleep
shortly thereafter, too tired from driving all day to really think much about
Victoria's business.
I awakened to a light pressure at my neck. Fangs broke skin, and the
sizzle of the vampire's kiss began. I sleepily, instinctively responded,
opening my mouth and biting in return. My eyes snapped open as I woke up,
fully alert. I realized that the blood filling my mouth was _not_ Vic-
toria's. Blonde hair filled my eyes. The other vampire purred into my neck
and pulled away. "Mmmmm, it has been soooo looong since I have been bitten.
And who might you be, my youthful friend?" she asked. Her eyes were very
blue, and she was incredibly gorgeous. I stared at her.
"Who are you?" I demanded, shocked and amazed.
"I asked first. It's not polite to enter someone's home without even
introducing yourself," she lectured gently, waving a finger at me. There was
an amused lilt to her voice. She wasn't reflecting in the mirror, even
though I was. Before I could say anything else, the door opened, and there
was a loud gasp.
"Marta!!!" Victoria exclaimed. The blonde vampire turned to face my wife.
I could not read either of their expressions.
"Well. If it isn't my little British step-daughter, Victoria." There was
a definite smirk in Marta's voice. "I thought you were going to be a British
vampire, and that you would never return to Carpathia. It was too... rural
and dull for you."
"I am here to claim my birthright," my wife replied.
"Nice of you. Where in the hell were you when they were turning this
place into a tourist trap? Do you know that there's a certain magical item
buried by the front door? I've been reduced to cows and the occasional stu-
pid tourist who tries to spend the night after the castle closes. That's who
I thought _he_ was." Marta's tone was one of frustration more than anger.
She paused a minute, then pointed at me. "Who is he, anyway?"
"My husband." Victoria turned to me. "David, this is Marta, my father's
-- wife."
"I was his favorite until Mina Harker, that..." Marta's voice trailed off
as Victoria's eyes narrowed. "I am sorry Victoria. I do not mean to insult
your mother." Sarcasm oozed out of every word. "But your -- absence -- has
left the castle unprotected."
"I am doing... something about that. This will be our home once again,"
my wife replied. She was hiding something, but Marta didn't pick it up. It
was getting very close to sunrise, and Marta said, "I must return to my cof-
fin." She paused and looked at us. "I am sorry, but there is only one.
They have destroyed or removed the others."
I was about to say that that wasn't a problem, but Victoria spoke first,
cutting me off as I inhaled. It was obvious that I should be quiet. "We
have made the necessary arrangements, Marta. Good night." Marta bowed mock-
ingly, then cast a hungry look at me as she left the room. She made sure
that Victoria noticed, too. "Damn that whore!" Victoria hissed. After the
sun had risen up, and Marta was definitely asleep. "Did she hurt you?"
"No, other than interrupting my sleep. But..." I hesitated, very aware
of my wife's feelings about other female vampires and me.
"I will -- forgive her this one time. She did not know you were a vam-
pire. If she tries to bite you again, I _will_ kill her," Victoria said darkly.
"I'd like an explanation --" I yawned involuntarily. "But I'm still
tired, and I'd rather sleep now." I yawned again. Although Victoria's step-
mother (!) had given me an erection, the energy associated with that lust
departed when Marta left the room. I remembered exactly how tired I was. I
headed back to bed.
"No, you can not sleep there. Tourists will be here in few hours. I will
take you to safe place," Victoria said, pulling me to my feet. I grumbled in
mild protest. "But it is important that you not let Marta know that we may
move about in the daytime. _Very_ important. Promise me, yes?" Her tone
conveyed the urgency of the message. She walked over to a wall, pulled on
the lighting fixture, and a secret passage opened. "Come. We will go into
hiding."
I followed Victoria to another bedroom, this one buried within the castle
walls. It was fully furnished, and there was a large bed. I was struck by
how clean it was, and by the electric lamps in the room. "This is where I
began," my wife said as I lay down to go back to sleep. "This is where my
father and mother conceived me," she smiled, curling up next to me. I don't
remember much else except going to sleep warmed by Victoria's body.
We woke up in the afternoon. There were voices all around us. They came
from the tourists on the other side of the wall. Victoria sat up, and whis-
pered to me. "We must be quiet, or tourists will hear us. Tonight we begin
our reclamation of the castle and the town. Last night, I began the work
that is necessary, but is too much for just me. Marta is no longer re-
stricted to the castle and the close farmlands, so that will help." She
paused, and trouble clouded her gorgeous eyes. "I feel very guilty because
it is my absence that has caused this to happen. Without noble occupant, the
state has claimed the castle and land. Tourists bring money, and no one
fears the castle by day. They do not fear as much at night, also." She hung
her head. I kissed her on the back of the neck.
Victoria started to get dressed again. "I have a plan, but I will
definitely need _your_ help. I must ask you to be Count Dracula, my vampire
lord and mate. It will mean drinking much blood." She looked at me sympa-
thetically. "I know how you are about biting." I opened my mouth, but Vic-
toria anticipated my objection. "There should not be any need for _you_ to
kill." She paused, reading my lack of reaction. "I hope that killing will
not be necessary, but castle _will_ be returned to family."
I was going stir crazy after a few hours of being in the interior room.
We still couldn't leave for a while; they were in the process of closing the
castle for the night, ushering the last of the tourists out. Victoria helped
pass the time by giving me the true story of her father's death. "They never
would have found them if Van Helsing had not invoked Paresi curse against my
father. That forced him and my mother to leave this room."
"Why didn't they find Marta?" I asked, not knowing what the (or a) Paresi
curse was.
"The curse was directed at my father. She was hiding in secret room like
this, only not as nice, in dungeon. Van Helsing assumed that when my father
died, all of his spawn would die. As you can see, he was wrong." Victoria
held up her hand, and listened carefully. "Tourists are gone. We may leave
here now." We went to the castle roof and flew off, heading to the nearby
town. We bit several young children, male and female. The obvious fang
marks we left were much more important to Victoria's plan than the actual
blood. "This will let them know that the family Dracula lives. Also, the
next generation will be ours," she had said.
We went to one of the restaurants in town that catered to the tourist
trade and closed at eleven. Victoria and I dined, had a couple of beers, and
left at closing time to wait for the help. Victoria bit the head chef and
busboy as they emptied garbage. She commanded them to come to the castle the
next afternoon. One of the waitresses exited, saying merry goodnights. She
was mine in a flash, and her sweet moans thrilled me as I drank her life.
She wobbled, rapture on her face, as I commanded her to do the same. "We
will need a kitchen staff at the castle." It took three waitresses, the chef
and busboy to satisfy Victoria's staffing criteria. I was drinking less and
less blood as the night went on, quite satisfied with the wide variety I had
been getting. This was becoming more of a tasting, as opposed to a drinking
party.
"Now, we strike at the man who will bring us the tourism person. The
mayor of the town," Victoria said. "But _you_ must do next bite. This is
critical, for I am a female vampire, and can not do all that is needed." I
looked at her quizzically, but followed her to the mayor's house. I stood in
the backyard, while Victoria disappeared somewhere. It wasn't long before a
young girl (about 15 or 16), dressed only in a nightgown came out. She
looked around furtively, then came right up to me.
"Who are y-" Her voice stopped as she looked into my eyes. Her long
black hair waved in the cold early winter breeze. Her eyes were full of
wonder. (What exactly do they see when they look in my eyes, anyway?) Vic-
toria walked back into the yard.
"She is virgin, David. You are to be her first. Vampire's kiss will re-
move virginity." My wife paused, and quietly continued, "Make it long and
special. She will be in complete thrall to you."
"Come closer, my child. What is your name?" I commanded.
"Agnes," the girl replied, voice far away, eyes still lost in mine. I
looked at her appraisingly. So sue me. She was still developing. I could
see that she had some baby fat, but her features were a little too sharp and
uneven for her to ever be considered beautiful. She would grow up to be
slightly round and average-looking.
"Agnes, I will give you your first kiss." I reached for her, and she
instinctively tilted her head back as I wrapped my arms around her. I felt
like Christopher Lee; opening my mouth, placing it at her neck, and biting
her slowly. I sank my fangs completely into Agnes' young neck.
Her reaction was a low, very long moan. Her nipples hardened noticeably.
I drank carefully, watching the girl's life force. It burned bright and
strong _much_ longer than I had expected. Victoria tapped me on the shoulder
to signal that I should stop. I pulled my fangs out with care. I heard
Agnes' soft, surprised, "Ohhh?" when my fangs were clear. I released the
girl. There was a large red spot on the front of her nightgown between her
legs. "I did that?" I asked Victoria. I had a hard time believing that my
bite broke Agnes' hymen.
My wife nodded. "She is no longer virgin, and she will remember you for
long, long time. Tell her that you will visit her tomorrow, and to go back
inside, forgetting that she was out here." I did, and the door closed behind
Agnes as she went back in her house. "_This_," she paused, "_will_ make
mayor react. It has been a good evening, my husband. My love," Victoria
said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "It is cold out here. Let us go back
to the castle."
As soon as we entered the front door, we were greeted by Marta. "So
_there_ you are! I have a surprise for you! Come, join me for cocktails in
the dungeon." She looked at me, and the intensity of her desire burned right
through to my brain. Marta came over to me, blue eyes sparkling and dancing.
She brushed my cheek with her lips. Victoria glowered at her. I was be-
ginning to feel the need to fuck Marta until we ran out of positions to try.
Her sensuality was almost overpowering, but I remembered my experience with
Jennifer. The sexual delights promised in those eyes, that face, those hips,
between those thighs... could never be delivered. I swallowed hard and
pulled away from Marta, walking to my wife. It took an effort, and Victoria
possessively put her arms around me. We followed Marta to the dungeon.
Standing next to a formally set dinner table were a teenaged boy and girl.
They both wore Iron Maiden tee-shirts. I recognized the expression in their
eyes long before I saw the fang marks. "Sit with me," Marta purred, then
paused. "_Both_ of you." She drew a knife across the boy's wrist. He
didn't flinch; no pain showed in his glassy-eyed vacant face. His blood
filled a wine glass which Marta handed to Victoria. She repeated the action
with the girl who also gave no impression that anything had happened to her.
This glass she handed to me, looking at me with extreme lust. Drawing a-
nother glass from the boy for herself, she sat and crossed her legs slowly,
allowing me to see her blonde mound. Marta wore no panties. She smiled sen-
sually. "Oh, I forgot." Turning to the boy, she commanded, "Bring me the
cigar box." He obeyed silently, woodenly. Marta offered me a slim cigar-
illo, and selected one for herself as well. "I would offer you one Victoria,
but I know you prefer the paper ones. It is just as well. They suit your --
constitution -- better." Marta poked sexy fun at my wife.
"Thank you for your concern, Marta," Victoria replied, "but I will accept
your hospitality nonetheless." The temperature in the room dropped ten de-
grees. Marta handed my wife a cigarillo, and the enthralled girl lit each
one with a candle. "Would you like to hear my plan for the regaining of the
castle?" Victoria asked. Marta indicated her assent with a graceful inclin-
ation of her head. Her gorgeous blond hair dipped as she did so. It was a
wonderfully feminine, attractive movement. We sat around the table as
Victoria detailed her plan. Marta listened without reacting for the most
part. She continued smoking leisurely, and would cast an occasional wanting
glance my way. God, she was gorgeous!
"It will not work, Victoria," Marta declared after my... wife had finished
speaking. "You have been away, so I will have to explain why it will not
work." She paused, and looked at me with those pretty blue eyes before re-
turning her attentions to Victoria. "The Minister of Tourism is a Van Hel-
sing. He was hired to make the castle safe for tourists. Why do you think I
am restricted here? Who do you think put the Stone of Marius under the
road?" She paused again. "He does not know for sure that I am here. If I
were to terrorize town as you suggest, he would know. Then he would come
hunt me down, and kill me!" Marta's voice begged me to hold her, console
her, tell her that everything was going to be all right. She continued,
after calming herself a little. "That is why we are here with --," she waved
her hand sexily to indicate the two teenagers, "them."
" 'Let's stay in the castle', they say, 'We aren't afraid of vampires',
or, 'Vampires don't really exist.' The worst part is that I have to _return_
them the next day! If tourists disappear, Van Helsing will get suspicious,
too. Tell me, Victoria," Marta's voice softened, becoming even sexier. "And
now, I truly mean no disrespect, but how can _you_, with your limited powers,
fight him and his family's knowledge, when I am chained to the castle?" She
reclined, her breasts jumping to the center of my attention, and took a drag
of her cigarillo. The round thing in her mouth and sucking action sent me on
a flight of sexual fantasy.
"I have my ways, Marta. First, the Stone has been removed, so you are
once again free to move about. Let Van Helsing come. I am prepared for
him.
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" The two vampires continued their polite argument, Marta insisting in a
throaty voice that Victoria's plan was doomed to failure, and Victoria calmly
defending her decisions. I sat back and noticed every sensual, suggestive
muscle twitch that Marta made. The light reflected off her sweet fangs. Her
beautiful blue eyes held the key to exotic, fantastic, undreamed of sexual
practices. Everything Marta did made me hornier. My erection pressed very
painfully against my leg. An alarm clock rang.
"Sun rises in a half-hour," Marta said, honeyed voice dripping with
sensuality. "I must attend to these two. I take it you are staying in the
chamber?" Chamber. I thought about the chamber between Marta's legs where I
could happily spend the rest of my existence. I watched, spellbound, as Mar-
ta suggestively stuck her finger in her mouth and punctured it with one of
her sexy fangs.
"Yes, we will be staying in my father's secret room. The servants did
well when they made it more modern. We will see you tomorrow night," Vic-
toria said.
Marta was rubbing her bleeding finger across the two mortals' neck and
wrist wounds. As her finger moved, it conjured up visions of another kind of
motion in my head. With Marta underneath me, calling my name in ecstasy to
the heavens. My eyes got real big when I saw the teenagers' wounds heal as
Marta applied her blood to them. "You will forget all that you have seen,
heard, or experienced. Your night in the castle has been boring, and you saw
or heard nothing out of the ordinary. You will go to where we first met, lie
down, and go to sleep," Marta instructed them. They left the dungeon silent-
ly. She turned to me, flashed a sexy smile, and stood up, allowing me to
admire her wonderful legs. She pivoted and left the room, hips swaying.
"You can breathe now." Victoria's statement carried more than just a hint
of annoyance. "Come on, let us go upstairs," she said, tugging at my arm. I
was still watching, leaning towards the doorway that my most desired fantasy
had disappeared through. My cock would have played divining rod if my pants
hadn't been in the way. Victoria dragged me away, but I resisted as much as
I could.
"Victoria... I -- I..." I moaned.
"I know. She is very old, very powerful vampire. And _you_ are still
_very_ mortal. She has been very lonely." Victoria paused, and a small
smile came to her lips. "I think we will not stay in castle tonight," she
said lightly.
"W-W-What? Why not?" I stammered. My stunned reaction was less due to
surprise than to my disappointment at not being able to be in the same build-
ing as Marta, my one, true, heart's desire.
"You are in need because of Marta's power. I thought this would happen,
so I made arrangements. I will take _good_ care of you, David." We left the
castle. I looked back longingly one last time as we drove down the road. We
pulled up outside one of the tourist hotels in the town. "Is not fancy like
Vienna, but it has a nice bed," Victoria said, a touch of playful lewdness in
her voice. We went to a room that she already had a key for. She sat on the
bed and patted it. "Marta will never know. She is asleep until sunset," she
cooed.
Victoria lay on the bed, open and inviting. "Come to me. I know that you
are frustrated." Damn right I was. I removed her clothes quickly, pausing
only the briefest of moments to pay attention to foreplay. My haste did not
go unnoticed. Looking into my eyes, Victoria grabbed my head. "David," she
calmly said, "I understand." She explicitly invited me to take care of my
needs first. Much to my shame, I did. "Ohhh... Daaa-viiiid..." she moaned
as I quickly entered her. Victoria welcomed me with open legs, not caring
about my insensitivity.
She lay beneath me, thrusting her hips in time with my frenzied pumping.
The sound of my lustful, grunting pants were accompanied by Victoria's sighs.
I came after a minute, a much-needed relief washing through my body. Victor-
ia accepted my uncaring orgasm, but then held me tightly. Her inner walls
grabbed my penis as it softened.
She kept massaging my cock internally while looking at me. Our eyes
locked, and she was broadcasting _her_ need to me. "Is better now, yes? Now
we make love, yes?" Victoria began to breathe heavily. "I want you.
Stay... Stayyy... Ye-e-ess... David, myyy lo-o-ove... Stayyy innn
meeee..." she purred. As her pussy worked its magic on my dick, so did her
words on my brain. I got hard again, still not having pulled out.
"Oooohhh..." was Victoria's soft, sensual reaction. I slowly raised my hips.
"Be-eh-eh-etter, nowww?" my wife sighed.
I could only moan loudly in acknowledgment. I felt her warmth pull me
deeper into her. I moved slowly, deliberately, hoping to please my wife, and
vowing to be much more attentive to her needs this time. Each centimeter of
motion caused tingles to erupt along my rigid length. The sensation was
multiplied as it traveled up my spine, becoming an electric sizzle by the
time it reached my brain. I bucked involuntarily a couple of times. Vic-
toria gasped, and trembled beneath me. "Ohhh, ye-e-ess!!! You like?" she
moaned, biting my ear. My temporary loss of rhythm had pleased her. Our
hips circled, pubic regions grinding forcefully at each other. Her tongue
buried itself in my mouth. I happily reciprocated, kissing her deeply, my
tongue seeking her throat. Victoria's legs wrapped tightly around my waist.
Her hands stroked my back. My wife moaned softly with each movement we made.
I grabbed Victoria's butt and pulled her against me. Her pleasure button
was pressed hard between us. The slow, grinding pace of our sex combined
with the pinching of her clit to overwhelm her. She threw her head back,
crying "Ohhhh???" She squeezed me with her arms and legs. I felt her body
go stiff a split second before the inner massage began; slick, buttery hands
spasmodically fingering my cock. Victoria vibrated silently, turning red.
She wasn't breathing. My hips continued their circular motion, and her clit
was still trapped, held by our bodies.
Victoria's head jerked up and down. Her mouth was still open, body still
taut, quivering continuously. Her pussy continued its feverish massage of my
cock, thrilling me. Suddenly, her back arched, lifting me as well. She
still wasn't breathing. We were precariously balanced, supported mostly by
her neck and legs for a moment in slow motion, then frozen as if by a still
camera. Victoria collapsed on the bed with a loud huff.
"Hu-uuuh-ohhh! Huuunnnhh!!! Ohhhh! Huunnhh!" she wailed, each cry end-
ing in a deep sighing breath. "Ohh! Ohhh!!! OHHH!!!" Victoria proclaimed
her release to the entire town, I thought. Slurping noises came from between
us. I was in heaven. "Ohhhh! Ohhh!! Hu-u-u-uhhh-ohhh!!" my wife con-
tinued. "Ohhh... Daaa-v-i-i-id!" She thrust her hips violently at me,
trying to shake my ejaculation loose.
"F-f-fuckme!" she gasped. "David -- fuckme!" Victoria panted, turning
into the sex-crazed vampire I had fallen in lust with. She pumped at me with
an erotic urgency. I granted her request, thrusting at her forcefully. My
breathing turned into loud pants, silenced occasionally by her tongue and
mouth. I lost control, and my hips started moving up and down rapidly to
their own rhythm. The tingle started in my feet, spread quickly upward, and
gathered into knots in my throat and stomach. Victoria's eyes were rolled
back in her head. "Uhhh! Uhhh! Unnhhh! Uhhh!" she grunted, even less in
control than I. The knots contracted, becoming concentrated pinpoints of
intense pleasure.
"G-g-g-g --OHHHH!!!!" The knots exploded, sending ecstasy through my sys-
tem at supersonic speeds. I grunted and bucked, my body twitching violently.
My neck muscles locked. Victoria thrashed with me, gasping for air, unable
to moan. Then my nuts tightened, I felt my eyes roll around their sockets, I
gurgled, my ears popped...
Each powerful contraction in my groin was reflected by a massive shudder
and accompanied by a loud groan. Million-watt light bulbs went off in my
head, rendering me blind. I felt nails dig into my back, and my body lurched
again. The ridge along the underside of my penis burned intensely for a sec-
ond; then cooled; then burned again. I gave one last shudder, and I was
motionless on top of my wife. Her hips still moved from side to side, her
pussy milking my deflating cock. A slurping sound meant that it was over. I
rolled onto my back, definitely sated and satisfied. I was unbelievably ex-
hausted. A warm pair of lips brushed my cheek; a soft, sweaty body covered
mine. Hands rested gently behind my head. Half-lidded brown eyes looked at
me. No words were exchanged; it was unnecessary. Sleep swiftly claimed us
both.
Late that afternoon, Victoria and I returned to the castle, entering as
tourists. She quickly found a secret passage and we made our way to her
father's chamber. We waited there for the sun to set, since only an hour or
so of daylight remained. Marta met us in the dining hall shortly after the
sun had dropped below the horizon. "Would you happen to have a light,
David?" she asked, holding a cigarillo aloft. She held my hand and looked
deeply into my eyes as I lit it. She sucked on the tobacco cylinder, beauti-
ful blue eyes speaking to me, saying, "This could be you in my mouth." I
kept looking in her eyes for more wonderful words. They danced for me, then
started to spin, drawing me nearer...
"David!!!" Victoria's voice brought me back from the whirlpool. Marta
smiled knowingly at me. "We have work to do. You too, Marta," Victoria
ordered.
"Yes, Countess, I serve faithfully the ruler of castle Dracula," Marta
replied. Her sexy voice was not very servile.
"You will come with me. We will make the guards our servants. Yes, _you_
Marta. We only need to enslave them; I do not want any dead bodies to hide
for the next three days. Is that clear?" Victoria's voice definitely gave
me the impression that my lovely, sexy Marta might try to disobey her. I
couldn't conceive of the incredibly gorgeous blonde vampire doing that.
"Victoria, I say again that you are crazy. Van Helsing will kill us all.
But I must obey," Marta said in resignation. I was about to argue with
Victoria and tell her to leave the castle alone, so Marta (and I) could stay
in peace. Marta continued, "It will be nice to have Carpathian blood again.
I am tired of American teenagers. I will not kill any of the guards, Vic-
toria. You have my word as your father's favorite." This seemed to allay
Victoria's fears.
"What about me?" I asked, still trying to recover from Marta's earlier
assault on my senses. My dick pressed against my leg. Marta was everything
I had ever wanted in a woman.
"Check the castle," Victoria said. "If you find anybody, make them sleep
until dawn. We do not wish to be disturbed." That was true. Now, if only
Victoria wasn't in the way... Plus, Victoria had split us up. I groaned
inwardly in frustration. Marta knew that I was hers; Victoria was just -- a
temporary inconvenience.
I flew around the castle, searching as thoroughly as I could. I thought
that Victoria could have done this much better, since she knew all of the
secret passages and where they led. Besides, that would have left Marta and
me alone, together. My search took more than an hour, because I had to
double-check some of the bedrooms. I thought about where I would start
fucking Marta, and in which order we'd break in all the beds. I returned to
the dining room. Victoria and Marta were talking quietly. I landed, chang-
ing back.
"David! I am glad to see you again!" Marta smiled. Her gorgeous face had
the two bluest, swirling eyes. I wanted to dive into those twin pools. My
cock strained in my pants. Marta was all I cared about. I wanted her
_badly_. The room vanished and I could only think about fucking Marta for
eternity. Victoria who? Marta's lips met mine, sending me to the farthest
reaches of the universe. Her presence surrounded me, and I wanted all of
her. She pressed her pelvis against mine, grinding forcefully as we kissed
madly, driven by lust. My tongue worked inside her mouth. I could only hope
it was as good for her as it was for me...
Victoria pulled us apart. Eyes blazing red, she hissed at Marta. "He is
_mine_," she said, trying to burn a hole through the love of my life with her
eyes. "Violate our bond, and I will kill you."
My heart's desire smirked. "He is yours as long as you can keep him."
Marta's eyes reddened. "And you would do well to remember that you may be
Countess, but _I_ am a full vampire," she said, malice dripping from each
sexy word she uttered. "I would serve him as I served your father," Marta
concluded, still staring at Victoria. It was a vampire cat fight, and I knew
for whom I was cheering mightily. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a body
that would be delicious. The woman of my darkest and most far-fetched sexual
dreams. She had even just said that she would serve me willingly. My every
depraved command.
"David, call the mayor's daughter." Someone was speaking... to me. With
an effort, I pulled my eyes away from my love, my heart's desire, my ultimate
fantasy... and turned to Victoria. My nuts tightened in complaint, and I
gave a little groan of pain. The woman with brown hair frowned. "Call
the -- "
I cut her off. "I heard you." There was a strong undercurrent of irrit-
ation in my voice. All I wanted was for her to leave me and Marta the fuck
_alone_. My brain reluctantly put down the copy of the Marta Sutra it had
been zealously reading, and reached out for the young girl. "I have come for
you again, my sweet Agnes."
She responded immediately, eagerly. "Will you come to me tonight?"
"No, Agnes. But I am very close. I am at the castle. We can be together
in the castle. But you must come to me tonight." Victoria and I had dis-
cussed this part many times during the day. "You want me to _WHAT_?" I had
said. My refusal had died quietly. Those brown eyes, wonderful silky mouth,
and sweet throat had persuaded me. I wondered how deep Marta's throat was.
My dick jumped.
"Who is Marta?" Agnes' question rang in my head.
"No one, dear Agnes," I lied, quickly regaining my composure. It was ob-
vious that I'd have to forget about Marta for the time being. "Come to me.
I will make you... feel very good." The young girl's desire hit me with
hurricane force as soon as I said it. My dick jumped again, this time for
Agnes. It was still trapped in my pants.
"I..." Agnes paused her thought. Anxiety flooded the mental link. "I
want to, really. But I _can't_. My father was _very_ upset that I am no
longer a virgin. He -- he -- " The worst thing about a mental link is that
it's harder not to think about something than it is not to say it. I picked
up Agnes' recollections as she hesitated. I got very angry as I saw her
father hit her.
"You must come to me tonight. I will make it better," I cajoled her,
truly wanting to console the poor thing. My mortal side came out - but just
for an instant.
"I can't. I just _can't_. My father has locked me in my room. I can not
get out." Her disappointment at this transmitted very clearly. I could
still sense her boiling desire just below the surface of her thoughts. My
cock jumped again.
"She's locked in her room. Her father has beaten her and locked her up
because of last night. Now what?" I addressed the statement to both women,
but the accusatory tone of my message was directed at Victoria. She didn't
seem to care.
"I can mist," Marta said, breaking the strained silence. "I will free
her, and send her here." Her voice was smoky, sensual. "I do this to prove
the folly of your plan, Victoria. I will not bite the girl. The _last_
thing that I want is another female vampire," Marta finished in her sultry,
silken voice. Marta looked at me. "But she must invite me in the house. I
cannot enter of my own will. David, tell her to invite me in when I get
there."
Oh, that wonderful, enchanting voice! And it was directed at me. I
wanted her badly and Marta knew it. She would be fucking my brains out soon.
But first, I had to go along with Victoria's plan. "Agnes, someone will
come. You must ask her to come in so she may free you. Then we can be to-
gether, and it will be better than last night. I can't wait to see you
again, Agnes." A solid wall of lust fell on my brain as Agnes' excitement
shot back through the link. I turned to look for my true love, but she had
already flown away, heading for the town. The brown-haired woman regarded me
curiously.
"Are you all right, David?" she asked. "I know what Marta is doing to
you. She does not love you. Her desire is because she is lonely. I promise
I will make it better."
"You can't make it better than she can. I will be Marta's new master.
She will be my willing slave," I said, not caring that I had just insulted
Victoria. "You can't tell me what Marta wants. I will have her, and she
will respond to me." There was a razor-sharp edge to my tone. I had meant
every word that I had just said. I had no way of knowing that my desire was
fueled by Marta's skill at wielding her supernatural sensuality. However, at
that moment, Victoria was just a nagging, unattractive bitch.
"As you wish," was all Victoria said in response, and she walked away from
me. I didn't care. Nothing much happened for the next hour or so. We
pointedly ignored each other. Victoria told me that it was time to go to the
drawing room, and sent a guard down the road to escort Agnes to the castle.
The girl arrived, and looked around the empty foyer.
"Come to me, Agnes," I spoke out loud as I opened the drawing room door.
Agnes turned, and her actions slowed as my power wrapped itself around her
weakened will. She walked in, eyes glazed, full of trance-like wonder. Her
mind was in complete thrall. Her round, innocent face and those eyes made me
feel a little guilty. I stepped back to look at her again. I could see her
married to a respectable young man from the town in five years. She would
become the meek, dutiful, rural housewife her father obviously intended her
to be. She would _not_ be a virgin bride, however. "Take off your clothes."
She obeyed quickly. Her nipples were erect, and I didn't need any vampire
powers to tell me that she was aroused. On the other hand, she was broad-
casting her extremely powerful lust through the link we shared, and I was too
close to her to avoid sensing it. My penis was already erect and just look-
ing for a hole to climb into. I looked at the virginal young girl again.
Her desire was almost tangible and it dominated our link, overflowing into
the rest of my mind, including the libido. Marta who? "Lie down on the
table," I commanded.
Her eyes fluttered as she did so. "Yesss... taaaake... meeee..." Agnes
said, sounding as if she were far away. Her lips were slightly parted, and
she pouted. The flush blossomed across her chest. Her breathing became
rapid and shallow. I ripped off my pants, finally freeing my oppressed cock.
Agnes squirmed, and moaned loudly at the sight in anticipation. I positioned
myself at her untraveled entrance. Hot, humid waves filled the air around
the head of my dick and I couldn't wait any longer. I began to push into
her.
It was a slow process. Agnes' pussy squeezed every bit of my dick that
was in her with an incredibly pleasurable force; it simultaneously pushed at
the head against any further penetration. Agnes was soon bucking, crying,
moaning, as a string of tiny orgasms rippled through her body. Her hips
convulsed as we finally managed to get my cock all the way in her no-longer
virginal vagina. I moved slowly, hoping that the gripping, pulling sensation
would ease and hoping that it would not. Agnes' first major orgasm started
with a loud wail. She began to fuck back at me with unchained fervor. I
flooded her in a very short time, having been stimulated beyond belief by the
pulsations of her orgasm and the friction of fucking her tight cunt.
I pulled out with a slurp. "Ohhhh... Was sooooo gooooood..." Agnes
moaned over and over, still writhing. Our afterglow was interrupted by
Victoria's entrance.
"The mayor is coming! Quick! Get her ready!" she said, not quite in a
panic. She turned and headed back out the room. Oh well, I thought, time
for business again. I walked over to the corner of the room opposite from
the hall entrance.
"Agnes, come to me," I commanded, again pulling at her with my power,
cutting short her post-orgasmic thrill. I'd make it up to her. She climbed
off the table and approached me. Our eyes locked. (Now I know. They spin.)
I could feel Agnes' sexual hunger reverberate in my soul through the link. I
reached and kissed her, my tongue darting in and out of her mouth. She re-
sponded clumsily, but with a great deal of enthusiasm. Then I bit her. Her
body trembled, assaulted by the electricity of my special kiss. She suddenly
relaxed, succumbing to the ecstasy that dwarfed any of her earlier orgasms.
Agnes moaned sweetly. I left her neck bleeding although I stopped drinking.
Agnes grabbed at me to help support herself.
"Enter freely, and of your own will," Victoria's voice carried from the
foyer. It was immediately followed and drowned out by an angry male voice.
"What have you done with my daughter?? Woman, I should have called the
police when you came to my door! What are you doing in the castle?? Where
are the guards??"
"Kneel, Agnes. Service me willingly, lovingly, wantonly with your mouth."
She began to lick and suck my cock clumsily. I gently held her head, giving
her silent instructions, and guiding her strokes with my hands. She learned
quickly, and was soon giving me a very good blowjob.
The drawing room opened and I heard a man gasp. "Agnes!" His sweet,
innocent daughter stopped her oral attentions for a moment. She looked at
her father. Turning back to me, she stuck her tongue out and slowly ran it
along the underside of my cock, looking at me adoringly. She moved her body
and resumed her efforts, smacking loudly. She made no effort to disguise the
pleasure she was taking. Agnes had moved so that she could look defiantly at
her father while she sucked.
A killing rage contorted his face, and the man moved with amazing swift-
ness. "Stop, and watch how your innocent child enjoys her corruption."
Marta's voice came from behind us, and the mayor was unable to move after his
initial two steps. Marta was incredibly powerful, for the mayor just stood,
eyes glued on Agnes and my glistening cock.
"Tell your father what else you can do, Agnes," Victoria coaxed, standing
in the doorway.
"I can fuck," Agnes giggled. "I fucked him, Daddy." She licked my dick
like a lollipop, then continued speaking. "Daddy, I fucked him and I lo-o-o-
oved it. And now -- " She gave me another sloppy, lewd, highly visible
lick. "I'm sucking his cock. It tastes sooo goood... Mmmmm," Agnes purred
as she placed her mouth around my cock and resumed bobbing her head. I sent
her another silent command.
"I want your juice, master!" Agnes squealed. "I want to feeel it, taaste
it... and, and -- _drink_ it. Give me your juice, pleeease!" Her hand
pumped faster on my slick shaft. Agnes giggled some more, chanting,
"Masterrr, cummm, masterrr, cummmm..." With that added stimulation, it
wasn't long before I did, spurting satisfying streams of semen onto Agnes.
She purred and cooed and laughed as the milky white fluid landed on her.
She took my cock back into her mouth after several jets had hit her. She
rolled her tongue around my coming cock, sucking happily, purring loudly
until the spurts became dribbles. She wiped at the come on her face and
body, licking her fingers in an obscene manner. Agnes looked at her father.
"Would you like me to do _you_ now, Daddy?" The expression on her face was
one of absolute lust taken to the point of decadence. The voice had no
business being on a 15-year old girl.
The mayor had a large bulge in his pants; Marta continued to sit, filing
her nails and looking disinterested. Agnes began to crawl towards her
father, whispering wanton obscenities to him. "Stop her, my love," Marta's
voice danced in my head. "We will have time, later." Agnes stopped, stood
up, and returned to me. I gave her a long, wet kiss. She responded fully,
and much less clumsily than before.
Victoria broke the silence. "I am the Countess Dracula. I have returned
with a new Count, to reclaim the family home and birthright. I hereby claim
your daughter as my maidservant. Henceforth, her family shall be ours for
all time." Victoria's eyes turned red. The man's anger turned to fear as the
enthralled kitchen staff and guards entered the room. Their neck wounds were
very fresh, having been "touched up" for the occasion.
"Agnes..." the mayor squeaked. His daughter responded by kneeling and
starting another blowjob. "Fuck me again, master!" she said between slurps.
Her father ran screaming from the drawing room and out into the night, pur-
sued by Victoria.
When she came back a few minutes later, Agnes was cuddled in a plush
chair, sleeping. Marta was giving me the blowjob, and I was hissing, "Yess,
baby, yess!" repeatedly. Marta stopped as Victoria re-entered the room. "If
that does not get Van Helsing to come kill the vampires, nothing will," she
said bitterly. "You have sealed our doom, foolish girl. I for one, intend
to enjoy my final hours. Fuck me, David." I eagerly began to remove Marta's
clothes.
"YOU - WILL - NOT - TAKE - PLEASURES - WITH - MY - HUSBAND!" Marta stood
up, half-naked, and locked eyes with Victoria. The battle over me had begun
in earnest. Both women's eyes were bright red. The hair on my body stood up
as arcane power filled the room. Victoria's knees began to buckle. "No! --
I -- am -- Coun -- tess -- Drac -- ula!" Her voice was strained, weak.
Marta smiled evilly, saying nothing. Suddenly, Marta's eyes snapped wide
open in fear. She turned and ran away without a word.
Victoria - my wife - collapsed on the floor. Lifting her head, she looked
up at me with unfocused eyes. "I am my father's daughter..." she said
quietly, then her eyes closed, and her head fell back to the carpet. I
carried her to her father's chamber, and lay her on the bed. I didn't know
what had happened between Marta and Victoria, but I didn't care. I was wor-
ried by Victoria's pallor and ragged, shallow breathing. I watched her for a
couple of hours until I fell asleep with my arm protectively draped across
her body.
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