Accept his kiss

You feel yourself being drawn into the deep pools of Baron Vlad's eyes as if a powerful current is sucking you into oblivion. Your nipples stiffen beneath the constricting corset and you feel the heat of arousal burning between your thighs. His request seems so reasonable. Just a kiss on his delicate lips. There is nothing to be worried about...yesss...your years of training recede into the darkness.

As you submit, Baron Vlad presses you back onto the cushions, sliding his hand up your corseted body to your breast, his fingers like ice against your tender flesh. He kisses your lips, gently at first, but with greater insistance. You part your lips to him and his tongue slips inside your mouth like he is tasting you. Your tongue presses into his mouth in return and he bites. Just a sharp, sudden bite on your tongue. A small amount of blood oozes out and he moans into the kiss, his passion inflamed by the taste.

His hand moves to the hem of your skirt and he lifts it, sliding his hand up your trembling thighs and moving between them. He touches you through the lingerie Ingo dressed you in and you arch your back to press your wanton mound against him. He lowers the underthings, stripping away your garter and sliding them from your ankle. He breaks the kiss only long enough to open his trousers and return to you, pressing his cock, cold and stiff, against the molten trench of your sex.

"Please," you moan, consumed with lust.

"Of course," he says with a victorious smirk. His cock enters you like a spear of ice, parting your velvet folds and burying itself in the furnace of your dripping fuck tunnel. He kisses you against as he slides every icy inch into your cunt until you are filled and aching. His mouth moves to your shoulder, then your neck, and you gasp as his lips part and his sharp teeth drive into your flesh. The pain is terrible, but gone quickly, replaced with a hot pleasure, burning at your throat as he clamps his mouth against the wound and sucks at your lifeblood. As he feeds on you he begins to thrust.

"So sweet," he murmus, his lips against your neck. "You hunters are always the finest delicacy. And you more than any I have had in a long time."

The combination of pleasure is too intense and you orgasm swiftly, bucking up against him in a loud ruffle of your fancy dress, inner muscles fluttering and then clenching tightly around him. He drinks from you for some time, tirelessly thrusting, driving you to another and then another orgasm as your strength fades and all you can do is experience the pleasure. You wonder if he intends to kill you, but oddly, feel no fear.

As the world begins to go dark and you feel your heartbeat slowing, Baron Vlad stops his feeding. He licks at your neck, healing the wound, but not repairing the harm. He is still fucking you, hammering his cock into you with renewed vigor. He smiles down at you, his chin and mouth dark with your blood.

"My dear, so tender and sweet," he kisses the tops of your breasts before continuing. "I have something that will make you feel much better."

He grabs your hips and roughly fucks you, moving with impossible speed, driving you through an orgasm so violent you nearly pass out. His eyes are wild as he hammers his cock into your spasming cunt. And suddenly you feel him stiffen even more and burst inside you, his cock pumping out a chilly cocktail of seed that bathes your womb in his lifeless spunk. Your cunt is eager for his juices, seeming to drink them as he drank yours, and you feel your strength returning with each spurt. He stays inside you after he has filled you with his juices, only separating after several minutes. You feel happy, but very tired.

"Now you are bound to me, my sweet," he says. "If you take twice more of my essence you will become like me. Eternal."

You sleep in his arms, only awakened by the carriage arriving with a clatter of hooves on paving stones. You are in the courtyard of a large and imposing castle. You realize the blood has been carefully cleaned from your clothing and neck while you slept. You wonder how the task was accomplished. You feel unafraid as you sit up and part the curtain to better see the towers and walls of the castle surrounding you.

"Welcome to Castle Vlad," says Baron Vlad. He opens the carriage and you are greeted by a ghoulishly ugly man in an immaculat suit. He has a misshapen face and long, pointed ears. His skin is so pale that, like Vlad, it seems carved from soap. He smiles at you, revealing jagged yellow fangs.

"My brother, Heinrich," says Baron Vlad.

"Eeeth," the ghoul struggles with his tongue. "Pleathed to meet you, madam."

Before you can reply, a woman's voice calls from above.

"Husband, I require your company."

You look up and see a beautiful woman, seemingly young and slender, with white-blond hair smoothed back from her head and braided into a long tail. She wears a dramatic gown that hugs her figure like the leaves on the stem of a rose, culminating in her alabaster bosom, nearly bared, and her long neck and even shoulders. She is stunning and she looks very cross.

"I am afraid my wife, Alyssa, cannot be denied. Would you like to meet her or shall I have Heinrich show you to your room?"