Dreams of fur - chapter 6

This time, I'm standing on the uppermost tower of an ancient castle. I look at my hands. I sigh in relief, I'm a woman this time. I'm wearing a white nightgown.

I look at the void between the crenellation of tower, I step on the edge. Stop right there! I'm not afraid of heights but there's at least a hundred yards between the top of the tower and the bottom of the moat.

Lady, I said stop it! I take one more step and start falling. The ground is coming in my direction really quickly when suddenly everything blurs around me and I become blind.

Literally, I become blind. I can't see anymore but I can hear my surroundings. I flap my wings and fly into the night guiding myself with my sonar.

Okay, so first a man, now a fucking bat! These dreams are getting weirder every fucking night!

I fly towards a large building, south of the valley, beyond the village. I can hear the top of the trees passing below my little furry belly. I can hear the chimneys of the town pouring their black smoke into the cold winter night.

I finally arrive on the top of the building. I land on the roof and change back into the woman. I'm hungry and horny and there's nun on my menu tonight.

I penetrate the convent and walk its hallways. I end up in front of a small door, sister Mary sleeps behind it. I know it. How you ask. The hell if I know. I know that's all.

Careful not to wake her up, I enter the small cell. Beside her bed table and the rough stone bed, the place is pretty austere. I push her hair to a side and deposit a cold wet kiss on her forehead. She opens her eyes.

"Sister Rosa?" she asks in what sounds like Latin."What are you doing here? I thought you were back in Rome."

I think it's Latin, not sure.

"Sister Mary," I answer in maybe Latin too, "I never went to Rome. That was a lie the mother superior told all of you. I was given to the count so he would leave the town alone."

"The count?" She seems terrified now, "you mean Dracul?"

"Yes, the count Dracul, Vlad Tepesh," I answer. "my master..."

I gently comb her hair. I can feel her, shivering terrified in my arms. I run my hand along her neckline holding her head tight against my chest. She starts crying.

I shift positions ending up on top of my former friend, on top of the delicious morsel I'm going to take tonight. She continues crying silently as I've ordered her not to make a sound. Her trembling chest is soon freed from the rough fabric that imprisoned it.

I suck on her dark aureoles leaving a cold trail of saliva. I explore further down. Her belly is shaken by hiccups of fear. I leave my wet mark around her button, going further down, reaching the bushy carpet of her intimacy.

My fangs penetrate her skin just above her pelvis. She jolts in pain before falling back. The pleasure ravaging her, rushes into her blood, making it taste much sweeter.

I take my first victim. I can hear her scream of pleasure.