I Never Want to See Her again

“I never want to see her again.”

Dracula stepped between Seraphine and me, blocking my view of her and reduced her to ashes. The **** was almost immediate; you could barely hear her squeal before only the smell of burnt ashes remained.

Dracula turned to me, his expression softening. He gently stroked my hair, his touch surprisingly comforting. He wiped away my tears and asked softly, “Is there anything I can do my dear?”

I thought of something that always brought me peace. “Can we look at the stars?”

Dracula smiled gently and led me to the rooftop, where a sophisticated telescope awaited. Maps of the sky, sheets, and blackboards with mathematical equations surrounded the telescope. But before we left, I glanced back at Erza, still lying **** on the floor. “Please, can you have Erza taken care of?” I asked, my voice trembling with concern.

Dracula’s expression darkened for a moment, **** to show any kindness to an enemy, but seeing the plea in my eyes, he sighed and nodded. “Very well. To make you happy, I will have her tended to.” He signaled to the servants, who immediately moved to escort Erza to be healed.

We proceeded to the rooftop, and Dracula positioned himself right behind me, guiding my hands with his to adjust the settings of the telescope. His close proximity made my heart race; I could feel his body pressing against mine through the thin linen of the white night dress, his hands firm yet gentle on mine.

“This is the JoyBoy galaxy,” he said softly, his voice a gentle rumble in my ear. “It’s one of the closest galaxies to our own.”

Dracula smiled, his hands guiding mine as we adjusted the telescope to a different part of the sky. When I lean forward to look into the telescope, I try not push my butt against too much, but it’s just so big it doesn’t even make a difference and Dracula does not have any second thoughts about leaning forward himself and enjoy the warmth of my body against his cold immortal vessel. “Astronomy has always fascinated me. The stars hold so many secrets.”

I found myself relaxing into his touch, finding there a strange comfort. “I love learning about the stars,” I confessed. “It feels like they connect us to something greater.”

“They do,” Dracula agreed, his breath cold on my neck. “They quite literally do. The influence of the stars affects magic, emotions and fate. I hope to one day decipher their nature so that I may decipher my own.”

We then moved to a desk cluttered with papers filled with complex calculations. Dracula gestured to them, his eyes reflecting a mixture of pride and curiosity. “These are my attempts to map out the movements of the stars,” he explained.

Intrigued, I took a closer look and deciphered the equations with ease. “I can help with this,” I said excitedly. “In my world, I learned about astronomy and mathematics.”

Dracula’s eyes lit up with interest. “So you’re saying you want to study the stars with me now?”

I retract myself, not wanting to say something that may give him the right idea. "Lord Dracula… I.."

"It’s alright dear, I know. Let’s just enjoy ourselves for tonight." He sat down and gestured for me to join him.

I sat down on his lap, feeling his strong hands rest on my thighs. My heart pounded, because I was excited to look at another kindred spirit’s work, or because I was growing fond of the way his body enveloped me like a second skin and made me feel safe?

As I examined the papers, I couldn’t help but wiggle my butt slightly in his lap, caught up in the thrill of discovery.

“Your calculations are impressive,” I said, my fingers tracing the equations. “But the discrepancies there are…”

Dracula’s grip on my thighs tightened slightly. “Yes, I can’t quite figure it out yet.”

"It seems you didn’t correct the stars’ position where light might have been bent."

"What do you mean by that?"

"You don’t know about gravitational lenses ?"

He just gives me a perplexed look.

"Let me show you."

Unable to control my excitement, I jumped from one paper to the next, my movements causing me to sit more firmly between his legs, my butt overflowing all over his crotch. At one point, I reached for a paper far across the desk, my upper body stretching out and my butt lifting higher. As I strained to grab it, I felt exposed and ****.

Dracula, noticing my struggle, used magic to lift the paper towards me. I sat back down on his lap abruptly, my butt dropping with all its weight. I blushed, realizing how close we were. “I should be more careful,” I murmured.

He smiled, guiding the paper directly to my hand with a gentle flick of his wrist. “It’s all right. Your enthusiasm is refreshing.”

“Thank you,” I said, a bit flustered. “Daddy—Dracula,” I corrected myself quickly, my cheeks heating up from the embarrassment.

Dracula chuckled softly. “No need to be embarrassed. You are my daughter now, after all. My little princess of the night."

"Princess of the night", I mumrmured repeating his words. It didn’t sound too bad. However, I was not completely comfortable with our closeness but didn’t dare to voice my opinion. Dracula sensed my **** and repositioned me to sit sideways on him. He could seize my waist and pull me closer to him while looking directly into my eyes. My breasts, unrestrained by any bra or tight clothing, overflowed from the dress onto his chest. A single snowflake fell on my cleavage.

Our lips got closer to each other, his other hand ran from my ass to my thigh, and through its course slit a thin wound from which blood dropped to highlight the feminine curves of my body that the vampire liked so much. “I barely brush your skin, and you bleed. This beautiful youthful body of yours," he holds my waist closer to him, I try to grab his shoulder and the back of his head to hold my balance but by doing so pull myself even more intimate with my abducter. More snowflakes fell and melted on my lips burning with excitement.

His hand leaves my thigh to fondle my breasts, unapologetically this time. I squeal as his hands knead my boobs like soft dough. It’s the first time, a man has ever held my breasts and I can’t help but squeal from the unexpected pleasure.

"Lord D-dracula, please stop…"

He continued to feel as the hand that was holding my waist slowly plunged between my legs. I tense up and reflexively hold my thighs close together to stop his hands from venturing deeper but the immortal delights himself from the crushing warmth of my thighs. "Your body and your face are like a flower. Beautiful, and dreamy, while you’re still young. But you will grow old, accumulate injuries, illnesses and wrinkles. I can turn you into an eternal jewel, a diamond that will shine bright forever if you would just accept becoming a vampire.” His hands stop pawing at me.

Snow accumulates on Dracula’s head but instantly melts into water dripping down the curves of my steaming body.

My heart pounded, the intensity of his gaze and touch making it difficult to think clearly. The closeness, the intimacy of his touch, and the seductive tone of his voice were overwhelming. I swallowed hard, trying to gather my thoughts still overwhelmed by the lust he awakened in me. I want him to keep making me feel this pleasure, under the watchful gaze of the stars. But am I willing to deny my humanity and my family for this?