Jaqueline Jorgonson, Bride of Dracula

Standing upon the roof of the building neighboring the condominium was Dracula, his new bride, and new ****. Immediately they watched the young couple walking to their own condo. In the light one could see the young woman’s blonde hair arranged attractively with a dark satin dress with a v-neckline that plunged to expose her cleavage. Her companion had dark hair swept back while oval-rimmed spectacles over his eyes.

“Does this suit you, Master?” Selina asked.

“Yes, Selina,” Vlad congratulated, eyeing the wife lewdly, “you did very well.”

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The happy giggles of the wealthy couple spoke volumes of their emotions this night; the way they flirted with each other as the husband would slyly reach into his wife’s dress to grope her. The way she would playfully become “offended” by his gesture. Neither of them knew how this would be their last moment of normalcy.

“Aaawe,” whined the husband playfully, “just 1 touch, Jaqueline.”

“Nope,” giggled Jaqueline, “Yooouu know what they say about too much touching, Michael.”

“Nooo, what do they say?” Michael questioned with a mischievous grin.

Just then a voice was heard by Jaqueline which caused her to stop and look around.

“Michael, did you hear that?” she asked nervously.

Her husband just gave her a look of mischief and decided to “play” along.

“Suuure, Honey,” chuckled Michael, “it was probably the aliens.”

“Shut up, I’m serious!” responded his wife sharply, as she continued to look around.

“Open the door! Invite me in!” demanded the voice.

It was a strange voice, it sounded foreign to her and while it was soothing, it frightened her.

“Now, don’t tell me you don’t hear that!” snapped the frightened woman.

“Calm down, Jaqueline,” Michael said, trying to soothe her.

Then the condo door was knocked on, scaring the nervous woman out of her mind; the fear caused her to grab her husband’s shirt shoulder. Michael immediately started toward the door but his wife kept insisting to let it be. What should have surprised him but did not was the naked, bearded man with a thick mustache and wine-red eyes seem to glow. Although, no one saw the 2 women off to the side.

Jaqueline however felt fear the moment she was this strange man’s eyes. Her fear gave her a state of mind, ripe for influence; the man smiled as his eyes glowed and slowly took hold of her cognitive functions.

“Now, my dear,” spoke the man, “Do you not have something to say to me?”

In a monotone voice Mrs. Jorgonson spoke, “Won’t you come in?”

Michael shot his wife an incredulous look, he could not for the life of him understand what had gotten into her. It was those 2 seconds that he needed to push the door fully open, knock out the husband, then command his new conquest as he offered her his hand, “Give me your name, my beauty!”

“Jaqu…eline…Jor…gonson,” spoke his quarry as she took his offer.

“Jaqueline, my dear.” He said, point to the 2 women at the door, “Don’t you have something to say to my companions?”

“Yes, come in,” was her reply, even though only 1 of the 2 needed an invitation.

The blonde woman though slipped right in behind her master while the beautiful dark-haired woman stood outside the door. She entered herself after Mrs. Jorgonson spoke her second invitation.

“So…what do you think of the Master, Holly?” inquired the dark-haired woman.

The blonde was bent over the **** male sprawled on the floor, “Hard to say, Selina, but the Master is strong.”

It would be a lie to say that Selina was not tempted by Michael’s blood but her Master had specifically forbidden it. He was for her new sister when she had risen and so she went in search of the bedroom.

“I am Dracula, Lord of the Undead,” said the home invader, “and now, Jaqueline, you are MINE!”

Just then he pulled her close and whispered in her ear, “Remove your garments, Jaqueline.”

She did as she was told, slipping it all off and onto the floor while Dracula watched her green eyes with his hypnotic gaze. When she stopped, there was nothing left on her bodice but pearl necklace around her slender neck. He then proceeded to capture her lips with his ice-cold as he pinned her to the wall, a part of Jaqueline wanted to fight but could not. Vlad took this woman as she shivered while her new lover started kissing down her breast and sank his upper fangs into the flesh. The first kiss would keep her obedient as he then started to slowly pleasure and touch her all over.

Jaqueline could see his large penis as it stood erect when he stepped back, she had gotten used to her husband’s penis of average length. That’s when it started as he lifted her with ease and sat her down on the love-seat’s armrest, he ravished all over.

“Now shall I show you, my Dear,” said Dracula with a smile, “why they called me Impaler.”

Jaqueline knew she belonged to this man as he had his way her and played her body like a master violinist. She enjoyed all this cold male-creature had to give and more, it did not take long for her to acknowledge him as her master. In fact, that was all that came from her lips with every thrust until released himself inside and allowed her fall backward limply as he held her, her head fell back. Her bare supple throat with it pulsing jugular vein was so tempting that he gave in and like his previous bride, sank his fangs into her **** neck. The piercing of her carotid artery felt like bliss to Jaqueline as he drained most of her blood. When he pulled his fangs out, he made sure she was still breathing and barely conscious.

“Drink my blood, Jaqueline,” he commanded.

Vlad then used the long nail on right index finger and cut open his left wrist only a little. He then pressed wound to her parted lips and felt her tongue lap up his ichor until his wound healed. She passed from exhaustion and blood loss. Once he was done with her, he pulled out penis from her and turned his attention toward Selina. It was time to “reward” her for finding this place.

“Holly, my ****, where is Selina?” Dracula questioned.

Holly stood up and led her master to the bedroom that Selina had been waiting, “She’s in here, Master…horny as hell.”

“Uh…Master?” spoke the ****, “Drinking your blood turns her into a vamp, right?”

“It’s vampyr, girl,” corrected Vlad, “but no, it only accelerates the change.”

“Accelerates?” asked Holly, not knowing her Master had chosen to ignore her.

The nosferatu smiled as walked through the door and found his luscious bride spread naked on the bed with her legs spread, eager for her Master’s rod. Dracula continued to grin as he closed the door as to allow them privacy and kill a few hours before Jaqueline’s change was complete.

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Every time she took a glance at her Master’s conquest and saw the punctures on the woman bare throat, she would subconsciously raise own hand to feel her throat where the wounds were still fresh. They stung a little since the Master was no longer feeding on her, this thinking of him and what he did earlier and what he was doing to Selina only made her desire Dracula more. The thought of what it would be like to be his living sex-toy led her to masturbate to the sounds of him and Selina.

Then there was the pain filled moans of someone on the floor which got Holly’s attention since she had been flipping through the TV channels and had settled on an infomercial. Bothered by the intrusion Michael got up off the floor visibly annoyed as he rubbed his sore jaw. Seeing mostly blurred objects around him until someone handed him what felt like glasses, his glasses. Positioning them on his face he saw an unfamiliar face of a woman. Then everything came back to him, he looked around for the naked man but all he heard was the sounds of sex.

The next thing that had crossed his mind was why was he hearing sexual sounds, the idea of Jaqueline and the intruder came but he dismissed it why would she cheat on him. He looked around and his heart sunk as he saw his wife, naked on the love seat with her legs spread and liquid leaking from her vagina. The woman from a second ago was sitting next to her with their remote control in hand.

“I see your trying to find the Master,” stated Holly with interest.

Here she was, a part of a home invasion and the “man of the house” had just woken up. The bespectacled man had approached her.

“Where is he?” Michael asked, trying to hold back a panic.

“Where’s who?” responded Holly, though she had an idea.

“You know who!” he snapped, and then began examining his wife.

He had no idea why her skin seemed so cold nor why it had become so ashen.

“Did it really take you this long to notice?” remarked Holly, “It won’t matter soon since you’ll probably be sucked dry by her.”

“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?” Michael cried.

“Jeez, calm down would ya,” she said, “I’m sure the Master will explain when he and Selina are done gettin' their freak on in yer bed.”

“Master?” the man questioned.

Then it sunk in, the bedroom, he took off for it only for Holly to tackle him.

“What are you doing?” she asked fearfully.

“I don’t care who this “master” you’re talking about is,” said Michael, “But I will get answers.”

“And answers you shall have, my friend,” said a foreign masculine voice from the open bedroom door.

“Master!” gasped Holly as she quickly bowed, there he was frightening and desirable all at the same time.

There he was, the man that had invaded his home, nude with the dark-haired woman at his side just as naked.

“Master?” questioned Michael.

“Allow me introduce myself,” said the nude man as he introduced himself, “I am Dracula, Lord of the Undead, I have no doubt you have heard of me.”

“Dracula?” continued Michael in disbelief, “As in Count Dracula?”

“Yes,” answered Vlad.

Michael just looked at him questioningly but did not want to anger him, the only thing that made sense was that he was some kind of escaped lunatic, possibly from Arkham. His facial expression spoke volumes however.

“I see you do not believe me,” analyzed the undead King, “No matter, you won’t live to see daybreak.”

Just then the pale body on the love-seat stirred, and a feminine moan escaped her lips. Her sounds caused Michael Jorgonson to turn and face his now undead wife. She stood up while supporting herself with her hand on the armrest.

“Jaqueline?” the dumbfounded husband asked.

The newly risen bride looked at him confused, then at her Master at whom she pulled her red lips into a smile with elongated canines. She scurried to him with renewed vigor by which she was received with an embrace.

“My love,” she told her Master.

“Welcome to eternity, sister,” said Selina.

“JAQUELINE!” Michael cried.

She turned to him and then to her Master.

“May I, Master?” the new bride inquired.

“But of course, Jaqueline,” replied Dracula with a sinister grin, “He is yours.”

Those once green irises were now a smoldering red as she stared at him hungrily.

“Let me help you sister,” offered Selina as she grabbed him and held him in position for Jaqueline to feed.

“Jaqueline?” he cried, his mind not wanting to accept the reality in front of him, “What did you to my wi—."

Next sound coming from his lips was of pure pleasure as the new bride had her first meal as she consumed the life of her husband. Holly however was observing how Selina’s eyes were now the same color as Dracula and Jaqueline.