The Countess

"I hope you are not too uncomfortable, Mr. Talbot?" The Countess tightened the manacles. William struggled in his bonds, but there was no way out. He was chained naked to the dungeon floor. Countess Zaleska straddled his body, squeezing him between her powerful thighs. Her long, filed nails raked his naked chest, and William threw his head back and howled. The Countess clucked her tongue. "Very good, Mr. Talbot. I hope you realized this wasn't going to be an ordinary roll in the hay? I have very rarified taste in men. Actually, you're a bit...scruffy, for me. But we can make an exception, since you're such a rare vintage."

Why the hell did I agree to this, William thought? I don't even like her. He'd looked into her eyes for too long. Even now, whenever her strange gray eyes caught his, agonizing lust flared up inside him. The Countess' large breasts strained against her corset. She cupped them with both hands, massaging around and around while William thrashed under her. She was naked except for the corset, and William's erection throbbed against her. The flesh of her bare thighs was white as marble and just as unyielding. She circled a thumb and finger around his shaft and stroked him. William bit his lip. Her cold, cold lips kissed his neck and shoulders before trailing down his chest and across the hard muscles of his abdomen. The stone floor felt gritty under his back.

The Countess' lips and tongue wrapped around William's cock. Her sharp teeth grazed him and he gasped, waiting for the pain of the bite...but it didn't come. She milked his cock with her luscious lips before sliding him down the back of her throat. Tingling pleasure swam through his loins as she firmly, intently fucked him with her salacious mouth. By the time she finished gulping him down he no longer felt agitated. When the Countess climbed back on top William regarded her with the adoration of a loyal hound. She smiled. "Now aren't you glad you agreed to spend the night with me?"

William nodded.

"I am too," the Countess continued. "Let me show you why." When she smiled again William glimpsed the pearly white sting of her fangs, and then she darted for his throat while William let loose a strangled cry--

And woke up in a tangle of bed sheets, drenched in sweat. He stumbled, naked, across the tiny bedroom at the top of the tower and threw open the window. Morning had crept over the crumbling remains of the castle. My God, he thought, what a nightmare.

He went to the mirror, razor in hand, but stopped midway through the first stroke of his shave. In the dim morning light it looked as it there were two angry red marks on the side of his neck. Almost like...

He shook his head. No, he thought, impossible. Ignoring the pain of the bite, he got on with his day.