Plans and Your Purpose

You nod wordlessly, you feel out of breath even though you know you have no need to breathe.

"This house is my prison, for the brides as well. But you and the other girl are different, you can leave - leave and spread our influence, our progeny." His body presses tighter against yours as he speaks. "I couldn't be sure if I would find someone to act in my stead, but you have exceeded my expectations. Your body accepted my power almost instantly, it is proof your birthright was to serve as my queen. To bring our kind to their rightful place as rulers of this world.".

Something about the glory of his plan makes you cum slightly. The fact that he has chosen you specifically as the one to enact his glorious plan is humbling, but empowering. The coffin lid opens and the two of you rise, Dracula putting his clothes back on. The brides reenter the room, a blissful Jenny is now dressed in a long, stark white dress. The brides walk towards you, another dress in hand. The three of them surround you and begin to dress you, underwear first and then the dress. It's not long before you're dressed in a long, beautiful gothic black dress, Jenny places a beautiful black tiara inlaid with glittering rubies on your head as the redheaded bride braids your hair. You step into a pair of high heels placed before you, completing your new ensemble.

"Go my love, spread our shadow across this city." Dracula's tone is commanding but gentle. You maintain your calm in spite of the knowledge that you will never again see your true love.

"Of course dear husband." You curtsy and kiss his hand before you leave, Jenny following dutifully behind you. As you leave the crypt the smell of blood practically assaults you, you can smell it from the succubus dungeon and the house above. You run your tongue over your fangs, your bloodlust is strong but you know it would be more prudent to look for a place to use as a lair.

"Mistress, should we...retrieve Allegra?" Jenny's tone is coy, clearly you're not the only one contemplating a desire to slake your thirst. You would be burning some of the precious time you have before the sun rises but you can imagine Allegra as one of your chief servants along with Jenny and the thought makes you moist.