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Chapter 8 by Syloren Syloren

Do you follow?

You are Drawn Within

The doors have shut behind the bride but you still follow them. As you reach them doors open almost automatically and you hear a woman moaning when you enter. A throne you don't remember from earlier dominates the center of the room, and there is the source of the cries. A nude blonde woman with the same deathly pale skin as you and the brides is sitting on someone's lap, her back turned to you. As she throws her head back to moan in ecstasy, revealing two glittering fangs, you realize the woman is Jenny. You always found her to be beautiful, but now you feel that same intense attraction from earlier. But as you approach it pales in comparison to what you feel next.

As you get closer you see the figure Jenny is sitting on is a man, and that she's not sitting so much as riding his erect member. He turns to look at you and smiles as he does, abruptly pushing Jenny away. You realize him as the same Dracula you saw earlier, and the feeling he inspires in you cannot be described. You feel as if serving his every whim is your every desire, as if your entire existence begins and ends with him. You almost want to melt away in embarrassment as he approaches you and grabs your chin, making you look up to him. Surely you cannot hope to measure up to his expectations.

"I'm sorry master, did I not please you? I can try again..." Jenny's voice sounds like that of a punished child.

"Silence! I am inspecting my newest bride." Dracula orders, and Jenny's head immediately turns to the ground like a shamed dog. Dracula continues to examine you with a critical eye and you feel ready to melt under it. "There's something more to you isn't there girl? Let's see if that impedes your ability to pleasure me.". Dracula sits back on the throne and motions towards his cock. Something compels you to disrobe, your surprisingly loose dress drops around your ankles. You've never been with anyone and all you can think of is hoping to please your master as you gingerly spread your folds as you approach. As you press onto his member euphoria erupts in your mind. You thrust onto him, trying your hardest to please the man who is now your everything.

Is he satisfied?

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