You follow them

You rush after the officer and the girl. The moment you step out of the cabin the world around you explodes. All your senses are saturated with information. The colors, the sounds, the smells, everything seems stronger.

You collapse against a wall closing your eyes trying to focus. You concentrate on the distant sound of the sea. You calm down. You open your eyes again. Instinctively you start sorting the large amount of information that your enhanced senses pick up.

The officer and the girl are out of sight but it is not a problem.

Following their respective scents, dead and horny for him, sweet and scared for her, you reach a door ajar.

You push it; behind the door, a small service room not unlike the one where you met your maker. The officer has pinned the girl to the wall holding her by the neck. Her feet dangle a few inches above the cold metallic floor. His other hand is on her mouth. He turns.

“Close the door behind you we wouldn’t want to be disturbed.”

You comply. He goes back to the girl pressing even more on her neck. Her eyes roll back.

“Undress her,” he says.

You comply again. Her clothes are soon piled up at her feet. Her perky breasts bounce in the air as she tries to free herself.

You can sense Harker’s desire. You release his throbbing member from his white fabric prison. Your fingers linger on it for a second pulling the skin back to reveal the glistening tip.

He shivers and smiles at you.

You can smell the fear of the girl growing, it is divine. You lick two of your fingers before burying them deeply into her vagina. Your soft touch and the rapid movements of your fingers soon produce a wet and hot reaction. She is ready to receive the vampire.

You grab him again and guide him in. He closes his eyes when his member is totally engulfed by the girl’s hungry pussy. He stays there for a moment, savoring the wet pressure on his dick.

“Ah,” he says to himself in his delicious English accent “eternity would be so tedious if it wasn’t for lust...”

He opens his eyes again and starts working the girl. You can only admire his technique. Your hand finds its way between your legs and your slowly start teasing yourself.

Harker releases her mouth and neck placing his hands over her hips lifting her up and down on his member. She does not cry nor complain, she is totally submitted to the pleasure. You slip between her and the wall. You push her hair to the side revealing her neck. The thin skin covering her pulsating vein cracks instantly under your fangs. The officer strikes on the other side of her head. You gorge on her thick blood.

She soon dies. Harker still fucking the lifeless body looks at you.

“Your turn now” he grunts.

He tosses her away. His member finds its way up your skirt. You pass your hands around his neck, wrap your ankles around his butt and let him possess you. His dick sweeps your chimney feeding your mind what seems to be an endless string of orgasms. Finally he explodes inside you. His orgasm is long and his seed abundant.

He gently puts you down. You stumble for a bit as you have never been ridden this hard.

“So Samantha, now that this matter has been settled, let’s get back to business…” he starts adjusting his uniform. “ The reason we are here is simple. We’re here to take ****, **** for the **** of our lord and master more than a century ago. For the last 120 years we have chased the family of his murderer…”

He goes on telling you the real story behind the Bram Stoker novel. Dracula had indeed been killed by Abraham Van Helsing after the events in London but despite what Stoker had said it had been impossible to save Mina as she had been already completely changed into the Lord’s new bride.

Harker, himself, had killed Van Helsing before he could do to Mina what he had done to Lucy and she had rewarded him with the gift of eternity. Under Mina’s rule they had chased all known relatives of the Dutch doctor, killing the last one in 1942 in a small town near Stalingrad.

But Mina thirst for **** had not been satisfied, she had felt that her mission was not finished yet. It had taken them nearly forty years to finally spot the hidden branch of the family. Sometime in the nineties they had stormed a small farm in Nebraska where the last of the Van Helsings had taken refuge. One of them though had managed to escape. A young girl, only six at the time, had slipped through their fingers disappearing completely from their radar. They had found her earlier this year at the Boston University. This little girl’s name was Nicole.

“And your task, my dear child is to bring her to our Mistress.” He finishes.

You smile, nod and exit the room.