The Brides Ask for Your Seed

As the relentless march of time continued, you delved deeper into the enigmatic pasts of your three ghoulish lovers.

The first bride, Verona, was adorned with long, flowing ebony hair. She had once been a graceful Romanian noblewoman, transformed by Dracula's dark embrace during the medieval epoch. She tenderly calls you husband, her love for you reminiscent of the passion she had held for the Count. Verona's beauty is alluring and bewitching, her porcelain skin set against the sleek, inky darkness of her hair, while her eyes, a captivating icy blue, hold a hint of sorrow.

The second bride, Marishka, boasted golden tresses that framed her beguiling visage. In her human days, she had been a sexually promiscuous dancing girl, irresistibly drawn to Dracula's sinister charm. She teasingly refers to you as her master, her infatuation with you driven more by carnal desires than amorous sentiment. Marishka's beauty is entrancing and tantalizing, her fair complexion complemented by her cascading sun-kissed locks and sultry brown eyes.

The youngest of the trio, Aleera, bore the appearance of a radiant, entrancing, and comely young woman with auburn-copper hair. Of all the brides, she exhibited the greatest deference to you, unabashedly addressing you as "Master" and "Lord" in both direct discourse and reference to you.

"A vampire may satiate her thirst by partaking in human blood, or through the essence of a man," Verona confided in you.

With a flirtatious gleam in her eye, Marishka added, "This signifies that our need for blood could be abated if you were to fulfill our sexual desires as a lover."

In a tone of humble reverence, Aleera uttered, "It would be a privilege to serve you sexually, master."