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Just outside of Sheffield, England, 1806.
Growing up, you were raised to be prim and proper, not touching even a speck of dust. After all, you were born a dutchess, which automatically made you an object for politics and the wealthy upper class alike.
At the age of 15, you were married off to a count from Essex. He was slightly older than you, only about 16 on your wedding day. Neither of you wanted this union, he had a girlfriend in Spain (Allegedly the one of the princesses) and you were not attracted to any men yet. Your parents had purchased a manor for the two of you to begin your family in, but just before you could truly settle in, a plague ravaged the city, leaving it barren and your parents had died trying to protect your husband who had unfortunately also succumbed to the illness. You had thought it would be something like the black death, but it actually was smallpox, an up and coming disease that has threatened Europe for a couple of centuries before. Now, it's become an issue.
Your uncle Alfred, who was an Earl but also a doctor moved himself and his family into the manor to take care of you and give you the rest of your education.
A few years later, you're 19 and the smallpox epidemic is still raging on. This has made you religious, and you converted to catholicism a few months ago. You go to church every Sunday morning and Wednesday night. However, disease wasn't the only thing that was making people die at rapid rates..
There was a rumor going around that a monster that went by the name "Dracula" has been stalking your town. His prey seemed to be the old and the sick, but he's also killed girls you knew. They were all virgins, which you always found weird. There was a Romanian king that went under the same moniker, but you knew they had no connection. This beast was a new thing entirely. He stalks the night, which made it very dangerous for you to pray on Wednesday nights, but you had to make sure that God would keep your family safe.
One dark and rainy Wednesday night, you get your horse Pegasus ready to begin the journey towards the local catholic church. It was a little far and on a hilltop, but you were confident that you could make it in time.
Just as you were about to mount your steed, your uncle came rushing out.
" '.....'! Be careful! There are rumors that..."
Alfred starts but trails off as if he's afraid that someone or something would here. He decides to speak in a lower tone of voice, leaning in heavily to make sure so much as a sound doesn't escape the confines of your small created space.
"Dracula is out tonight.. He's in the woods mostly near his castle but.. He could be near the church too. Please, at least take this bulb of garlic if he does try and harm you."
He gives you the bulb and you pocket it, hopping on your steed.
"I'll be fine, uncle Alfred. Besides, vampires aren't real anyway!"
You say, trying to ease his nerves. Even though you know in the back of your mind that he's probably waiting to drain you dry in the woods. Giving Alfred one last glance, you ride off for the church to pray for the safety of yourself and your remaining family.
After about an hour of riding Pegasus through the forest, you finally arrive at the church. You dismount and head inside, making sure your coat covers the cleavage from your dress.
The candles flickered through the darkened church, casting an eerie glow upon the gothic style cathedral. You kneeled at the altar, clasping your hands and saying a prayer to the beautiful statue of Jesus on the cross. Everything seemed normal, just like every Wednesday, until..
Everything went dark. The candles all extinguished, the cathedral suddenly felt extremely cold as if death himself was coming to visit. You clutch you coat, shivering at the sudden frigidness that enveloped the grand room. The only light coming into the church was the massive streaks of lightning that pierced the night sky.
You take a few steps back, bumping into something hard and immovable that was covered in cloth. You felt a cold hand wrap around your wrist, and a voice suddenly spoke, cutting through the deafening silence in the cathedral.
"Hm, what do we have here? Why are you here, all alone? Aren't you afraid that monsters might come and get you?"
The voice whispers into your ear, making your skin crawl as you squirm in his grip.
"Who are you..?"
You ask, bracing yourself for the worst.
"Why.. I am Vlad Dracula Tepeş. Named after the ruler of wallachia himself, I.. took over after his untimely death. Nobody even noticed the switch. Took his name, his flesh, his blood, his empire.. Everything. Since I am immortal, I will be able to rule for centuries long after I end your small miserable life."
Dracula says, leaning in close to your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume that you dabbled onto your neck and breasts earlier.
"Don't eat me!"
You scream, shoving the bulb of garlic in his mouth hoping that he might have a severe reaction like most vampires do.
However, you quickly realize that your efforts are futile as Vlad slowly chews the garlic, tearing into the thin layer of skin that covers the herb. He moans in delight as he savors the rich flavor, his eyes glaze over in pure bliss.
"Mmh.. Is this roasted? Damn.. either way, this is absolutely delicious. Did you really think this could repell me? Why, I have a deep love for garlic actually. This isn't even a minor inconvenience."
He admits, using his other hand to grip your neck tightly, ready to snap it if you resisted.
"Now.. let me have a little sip of your blood. Be a good girl and let me have a tiny taste.."
Dracula says as leans in even closer, his fangs graze the delicate skin of your neck, threatening to pierce through it at any moment.
"N-No..!"
You cry out, decking him in the face and running out of the church towards your horse, Pegasus. It took a few seconds for Dracula to process what just happened, but when he finally realized, his face turned into pure rage.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH! ILL DRAIN YOUR BODY DRY AND LEAVE YOU AS A HUSK IN THE DIRTY WOODS!"
He reams, his voice booming in the empty cathedral as he runs after you with a supernatural speed.
You get on your horse and get him into a gallop, Pegasus whinnies in protest, but now is not a good time to fight.
"Pegasus, take us home! Dracula is coming for me.. Please Pegasus.. Run as fast as you can!"
You beg, kicking his rear end which spurs Pegasus into a gallop. You both ride quickly through the woods, desperate to make it back to the safety of your manor. However, you hear the sound of an angry screech not too far behind you and your body immediately reacts into a panic.
"Go faster, Pegasus! He's coming!"
Hearing your cries, your loyal steed takes pity for you and gallops even faster towards your manor, breaching the gate and running into the stables. You jump off and run into the backdoor that leads to your kitchen.
Your family was asleep, so you quietly ran up the stairs and into your bedroom. Feeling somewhat better, you changed out of your dress and put on your nightgown, ready to go to bed.
Suddenly, your bedroom window flew open to reveal Dracula standing there, he looked Very angry.
"You dare try and defy me? I will have your blood. Now that you've been so difficult, I have no choice but to drink every single last drop."
He sneers, walking closer to you step-by step. In a last ditch effort to protect yourself, you move away until the backs of your knees hit the bed.
“I’m too young to die! Can’t you go feed off of one of the old hags?”
You inquire, which surprises Dracula. He knew you would put up a fight, but he didn’t expect it to be one of wit.
“Oh, dear girl, if only it were that simple. I don’t just want you as my meal, which is why at first I only asked for a sip. I want you as my bride. You see.. I haven’t felt the affection of a woman for so long… I forgot what love feels like. It’s so lonely in my castle.. Won’t you please just.. cooperate? I promise, you will never have to want when you’re with me.”
Vlad explains, his tone seeming somber and pleading to try and manipulate you. In reality, he was lying through his teeth. If you married him, he wouldn’t even care less about you. He can’t. Not after Lisa. She was the only one he truly loved. The one he killed for. Oh the things he would do to get her back again..
You looked into his eyes and saw deep down that he was deceiving you. But.. you won’t tell him that.
“Fine. I’ll let you drink. But I won’t be your bride. I would rather die than Marry you.”
You quip, which pissed him off a little but he finally relented and grabbed your wrist.
He brought his lips up to your wrist and gently kissed the skin, making you feel slightly more at ease before nipping at it. It stung a little, but when he bit it then a whole new level of pain came crashing in. You tried blinking back tears and breathing heavier because it was so bad, Dracula didn’t care though. All he was concerned with is the blood he wanted. And if he wants something, then he’s gonna get it.
”O-Ow.. that hurts..”
You whimpered, trying to pull away from Dracula’s mouth. He quickly noticed and latched on harder, which really hurt. You squeaked a little, and he looked up at you in confusion and amusement. Finally getting what he needed, he pulled away, his fangs stained a nasty crimson with your blood.
”Fucking delicious.”
He mumbles, his eyes darkening with lust at the sight of you. He noticed that a couple buttons of your nightgown were undone, exposing your breasts. It made his cock twitch in his trousers a little, a sensation he hadn’t felt in a long time.
“Show me more. I want to see all of you.”
Vlad orders, keeping his eyes locked on your cleavage as he palms his growing erection.
You hesitate before reluctantly undoing your nightgown, the silky and soft fabric sliding off of your curves like water.
“Is this what you wanted..?”
Vlad thinks about your question and nods. He takes a moment to appreciate your body before pushing you gently onto the bed, which surprised you a lot.
“W-What are you doing?”
You ask nervously, which makes Dracula growl in contempt.
“What the fuck does it look like I’m doing? I’m in the preliminary stages of trying to make love to you. Now, are you going to behave or do I have to hypnotize you so you can make things easier for my.. entry?”
He mocks, you turn away in embarrassment and shame. You were a virgin through and through. Your husband never had sex with you, but before you got married your father’s friends always tried to proposition you. It’s a sick feeling you’ve always had, and now it’s came back in a more vicious form. This.. monster.. was going to have his way with you.. The very notion made you want to throw up all your stomach contents and die.
“I-I can’t.. I’m on my period.”
You used the age old excuse. It had worked on everyone else, so why can’t it work on Dracula? At least, that’s what you thought. However, Dracula was pleasantly surprised at this fact.
“That’s even better.”
Vlad purrs, his voice deep and husky, trying to suck you in and get you to do his bidding.
“Just hold still. Can you do that for me, dear?”
He requests, slowly sliding your panties down over your thighs. You nod and he spreads your legs apart. Blood coats the walls of your pussy, it would be a good lubricant if needed. Vlad leans down to your glistening folds and takes a slow lick, your blood was sweet and addictive, it was a dangerous vice that Dracula needed to be careful about.
”You taste so fucking good.. I could eat this cunt for days.”
Dracula moans against your pussy, the vibration tickling your clit a little which made you gasp.
“Please be gentle..”
You mewl, subtly grinding your pussy against his lips. Vlad grins and winks at you before going in and closing his lips around your clit. He suckles hard, which is a new sensation that makes you squirm. You close your thighs around his head, and in response he grips your hips somewhat tightly.
Dracula’s tongue delves into your pussy hole, lapping up your blood like a man starved. You moan and writhe as he makes you feel everything that you hadn’t before. He fucks you with his tongue, and he feels your walls flutter around the long muscle, indicating your impending orgasm. He pulls his tongue out and forces your legs apart even wider. You wail out in protest, your eyes gloss over in a dazed expression.
“I’m not letting you cum just yet. I want you to feel my cock inside of you first. Somebody needs to teach you that I will not be defied. And if that is by a good fucking.. then fine.”
Dracula says as he unzips his pants, his cock springing out, and oh fuck is he big.. That has to be at least 6 inches, not even counting the thickness of it.
He guides the weeping head towards your untouched hole, you tense up in anticipation, fearing the pain that might happen with a man of his size.
“Shh.. relax. If you tense up it’ll make things harder for you. You don’t want it to get stuck in there, so you?”
Vlad asked convincingly, which made you loosen up slightly. You look away in surrender, which made him chuckle.
"Don't worry. It won't hurt as long as you stay relaxed."
He reassures as he slides a little bit of his tip inside of you, he quickly found your hymen which seemed to have not been broken yet.
"Ah, nobody has been inside of you before, I can see why you were so hesitant."
Before he begins, he takes his fingers and wipes some of your blood all over his cock. It'll be better if he's at least somewhat lubricated. With one deep breath, he pushes through and sheathes himself inside of you. It felt impossibly tight, but boy did it feel good. Your walls gripped his cock like a velvet vise, and it felt like a silk caress all in the same time. He waited for you to adjust to his size, tears streamed down your cheeks as you struggled to take him in, but finally you nodded and he began to thrust.
At first, It was languid and shallow, it was almost boring with the lack of intensity. But slowly, it started to pick up, his cock began hitting your g-spot with every stroke, which made you fall closer to the very edge of your composure. Dracula begins to stroke at what isn't inside of you, gripping his spare inches like he's strangling a chicken or something.
"Fuck.. I can feel you getting close.."
He says, using his spare hand to rub at your clit again, which made your pussy walls spasm even harder around his pistoning dick. You arch your hips upwards to meet his thrusts, which allows him to get even deeper inside of you.
"I-I think I'm gonna.."
Before you could react, he spills himself inside of you. Rope after rope of pearly white cum floods the walls of your abused cunt, and you too eventually climax, releasing your own bodily fluid onto his now softening cock. Dracula collapses on your bed and pulls you beside him, nuzzling into your neck.
"Looks like you'll be my bride after all."
He whispers into your ear, and in a flash of anger and boldness, you stab him in the chest with a stake.
"Not on my fucking watch, you won't ever deceive me again, Dracula."
You say as you force the stake further into his heart.
"YOU BITCH!! I WILL COME BACK ONE DAY! AND ONCE I DO, YOU WILL BE MINE!"
Dracula screams as he slowly turns into dust, leaving you in your bed and the sun just on the horizon. Today was a new day, and the threat of Dracula was gone for now.
But you know in your heart, that he will return again. If not for you, it will be..
Your descendant.