Challenge 9: The Blood Countess (R)

WARNING: This contains highly offensive content. Because someone asked for Vampires :D A little over wordcount. I think I disturbed myself...

“The girls are here, Mistress.”
I smile, “Virgin?” I ask. One of the last ones wasnt. Her blood didn't work as well as the virgin ones.
“Yes Mistress. We took them younger this time. To be sure.”
I smile. “And my guests?” I ask.
“They are waiting for you in the parlor. I have arranged a carriage to take them home when your meeting is over.”
“Well done.” I reply. He truly is deserving. Perhaps I will ask my beloved to turn him. My lover does not like it when I play with males, so I don't. Just as he does not play with females because I don't like it. “Is there anything for my Lord?” I ask.
“Yes Mistress. I was not sure whether he would be joining you so I got something for him just in case.”
I smile again. I will definitely be talking to my beloved Lord. All of my favoured servants want the embrace of myself or my Lord. Immortality is not something to be given lightly. And the careless wold betray us with their stupidity. Eternal youth is a little harder. Well, it's harder for you to get younger than you were when you became one of us. It requires virgin blood. And I'm not just talking about drinking it. Bathing in blood is the most sensuous experience I know of. It is almost as good as sex with my beloved. Ah, but that will have to wait. I have annoying buisness to take care of.

“Countess.” They greet me. I nod.
“Gentlemen.” I respond. There are three of them. Pathetic mortal men. I long for the day when my lord will bathe in their blood, the soft and warm flow embracing his perfect body. I must stop thinking of this or I will not be able to contain myself. I sit. “What can I do for you gentlemen today?” I ask.
“Countess Bathory, it has come to our attention that young girls are going missing on our borders.” Begins one man.
“In my lands?” I ask, pretending to be appauled.
“No...” begins another
“Then why are you here?” I ask looking confused. “My lands are not missing anyone?” I ask.
“No Countess.” says the trusty servant.
“Countess, the only places missing people are the boarder towns of ours. Towns that boarder your own lands.” explains the third gentleman.
“So you have come to warn me that my lands might be next? How thoughtful.” I reply with a smile. “What are we doing about this?” I ask
“We are aware of our neighbours plight and have guarded our own towns with a man-at-arms for every young maiden in our boarder towns.” replies my trusty servant.
“That is what we are doing gentlemen, and it seems to be working. Perhaps you should do the same?” I suggest politely. “When you have tried that, if it still does not work, then you may return for more of my advice.” I tell them, rising from my seat and leaving.
“I will see you gentlemen out.” says the servant. And he will. He is very good like that.

He is coming. I can feel my beloveds approach like fire warming me to the core. “Master and Beloved.” I whisper. He is coming. The wolves in the forest beside my Castle feel his approach too they are singing in welcome. I enter my chamber, there is a girl, naked chained to the wall. A boy too. Someone else knows that my beloved approaches. I take off my gown, my maidservant approaches as I start unfastening, she is another that wishes for my embrace. Soon. Now I stand, naked awaiting the arrival of my beloved. I feel his hands on my breasts, I feel his skin firm and soft against mine. The maidservant and a manservant are placing the boy and girl on the hooks above the bath. “Come my beloved.” my Lord says as he guides me to the bath, we embrace and I feel him pressing agianst me, seeking entrance. Without looking I slash the throat of the girl above me, her blood pouring over me like an exuisite red blanket as the virgin blood arouses me as much as the touch of my beloved. As the blood of the boy joins the blood of the girl my beloved enters me. The rich blood of the virgins envelops me even as I envelop him in my velvet sheath. His body and mine, combined in bloody harmony the erotic sensation of the thick blood as it drips down my body and my beloved as he thrusts himself into me combine into a rush of ecstasy and passion. “My beloved Elizabeta.” he whispers. “My Lord Dracul.” I reply.

Challenge 1: The perfect Gentleman (R)

The first pair of fencers were finally winding up. He is next... He is an Olympic fencer, and today's bout means a lot to him. It is against his mentor and the man that he worshipped when he was younger. There he is, his mentor wears while, but he wears black as a tribute to the fact that today is also the anniversary of his father's death. His father was an amazing fencer and was his first teacher at the tender age of three. The crowd is ushered further back. The pointer or judge signals for them to begin, they salute each other and the crowd then take their pose. I notice that his clothes are a little too tight, allowing the crowd to see the definition of his well-muscled arms. Something will need to be done about that soon. But for now the females in the crowd admire the handsome younger fencer and his beautiful body. The match continues as the pair test each other's defence. Does the other man know how to counter this attack? Or this one? They are starting to sweat. It is much clearer on his mentor due to the white outfit. His only change is that the clothing now seems tighter as it sticks to his perfectly toned cheast as well as his arms. Finally he lays a blow on his mentor, a tiny slip. So small the crowd wasn't sure it was one until the point was awarded. Then there is a small applause and the match continues. He moves with grace still, though the match has been going far longer than his usual ones. His mentor is beginning to tire, or seeming to, but he knows not to believe this. He sees the signs that this is feigned, but he misses the purpose and a point is scored against him. Again the polite cheering of the crowd, quickly hushed. He knows this trick now. It will not work again. His mentor knows that. One more point and the match will be over. He tries a technique based on a move he saw on 'The Princess Bride'. This is new, he has been working on it for the last month. It works! His mentor is confused and the final point is scored! He has done it! The crowd cheers and the two fencers salute each other and remove their masks. His neatly cut black hair is held back with a headband which he removes. “Well done boy.” says his mentor. He smiles, no one but his mentor calls him a boy. “And to you sir.” he replies politely, ever the gentleman. His voice is that of an angel. “Lady,” he says bowing and he brings me to his side and we take our leave, to 'freshen up'.

The perfect gentleman leads me to our room. Here his perfect skin is revealed and the sweat makes him look like a Greek God. His mouth is the only part of him yet that lets on that he is not as calm and composed as he appears outside of his private rooms. Here he is as passionate and firey as any Italian or Spaniard. Here the perfect English gentleman does not need to be refined so he isn't. Here he shows the passion that lurks beneath the surface. “Beloved.” his voice whispers invoking the response he was looking for as passion meets passion. “Your devoted slave listens, Master and Beloved.” “Master is it?” he askes coyly. “All that I am is yours, now and forever, Master.” “Well then.” he whispers as he thrust gently yet firmly into her, claiming her as his own. Now and Forever.

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