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.
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