Sum: You were on vacation in Romania to reconnect to your roots, and as it started to rain, you stayed in an abandoned castle. Realizing you weren’t entirely alone. The Bride of Dracula had other plans.
Warnings: language, reader strapon, blood-sucking, light humping, sexual hypnosis
Word Count: 2,273
(Just for your FYI in Bram Stroker’s Dracula it doesn’t clearly say what are the brides names so I took from the name from the 2004 movie *Van Helsing*)
For the first time, you’ve never admitted this to yourself, but you were lost. You were alone in a foreign country and you were utterly lost. You landed in Romania to seek culture and reconnect to your Romanian roots. You took a back road off a trail, entering a ghost town. It was abandoned. Not a soul in sight. As you zipped your leather jacket to your chin, your Doc Martens scuffed on the cobblestone street. The breeze cut through you something fierce. “Brr!…Jesus Christ! I smell rain coming.” You couldn’t figure it out, but you always sensed rain was coming. To your surprise, it began to rain. Your boots squeaked as you ran to find shelter. Your laces somehow slipped in the mix of friction and downpour untying themselves. You tripped falling over a ledge and rolling into unchartered woods.
You groaned out feeling your array of keys attached to your jeans stab you in your hip. “Goddammit!” You rolled onto your back to see a sight to be seen. A castle stood taller than any building. Perhaps older than the United States. It took you a minute to process until you snapped out of it. Thinking. You were an idiot standing soaked in the rain. You knocked on the front door awaiting a response. You hit again but this time you pushed the door to find it was already open.
“Hello? Hello?” You coughed. “I’m sorry I just barged in like this. It’s piss pouring. outside…”You soon realized you were alone. However, the fireplace was lit in a blaze. Fresh timber was put out and a glass of something warm in a copper cup. You wouldn’t say it was coffee, perhaps tea. You lifted the cup to your lips, and you found it was tea but the taste was unfamiliar. It tastes delightfully sweet. Not an earl gray, it was nice. You finished the copper cup’s contents with a light airy feel. Drowsy-headed feeling. Your Docs stumbled under the wooden floors not entirely sure where you were headed. It was as though your mind knew where to go but your body was undecided. You peered down to see the fairly large set of stairs you climbed without knowing. “Uh oh…Hello? I-I” You stammered on trying to find life in this castle. Frankly, you wanted help. You kept saying there wasn’t something wrong with the tea, perhaps you got a chill and were coming down with a severe cold. You were outside yesterday in the rain as well. Maybe even pneumonia. You’ve never had pneumonia before, maybe this is the symptoms. This dizzy lightheaded feeling.
Your body bumped into an adjacent wall next to the stairs. Your body felt like you were floating. Floating into the next room open. It was a bedroom, dimly lit with an array of candles. A canopy bed awaited you. It seemed to have the softest pillows you’ve ever seen. It enticed you just to crawl in but this wasn’t your bed. It wasn’t your home. You halted like a drunk in the middle of the street. “H-hello?” Your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest. You finally heard footsteps coming behind you. They were light in their steps but they halted behind you.
“Lay down…” The voice growled in a soft tone. A feminine tone. You followed instructions. Swaying your body around the seemingly strange room. It's too silent for anyone. You were right, the pillows were soft as clouds. Your body sank into the bed. You’re eyes felt heavy as you drifted off. It was as though your mind forgot you were alone.
“Ești atât de frumoasă…si frumos…I cannot tell” The voice awoke you. You couldn’t move, not in fear, okay maybe fear. But, it wasn’t just that. It was like something was holding you down to the bed. Your boots were taken off which you remember not taking off. They sat on the edge of the bed along with your keys. The belt of your jeans too. The leather of your belt wrapped around your boots but the silver appeared to be gone. “W-where?” You yawned out finally being able to roll to your back. No one was there at first. Your eyes were fixated on your belt. “Silver…it hurts me.” A dark-haired woman appears from the curtain of the canopy bed. She was bejewelled with diamonds in her hair and diamond earrings. Dawning nothing but a white fabric covering her hips. “Oh, well I apologize for entering your home.” You watched as the woman cascaded around the canopy curtain to the foot of the bed. You noticed there were no mirrors, just candles burning bright leaving droplets of wax as the flames illuminated the bedroom.
“It is fine…I do crave company. Especially from a strong attractive woman such as yourself.” The woman bent down slithering her body over yours. Her breasts were bare as her eyes met yours. Her eyes were a mystery to you. They were strange in colour. Not a shade you’ve seen a normal person possess. “I am very pleased such a muscular woman sought shelter in my castle.” Her fingers traced your bicep as your arms sprawled out on the pillows. It bulged out of reflex as her nail dug into your skin. “W-who are you beautiful?”
“Names, they do not matter now. All I want is your bl-...beloved touch my dear. May I say you have quite treasures in that bag of yours.” The woman’s legs shifted, making her crotch press against the jeans of your thigh. You jolted feeling this mysterious woman was wearing nothing under the cloth wrapped around her waist. It just dawned on you that your backpack was missing also. Your whole life was in there. Even some things that all eyes shouldn’t see. However, who are you to say no to this gorgeous creature lying on top of you? Hell, you might not get another chance with such a hottie you thought.
“Well, would you like me to show you how my ‘treasures’ work?” Your hand reached out to the woman’s side. You were caressing her ribs with your onyx ring. You had more rings but they were silver, so you figured she took them off. You hoped they weren’t thrown out or destroyed. They were Chrome Hearts. “Oh no dear, not now that is. I just want you. All of you, Y/n.” She gritted her teeth.
How did she? You thought. Wait! My wallet, yeah!
“Now, now. If you want all me, and I want you. Since you know my name you should at least tell me yours. I would love to know whose name I’ll be moaning out tonight.” You teased sensing this is more than a gracious hostess. The woman bit her lip as she rolled her eyes back. “La dracu…fine. Verona. There. Now shut up and let me taste you.” Verona groaned, ripping all the buttons off your shirt. Her head tilted down, her tongue licked from your collarbone up to your neck as she met your gaze again.
Glazing her top lip with her tongue. Verona ducked her head, locking her lips to yours. Forcing you to intertwine both of your tongues together. Verona’s lips were a soft silk, her tongue was cold but she tasted sweet like the tea you previously had. Verona’s lips let go of yours starting at your neck. Trailing down pushing your black shirt off your shoulders. Tearing the fabric off your skin. Verona continued kissing your shoulder to your arm. Gliding her tongue down your arm. She smiled showing off a fairly sizeable set of canines before they clamped down on your wrist. You didn’t feel pain however, you couldn’t tell if it was the aftermath of the tea or if you were so enthralled in Verona all you felt was pleasurable senses.
You peered down to see your blood drain down your wrist. The long line dripped down your arm almost to your elbow. Verona’s eyes lit up at the sight. Her tongue escaped her mouth as it dragged across your skin lapping your blood. Verona’s moaned out as you eyed her throat swallowing. Verona’s body twitched on top of yours. Your thigh unconsciously pressed against Verona’s center. The fabric that held tightly around her waist untethered as it rolled off her skin onto the mattress. Her bare ass bucked in the candlelight. Verona peppered your slit wrist with kisses sopping up the remaining blood that didn’t dry up.
Your ears kept ringing. Cutting in and out of sound. Verona’s laughter chopped in your ears. You heard her voice say something but you didn’t respond. You couldn’t make it out. Your eyes were directed to a familiar feeling. A sticky feeling you are so accustomed to. Not from yourself, but from Verona. Her sweet dampness sticks to your thigh. You adjusted your thigh to connect your skin to Verona’s folds. Her laughter halted into a low moan. Her nails shakily traced over the little hole marks in your wrist. Your hands were free and able to grab onto Verona’s hips. Your hands pressed Verona’s cunt firm into your skin feeling every fold glide. Her body twitched. Your hand let go of one of Verona’s thighs to reach for your bag. It was little imagination at this point what you were looking for. Verona knew too, once your fingertips grazed the cloth of my backpack. Verona snatched my backpack dumping its contents. There fell out my possessions. A few feminine products, a passport and wallet, and a black draw-string bag that you suppose took too much space up in one backpack. That’s what you were looking for.
“This is not exciting enough for you?” Verona smirked a question, knowing she had already gone through it. “Oh darlin’, this is quite exciting but I wanna heat things up.” The drawstring was already opened, but its contents still moulded its thick shape in the bag. You grasped the bag by your fingertips and finally held it firm. You flipped Verona over on her back. The tiny diamonds on Verona’s earrings twinkle in the candlelight. The leather straps of your harness hoisted onto your hips effortlessly. Your purple plastic shaft perked up at the very sight of Verona as she spread her legs without hesitation. She smiled exposing her top teeth, the shining sharp canines showing prominently.
“Come, my love, let’s see what you can do.” Her arms reached out to you as you positioned your cock to Verona’s slit. Glistening in the candlelight, in all of her glory. For you. Only you. You lowered your chin parting your mouth to let your drool roll off your bottom lip, down your chin. Dripping down onto Verona’s already wet pussy. Verona squirmed whispering something in Romanian under her breath. You extended your arm out placing your palm flat beside Verona’s head. Your hand grasped your cock firm, slowly grazing Verona’s slit as a tease. She hummed as her hips bucked against you. You finally slipped your purple tip into Verona’s pussy. Her elongated nails gripped the white bedsheets piercing the sheets. Your hips began to push your cock deeper with a slick sound of Verona’s pussy. “Ah…more, more iubirea…” Verona’s breath was shallow as a moan escaped eruptly. Your hips moved back as your cock slid out. Her moans were choppy as she began to beg for you. “P-please…Y/n…f-fuck me.”
“As you wish.” Your hips bucked inward as your purple cock disappeared in Verona’s pussy, as fast as it slipped out. Your thrusts were in rhythm, pumping in and out without any friction. Even in the moment, you felt as though you felt her. Her pussy wrapped around your cock, the thrusts. You swore you felt every inch as far as you could go. The room’s temperature began to heaten, a thick smell of my cologne mixed with the scent of roses. You shook your head in an attempt to shake the feeling away, it was a sick feeling. It's not nauseating in a sense but more as if you were flustered. Verona arched her back rising herself to face me. You felt a bead of sweat roll off your forehead. Verona brushed the sweat away from your face, caressing your neck and trailing her hand to your shoulder. In one swoop Verona grabbed hold of your shoulders throwing you down onto the bed. Verona threw her hair over her shoulders, jumping back on top of you. Straddling back on your cock. It was as if my cock was made for her, it fit her perfectly. Her hands planted on your chest as her hips bucked. Bouncing down on your strap like it was nothing to her. The mixture of pleasure and neediness washed all over her face, and her head tilted back. “Oh-...f-fuck!” Verona groaned out as her nails dug into your collarbone. Her body jerked on top of you as though she wanted to create a hole in the mattress. “Y-yes…come my love! I’m going to..ah!” Verona mouthed out another word before her breath hitched, her thighs shook as she tried to lift herself off your cock. Her orgasm came quickly but not by surprise. The heat was coming off Verona, it rushed to her face. Turning her milky pale complexion turn red.
“Hmm…well that’s what you can do huh?” Her head bent down trailing little kisses along your neck to your ear. “I won’t kill you after all.”
Isn't it wonderful that we can give meaning to our own lives? Through love and creativity - trying to understand our Selves, another and the world we live in.
