For Halloween this year, my wife and I decided to go to Romania to visit Dracula's castle. We were really into history and vampires so it felt like the perfect trip for us.
We stayed at a bed and breakfast on the outskirts of the city, in an area where the houses were quite far apart. The owner greeted us warmly when we arrived, loaded with our heavy luggage. He was a tall, burly man with a very attractive face and a manly brown beard.
"Welcome! You must be the Martins, correct?" He asked. He spoke English pretty good but with a very thick accent. We nodded. "I'm Vladimir but please, call me Vlad. I'll be your host."
My wife and I shared a knowing look. What were the odds of our host had the same name as the character Dracula was based on? We smiled and introduced ourselves. Then Vlad explained the rules and schedule of the house. He was very likable and smiled a lot. I didn't know if it was my impression but those smiles seemed to linger more in my direction. Apparently, Vlad lived on the ground floor and upstairs there were three rooms for the guests. We were the only ones staying there the next three nights so he gave us the biggest room.
Vlad made a gesture to follow him up the stairs and insisted on carrying our bags. He looked strong with muscular arms and a wide chest under his white shirt but our bags were very heavy. He picked them up like they weighed nothing, without showing any signs of struggle, and began to climb. I was behind him. He was wearing black tight leather pants that hugged his ass perfectly and it was right in front of my eyes. It'd been a long time since I noticed such a perfect ass in a man. It was kinda hot. That thought surprised me and I shook my head.
"This is your room!" Proclaimed the big man once at the door. "Don't doubt to ask anything you need. Since you're the only guests I can take really good care of you." He winked at me when he said that. I took it as a friendly gesture and didn't give it any more thought.
We entered our room and prepared to undo our bags. It was a fairly large room, decorated in a modern style, with a double bed against one wall and a huge horizontal mirror at its foot. Beside the door was a wide wooden cupboard and on the opposite side of the door was a large window that opened onto a small balcony overlooking the green countryside meadow.
Once we left our suitcases in the room, Vlad explained the house rules regarding noise and the breakfast and meal times. Once we understood everything, he said goodbye and told us he was going to cook dinner.
After unpacking our bags, we realized we were beat after travelling so we decided to go for a walk in the town and grab an early dinner so we could rest and be energized for the excursion tomorrow.
We had a lovely time and had a traditional dish that I couldn't pronounce that was delicious. We also drank a whole bottle of red wine and had been flirting through the dinner. We were very happy and giddy so when we enter the house we were being a bit more handsy than we usually were. Vlad was sat on a table that double as the reception counter, working on his computer. We locked eyes when I had my tongue inside my wife's mouth while her hand was fondling my crotch. He gave me a knowing smile and raised an eyebrow. I stopped the kiss abruptly, mortified. I stammered an apology, and my wife pulled her hands away from me as soon as she realized our host had caught us. Vlad laughed.
"That's the charm of the village. Blood calls blood and in this land blod is present and alive. It's not rare that the night makes the blood boil with excitement. You know, blood is life and passion. It runs through our bodies to give us substance. It goes where it's needed. To our head, when we need to think fast. To our face, to show embarrassment." he pointed at my wife to make his point. He was reciting his words like an old poem. It was a little weird but the softness of his voice and the depth of his eyes made it almost hypnotic. "To our stomach when we're hungry. And somewhere else when we're exited." He gave me a naughty smile as he looked at the silhouette of my bricked dick in my pants. "Here, blood is sacred and one should neither ignore nor oppose its needs. Never be ashamed for following your blood as it is our nature and our destiny."
My wife and I were both speechless with our mouths open. I almost had the need to applaud after that monologue but before we could say anything, Vlad said goodnight and continued with his work on the computer. The last look that he gave me sent shivers down my spine. There was something about that man that kept me uneasy but intrigued at the same time. Also, he seemed to linger his sight on me more than on my wife.
We went up to our room and once inside we started making out like teenagers again. What our host said was true; I felt something in my blood that stirred my most basic passions. We disrobed eachother eagerly and when we were down to our underwear..
"Wait. Bathroom." She said and then ran to through the door, leaving me alone in the bedroom tenting my boxers.
Even though the sudden stop bothered me, it made me realise that I needed to go to so when she came out, I went in after a quick kiss.
"Don't take too long," she said as she stretched out sensually on the bed.
I didn't took long, but when I came out already naked, she had fallen asleep and was lying unconscious on the sheets, breathing softly. I was so horny I almos went and woke her but my good husband side won and I decided to rub one out by her side.
As I approached the bed, I realized the door to the balcony was open. I was sure we hadn't opened it and a chilling sensation ran down my spine. I went to close it very slowly and carefully when a gust of wind made the curtains move and I saw a figure outside, looking directly at me. I wanted to run, to scream, to wake up my poor unknowing wife, but I couldn't. As soon as his eyes made contact with mine, I was paralyzed. The presence took a step closer and I could tell that he was completely naked. He was more than two meters tall. A thin layer of light hair covered his pale skin which appears to glow bathed in moonlight. Muscular. Strong arms, thick thighs and wide chest. An impossibly huge cock dangled between his legs. He had an attractive manly face with a full dark beard. A penetrating gaze and very dark eyes were piercing into my soul. It was Vlad, our host. Suddenly, all the strange looks that I had caught, the friendly smiles, the flirty winks, changed their meaning. He wanted me. I could see it in his eyes. A thirst. A lust. The calling of the blood that he had told us about. I heard him speak. No. I didn't hear him, but his voice was in my mind as clear as the moon in the sky.
"You look delicious, Mr. Martin." His mouth didn't open. Hi looked me up and down, enjoying my naked body. His lips only moved to form a sinister smile. "I can finally have you. Don't try to fight it. You're under my control." I was shivering in fear. I looked at my wife, still sleeping in bed. His chest, moving slowly. "Don't worry about her. She is in a deep deep sleep from which only I can awaken her. I needed her out of the picture so you and I could have a moment."
He walked slowly, almost as if he were floating, and covered the distance between us. I still couldn't move, rooted to the spot in the middle of the room. My gaze remained fixed on his. He was so close I could smell him. It was sweet and metallic, with a hint of fennel. I couldn't move because of his spell but even without it, I would be petrified by terror. Even so, I couldn't help but admire the beauty of the man before me. It was very similar to that of a panther about to attack: dangerous, deadly, and elegant.
"You can touch me if you want", said Vlad.
My hand rose and rested on his chest. I couldn't tell if it was a voluntary movement or if her words compelled me to do it. Did I really want to caress that skin, white and gleaming like alabaster? I had never been interested in men in that way, but there was something magnetic and intriguing about him that awakened a feeling of curiosity mixed with risk and excitement, which diminished my uneasiness.
His skin was cold. Very cold. Colder than it should've been after standing outside naked. His hair tickled my fingertips and I could feel his muscles contract. I pressed my palm over his left pec and my blood froze. I opened my eyes with terror. He smiled, grabbed my shoulders and spun me around so my back pressed firmly against his chest. That convinced me that what I had noticed before was real. I felt my heart racing in my chest, but I didn't feel his heartbeat in his. He spoke in my ear.
"Finally, you understand! Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want to feel you." His hands roamed my torso. "To enjoy your body." He brought his hand to my crotch and circled my erection with his fingers. I didn't understand how I could be that excited in this situation. "To taste you." He exhaled this last word.
He kissed my earlobe and I moaned with delight. His cold fingers were flickering my hard nipples sending waves of pleasure through my body. I felt his cock go hard against my ass cheeks. I was enjoying every sensation but at the same time, I felt conflicted by the fact that I was enjoying being touched like that by a man. My rational side was telling me to run away, even though my body wouldn't respond. That man, if he could be called that, was dangerous and I was letting him caress my naked body. Another part of me, one buried deep in my subconscious, was simply telling me to let myself go and enjoy it. He was making me feel something that I didn't know I craved. Meanwhile, my poor wife was still sleeping peacefully just a few feet away from us, and a feeling of guilt lingered in my mind.
I felt his hands on my dick again. He began a tender masturbation at the same time as he grinded his hard stake up and down my ass crack, rubbing my hole and making me moan. He was kissing my neck passionately when I felt a slight prick. I opened my eyes again and looked in the mirror, where I found my reflection looking back at me, alone. Another wave of fear and reassurance ran through my body when I found out that Vlad's image wasn't reflected in the mirror. I felt him sucking on my neck but on the silver surface only two small red dots over my yugular were proof that he was there. Everything was so intimate, so erotic. My dick was hard as steel and producing precum nonstop. He stopped sucking my neck, licked my wound and made a satisfied sigh.
"Ahhh, delicious. You tourists are so sweet."
He kissed my neck and continued kissing my back, going down as he kneeled. I felt how he departed my glutes and his icy tongue lapped the rim of my hole. My eyes rolled back and I concentrated on that amazing feeling and forgot about the rest of the world. He ate my ass for a long time but when he stopped I protested with a quiet whimper because I didn't want it to stop. He got up and turned me around to face him. He kissed me on the forehead and then gave me a deep passionate kiss on my lips. I opened my mouth and let his tongue slip in. To this day, I don't know if I did it voluntarily. I tasted my ass juices and the faint rests of my blood lingering on his tongue as we made out like horny teenagers. The viril man stopped the kiss and threw me on the bed where my wife was still asleep. He grabbed my ankles and bent my legs over my chest, folding my body to give him access to my hole at the same time as he watched my face. He placed his cock head on my entrance and pushed his hips slowly, never breaking eye contact with me. I felt how a hard throbbing cock entered me for the first time. Every vein was making an imprint in my memory and my ass walls. Once he was balls deep, I left a quiet moan and he smiled showing me his sharp fangs. Then, all the tenderness he had shown me disappeared and he began a brutal assault on my asshole. He fucked me like I've never seen anyone fuck. He moves his hips with rhythm and precision to hit my prostate every time he drilled me. I'd never felt so much pleasure. The strength he showed was otherworldly and the stamina... He never grunted or breathed heavy. It seemed like he couldn't get tired. The bed moved and made noises so loud that I thanked nobody else was in the house and that it was so secluded. I knew my wife was still sleeping on the other side but I didn't dare to look in her direction. I only had eyes for him. He kept fucking and fucking, fixing his gaze on mine. Suddenly, I began to feel the beginning of my impending orgasm. He must've seen it in my face because he learned forward and sank his teeth in my neck again. The acute, sharp pain only increased the pleasure I felt at that moment, and my mind went blank. Wave after wave of bliss, went through my body as my muscles spasm and I came between our bodies without touching my dick. The world around me disappeared as I drifted into weird dreams.
In the morning, I woke up covered in sweat. I remembered everything but as if it had happened to someone else. I looked at my side and saw my beautiful wife calmly sleeping. I felt guilty again for my inability to stop what happened the night before. I moved her hair away from her face to kiss her cheek, and then I saw with surprise two small red marks on her neck.
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