by Ana Calin
“Do you want to be special to me, Vlad?”
He bites his blood-red lower lip, but not hard enough to pierce it.
“I do. Because.” He cups my head, his hand a shovel compared to it, and keeps me close to his face. By God, his scent of man and metal makes me horny, causing me to squirm with my naked pussy over his belt. “Because I haven’t had a woman in a very long time. If I am to enter you, I will feel as if I’m a virgin myself.”
I freeze, staring at him.
“No, don’t get me wrong, I know what to do and how to do it to give you a pleasurable experience.” His voice goes deep, dark, hypnotizing me. “But I want to feel that you desire me, not that you’d do it with just any man who’s immune to your curse. I want to feel that you desire me, Lord Dracula, Prince of Blood. Me, Vlad Basarab.”
Hypnotized, I let my fingers trace the hard contours of his face—the edgy cheekbones, the strong jaw.
“You’re incredible,” I whisper, eyeing him shamelessly. “So beautiful that it hurts to look at you.”
“Don’t be deceived, Rux,” he whispers, lost in my eyes as well. “I am a vampire who will lure you in to take your blood. A monster, that’s what I am behind this mask. But don’t be afraid. I will only take a little, just enough to get me through tomorrow. You won’t even know it happened.”
I lean into his mouth and kiss him softly. “Make me come, Lord Dracula,” I whisper against his mouth. “Show me what love between a man and a woman is supposed to feel like.”
“Love,” he breathes, offering his mouth for soft kisses, talking between my pecks, our lips peeling lovingly off each other only to touch again. “We hardly know one another enough to call it love.”
Kissing him, I start working on his belt and his fly. “Isn’t love when you feel it most intensely?” I whisper against his mouth.
“Most people would argue that you need years before you can—”
“Yes, wait so long until it’s gone. Why not call it out to the four winds, and live it out while you feel it strongest?”
He searches my eyes. “You’re a wise young woman, Lady Ruxandra Len. But reality might be a little more complicated than that.”
“Then let me just imagine you’re falling in love with me as relentlessly as I’m falling for you, right this moment.”
That stuns him, his jaw slackening.
I smile and reach greedily inside his pants. I grab his cock, amazed and terrified at the same time—the thing is humongous, it feels like a cop’s baton in my hand, but what delights me most is the look of ecstasy on his face.
His eyes, blacker by the second, stare into mine with barely contained hunger. He could eat me alive right now, I can tell by the way his features lock. His cock is hard, hard for me, and that sends waves of pleasure through my body.
He caresses my arms, leaving a trail of pleasure in his wake, and his blood-red lips, hot and wet, touch the skin on my throat. My God, the sensation! He goes down, kissing me to the base of my neck, then brushing a strand of hair off my shoulder and kissing me lightly behind my ear. His entire body flexes, letting me know he desires to do more with my neck, much more, but he refrains.
“You like this?” he whispers.
I nod and moan with my lips parted. I’m all sensation, all need between my legs, my nipples growing hard.
“It feels good,” I slur, beginning to undulate my hips against the wrist of my own hand this time, my palm wrapped around his cock inside his pants. Dracula breathes in, moving slightly into my grasp, taken with desire.
“You’re so beautiful, Rux,” he slurs darkly. He ogles me all over, frowning and clenching his jaw as if he’s about to snap and tear into me with his vampire fangs. But then why aren’t I afraid?
“Are you hypnotizing me, milord?” I inquire sweetly.
“Yes. It’s like anesthesia.”
“Anesthesia for what?”
“Losing your virginity can be painful before it’s pleasurable. Especially when you lose it to a man who’s too large for you.”
He cups my breasts gently, as if they’re made of porcelain, my skin pebbling under his touch. He stares at them fascinated.
“The most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen,” he lets out darkly. I grin, satisfied.
“It is a great compliment, coming from a man who surely saw hundreds of naked women.”
“None like you. None so pure and sweet and devastating.”
“Now you’re just being charming.” But, God, how I want to believe him.
“I’m telling you the truth.” He lets out a groan, and closes his mouth greedily on my nipple.
I lean my head back and push my chest into his mouth, one hand wrapping tighter around his cock, the other sinking in his hair. God, how I want this dangerous creature inside of me, how I want to feel that monster of a cock push against my virginity. Making me scream for him. Making me bleed for him.
Dracula opens his mouth wider over my breast, ravenous for more than just my nipple, and starts licking and suckling until, finally, he bites. His fangs only slash the skin right by my nipple, enough for a small trail of blood to seep into his mouth. Like he said, I barely feel it.
My head swims with his power, as if dark murk has soaked my brain. But then he stiffens and bucks, like a man convulsing from poison, pain or too much pleasure.
The world swirls around me as Vlad throws me on the bed, the mattress wobbling with me. A cold breeze envelops me from the rapid movement, and it takes a few moments until I’m back to myself. Sitting up on the bed with a hand at my temple, I see him flash to the fireplace, his large frame a shadow against the fire now surging and roaring. The room is hot as hell, and I’m sure whatever is happening inside of him is causing that.
I get off the bed, losing balance. I grab the bedpost to steady myself, realizing I must still be under his hypnotic influence, then I manage to walk to him.
He stands in front of the fire, and once I get a view of his profile I realize he’s struggling. The fire plays in his eyes, the white skin stretching like a veil of ivory over his cruel bones.
“I can’t do this, Rux,” he whispers. “It’s going to kill you.”
Blood begins trickling from the corner of his mouth. My blood, but it doesn’t scare me. I’m recovering from the dizziness, but even if he’s lifting the veil of his power off me, I’m still horny as hell. I’m naked, my hair wild around me, while Dracula stands tall facing the fire, the perfect dusting of hair on his pectorals glowing in the firelight. I want to feel that hair between my fingers.
I take his hand. “Please, look at me.”
He turns slowly, keeping his eyes down. One glance at his crotch betrays his mighty erection, his rod sticking out from his fly. My breath catches. He’s big and veined like that huge dildo my desk mate Livy showed me in high school. It was her aunt’s. We wondered if there were men with dicks as big, a fact we both doubted. Now I know for a fact there are men like that, and Lord Dracula is one of them.
“Look at me, please,” I manage.
“I can’t. I’ll attack you.” There’s danger in his voice that gives me the chills, but I fight against it. I won’t let fear come between us, not now that we got so far.
I grab his hand tighter in both of mine, making to bring it to my chest, but something cuts me. I let go with a hiss, only to realize that claws have grown in the place of his fingernails, his entire hand big and knotty like an animal’s.
“I’m transforming into a monster, Rux.” His voice is changing too, from the deep and dark voice of the beautiful prince into the grating rumble of an animal.
All my instincts fire up, telling me to run away, because I’m facing a blood-thirsty beast that’s almost out of control, and hungry for my blood. But my feet seem moored in the floor.
The need to see him in his vampire form clouds my judgment, even though the blood freezes in my veins as I watch him become a monster.
The bones with his evil-arched eyebrows protrude from his forehea
d, his cheekbones edgy and cutting and protruding as well, making him look like one of those monsters from renaissance paintings. His eyeballs are now entirely black, with thin streaks of blood like red lightning. The only thing that’s left of the beautiful prince’s face is his blood-red lips, but they’re not enough to still the anxiety that now widens my eyes.
Vlad Dracula bares his fangs, hissing, but despite the fear that courses like showers of ice down my back, I don’t even take a step of distance from him. I simply stare at this face in fascination.
“If your demon can protect you,” he murmurs darkly, “now is a damn good time for him to do it. Or you run out that door and hide until sunrise. I don’t know how long I can still control myself.”
I swallow the lump in my throat, forcing myself to keep my eyes on him. My brain is still frozen, and I don’t actively think of anything, but movement at my side draws my attention. I look, and there we are.
Our shadows against the bed. Only that they’re not standing face to face like we are now, one huge and one small, but his shadow pushes mine to the floor, its head merging with my throat, and his body sliding on mine.
“If the rest of your legend is true,” I whisper. “Then your shadow doesn’t show what you’re actually doing, but what you want to do.”
I look at him again. His eyes shimmer dangerously in the firelight.
“Run, Ruxandra.”
An idea comes to me, and I smile cunningly. I take one step closer, so close that my nose would touch his chest if I weren’t looking up at him. I’m standing naked in front of this monster that exudes power, his hard cock sticking out of his pants.
“No,” I whisper, touching his manhood with my fingers, stroking lightly.
Need and danger lock his now exaggerated features, but I’m hornier more than I’m scared. None of all the erotic movies I’ve watched ever made me feel this way.
“You want to fuck me, Vlad,” I say wantonly. “Hard. That’s what I want as well.”
“Please, just get out of here.” The knuckles show on his large fists, and I wonder whether his claws pierce his own flesh.
“No.” I wrap my hand around his manhood, and the streaks of blood fire up in his eyes, his entire body flexing. “Let me remind you that I’m powerful as well, Vlad. The demon might not intervene, because it can’t or because it won’t, but I’m pretty sure I can protect myself.”
“Don’t be a fool. I’m the most dangerous creature in the world, you’re no match for me.”
“I won’t turn away from you, Vlad.” I come down to my knees, slowly. Vlad’s engorged cock twitches in my hand, like a big baton turned to concrete with need.
“What are you doing?”
“Hush.” I stick out my tongue and touch the crest, making him flinch and hiss.
“Woman, just—”
I take the whole crest in my mouth, closing around it, feeling its hard edges against the back of my lips. Dracula hisses hard, his face melting back into that of my beautiful vampire prince as he pushes his cock deeper into my mouth, frowning down at me as if he’s irresistibly drawn to the sight of me on my knees. I slide as far as I can down his shaft, but I can’t possibly take all of him into my mouth, not without choking, and I want to enjoy this.
I reach into his fly and cup his balls, feeling the soft ridged skin on my fingers, and reveling in it. I’m actually fondling a man’s jewels, and that man is the great Vlad Dracula. The realization makes me cream so hard that I smear my own calves.
Vlad bares his teeth, clenching his jaw, and tries to pull away, but I grab his balls harder, forcing him to stay. I free my mouth enough to tell him,
“You’ve already taken my blood, dark prince. Now it’s your turn to keep your part of the deal—you will be my lover tonight.”
Fuck, it feels sexy, kneeling naked in front of this mighty prince of darkness, while he stares down at me with his pants open, his leather belt with the metal buckle clinking as I resume sucking him as hard as I can.
He sinks both his large hands into my hair, and pushes into my mouth, growling, his legs flexing, my breasts swaying from his thrusts. His knees buck, and he pulls away when he’s close to coming. He cups his cock, now steps away from me, staring at me with a strained face as if the imminent pleasure is too much for him to bear.
“Fuck, woman,” he growls as his seed pours out, but he stops the process, his face scrunching. “Don’t make me do this to you.”
Damn it, even though he’s almost crazed with desire, he can still hold back. I lean back on the blanket he spread on the floor earlier—probably having intended to sleep on the floor tonight—and open my legs for him. I’m beyond caring whether I’m perfectly groomed. I have a thin bush, and I’m heavily creamed, but by the way he stares at my entrance I’m pretty sure he wants to thrust into me like a mad man.
Propping myself on an elbow and giving him a full view of me, I push one hand between my legs and slide two fingers between my folds, parting them for him.
“God,” he rasps, his hand white-knuckling his cock that’s going red with need.
“Come on, Vlad,” I say as seductively as I can, sliding my fingers through my juice, my large breasts swaying as I do it, completing the image I wanted to create for him. “You have a woman dying to have you. A virgin, naked and vulnerable at your feet. I never wanted a man before, not the way I want you.”
“Oh, fuck.” He lunges himself at me, pushing his pants down, his erection springing fully free. He basically throws himself over me, but stops on his elbows, his face right above mine. Desire burns in his eyes.
“I’ll be gentle with you,” he says through his teeth, everything in his face making it clear it’s a struggle to keep himself from taking me roughly. “But know that I want to fuck you so hard that in the end you’d black out.”
His pushes my legs open wider with his muscular thighs, and his cock finally touches my entrance. I lean my head back as I feel his hard manhood pushing between my folds, parting my walls and nudging my virginity. I flinch when he presses harder, causing it to snap. I saw in movies it usually takes a man a few thrusts to make it through, but I guess being Dracula all it takes is a push.
Then, groaning, his eyes hooded as if he’s losing it, he pushes deeper. He parts my walls so painfully that I bare my teeth, my head back, my chest pushing up to him. He buries his face in my breasts, groaning and licking and kissing like he’s losing his mind, while thrusting inside of me, causing me to shift up and down, the blanket scraping my back.
Soon he’s all in, my walls apart. I feel him so deep that even my backside hurts, but I welcome the sensation. While Vlad slams into me, harder and harder, the sight of him blurs. I bounce hard up and down, but I’m more lucid than I thought I’d be.
“Does it hurt?” He’s breathless, but I know it’s not the strain. It’s the pleasure, and possibly the struggle not to come too quickly.
“No,” I lie. But he knows.
He slides a hand under my back, lifting me up on his thighs as he sits back on his ankles. Now I’m on top of him, but he’s still in control, guiding me from behind to meet his grinding. One finger slips between the cheeks of my butt, pressing lightly against my hole. My clitoris now sliding on his crotch, his finger in my butt and his cock deep inside my pussy, pleasure builds strongly inside of me. But there is one spot, somewhere deep inside of me and on my back wall, that wants more and more.
I begin undulating like a lusty snake on him, putting my palms on his broad, concrete-hard pectorals and splaying my fingers so I can feel his chest hair sliding between them. I’m staring at this beautiful prince’s face, at those cruel features that have cut through souls, those dangerous eyes, his sensual blood-red lips that must have driven countless of women crazy.
“Oh, Vlad,” escapes my mouth as I build up harder and harder, my toes curling as I slide faster and faster, searching for the orgasm, my back bucking. Dirty things fill my head, probably spurred by the pleasure deep inside—I love the s
ensation that he’s fucking me all over at the same time, that he’s taking my pussy and my ass like I’m his own, personal, virgin whore.
“Yes, that’s it,” he whispers satisfied, his lips wet and hot as he kisses me, biting into my lip. I wince and come, pleasure exploding from my clit and the G-spot deep inside of me as well, causing me to grab his broad shoulders and convulse, moaning into his mouth as he sucks greedily on my lips.
I’m limp, nothing more than a rag in his hands as he pushes me on my back and thrusts so hard that the blanket draws blood from my back. He thrusts once, twice, three times, then comes inside of me, his cock throbbing, his neck swelling, his eyes fixed on my face.
“Oh, God, thank you,” he says like a man in a trance. He kisses me deeply, his tongue possessing my mouth as if he wants to possess my body completely. Then he goes downward, kissing me with a passion all over, from my breasts to my belly, and then latching on my pussy.
“Ah,” I moan. His tongue strokes me greedily, despite our combined juice, teasing my nub and intensifying the remains of pleasure. Only when he comes back up again I realize he took in the blood of my virginity.
“That will tie me to you forever,” he says as he stalks on his hands over me again, his impressive muscles slithering under his skin. “When a man tastes the blood of a woman’s maidenhood, he becomes hers for all eternity.” He explores my eyes with deeper meaning.
We keep searching each other’s eyes, and I’m just about to blurt out the feeling swelling in my heart, when he rips himself away.
“Your father, Radek, has forgiven me for many things,” he says with his back at me, the scars from the whip white and gut wrenching in the firelight. “I always thought no matter what, we would always eventually forgive each other. But I’m pretty damn sure he will never get over this.”
“He doesn’t have to know,” I whisper, coming to a sitting position, and touching his hair that’s now spread over his muscular shoulders.
“Oh, he’ll know.” There’s pain in his voice, pain that breaks my heart. A strange feeling to have only moments after you’ve lost your virginity—that your first man regrets it.