Warning: nonconsensual sex scene ahead
Thunder roared in the dark sky. Inside a particular room of the castle, a woman's clothes were scattered all over the floor. The entire room was dark, illuminated only by moonlight shining through the window. The windows were open and the curtains blew hard from the wind. On the bed laid two figures, one was a vampire wearing dark clothes and under him was his victim, a naked woman.
It was unknown how this happened or how long they were like this, but one thing is for certain...it was Dracula's feeding time. His face was buried in her breasts, his lips were kissing her skin softly. His face was in the valley between the two breasts, so he kissed the left one then the right one and switched between them constantly.
Faith was silent and immobile the whole time during the torture. She was conscious and her eyes were open, but she was completely paralyzed. She knows there is nothing she can do against Dracula's strength and all resistance would be futile. Her spirit and will was broken...and she was a lamb for the slaughter.
She was still in disbelief at this situation...her worst fear has always been vampires ever since she was a child. Even the mere mention of the word vampire would make her spine shiver. She always dreaded meeting one, hoping they were just fiction. And her worst nightmare has come true...no, it's worse than her worst nightmare. Not only was a vampire before her, but she was lying in his bed butt naked. And not only was she naked, but he was on top of her, violating every inch of her pure virgin body. And he's not just any vampire, but Dracula himself. She could not even conjure up a situation like this...and yet this is the reality she was facing.
Her eyes were on the verge of tears as she stared into nothingness. Her fingers were the only body parts capable of moving, but not much. They grabbed the bed sheet as he violated her.
Earlier in the month, she had a terrible dream that Dracula visited her bedroom and sucked her blood. She woke up in cold blood and brushed it off as a dream. But now she realized it was no dream, it actually happened. He entered her room at the worst possible time, when she was naked and wrapped in a blanket. When she saw him, she froze in fear. She was so paralyzed that she could not move or scream. Her arms lost feeling and dropped the blanket.
Back then, she was standing up and in a position to move away, yet she could not. And now, she was lying down, with him completely on top of her. Back then, she had a blanket to cover herself with, and that didn't matter. And right now, she had nothing to cover herself with, she lay bare and was nothing but a sitting duck. The idea of escape never crossed her mind because it was impossible.
He was taking it slow, enjoying himself to the fullest. His lips caressed her breasts while his nose smelled her at the same time. Her skin was soft and smooth and her breasts were round and firm, and it felt nice to his skin. She smelled nice and fresh, the way a woman should smell. Dracula was glad women were born this way...he liked everything about them, the texture of their skin, the way they smell, and the way they look...and of course, the way their blood tastes.
His lips inched their way up to her neckline, the small area between the breasts and the neck, and he remained there for a while. He kissed her skin gently while smelling it at the same time.
Dracula can smell her blood from her neck. It was only a matter of time before he drinks her. But before the main activity, he wanted to do other things. For him, bloodsucking is not just feeding, but a sexual activity as well...if the victim is a woman, of course. If it's a man, all he can do is feed and move on. But with a woman he can do so much more, that's why he prefers feeding on young women.
His lips moved their way to her clavicle and her neck. His kisses were tantalizingly slow, and with each kiss he made it further up her body. His nose was brushing against her neck. Her skin smelled nice...and he can smell the blood inside as well. He can't wait to take suck her blood, but he wanted to do that at the end, he wanted to savor her body, exploring and tasting her from head to toe.
The best kind of blood is a virgin's blood, it tastes the best. And he found the perfect candidate - a young virgin whose body is in its prime. He prefers to feed on them while they're naked. It's more exciting and enjoyable that way...he wanted to take full advantage of her virgin body.
It was uncomfortable for her and her lips parted, but no sounds came out. She suffered in silence as her fingers squeezed the bed sheet.
His lips made their way to her jaw line. He lifted his head to stare at her face. His nose was a mere inch away from her nose and she could feel his breath. Her eyes were shaking with fear as staring at Dracula was basically staring at death in the face. His eyes were deep and black and full of evil. His face was pale and his fangs were menacing.
He moved his head higher up so his lips could touch her forehead. He gently kissed her on the forehead. Her breathing grew harder and her eyes squinted. Tears fell from the corner of her eyes from pure terror...who knows what he will do to her...she was staring at her worst fear right in the face...no one can comprehend what was going through her fragile mind.
He tantalizingly moved his lips to her eyebrow and kissed it. His lips felt cold. Her eyes continued to shake. He kissed her cheek then moved back down to her jaw line and kissed that area. He moved down to her cleavage and stayed there for a while. His kisses made their way up to her neck while his nose was hitting her chin. He lips moved up the curve of her neck, followed by her chin, and the next destination was her lips.
When he bit into her lips, Faith had a strong reaction to it. Her eyes grew wide open and tears immediately streamed down her face.
She moaned. "Mmmmmffff!" But her moans were trapped in her voice box and never went outside of her mouth...all that was heard was a pathetic whimper against the silence of the night. Her fingers squeezed the bed sheet tighter than before. His lips felt cold and lifeless, as if she's being kissed by a corpse.
The whole time, his face was within the proximity of her neck. He wanted to explore all the parts near her neck and her lips just happened to be there. They tasted so sweet and juicy and full of warmth. Her lips alone made her worthy of being his bride.
This whole time, she barely moved a muscle...during the dreadful kiss she didn't even blink. Her eyes were shaking from the pain and shock. All she could do was squeeze the sheets tighter and shed more tears.
For Dracula the kiss was only a few seconds, but for her it was an eternity. No words could describe the magnitude of the suffering she had to endure. Her lips are supposed to be touched only by the man she loves. But that dream has been shattered just as her body was shattered. Her life as woman is over as her body was being defiled by a vampire. She did not want to lose her virginity so soon…especially not to a vampire. Faith always thought she'd lose it with the one she loves...Sakume. But she might lose it to a vampire...of all people, a vampire.
When he was done with her lips, he moved his lips back to her chin and continued caressing her neck. His lips went back to her cleavage area and clavicle, resuming what he did earlier.
The poor girl was still recovering from the shock of the kiss. Her lips were parted and she couldn't breathe and tears streamed down her cheeks. She continued to suffer in silence, having to endure the unthinkable.
His lips made their way to her left shoulder and he kissed the contents of it. Her neck was right there against his nose.
Dracula could not resist her blood anymore...it was time for the main event. He opened his mouth wide and took a bite on her neck, sinking his face on her shoulder. She turned her head to the side and moaned in agony. But her scream wasn't a scream at all, more like a quiet cry of desperation...like a bird about to have its feathers plucked. A river of tears streamed down her eyes.
His hands had a firm grip on her shoulders so he had stability, and also to keep her from moving too much. But that wasn't necessary, she barely moved an inch this whole time. Her fingers squeezed the bed sheet tightly...squeezing much harder than before.
Her head was facing the side and she stared at the open window, wishing she could be free. Then her vision got blurry. The tears continued to stream down her cheeks. Her feet shook a little and brushed the sheets, but the movements were minimal.
To Dracula, this was a dream come true. Faith was the perfect victim, being a young and beautiful virgin. Usually his victims fight back and it's messy. They scream and hurt his ears. But this girl doesn't make that much noise, which is what he preferred. He likes to feed in silence, but an occasional moan here and there is nice too. This woman will make the perfect bride, the one he's been searching for. He's going to keep her in this castle so she keeps her virginity, and he can feed on her whenever he pleases.
The poor girl had to go through so much suffering and in the end, this is what it comes down to...it always ends up with her being bitten in the neck. She was violated all over the body and had to endure the fear and pain...and now this. She didn't want to lose her virginity to a vampire, but that thought has gone out the window, she might lose her life...her fingers squeezed the bed sheet as tight as possible...
In the dark bedroom, Faith's face was buried in the pillow as she lied on her front. Dracula was on top of her and sniffing her hair. His hands squeezed her wrists while her fingers squeezed the pillow. She smelled good, the way a woman should smell. He kissed her shoulder blade and slowly glided his lips down to her shoulder's back. He made each kiss slow and deliberate, as he wanted to fully enjoy the taste of her skin. He and his victim were alone in his bedroom, inside his castle, so there was no need to rush, as he had all the time in the world. No one knew how long they have been in this position; it could have been one minute or one hour...but every second was pure suffering for her.
His face went to the middle of her back and kept kissing and smelling her skin while he sighed in pleasure. His hands slid off her wrist and grabbed her hands and squeezed them. He did not go lower than the middle of her back as he wanted to be near her neck. He could bite her at any time, but for Dracula, feeding time is not just a meal but an experience. This was the foreplay before the climax.
He glided his lips up to her left shoulder and kissed it sensually. His lips kissed her shoulder blade and he smelled her hair.
Faith winced as his face was near hers. Her eyes squinted and her lips grimaced and her facial expression was one of sadness and helplessness. She knew that eventually, he will feed on her blood. Every second she waited and feared for that dreadful moment to come.
He kissed the nape of her neck as his face brushed against her ponytail. His lips went to her right shoulder blade. The more aroused he became, the harder he squeezed her fingers. He was not thinking but acting on instinct and desire. He kept kissing and smelling her skin and he could also smell her blood.
Unable to control himself any longer, it was time for the main event. He sunk his teeth into her neck and she reacted strongly to it. His fingers squeezed hers even harder, to the point where their fingers were intertwined. Her right hand squeezed the pillow tightly while his ice cold fingers were squeezing hers.
Tears drip down her cheeks from the corner of her eyes. From the neck down she did not feel a thing, as if she forgot she had a lower body. Dracula's body was lying neatly on top of hers. Right now, the only sensation she felt was the throbbing pain on her neck as her blood and life were being drained from her. Faith had never ever felt such raw pain before. The pain grew and grew each moment, and she thought it'd last an eternity. It felt like an eternity already.
Everyone in her clan always took care of her. She was the spoiled child of the group, but she wasn't by nature spoiled. Her father always protected her from dangers of the outside world, so she never really got seriously injured or hurt. But ever since her father passed away, she had to take care of herself.
She could never have imagined such pain and suffering were possible. Having her blood being sucked by a vampire was bad enough, but on top of that, she was naked in bed while being ravaged by a vampire.
Her vision became blurry from her tears. All she could see was her left hand and his pale hand squeezing hers. The pain was unbearable and she just cried and whimpered.