The Count's New Lover (closed for motheroftears24)

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Count Yorga paced the set of the horror film. The set was dimly lit, and fog machines had filled the mocked-up graveyard with an ominous mist. He was anxious for his female co-star to arrive and begin filming, but the centuries had taught him much about patience. He had been much in demand in recent years for his ability to play a convincing role as a vampire, and his status as a reclusive celebrity helped to provide the curious locals with plausible explanations for his eccentric behavior. If nothing else, his strange insistence that no actors wear religious jewelry and the set be kept entirely free from mirrors served to enhance his mystique, although they caused no end of grief to the make-up artists and costume designers. His insistence upon complete privacy, both in his home and in his room on-set, were famous idiosyncrasies among those with whom he worked.

A particularly beautiful young woman would be co-starring with Count Yorga in a movie that was scheduled to begin shooting today. He was looking forward to meeting her. The director and producers of the movie had long ago been brought under his hypnotic control. They would not ask questions if the young actress began acting strangely after her work with the Count. Nor would any questions be asked after she became another one of his brides. He smiled in anticipation. These delicious young women that he met through his job, and they were delicious both literally and metaphorically, were what made working with these mortals in their silly modes of modern entertainment worthwhile.

His roles were always compensated well monetarily. More importantly from his perspective, however, Count Yorga's job as an actor had served to introduce him to numerous beautiful women with whom he worked on and off of the set. Several of them had disappeared in recent years, or had become increasingly erratic-behaving and estranged from their families. One of the young ladies with whom Count Yorga had starred on a recent movie stood nearby, a curvaceous brunette with a vacant stare and two scars marking her neck. Those who worked with the Count in the film industry had long ago ceased to ask questions regarding such things.

The door at the back of the room opened, and a pretty, fresh-faced new actress walked in. Count Yorga approached her, and extended his hand in greeting. His grip was firm, and his frosty blue eyes locked on hers. His smile seemed more predatory than warm, and his eyes did not seem to blink often enough. "I am Count Yorga," he said. His voice was calm, polite, and regal-sounding with his cultured Bulgarian accent. "It is a pleasure to meet you, my dear, and I look forward to our work together."

As they shot the scene, she continuously felt his eyes upon her. That was only to be expected, as he was playing the role of a vampire in a movie, but he was perhaps too much into playing his role. He smiled at her, his gaze seeming always to imply that he knew something of which she could not possibly be aware. She could easily see how he had achieved fame in playing the role of vampires; he was utterly convincing. The deference with which the other members of the cast and crew treated him was more than the respect with which one treated an egocentric movie star; something about their behavior was a creepy as the Count's. It was at once frightening and exciting to be in the presence of a man who exerted such a palpable influence upon those around him. It was a few hours later when the crew broke for lunch.

The Count approached her. He wore his dignified and authentic-looking costume, which no doubt was actually antique clothing and accessories, with a natural ease that made the role seem to be a part of him. When he addressed her, he spoke with the confidence of a man who knew that he did not need volume or force to have his wishes obeyed, even by complete strangers. "Would you like, perhaps, to dine with me? I am not hungry, but I would like very much to spend time with you. My servant, Brudah, is quite an excellent cook. If nothing else, it would please me to get to know you better, and so to improve our ability to work together as we make this movie. We have several difficult scenes to shoot together later on, my dear, and I wish to help you to do your best. After all, you are new to the world of creating movies, and I have been playing the role of a vampire in these films for many years. You must learn to make the strange seem believable and your emotions seem real in order to succeed in these films. It would please me to help you rehearse your roles in private, with just the two of us."

 

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Name: Cassandra Lane
Age: 19
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Background:

Cassandra was from a small town, but decided to move to Hollywood to not only pursue her dream of stardom, but to get away from her parents, who are abusive drug addicts. She immersed herself in school and a social life to avoid them as much as possible. She wants better herself and vows never to fall into the vices that plague her parents. She graduated at the top of her class in high school. She was in cheerleading, dance, and on the drama team. Though she was popular, she preferred to hang out with classmates that were considered outsiders.

Cassandra was introduced to Count Yorga's films at a friend's sleepover. She was hooked due to how handsome he is as well as his intelligence. She had a boyfriend, but he was accepted to a college in New York so the relationship did not work out. However, she is still a virgin.
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I arrived on set about thirty minutes early. I was excited about getting the role of Alice Winters, the daughter of a disgraced mad scientist who is forced to become the vampire's bride after he attempted to escape the vampire's control. The girl was already betrothed to another wealthy suitor. I read the script before coming in and was intrigued. It was so much more different than any vampire movie I had seen. The suitor becomes more of the antagonist of the movie considering he doesn't like the idea of his proper girlfriend becoming an erotic slave to the Count and tries everything he can to try to take the girl back. There was quite a bit of nudity. I was nervous, but willing though I had never done anything even with my boyfriend. It would be fitting that I lose my innocence to a man that I idolized since I saw his first movie at a slumber party.

My inner fangirl was going wild, but I subdued her when Count Yorga took my hand. I could not believe that I was actually meeting him let alone playing the leading lady in one of his movies. My gazed fixed with his as he took my hand. It was so cold. "I am Count Yorga," he said. His voice was calm, polite, and regal-sounding with his cultured Bulgarian accent. "It is a pleasure to meet you, my dear, and I look forward to our work together."

"Cassandra Lane." I said introducing myself with a smile, "I am looking forward to working with you as well.". We began. We did the scene at the dinner party when Yorga's character arrives to deal with the mad scientist. He was indeed very authentic and terrifying. The look of awe that I had was very much real considering how taken I was by his acting ability. He helped me not feel nervous on while we were shooting.

I could not help but notice how the crew, the other actors, and actresses were acting. I know sometimes there was a lot of prima donna behavior in the actresses. They were actually nice to me and acknowledged me. Even the film crew was not running around in chaos. Everything was completely in order. I was told about the Count's demands and agreed to follow them when I signed on for the role.

During lunch, the Count surprised me by asking me to dinner with him as well as to work with me on lines. I accepted graciously. "I would love to." I added, "It would definitely help. I am still a little nervous. When do you want me to come by?"

 

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"You shall meet me at my home at 9:00 tonight, if you wish," The Count replied. "But now we are to begin filming for the afternoon. You do know that there shall be a scene in which I shall be required to bare your breasts. Are you certain that you are comfortable with this?"

Getting an acting job with an A-list actor, particularly one who she had idolized for many years, is not the sort of opportunity that most young actresses are likely to pass up. Despite her sexual inexperience, Cassandra was determined to go through with this.

With the calm professionalism of a man who has been plying his trade long enough to know his roles almost instinctively, Count Yorga returned to playing the role of the vampire in the movie. Cassandra was amazed when, for one scene, the normally-built Count easily picked up the actor who was playing her in-movie father with a single hand and effortlessly tossed him into a prop table that was designed to break at the impact. She had always assumed that the famous Count had relied on special effects to reproduce a vampire's superhuman strength for his movies, but he was apparently far stronger than he looked.

The Count turned to Cassandra, his cold, unblinking blue eyes locked on hers. She stood unmoving. She was required to stand motionless for this part of the movie, but she doubted that she could have moved even if she had wanted to do so. The Count approached her, his pale face emotionless and cold. "You are mine now, Alice," the count intoned. "You shall belong to me, body and soul!"

Cassandra knew what was coming. A rush of cold air struck her chest as the Count ripped her shirt open, the frail fabric tearing like wet paper beneath Count Yorga's strong hands. She felt his icy gaze upon her, and his eyes met hers as he wrapped his arms around her bare shoulders and pulled her close to him. She had imagined what these lines would sound like, but nothing could prepare her for his hypnotic voice as he spoke with the voice of a half-sleeping god.

"Alice, my darling, your father cannot take you back from me, nor can your former lover ever separate us. I offer you eternal love! I will keep you with me forever, and we shall outlast the centuries. You shall forever be beautiful, magnificent beyond your ability to comprehend it, if you shall now allow me to give this to you!" The words were hypnotic in their own right, and Cassandra spent the rest of the day as though she were in a trance, with the Count's words echoing within her mind.

When the director called a wrap, the Count approached her. "You were a wonderful co-star, my dear. Your presence shall destine this movie to be loved by many, and they shall line up for blocks to behold your beautiful face at the theater!" He took her hand in his own and kissed it. "Shall I see you tonight?"

 

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"I will be there." I said accepting the invitation, "I am a little nervous about the scene, but want to do it." I felt safe about doing the scene. Once back on set, everyone was back to work. The scene were were working on was when the mad scientist tried to confront the Count after he is told that his daughter is being taken away due to how uncooperative he became in aiding him in his wicked deeds. I watched in shock at how he threw the scientist. There were no wires. He threw the guy! My thought was that he kept in really good shape to accomplish such a feat.

Then, he turned to me. My eyes locked on to his piercing blue eyes. I lost myself in them. Like my character, I was speechless. All I could manage was little whimpers. I gasped as he tore the blouse exposing my breasts to him and the camera. The rose and fell in anticipation as I was pulled to him in his embrace. His words were haunting causing chills to run up my spine. "Alice, my darling, your father cannot take you back from me, nor can your former lover ever separate us. I offer you eternal love! I will keep you with me forever, and we shall outlast the centuries. You shall forever be beautiful, magnificent beyond your ability to comprehend it, if you shall now allow me to give this to you!" The words were hypnotic in their own right, and Cassandra spent the rest of the day as though she were in a trance, with the Count's words echoing within her mind. I could feel his lips close to my skin as well as his breath against it causing even more chills. The other scenes were going to be more intense depicting Alice's lessons of submission to the Count.

The director startled me a little when he called it a day. "You were a wonderful co-star, my dear. Your presence shall destine this movie to be loved by many, and they shall line up for blocks to behold your beautiful face at the theater!" He took her hand in his own and kissed it. "Shall I see you tonight?" I replied, "I will see you later tonight.". I got dressed back into the clothes I was wearing and hailed a cab outside of the studio. I went to a clothing store near my home to get a dress. It was a beautiful sparkling light blue halter dress that had a slit up the leg. When I got home, I took a shower.

The Count had quite an impression on me. I got into the shower and as I washed my body I began to play with myself for the first time. One hand squeezed and caressed my breasts while the other rubbed my clit. I was careful in my touch.

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Stacy

(She is wearing a tight love cut orange lace top with a short white skirt with rhinestones. Underneath she is completely naked)

Stacey went with Yorga back to his mansion. She had been in his power for several years. She appeared in Bride of the Devil with him. Amazingly, she and the other brides he had played very well together in the basement and were open to company. She was especially intrigued by the new girl that Yorga was eyeing. She was only silent at the movie studio to observe.

"She is very sweet." Stacy said as they walked in. She let her hair down and accompanied the Count wanting to please him. She asked, "So, how soon are you going to take her?". She wanted to know so that she will know if she will need to please him in order to keep him from attacking the girl as she got into the door.

 

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"She is sweet indeed, my love," Count Yorga replied to Stacy. His voice was like expensive, exotic wine. "I intend to savor her seduction for a while yet before I take her. Tonight, I shall need you to help me satisfy my lust before she arrives."

With that, he wrapped his arms around her firmly. They kissed as lovers, their mouths meeting with rapidly increasing passion. The kiss deepened as Count Yorga's pale, strong hands roamed her body, his tongue dancing wetly with hers as he pulled her face to his own. He pressed her down into an expensive antique fainting couch, their kiss filled with need and desperate passion as his hands traveled under her orange lace top to caress her soft breasts. She could feel his need in the iron-hard bulge that was pressing against her as their passion built, their hands roaming their lover's desperately.

The Count pulled her top from her, exposing her succulent breasts. His sharp teeth gently grazed one of her erect nipples, his tongue lovingly caressing the soft flesh. His hand was traveling down to cup the curves of her ass through her skirt, pulling her to him until the bulge of his rigid cock was pressed firmly against her moistening vulva through her clothing. Their kisses were deep and feverish as he pressed her back into the creaking old velvet of the couch.

He literally ripped her white skirt from her waist, the sturdy canvas tearing like tissue paper as he bent down to her sex, enjoying the softness of her pubic hair against his face and the sweet, musky tang of her arousal as his mouth licked and sucked at her most sensitive area. Everything in his body demanded that he simply drive his large, hard cock deep into her depths, but he knew from experience that satisfaction that is delayed is sometimes better. She gasped as he tasted her delicious pussy, his tongue moving slowly and lazily at first, avoiding her clitoris until she was fully aroused. When the time was right, he licked her clitoris in a frantic circle, his wolfish mouth driving her into a screaming orgasm. He wiped his face clean before kissing her deeply and freeing his cock from his silken trousers.

His large, firm cock pressed firmly against the folds of her pussy as he pressed forward, stretching her vagina open. She could feel the firmness of his cock, the ridges of the veins on his penis as it pressed into her, deeply until the head encountered her cervix. "Make love to me, my darling," he intoned.

 

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"She is sweet indeed, my love," Count Yorga replied to Stacy. His voice was like expensive, exotic wine. "I intend to savor her seduction for a while yet before I take her. Tonight, I shall need you to help me satisfy my lust before she arrives." She said, "Mmmm, sounds like a plan.". Stacy kissed him back. Her tongue swirled and danced with his. He was so hard against her and she could not wait to feel his cock deep within her. "Ohhhhhh, Master!" she moaned as she felt him licking and toying with her nipples.

She laid back on the couch with him and undid his shirt. She caressed the Count lovingly. Stacy spread her legs opening her pussy for her Master. His tongue felt so good against her clit as she was being prepared to take his cock. She came screaming in sheer delight. She briefly caressed his cock as he got on top of her. "Make love to me, my darling," he intoned.

"Yes, Master! I need to feel your cock deep inside of me." she moaned in desire as she wrapped her legs around his waist as she moved her hips in rhythm with his thrust.

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I moaned as I rubbed my clit in circles imagining what the Count's cock was going to feel inside of me. After a while, I came moaning for him and got out of the shower so that I could get ready to go. I put on some makeup, a pair of white silk panties with pink flowers embroidered on the, and my dress. I still had a couple of hours, so I rested up before leaving.

 

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Stacy wrapped her legs around me as I pounded hard into her. Our flesh slapped together hard as my cock plundered her depths, the tip of my cock battering against her cervix as we frantically mated. The room was filled with the sweet smells of sex as I kissed her deeply, tasting her mouth against my own. We kissed, and I thought of all the lives that Stacy and I had taken with our mouths, drinking the blood from the bodies of mortals until they either joined us in eternal undeath or were reduced to a withered corpse. My tongue writhed in Stacy's mouth, and my hands roughly caressed her tender breasts as we mated. My hand traveled downward, caressing her clitoris as I focused upon telepathically communicating with Cassandra what was happening; I wanted Cassandra to sense the feeling of my cock as it plundered the depths of Stacy's sweet pussy, the thick ridges of my cock stretching Stacy's wet vaginal walls. Wherever Cassandra was, and I now sensed that she was asleep, she would be dreaming of my manhood inside of her.

My hand traveled downward, caressing Stacy's soft pubic hair, and lightly and lovingly tracing around her clitoris. I was in no hurry to bring her to climax, hoping to build her passion to a towering crescendo, in order that I might hear her screaming in passion as I felt her insides explode around my hard, throbbing cock in a glorious supernova of heat and moisture. I wanted her to feel my cock as deeply inside of her as it was possible for anything to go, to revel in the feeling of her pussy being pleasurably and delightfully stretched around myself. I looked into Stacy's eyes, letting her see and feel my hunger. I growled like a beast as I slammed hard into her sopping wet pussy, claiming her once again as my own. She was not going to get my cum easily this time; I wanted her to have to wait for it until she craved it as a drowning woman would crave air. I kissed her neck roughly as I thrust my cock as deeply into her as it could go.

 

[motheroftears24]

I felt strangely as I slept. I could feel as though someone was touching my pussy. I opened my eyes, but saw no one, but kept feeling it. It was a little frightening, but it felt so good. I went with it. I began to touch myself once again while this was happening. It was so intense. I could feel as though invisible hands were caressing my breasts. "Ohhhhhhhh yes!" I moaned.

Stacy

We took our time as we made passionately love. I ground my hips against his loving the feel of his large cock in my tight pussy. "Yes, my love!" I sighed lustfully. I moved up and down fast on his cock growling a feminine growl as he took me. He made me cum covering his cock in my juices. I mentally linked with Cassandra wanting to know the pleasure she was feeling. Seeing it drove me over the edge. However, I kept going wanting to please my love and to make him cum as well.

 

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As Stacy came on my cock, it was more than I could bear. My hands reached around her, clenching tightly around her pale ass cheeks as I roared in pleasure. Deep inside of her sodden depths, my cock was bucking and spurting, filling her insides with heat and moisture as I ground the head of my cock hard against the back of her pussy. For ages I came, my pulsing cock filling her with jet after jet of my semen. My heart pounded within my chest, and my breath began to slow as I gradually softened within her moist, slippery depths.

Satisfied, I smiled wolfishly at Stacy. "Thank you, my darling. And I am quite certain that Cassandra would thank you as well, if she were here. I'm certain that she is coming to the conclusion of quite the dream right now."

I held Stacy in my arms, our bodies still comfortably intertwined and the lazy, heavy scent of sex hanging over us like a soft blanket. Our chests rose and fell with our breathing, my hard, muscular chest pressed against her soft body as we lay there. Cassandra would not be here for a while yet, and there was no reason that Stacy and I could not enjoy the sweet afterglow of our lovemaking. I kissed her almost tenderly, my fierce passion abated for the moment as I traced my fingers through her soft hair. "Yes, my love. Relax for now. Brudah is doing the work in preparing for our guest. Lie in my arms as one of my countesses, luxuriating in the sins of our flesh. It will not be long before Cassandra will be joining you as one of my wives."

 

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Stacy

I came again as my Master came. I moaned in sheer satisfaction, then laid with him. It was just a little bit before Cassandra was about to arrive. I intended on taking the other girls so that they may feed since it had been a while and so that my love could be alone with our soon to be "sister". I laid my head on his chest smiling a peaceful fanged smile. "I am looking forward to it." I said with a smile.

It kept on until I came, but then stopped. I wondered what on earth I just went through. I got myself together and looked at the time. I had to get going. I left the house around 8:30 and made it to his mansion around 8:50. I had my script with me, so that we could practice. I knocked on the door and it was answered by a large scarred man. "Hi, I am Cassandra." I introduced myself, "The Count is expecting me."

 

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Brudah remained silent as he led Cassandra through the dimly lit corridors of the large house. Despite clearly being able to afford all of the modern conveniences, there was no apparent use of electricity, and Brudah led her through the dark, silent halls with a flickering candelabra. Their feet were silent upon the thick carpet as he led her deep into the bowels of the home. The rooms to their sides were as dark as empty tombs, and her imagination played terrible tricks upon her with the indistinct shapes that lurked just out of her vision.

They turned a corner, and found themselves before a great table. At the head of the table, seated upon a throne-like chair of ornately carved wood, sat the Count. His pale face reflected the dim yellow light from the candles on the table. A fire burned in hearth behind him, but seemed to add little warmth to the room. Despite the warm time of year, a chill seemed to hang in the air of this place. The very air here seemed to vibrate with a hidden menace, laced with a sweet promise of forbidden pleasure.

The smells of exquisitely prepared food, served on tasteful antique silver platters along with beautiful cut-crystal goblets of expensive imported wine. The colorful wineglass in Cassandra's hand sparkled like blood-stained jewels in the dim light of the candles. As Cassandra ate, the Count lovingly described the vineyards where the wine was grown in the haunted and legend-steeped mountains of Eastern Europe. She was so enthralled by the conversation that she was several minutes into dinner before she realized that neither the Count nor his friend- he called her Stacy- were eating anything.

When Cassandra asked why neither of them were eating, the count smiled pleasantly. "We were feasting for an hour before you arrived." Stacy regarded the Count with a smile, clearly sharing in some inside joke to which Cassandra was not privy as Stacy tenderly placed her hand upon the Count's. A pang of undeserved jealousy lanced through Cassandra's heart, but she held her peace. Soon, the atmosphere of jovial conversation returned, but no matter how bright the conversation became, it could not overcome the strange mix of dread and excitement that seemed to infuse the very air in this place.

As Cassandra finished her delicious meal, the Count clapped his hands in a single sharp gesture. "Brudah! Clear away the remnants of dinner. We shall retire to the library for my new friend to rehearse her lines." The sharp, cold voice of the Count's command made Cassandra feel quietly uncomfortable; modern Americans are not used to the way that the ancient Count found it appropriate to address his man-servant. The count had not even finished speaking his servant's name when the scarred, ugly beast of a man in his old-fashioned suit appeared by his master's side. Working in silence, Brudah began to clear away the dishes.

The Count returned his attention to Cassandra. "Stacy can help us rehearse the lines of this movie, if it pleases you to do so. She has one of the most impressive memories I have ever known, and has been an actress in her own right for several years. It was she who co-starred with me in Bride of the Devil. Come, my dear, let us retire to the library. You may bring a glass of wine with you, if you wish."

 

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He let me in and I followed. The place was rather intimidating, but yet had a dark beauty to it. I felt a little uncomfortable with Brudah considering the way he would look back and smile at me. Yet, he did not even talk. I found it a bit odd. I sat down at the table. What was even more odd was the fact that I was the only one eating. However, I did not question it. It was my favorite meal as though they read my mind. I was eating roasted lemon pepper chicken with steamed vegetables. I even had a glass of sweet red wine which tasted delicious. "Is everything okay? I notice you both are not eating." I ask in concerned. They told me that they had eaten prior, but I knew exactly what they meant in the naughty smiles.

In regards to Stacy, I don't know why, but I was feeling threatened and insecure. I was actually feeling jealous of her considering how close she was to the Count, but I dismissed it. "Keep it professional, girl!" I tried thinking to myself, "She was there before you. He works with you. You are doing some sex scenes with him, but it is for the movie!". I did not say anything, but I could not help lusting for the Count. There was a tension in the room that was bothering me a bit, but I dismissed that feeling as well. I was going to enjoy my time with the Count and Stacy.

It was soon time to rehearse. Brudah was prompt in doing as Count Yorga told him. The Count's tone with him did startle me. It was time to begin. Stacy was playing my friend, who is one of the Count's first victims. She is there with the Count to further seduce me in order to join them I began my lines. The scene involved me to be stripped. Luckily, I brought extra clothes to wear. I sipped my wine and was ready to begin. "Diana, I... I thought you were dead!" I exclaimed.

 

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"Death can mean many things to many people, and without death there can be no life," came Diana's line. Stacy's veteran acting skills were immediately apparent, and Cassandra felt like a clumsy amateur in the company of seasoned professionals.

"And the life that some can spring forth from the black pits of death may be far greater than the meager mortal existence of cowards that flee from it!" came the Count's reply.

A storm was rolling in, and sheets of rain battered against the glass panes of the window. Thunder rolled ominously in the distance.

"Join us, Alice," Stacy's character said. "My beloved old friend, you do not have to wither and grow old, weak, senile and gray! What fool would choose the existence of the decaying shell of a mortal, when you could be like us, and live for eternity. Our bodies will always be young, potent, full of life! All the delights your flesh knows now, you shall know them in far greater measure over countless ages! Young, strong, always beautiful, and always luxuriating in the sensual delights forbidden to the weak and tepid mortals that hide behind their pitiful moral codes and foolish philosophies."

The Count stepped forward, pulling Cassandra close to him. She felt his hard muscles through the exotic finery he wore, and she sensed that he truly did have the strength within his arms to have effortlessly crushed her within them, but he did not do so. Her pulse quickened at the closeness of Count Yorga's body. His mouth was by her ear. "Give yourself to me, Alice Winters. Give me your body, and you shall lie deathless beside me throughout the ages and experience delights, the like of which you have never dreamed!"

Perhaps it was the wine, perhaps it was the closeness of the sexy Count, or perhaps it was the words that flowed over her ears like the rustle of satin sheets, but Cassandra's head was swimming. She was breathing deeply, her heart pounding within her heaving chest. Moisture was beginning to touch her delicate virginal sex within her soft white panties. The room seemed to spin around Cassandra as she fought to remember her lines.

"Yes, my love," Alice- or was it Cassandra? whispered softly. "Take me. Take me body and soul. Forever."

 

[motheroftears24]

It was creepy yet perfect how things were working out. A sudden storm came in as we were doing the lines. The way they were doing the lines it was almost as though even approaching me out of character to join them. I was nervous, but I managed. "I am afraid..." I try to say. He took me into his arms convincing my character that I should join them. I felt as though I was falling under some enchantment as I was pressed close to him. "Give yourself to me, Alice Winters. Give me your body, and you shall lie deathless beside me throughout the ages and experience delights, the like of which you have never dreamed!" I replied, "Yes, my love! Take my body and soul forever." I had no idea if I was still in character or giving in for real due to the intensity of the situation.

 

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Cassandra felt dizzy and light-headed. She knew what was coming next. She had rehearsed these lines a thousand times in her head. Her heart pounded within her chest, and she wondered if this scene would be completed as it would in the movie.

The Count's lips pressed hard against Cassandra's, his powerful arms wrapping around her. Then she felt his lips upon her neck. His teeth grazed the delicate skin of her neck, and a sudden jolt of electrical pleasure coursed through her veins and spread throughout her body.

"An eternity of love and unspeakable pleasures and delights are to be yours, but such things are dearly bought. Your innocence, your maidenhood, and your very soul, do you surrender it all to me?" His cultured voice was a low, seductive growl. An icy wave of delicious terror traveled down Cassandra's spine at his words, and at the knowledge that, in the movie, this was the scene in which the Count would deflower her.

Cassandra gasped as the Count's lips pressed harder against her neck, his moist tongue tracing along her sensitive skin.

Memories of earlier that evening, as she had dreamed of what his body would feel like against her, raced through her dazed mind. She reached for the neck of her dress, and undid one button, and then two. Opening the front of the dress, she let it slip from her shoulders, and it made a whispering noise as it fell to the floor. She stood there in her bra and panties.

Cassandra was so wet that her sweet, virginal fluids had literally soaked through her panties. She trembled in lust and glorious terror as the Count pulled her close. She had never before been in such an intimate position with any man, and here she was in the arms of her childhood idol.

The Count kissed her again, the bulge in his silken trousers pressing hard against her nether region, sending electric shocks of delight and lust coursing through Cassandra's body. Stacy's eyes were fixed on Cassandra with scarcely less lust than that which burned in the feverish eyes of the Count.

The next lines in the movie seemed to be slowly, quietly whispered directly into her mind with infinite certainty and seriousness.

"You are mine."

The count reached around her, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor, exposing her sweet breasts. He bent, and Cassandra's heart was in her throat as his hands and lips began to caress her breasts. This was in the script- wasn't it? His teeth lightly grazed a nipple, and Cassandra gasped and slightly doubled over as the slightest promise of an orgasm brushed through her nether region. Dear God, if he could do this to her simply by touching her breasts, what would it be like to actually fuck him? She breathed deeply as more of her sweet, slippery fluids began to coat the inside of her panties and soak through them.

Cassandra stood there silently, her heart pounding within her chest like a drum and her breathing rapid. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, and every nerve in her body seemed to tingle with fright and excitement. The Count's movements, so accustomed to grace and fluidity, were become rough with need as he sucked harder on a nipple, his hands reaching lower.

Cassandra gasped as he touched her through her panties; it felt as though some wickedly delicious magic were flowing from him into her, his powers driving her wild with need. His fingers rubbed skillfully against her moist sex through her soaked panties, and he brought his damp finger to his lips to taste it. The delicious scent of her wonderful musk drove him wild with need, and he kissed her desperately. This was most definitely not in the script. Her hands caressed his cock through his pants. She couldn't believe how big it was, and she trembled with excitement as well as fear that such a massive organ would tear her apart if she would try to fit it inside of her.

Slowly, Cassandra's hands moved. With large, trusting, innocent eyes, she looked up at the Count as she hooked her thumbs into the waistline of her panties to push them downward. The Count met her gaze. His eyes were unblinking, his pale features drawn. The powerful arms around Cassandra seemed to tremble with barely suppressed need.

Stacy held up a hand and chuckled. "We don't need to act out the whole scene tonight. It is late, Cassandra, and you must be up early tomorrow. Be safe as you travel home, darling. The night can be dangerous for a beautiful woman like you, alone. Brudah will see you out."

As though summoned by magic, the towering man-beast with his ugly, scarred features appeared. He leered at Cassandra with undisguised lust. It would not be until later when she would learn how fortunate she had been that Count Yorga had insisted that Brudah not touch her, or how lucky she was that Brudah feared the Count far more than death itself.

Cassandra trembled with nervous adrenaline, her face and hands numb from hyperventilation. She blushed as she bent to retrieve the dress that was pooled at her feet.

The Count glared at Stacy for a long moment, his eyes terrifying and conveying a towering, murderous rage kept in check behind the thinnest of cultured veneers. But slowly his eyes calmed. He was, perhaps, distracted by the sight of Cassandra's panty-clad ass as she bent over to recover her dress. "That was a good decision, Stacy. Thank you."

Cassandra did not need to be told what Count Yorga was thanking Stacy for, and a thrill of pleasure coursed through her loins at the knowledge that the great actor wanted her as badly as she had wanted him.

The Count's lust burned within his veins and knotted in his muscles, his unbridled sexual need coursing through his body like molten lava. Once again, thanks to Stacy's help, he would be able to keep his hands off of Cassandra for tonight. But he knew that, as soon as his privacy was returned, he needed to mate with one of his vampiric wives, and he would breed her with such passion that she would not soon forget it. Perhaps it would be Stacy again. Perhaps it would be another. He did not know, nor did he care. But his manhood throbbed within his pants, driven by a lust that few mortals could ever comprehend, and his need burned like a madness within him.

 

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I gasped as I found myself once again in Yorga's arms. Stacy was watching us with a naughty smile. I felt his fangs on my neck which made me wonder if he had brought them from the studio to practice. They were so realistic with how sharp they felt. I moaned both in character and out of character.

"An eternity of love and unspeakable pleasures and delights are to be yours, but such things are dearly bought. Your innocence, your maidenhood, and your very soul, do you surrender it all to me?"

"Yes, I surrender it all to you." I replied lustfully as I felt his tongue licking along my neck. I could feel his hardness. Though I could not see it, I knew it was very long and thick. I undressed for him but for the moment left on my bra and panties. The scene was so real that my pussy was so damp from arousal. I began to realize some of what we were doing was not in the script, but I was loving it. He further undressed me taking off my bra baring my breasts which he sucked on. "Ohhhh, Count!" I moaned loving the feel of his mouth on my nipples. I caressed his cock over his pants. Mmmm, it was definitely big, but I did worry about the pain i was going to experience. I was so close to succumbing to him, but Stacy stopped it. It was getting late and we did have to work.

When I broke from my trance, I felt so strange. I put back on my bra and dress, so that I could get going. "Thank you for helping me with my lines, Count Yorga." I said, "I will see you tomorrow." I went with Brudah. I could not help but be nervous at how he leered at me while he led me out. I told him "Good Night" and went home to get some rest. I cleaned up and put on a tight pink lace night gown on my naked body and drifted off to sleep thinking of the possibilities the next day was going to bring when we did the sex scene.
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Stacy

The other girls returned to the basement from their feeding. I chose one. I chose an 18 year old girl the Count picked up when she was hitchhiking named Gina. She was lovely with long blonde hair, brown eyes, 42C breasts and was wearing a light blue nightie. "You are to tend to our love." I said to her. She nodded and went upstairs. I needed rest so I stripped down and laid naked onto my slab falling asleep.
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Gina

It was my turn for the evening to please my Master/vampiric husband. I walked upstairs to find him waiting. "Stacy said that you needed me." I said. I could sense his lust. I knew of the other girl from what Stacy told me, and wanted to please him so that he would not try to go after her. Stacy told me that he wanted to take his time with her. I go to my love and kiss him.

 

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"Stacy was correct, Gina," the Count intoned. He had dedicated centuries to learning the self-control necessary in order to be around mortals, but his calm-sounding voice betrayed infinite lust as he led Gina towards one of the bedrooms. It had been a long time since Count Yorga, who slept in a coffin, had chosen to enjoy sex in a real bed. "I need you more than you could know."

He swept Gina into his arms, combing his fingers through her hair as he lay her back upon the soft, satin sheets. His lust burned in his eyes as he climbed on top of her. Their clothing still separated them, as he lay on top of her, their mouths meeting in passion. He needed her desperately, and his hands roughly caressed and explored every part of her eternally beautiful, immortal body. The night was still young, and the Count was in no hurry.

"How would you like our coupling to be tonight, Gina? Do you want tender lovemaking, or do you want me to breed you roughly?" His hardness ground against her mound through her blue nightie. "Decide quickly, my love. I will not wait long for your answer."

 

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"I need you too, darling." I said with a loving fanged smile. I could sense his need and knew if I did not do anything about it that he would be immediately going to Cassandra's apartment and losing all control. I was well aware of the plan as well as the other brides. We wanted her to feel comfortable before he made his move. I went into the bedroom with him cuddling in his arms. I kissed him back lustfully. "How would you like our coupling to be tonight, Gina? Do you want tender lovemaking, or do you want me to breed you roughly?" His hardness ground against her mound through her blue nightie. "Decide quickly, my love. I will not wait long for your answer." I replied, "Breed me roughly." I loved it when he was rough with me. That was the way it was when he first took me. When he met me, he pulled me out of the car when we were in a secluded area and he fucked me very hard in the pouring rain. I had erotic claw marks on my neck as well as small bites on my neck, breasts, and thighs.

 

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The words had scarcely exited Gina's mouth when the Count growled with undisguised, bestial lust as he tore her pretty blue nightie roughly from her slender frame. The innocent-looking teenaged girl was beautiful in the dim light, her pale body exposed to the Count's greedy gaze. He pressed her downward, his lips devouring her own in a fierce kiss as his trembling hands explored her body. His rough hands caressed her face, her neck, her breasts, and then traveled downward to her tender vulva. He gasped appreciatively, closing his eyes and biting her breast with just enough force to send a heady mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her veins and waves of pleasure flooding her overwhelmed senses. He kissed lower, allowing his teeth to graze along her narrow waist, and then the bony prominences of her pelvis as he approached her sex.

He inhaled the scent of her lust as he grabbed her hips powerfully. He caressed the length of her pussy, his face and tongue brushing through her soft pubic hair as he tasted her, licking her and sucking her for a long moment, her pheromone-laden fluids driving him insane with wild need. His fingernails dug into the skin of her ass as, without warning, his long, razor-sharp fangs bit deeply into her femoral artery in the inner thigh. She gasped, the small foothills of an orgasm trembling within her reproductive tract.

As a vampire, the Count knew that Gina would not be harmed permanently, but the mixture of pain and a vampire's aphrodisiac venom flooded her bloodstream as he alternatively gave and received of her bloodstream, licking and sucking at her pussy, her clitoris, and even the perineum between her vagina and her anus. His tongue elongated further than any mortal's ever could, writhing wetly deep into her reproductive tract, caressing her labia and her vaginal walls, even tonguing her moist, slippery cervix as his hands explored every part of her body they could reach. She screamed in orgasm, her body bucking wildly as his tongue seemed to be everywhere inside of her at once, writhing, caressing, wet, sinful, and infinitely pleasurable.

Vampires survive, in part, because of their ability to incite lust. And when two vampires are simultaneously practicing this ability upon one another, it can result in levels of arousal for both of them that are utterly incomprehensible to most mortals. It was in the throes of such wild, unrestrained passion that the Count, with a sweep of his arm, cleared off an antique rosewood table beside the two. A priceless, centuries old Ming dynasty vase shattered on the floor, and the genuine Tiffany lamp was forever destroyed. Brudah could clean up that rubbish later; none of that mattered now as the Count literally picked Gina up, kissing her desperately, their aphrodisiac-laced saliva mingling wetly as their tongues moved together, his massive cock sawing against the underside of her drenched vagina.

The venom from his bite was flowing through her veins like glorious, electrified lava that drove Gina out of her mind with lust. Her natural lubrication was literally dripping from her as the Count's cock, so near and yet not inside of her yet, teased near her opening.

Handling the lithe teenager's body as easily as if she were a rag-doll, he threw her over the table, bent over so that her enticing ass thrust backwards towards him. Together, they shrieked in triumph as his long, thick cock lined with thick veins speared deep into Gina's reproductive tract. He leaned over her, grabbing a fist full of her hair near the scalp so that pulling her hair would cause her more pleasure than discomfort. As he rasped inside of her depths, his swollen cock-head battered against her cervix and his body slapped loudly against her own. With the hand that was clutching her hair, he pulled her head back, stretching out her neck. With the other, he moistened his fingers with the fluids that literally dripped from where they were joined and he skillfully massaged her pussy.

Her neck was arched gracefully backwards, her hair flopping wildly as he pounded into her depths. Her eyes were wide with pleasure and anticipation as the Count leaned in, more beast than rational being. Pleasure exploded inside of Gina's body as the Count's teeth pierced her skin, at once sucking her blood and injecting his own, their bond renewed just as it had that fateful night when she had hitchhiked with him. Her pussy clenched around the Count's thick cock in the second mighty orgasm she would experience that night. She screamed out her joy and pleasure, her cries echoing off of the walls and joining with the wet sounds of copulation and the loud slapping of their flesh as he thrust deeply inside of her.

 

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I whimpered in desire as Yorga was on her like a beast on prey. I was bared to him vulnerable. "Mmmmmm yes, ravish me!" I cried out. I kissed him back with equal ferocity moaning a femine growl as my body roughly ground against his. My body was arched giving him access to all of me. My breasts, my stomach, and pussy. "Ohhhhhhh fuck yes!" I cried out as I lapped at my swollen clit and sliding his tongue in and out of me. The bite felt exquisite as I came for him the first time. I licked her lips in pleasure as he continued to assault my pussy with his tongue. we were all over the room roughly fucking which mean Brudah was going to have one hell of a mess to clean up. He was a voyeur so I could see the dirty man watching us. The only way he would get fun is if he forced it from a girl. He almost tried to have his way with some of the girls before they were turned, but it was quickly stopped.

I could feel the venom in my veins from my love's bite making me dizzy, but consumed by lust intensifying the feel of his touch and tongue. I was positively drenched. I screamed in animalistic pleasure as he mated with me. It was a good thing I was with him. He would have done the same to Cassandra, but that was to be tomorrow. He impaled me hard on his cock and began fucking me in wild abandon. "Ahhhhhh!" I cried out as I felt his thick cock piston it way in and out of my pussy. His fingers entwined with my hair roughly pulling it. He bit me the way he did when he first took me. I came for him again.

 

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Glorious pleasure flooded my senses as Gina came on my cock, her warm insides bathing my manhood in her sweet nectar as we fucked. A woman's arousal is by far the best thing about sex, and her body's reaction told me that she was getting exactly what she wanted. So was I.

I pounded forcefully into her from behind, the firm muscles of my lower abdomen slapping hard against the graceful curves of her buttocks which rippled time and time again from the impact. I pulled her hair back hard as I slammed against her cervix, my other hand groping her breasts roughly as we mated. I needed her desperately, and delighted in the pleasure as I felt her thrust back at me with equal fervor. I slapped her ass hard as I pounded into her, the reverberating crack of my hand against her skin echoing from the walls of the dimly-lit chamber.

She was still impaled upon my cock as I picked her up, carrying her towards the bearskin rug that lay on the floor in front of the roaring fireplace. I positioned her on all fours facing away from me, never missing a beat as I pounded into her delicious vagina. I slapped her ass again, pulling out of her for a moment. I ran my long tongue up the slit of her vagina from behind, feeling the graceful curves of her ass against my face. It should surprise no one that a being with enough control over his body to become an invisible mist or a bat can also make his tongue far longer than usual at will. From behind, my tongue burrowed deep into her pussy, tasting the sweet fluids that her body was making for me, tonguing the opening to her cervix. I turned my head, my teeth scoring the pale, delicate skin of her butt cheek. Slowly, ensuring that she would feel the rough surface of my tongue caressing the walls of her pussy, I pulled out of her wet, red, swollen vagina. My tongue caressed the puckered opening to her anus for a moment, and I moved to bite her ass. I smiled; the wounds on her inner thigh and neck were already healed.

I was ready for more copulation with her as I positioned myself behind her and entered her pussy again. My hands caressed her beautiful body, roaming roughly over her breasts, pinching her nipples, slapping her ass as I pounded into her from behind. She thrust back at me hard, but I was much larger and more powerful than she. With each mighty thrust into her, her entire body shook as I thrust her down into the soft fur of the bearskin rug. She was soon lying prone on the floor beneath me, her legs spread as I pounded into her from behind. My hands kneaded her ass cheeks as my cock roughly rasped into her sweet hole. I was enjoying myself immensely.

Gina turned her head to look at me, her eyes sparkling in the firelight. Her arousal shining in her face.

I looked at her sweet, innocent-looking face and smiled as my thick cock continued to stretch her vaginal walls apart, her sweet labia moving in time to my thrusts as they clung to the girth of my manhood. "So, my love. I can cum inside of you now, or we can do more. Cassandra has inflamed me to the point that I could do this with you all night, but I want you to be satisfied! Tell me what your body needs, Gina."

 

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Gina

I cried out in pleasure as the Count continued to fuck my pussy after my orgasm. I moved my hips in rhythm with his. "Ohhhhhhh my love!" I moaned especially when he slapped my ass hard. After a little bit, he stopped and I felt him lean in. I gasped as I felt his very long tongue lick my ass as he fucked me, then felt his sharp fangs bite the tender flesh there. He also licked my pussy "Oh fuck yes!" I screamed loving what my master was doing to me.
Once again, he entered me and fucked me even harder. I moaned in pain and pleasure as he pinched my nipples. I met his thrusts even harder getting close to cumming again for him, but I controlled it for the time being. His hands were all over my body fondling especially my breasts, ass, sides, and thighs.

"So, my love. I can cum inside of you now, or we can do more. Cassandra has inflamed me to the point that I could do this with you all night, but I want you to be satisfied! Tell me what your body needs, Gina."

I replied, "I want to do more. Please continue to make love to me. May I suck your cock?" I did not know if we stopped that he would go after Cassandra.
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The dreams that I was having was erotic. All I could think about was what happened when me and the Count were practicing our roles. I could still feel his touch on my body. I writhed in the bed moaning. I could not wait until the next day.

 

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Count Yorga smiled. "Indeed you may suck my cock!" he said with delight as he rammed his thick cock roughly into Gina's sweet pussy. He grabbed her hips with his powerful hands, bringing his hand down hard and spanking her, slapping her ass even as he pounded into her. His hands roamed and caressed her body, applying just the right amount of pain with which to season the sweetness of her body's ecstasy. For several more minutes, he continued to spear into Gina's body, impaling her womb with his manhood. During their mating, requests for changing positions were seldom immediate in nature if one partner was going strong.

Pulling out of her sweet body, the Count lay on the floor. "Yes, my love, pleasure me with your mouth. And, if you would grant me even greater pleasure, please allow me to taste your sweet nectar as well!" Gina and the Count's bodies were of proportions where a 69 could be effected with neither partner having to reach in an uncomfortable manner, and the Count had always loved the way that Gina's pussy smelled, tasted, and felt against his face.

As Gina moved to mount him, he looked above his face. His already impossibly hard cock pulsed with excitement as he saw Gina's sweet pussy, so close to him. He grabbed her hips, pulling her to him even as her mouth enveloped his cock. He licked and sucked at the juncture of her pale thighs, lapping her delicious fluids and savoring the taste of her delicious musk.

Even among mortals, a woman's vagina produces delightful fluids that can drive a man wild with desire. Between the sweet petals of her vaginal opening, the scent of her pheremone-laden fluids can flood out the reason of even the strongest of men. But Gina was not a mortal woman. Her vampiric fluids against Count Yorga's tongue, with their supernatural aphrodisiac effects, soon had him wild with lust as he licked and sucked at her pussy, his tongue caressing her, extending to unnatural length as it burrowed deep inside of her body to lick against her cervix, the rough surface of his tongue massaging and caressing the muscular vaginal walls. It was heavenly for both partners.

He needed her desperately, and the Count's entire universe contained nothing but Gina's mouth and the glorious sexual ecstasy that she brought him as he felt her mouth descend upon his thick member. He gasped, his tongue working frantically at Gina's moist slit.

He pulled his tongue from her pussy for a mere moment. For a second, his tongue seemed forked like a snake's. Then a third branch stemmed from his tongue, as the original slit grew longer, deeper. Extending two branches of his tongue back into Gina, one of his tongues filled Gina's pussy, while the other tongued the outside of her asshole. A third nub caressed wetly around the outside of Gina's pussy, moistly licking against her clitoris. The Count pressed harder, and a branch of his tongue entered Gina's asshole, licking her in the dirtiest and most forbidden place with lust and enjoyment. Her entire body was beautiful and desirable to him, and he made certain that she would know it as he clutched hard at her hips, pulling her to his face and impaling both of her lower openings with the tongues that writhed and caressed her most intimate parts, both inside and out.

As he tongued Gina's body, he felt glorious, ecstatic sexual pleasure as Gina began to suck his cock in earnest.

 

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Gina

After fucking my pussy a little longer, we both got into position so that I could suck him of as he licked my pussy. I took his cock into my mouth and began lovingly sucking on it. I want to please him as well. I moan as the length of it moves in and out of my mouth. I use my tongue on it as well licking it as I sucked on it. The great thing about being a vampiress was the fact that I would have given Linda Lovelace a run for her money in regards to deep throating techinique. "Mmmmmmmmm!" I moaned as I felt his tongue between the silken folds of my pussy and especially enjoyed it when I felt his tongue split and lick both holes. My master's cock tasted magnificent.

 

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As Gina's mouth moved over the Count's manhood, his unnatural tongue moves deeper into her pussy, caressing the opening into her womb deep inside of your sweet vagina, my tongue pressing against the smooth, slippery muscles inside of your body on one side, and on the other side my tongue burrowing deep inside of your ass. You feel your sphincter stretch tightly around the wet tongue that invades your forbidden hole, the rough surface caressing as it elongates unnaturally, stretching deep into your bowels. You can feel the tongues writhe inside of you, caressing and massaging you in places that mortals spend an entire lifetime without being touched as a third branch of my tongue moves slowly around your clitoris, providing indirect stimulation that will not push you over the edge too quickly. We are in no hurry.

My hands grip firmly around your hips, clenching tightly around the glorious mounds of your ass cheeks. Our bodies press firmly together as we pleasure one another. You can feel the firm muscles of your master beneath you, the hard, ridged surface of my thick cock deep in your mouth, and my tongues burrowing deep into your pussy and ass as we move together rhythmically on the floor.

I move my tongues inside of your ass and pussy more rapidly, caressing every part of your insides, as the small branch of a tongue that works on your clitoris begins to move feverishly over your sensitive nub. I want to taste your cum; I need to taste your sweet orgasmic juices. And I know the power of our race; your vampiric cum is going to excite me to such an extent that our mating will be wild, uncontrolled, rough and primal. Whether or not you taste my cum, I will get to cum again. And this time, it will be deep inside of your pussy as we bond together as a master and one of his brides.

The powers of our race have given us an eternity to enjoy such pleasures together, and soon Cassandra will be joining us. My hands clench tightly around your butt cheeks as the pleasure from your mouth begins to build. You feel amazing on my cock, your skill driving me wild with desire. Every part of us craves and needs the other as, together, we labor ecstatically to bring the other one over the edge. You feel my trembling hands clenching hard around your hips as the pleasure from your masterful blowjob brings me ever closer to a spiraling supernova of unspeakable pleasure inside of your beautiful body.