"Dracula's Kinky Bitches"
by J.D. Savanyu
Transylvania, 1890
A foggy autumn night in the remote Carpathian mountains. Eszter snuck out of her parent's house and stepped out to a moonlit night, lighting a small torch and strolling downhill through an apple orchard. Heading toward another midnight tryst with Laszlo, a charming sheep herder. Her Catholic parents didn't approve of their relationship because Laszlo was Eastern Orthodox . . . but that gorgeous eighteen year old blonde always got what
she
wanted.
Eszter wove her way through the apple trees, heading toward a gazebo by a babbling mountain stream where Laszlo always waited for his secret lover to arrive. The tingling in her pussy grew unbearably strong; starving for rough sex from an alpha male stud. She glanced up toward a high cliff in the distance, with a huge ancient castle at the very top where Count Dracula dwelt for as long as anyone could remember. Her superstitious neighbors believed the reclusive Dracula was a bloodthirsty vampire, but Eszter was too blinded by love to heed their warnings not to venture out after dusk.
A large bat flew right in front of her, screeching loudly. It landed on a nearby tree branch and gazed directly into her big beautiful blue eyes, filling her with a strange hypnotic sensation. It flew away a moment later, and the sensation immediately dissipated, with her horniness returning even stronger. Eszter continued toward the gazebo, lifting her nightgown over her head to present her nude voluptuous body to Laszlo.
As she drew closer, the silhouette of a tall heavily built man emerged from the swirling fog in the dim lamplight. Her girlish gait quickened with excitement . . . but then she realized something wasn't right. This man's attire was much more fancy than Laszlo's humble pastoral garb. He wore a fine three-piece suit with a tall starched collar and a flowing cape that trailed down to his knees, like the cliché dapper villains she saw in travelling minstrel shows. A strange compelling force kept drawing her closer, enhanced by the soothing sound of flowing water in the rocky stream.
"Laszlo?" Eszter asked meekly.
"I am not Laszlo, my darling. I am Count
Dracula
," he uttered creepily. His voice was deep and deeply disturbing, and so was his face. Her rational mind warned her that he might be a dangerous criminal, but hypnotic fascination kept her feet moving forward.
"Have you seen my lover, Sir Count?" she asked awkwardly.
"Laszlo has abandoned you, my lovely
kedves virág
. I am far better than that dim-witted shepherd. I am your heart's true desire."
Dracula's mystic allure led her right into his burly arms. He tenderly caressed her soft pale nude flesh, running his hands over down her back and over her firm heart-shaped ass. His large penis swelled up inside his pants, pressing against her flat sexy belly. Ritual arousal made him grin sleazily, revealing a pair of sharp inhuman fangs.
"Why are your teeth so long and sharp, Dracula?"
"Never mind that. Your body is so warm, and so soft. I want to make rough love to you, much better than that worthless oaf you've been sneaking around with."
"Oh yes. Ravage my body like a royal courtesan, Sir Count!" she groaned, with an overpowering submissive urge taking complete control of her. She tilted her head back toward the foggy night sky, draping her gleaming blonde hair down her slender back. He kissed her silky neck while unbuttoning his pants. Flicking his rough tongue and scraping his fangs against her soft flesh. Kinky foreplay for wild sex, followed by a vampiric "main course."
Dracula's massive manhood was soon jutting free, pointing long and hard at her. He rammed that huge rod through her moist pink cuntlips, making her groan with intense erotic pleasure. He fucked her hard in the standing missionary position for a minute, and then he shoved her torso downward against the wooden beams of the gazebo, and tied her wrists together behind her back with a length of rope. Spanking her amazing ass over and over while fucking that rustic country bitch so hard.
"Oh my god, you are so
good
," Eszter groaned. "Keep pounding my pussy like a savage brute!"
"God damn, you dirty fucking
gazda szajha
," he growled fiercely, spanking her in a rapid blur. "Sneaking away from your parents like a naughty little girl."
"Fuck yes, I am such a disobedient
fiatal parázna menyecske
. Spank me harder!"
Dracula smacked her ass with relentless aggression while slamming his cock balls-deep in her dripping wet twat. His demonic lust was utterly insatiable, just like his thirst for blood. Meanwhile, a pack of wolves emerged from a thick hillside forest and circled the gazebo. The dim torchlight reflected off their lolling tongues and maniacal eyes; brainwashed into blind obedience by their undead master. He grabbed Eszter's long golden hair and yanked her head back, growling in harmony with his lupine soldiers.
She climaxed five times over the next ten minutes, squirting all over the gazebo. Her ecstatic wailing drove him to an absolute frenzy, matched by the wolves as they leaped and howled around the perimeter. He finally reached an unmistakable orgasm, roaring toward the foggy moon while blasting his unholy seed deep into her young mortal body. She went limp in total ecstasy in his muscular arms, moaning like a pathetic little girl. Dracula growled with surging masculine triumph, still thrusting hard against her wide child-bearing hips.
"Oh
fuuuuck
, good girl!" he howled fiercely. His sexual appetite soon gave way to a darker primitive appetite. "Now that I've taken your heart, I must taste your blood!"
Dracula bared his fangs just like the wolves, and plunged them deep into her neck. Making her moan harshly, half in pain and half in submissive masochistic pleasure. The bitter metallic tang of blood rushed against his tongue, filling his warped mind with devilish triumph. He kept slurping that warm blood down his throat, not stopping until he consumed a full two pints. Leaving his thirst far from fully sated. But it was enough to sustain his unnatural life for several days, while he enacted a brilliant scheme to spread the plague of vampirism throughout Europe and beyond.
He pulled back while groaning awkwardly, with red droplets running down his ghostly white chin. Leaving his victim standing in the middle of her parent's gazebo with a blank expression on her face, in a catatonic semi-undead trance.
"Come along to my castle, darling. My three lovely brides are eager to, ah . . . make your acquaintance," Dracula added slyly. He led his latest victim uphill along the babbling stream, with the wolves still trailing behind, yelping madly with the thrill of the hunt. Eszter was so entranced by the Count's mystic allure, she failed to notice the bloody dismembered carcass of Laszlo next to a boulder. Her shepherd boyfriend was ripped to shreds by those demonic wolves just five minutes before she encountered Count Dracula.
He led her half a mile uphill to a winding mountain road, guiding her into a carriage with a stately white stallion. He picked her up and set her down in the passenger seat, then he spurred his horse Sandor up a steep treacherous slope toward his huge medieval castle. Ten minutes later, he finally arrived at the creepy crumbling fortress; tying the horses up in a stable and carrying Eszter across the threshold like a barely legal bride on her wedding night.
Dracula carried her up a long gothic staircase lined with fading moth-eaten tapestries depicting Crusade knights in shining armor, including Dracula himself. Engaged in brutal combat with the Turkish cavalry on a Dalmatian meadow, nearly five hundred years ago when he was known as "Vlad the Impaler." He marched down a long hallway full of dusty rooms that were once the summer living quarters of a noble Hungarian family, but were never used by the reclusive vampiric Count. Fifty rooms were spread across five levels in the castle, but most of them were locked, and he'd long since forgotten where the keys were.
The count opened one of the few unlocked doors, revealing what was once a master bedroom, full of dusty medieval furniture. He lay Eszter's hibernating body down on a gilded four-post bed, sighing at her radiant appearance in half-life. Dracula marched farther down the hall, hearing the muted giggling of three young women in a distant music room. His penis rose again with kinky desire, eager to tame his rebellious vampiric castle maidens. Peering through the slightly open door, he saw three naked vixens making Sapphic love to each other on a bearskin rug, in front of a three hundred year-old harpsichord.
Ila and Renata were raven-haired beauties, while Aura was a blonde bombshell like Eszter. They were all ghostly pale with vicious fangs, yet they fornicated with spry feminine grace. Sucking, scissoring, and finger-fucking like the high class harlots they once were, in a luxurious Budapest brothel.
Dracula stroked his cock slowly while watching the hot lesbian action, recalling his dissolute halcyon days of yore, when he often stumbled into that Hungarian house of ill repute after nights full of drinking and gambling with Hapsburg nobles. Aura was his favorite courtesan, but Ila and Renata were equally adept at satisfying his ravenous sexual appetite. They couldn't get enough of his aggressive kinky style, loving how he hogtied them with intricate knots and whipped them like Lippizaner stallions, raising them to dizzying heights of masochistic pleasure.
Their pain thresholds were impressively high . . . and they went even higher after he vampirized those vapid cunts. He swept them away from the hustle and bustle of Budapest, taking them away to his remote cliffside manor in the Carpathian mountains. An eternal concubine for an evil undead mastermind; watching the centuries go by through a dreamy haze of satanic lust.
Dracula's castle maidens twisted and pressed their nude buxom bodies together like vipers in a mating nest, drawing closer and closer to mutually powerful orgasms. Moaning louder and louder with surging erotic energy. Just when they were about to cum in simultaneous glory, he burst into the room and drew them apart from ten feet away with a magical wave of his right hand.
"That's enough sinful sodomy, ladies."
"Aww," they whined adorably, with their sweet voices inflected by demonic undertones.
"You never let us climax together, Dracula," Renata whined. "You who never truly loved anyone."
"I am your master, and only
