It was a cool October evening. The moon was full and a fine mist had spread across the village.
Alexandria closed the blinds with trembling hands. She was nervous. She nearly tripped as she went to the next window, her heart pounding in her chest as she moved.
Her husband the minister was called to a special meeting at the church. She had been told about beautiful women mysteriously being attacked in the night and the hypnotic stare that the stranger used on his victims. Alexandria drew the curtains, and noticed her palms were sweaty. She moved to each window, closing the blinds feeling her tingling body. Her heart seemed to stop as she saw the picture of her husband on the dresser. She loved him so much.
She went into the bathroom. She decided to retire early after taking a nice hot bath. She unbuttoned her maternity top with her fingers and placed it in the hamper. She then unzipped her skirt and placed in the same. She deftly unhooked the gold cross that always hung around her neck and placed it on the counter. She then reached behind herself to unsnap her maternity bra that held her swollen breasts. Next she removed her panties and stood before the mirror, her large breasts, engorged with milk, sagging only slightly, her belly swollen with their first child. She looked at herself as she rearranged her long auburn hair into a ponytail. At 5'10", she had long silky hair, creamy white skin and a breathtaking figure. She stepped into the bathtub and let her body be engulfed by the hot water.
It felt good as the water seemed to wash away all her cares and the worries. Her husband would be out long and she was concerned. She stepped out of the tub feeling a little better than when she stepped in.
She gazed out of the window at the eerie mountains that surrounded the village. In the distance she could see the foreboding shape of Castle Dracula. She had been warned several times by the villagers about the vampire legends. She put on a flannel nightgown and got into bed some how forgetting the cross. She snuggled under the covers against the cool mountain air and quickly fell asleep.
The fine mist that was covering the village seeped into Alexandria's bedroom. The mist took human form, from it a dark stranger appeared.
Alexandria woke to an intruder in her bedroom. The stranger gazed into her eyes and she felt slowly compelled to draw aside the covers. She tried to fight it but her will was non-existent.
The stranger moved closer towards her as she lay there frozen in terror. The dark figure was wearing a floor length black cape. His face was as handsome and his skin was a chalky white, devoid of any color whatsoever. The most terrifying aspect about him was the parts of his eyes that should have been white. Instead, they were blood red!
Try as she would, she couldn't break away from his hypnotic gaze. Without uttering a word, the figure gave her a command. She understood and sat upright in bed. Although she was fighting it; she slowly lifted her nightgown off and let it slip silently to the floor. The figure liked what he saw as a faint smile came to his lips. He drank in her beauty staring at the defenseless prize that cowered before him. Alexandria was then commanded to lie back on the bed. She spread her legs, bent her knees and run her hands along the inside of her thighs. She uncontrollably ran the fingers of one hand through her bush teasing the outside of her pussy. The other hand massaged her nipples into erection. Her fingers slipped inside her warm twat gently caressing her clitoris. She was breathing heavily partly from fear and partly from the sexual stimulation that she was being forced to give herself.
For what seemed like an eternity, the figure watched his prisoner masturbating herself into a sexual frenzy commanding her to back off whenever she sensed that she was going to climax. Alexandria was beside herself. The juices flowed from her pussy as she felt the tide of sexual arousal takes its toll. She was silently commanded to spread the lips of her vagina and had no choice but to comply. The stranger then slowly bent down and moved his head towards her pussy. Alexandria saw his mouth open in anticipation and what she saw made her blood run cold. He had two white fangs that gleamed in the moonlight room. He bent down between her legs and she felt his ice cold tongue lapping the juices that flowed from between her legs. Like a dog, he slowly ran his tongue from the bottom of her slit to her clitoris. Alexandria's terror was laced with the forbidden lust that had been brought on by this apparent visitor from the grave.
When he finally finished, he got up and stared at her for a long time. Alexandria somehow understood that she was now at his mercy, forced to obey his every command. She could think clearly but was unable to choose not to comply.
He slowly approached her and with his hand reached out to squeeze and caress one of her creamy breasts
The Dark visitor finally spoke.
