FANGS AND FOREPLAY… THE EROTIC ADVENTURES OF DRACULA.
A NOVEL BY SANDRA HARRIS. ©
BOOK 3- CHAPTER 3.
‘Do you think she’s growing as much as she should be?’ said Anna, peering anxiously over the top of the crib.
‘Yes, Countess,’ replied Valeria confidently as she tickled the chubby-faced baby under the chin. The baby gurgled delightedly in response. ‘You worry too much. Look,’ added Valeria, holding up the baby’s bottle for the mother’s inspection. ‘She’s drunk every drop of her bottle of blood, like the good healthy little baby she is. And her sweet little fangs are already coming through. If she keeps this up, in fact, we may have to start her on solids soon.’
‘You mean like animal hearts and livers, that kind of thing?’ said Anna, only slightly comforted. As a new mother, she worried night and day about the health of her infant. Valeria nodded.
‘Try not to worry,’ she urged her mistress soothingly. ‘Baby Lucretia’s absolutely fine.’
‘Except that she’s scarcely seen her father since she was born,’ retorted Anna, unable- or unwilling- to keep the bitterness out of her voice. ‘If the baby had been a boy, he’d be in the nursery night and day, checking on the progress of his precious son and heir. As it is, he’s only set foot in here a handful of times since the birth. Lucretia won’t even recognise him as her father if this continues for much longer.’
Valeria was silent. There wasn’t much she could say to her mistress’s comments. It was certainly true enough that Count Dracula had given every impression of being disappointed that his first child with Countess Anna, formerly Lady Anna Carfax of Richmond House, was a mere girl and not the son he’d longed for her to produce. It was also true that his appearances in the nursery were so rare as to excite comment all over the household when they occurred. Then she said, intending to soothe:
‘I’m sure that your next child with the Count will be a boy, Countess.’
‘Chance would be a fine thing,’ scorned Anna, although her voice trembled. ‘He hasn’t approached me in that way since Lucretia was born. It’s as if he sees me only as a mother to Lucretia and nothing else now. I’ve lost my allure for him.
‘Well, it’s his loss,’ she added, tossing her head and her fabulous mane of long blonde hair along with it. ‘If he prefers to whore about with his handmaidens rather than attend at my bedchamber like any decent husband would, well then, he is the one who loses out.’
Valeria was not fooled for an instant by her mistress’s false bravado. She knew how much it cost Countess Anna in suffering to be overlooked night after night for the nubile young handmaidens, the young vampire women in Dracula’s care whose bodies had not been stretched and pulled about by the ordeal of childbirth.
Count Dracula had abducted Anna from her virginal bedchamber in her Victorian London home in the Autumn of 1888, when the whole of London had been up in arms about the terror that stalked the streets of Whitechapel.
Now, almost a full year later, the murderer known as Jack The Ripper still eluded the police and so did the so-called ‘person or persons unknown’ who had abducted Anna so stealthily from her home. Count Dracula was of course exceedingly well versed in hiding his tracks.
‘Perhaps you could- pardon me, my Lady- invite the Count to your bedchamber personally and- ahem- seduce him,’ suggested Valeria slyly. She knew Count Dracula inside-out. He would never refuse an invitation to engage in sexual congress with a beautiful woman, and Anna was still breath-takingly enchanting to look at. Anna looked doubtful for a moment.
‘Do you think he would come?’ she asked Valeria, her personal handmaiden and only friend in Dracula’s isolated castle in the English countryside. Valeria nodded emphatically.
‘Oh yes, Milady,’ she replied. ‘I will go immediately now and draw a bath for you so that you can prepare for his coming.’
She clapped her hands together imperiously for the nursemaid. Instantly, one of the handmaidens appeared from behind a curtain and seated herself beside the baby’s crib. At Anna’s insistence, the infant was watched night and day. Lucretia was her first-born child and Anna doted on her.
Someone had to, Anna thought miserably as Valeria led her away to the bath-chamber. And if her father showed no interest in the child, then she, Anna, would have to compensate for his shortcomings. And compensate she would. Baby Lucretia was a precious little demon. Anna would kill for her if she had to…
FANGS AND FOREPLAY… THE EROTIC ADVENTURES OF DRACULA.
A NOVEL BY SANDRA HARRIS. ©
BOOK 3- CHAPTER 4.
In the bath-chamber, Anna disrobed before the full-length mirror, allowing one of the nude handmaidens to take each garment from her as she discarded it. She scrutinised her naked body critically in the mirror for a long time.
Her hair was long and thick and blonde and her skin was still milky-white and pampered. But was her body a little fuller than before, she wondered worriedly as she ran her hands over her breasts, belly and buttocks, or was it just her imagination? She certainly wasn’t imagining the stretch-marks that criss-crossed her heavy breasts and her belly, her belly that was softer now and neither as taut nor as flat as before the birth of her child.
‘Don’t worry about it, Countess,’ urged Valeria, knowing immediately what was on her mistress’s mind. ‘You can’t expect to have a baby and remain completely unchanged. It suits you to be a little fuller of figure since Lucretia. It makes you look even more womanly and feminine than before, and you know that that’s what the Count appreciates in a woman.’
Anna wasn’t convinced. The Count had not made love to her since she’d been pregnant with Lucretia. He hadn’t even come to her bed-chamber to give her her customary nightly whippings and spankings. She dearly missed his strict discipline.
Valeria had attempted to take the Count’s place by wielding the whip herself over Anna’s bare back, buttocks and thighs but Anna craved the Count’s touch most of all. Perhaps tonight would be the night that their loving discipline sessions resumed. She would certainly do her utmost to see to it that he was attracted to her tonight, so attracted that he could not refuse her attentions.
‘I want Camille to do my hair and see to my cosmetics,’ ordered Anna as, stark naked, she descended the three steps down into the sunken bath-tub. ‘She has a magical touch when it comes to these things.’
‘Yes, my Lady,’ murmured Valeria as she climbed down into the bath-tub alongside her mistress. ‘I will bring her to you myself after your bath.’
Valeria took the fragranced soap and soft sponge being held out to her by one of the nude handmaidens in attendance and began to wash Anna’s bare body, starting with her large, milky-white breasts and working her way down in sweeping circular motions towards the triangle of soft fuzzy blonde hair between her thighs.
Anna stood quietly while Valeria bathed her, her thoughts miles away. She was wondering where her Master was now, and in whose bed he was partaking of the sexual congress which he seemed to need more frequently than mortal men did.
Idly, she felt Valeria’s sponge caress her bare buttocks, the twin white globes that the Count had previously so enjoyed spanking and whipping.
At the thought of a good hard spanking on her unprotected buttocks from Count Dracula, her breath quickened and she felt a stirring between her legs, where her secret place was. When Dracula touched her there, she forgot everything she’d ever known about everything and just gave herself up to him utterly. The Last Trumpet could sound to herald the coming of The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse and she wouldn’t even hear it.
When Valeria placed the sponge between her mistress’s thighs, Anna’s response was instantaneous. She moaned and gripped Valeria’s hand hard, so that each of them held onto the sponge that moved back and forth between Anna’s thighs.
‘I want to come, Valeria,’ Anna moaned, closing her thighs together urgently and trapping Valeria’s hand between them. ‘I need to come. Help me.’
Valeria smiled and obligingly dropped the sponge into the foamy scented water, using her clever fingers to bring her mistress to orgasm as she had done so many times before. Anna caressed her own and Valeria’s bare soapy breasts as her climax overtook her. She was almost crying with pleasure, mixed with a desolate anguish that it wasn’t her husband and Master who was making her feel that way.
‘I want the Count to do this to me tonight,’ she whispered as the last contractions of her orgasm faded away and left her clinging to Valeria, naked and spent.
‘He will, I promise you,’ replied Valeria, fervently hoping that she would be proven right. ‘I will make sure that he receives the message to come to your bedchamber. Once he is there, my Lady, the rest is up to you…’
AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY OF SANDRA HARRIS.
Sandra Harris is a Dublin-based novelist, film blogger and movie reviewer. She has studied Creative Writing and Film-Making. She has published a number of e-books on the following topics: horror film reviews, multi-genre film reviews, womens’ fiction, erotic fiction, erotic horror fiction and erotic poetry. Several new books are currently in the pipeline. You can browse or buy any of Sandra’s books by following the link below straight to her Amazon Author Page:
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