I have awaited his arrival. My hunger, my thirst, my desire- I can contain it no longer. My sisters and I- Dracula’s vampire brides- will finally have him tonight. Jonathan. We know Vlad shall be furious with us but we do not care… we need his blood. I sense him now as I have since he arrived at the castle that dark night. From deep within the castle walls in this old harem room I have smelled the scent of Jonathan Harker’s blood carried on an icy draft throughout the halls. I breathed it in deeply then, aroused by the aroma.
I hear a door moan open. He is close. My sisters and I cannot help but caress ourselves in anticipation. We are so thirsty. In the next room I know he has opened our chest of perfume… once he has inhaled the potion his abilities to resist shall be nonexistent. We smile in satisfaction, cautiously tonguing our dagger-sharp teeth. It is time.
“Jonathan… Jonathan come to me…” I whisper. “Come…” As his hand reaches for the curtain to our ancient harem, I will it to open. The tinkling of the bells around our ankles fills the room as our throaty groans of desire echo against the walls. Finally he crosses the cobwebbed threshold, his feet carrying him to the bed. “Lie down…” we three urge him in unison. He lowers himself onto our bed and sees the prints I leave on the lushly blanketed floor before he ever sees my immortal body. “Lie back, Jonathan…” I again whisper. My sisters and I now await him beneath the blankets. At last he falls onto his back. I can hear his breathing quickening in expectation.
My head is revealed through the sheets between his knees. Slowly I rise up, looking him in the eyes, running my hands over his thighs. He begins to move his hips rhythmically. I wear an elaborate gypsy-like headdress over my long, soft, sable mane, yet my full breasts are bare. As he takes in the sight of me, he gives in to the pleasure he knows I shall bring him and allows his eyes to roll into the back of his head as it falls back into the silk pillows. His grunts only serve to increase my need.
To each side of him the blankets pull away, exposing to Jonathan my voluptuous sisters, clad only in sheer silk and gold jewelry. They too move in on him, nipples and tongues protruding. Crawling up the length of him, I tear his shirt free of his chest- only to reveal a very distressing sight. A crucifix adorns his neck. I struggle not to snarl at it as I call upon my immortal powers to dissolve the monstrosity. Greedily I lick the base of his neck where the cross rested only moments ago.
I rub my smooth legs against his pelvis and allow my supple red lips to meet his in a passionate kiss. My crimson-haired sister enjoys the skin on his wrist… I can tell she will not wait much longer to taste more than just his skin. The four of us are a mess of tangled legs and fingers. My other sister sweeps her long pale curls off her shoulder, closing in to run her wet tongue along Jonathan’s jaw line, her breasts rubbing on his shoulder. Beneath me I feel every part of his body responding. His blood is coursing through his boiling veins at full-force now.
Touching, licking, kissing, caressing, we all begin to reach a point of frenzy. Our appetite cannot be controlled for another moment. Sharp teeth penetrate soft skin and succulent blood is at long last permitted to flow free of Jonathan’s veins. At the site of blood, I lose control over myself and for a moment my once-soft hair transforms into coiling snakes. His psyche challenged even more, Jonathan looks at me with wild eyes, unsure of whether he should be horrified at these events. Quickly I regain enough control to make the snakes subside. My beauty returned, he is placated enough to once again relax and enjoy his pain.
Lowering my head to his pelvis, I unbutton his trousers. He looks me in the eye as I smile devilishly at him, revealing my fangs. My sisters continue to devour him. I do not mind that they get the first blood, because I shall have the best. My watering mouth closes around his member, bringing him all at once pain and pleasure so intense he lurches straight up in the bed- mouth agape, eyes wide, a near-scream escaping his parted lips. This is what I have desired all along. He is pulled fiercely back down- we are not done with him yet. My sisters and I kiss each other, sharing his blood, passing it from tongue to tongue.
Just as the four of us join in a kiss there is a flash of fire and a loud burst. As feared, Vlad has found us before we have been completely satiated. Frightened of his retribution, our spell broken, we turn for a moment into the freaks we are. Two of us are suddenly joined at our sex and the other flies to the safety of the high ceiling. Long crimson-colored robes flowing, Vlad shouts at us, “How dare you touch him! He belongs to me!” Upset by the interruption, my sister on the ceiling tells him that he has never loved… she is naïve, and she does not know. Vehemently he tells us, “Yes, I have loved. And I shall love again.” We know not his meaning, nor do we care right now. The sweet taste of blood in our mouths has only increased our thirst. We must have more.
Jonathan Harker sits alone amongst the blood-stained blankets now. Sweating, his face and neck spotted with his own fresh blood, he watches as my sisters and I crawl along the dusty floor, following Vlad into another curtained room like dogs. Blood-dogs. “Are we to have nothing tonight?” I ask Vlad sweetly. I know he cannot deny me. He smiles at me as he turns to fetch us our nightly indulgence. I look around at my sisters and we exchange excited glances. What will it be tonight? we all wonder silently.
We hear a cry as he turns back to us. It is an infant! All at once we reach for the child, thirsting for its untainted young blood. I take it in my arms and carry it to the floor. Behind me I vaguely hear screams and laughter blending together as I drink greedily.