The Nosferatu had slept for hundreds of years. No one knew the last time he had seen the world. Kingdoms and empires had risen and fallen while he was asleep in his ancient crypt. It was time for him to wake and walk the earth once more. Before he could leave his tomb he needed blood, he needed to grow strong once more. His followers had been busy, gathering young women and girls, his preferred tastes, and dragging them to his lair.
I was here, in a crowd of scared girls, ready to be fed to the Nosferatu and I watched, quietly aroused and in awe as he fed on the latest naked maiden. She was led up by the followers, hoping to serve the Nosferatu and gain eternal life for their help in raising him once more. She struggled and screamed but it didn’t matter down here, deep in the darkness. He grasped her tightly, his strong claws growing stronger with each girl he feasted upon. She struggled and begged but he gripped her hair and yanked her head to one side before opening his jaws, showing numerous blood soaked fangs. He growled and bit down hard into her slender neck. I watched wide eyed with fascination as he drank, just gulping down mouthfuls of her strength giving blood. My arousal grew as her screams subsided, her breathing shallowed as her full chest started to slowly heave. It didn’t take long before her bright eyes rolled up and the demon took his last few gulps as she went completely limp and her chest stopped heaving entirely. She expired a few gulps before he had fully drained her and he let go of his meal. The sacrifice slumped and fell to the cold stone like a puppet with it’s strings cut. She landed heavily at his feet, motionless and cold. Her life was now his.
With blood still warm on his fangs, he called for another with not a single after thought for the life he had just taken. His disregard for the young girl send a delighted shiver up my spine as his next meal was dragged forward. The previously meal, unceremoniously hauled off by her ankles, only to be dumped in the corner on top of an ever growing corpse pile. A pile full of beautiful corpses, gathered by the followers of Nosferatu.
As another lifeless body slumped to the stone, it was my turn but unlike all the other sacrifices, I didn’t need to be lead up to the beast. I lock eyes with his beady red eyes, my green emerald twinkling in the candle light and he tilted his head at me. Watching as this meal came willingly. He watched my seductive smile as I lightly licked my glossy ruby red lips and confidently sauntering onto the platform, my heels clicking on the stone. The other girls stopped their hollering and there was silence as they watched a willing sacrifice proudly make her way towards the hungry vampire. He also took notice. His wide smile grew, showing off all his skin piercing fangs. I was so aroused as I looked upon this monster, who was shortly about to drain me.
I reached the top of the platform and stood before the ancient vampire. Unlike all the other sacrifices, which he grabbed without care and fed upon without a single thought, he took a moment to admire me. He reached out a gnarled finger and ran it between my heaving bosom, he pulled aside my dress, exposing my pierced breasts while I looked upon him with a sultry smile on my lips. He admired my pale flesh and slowly raised his evil gaze up till again our eyes met. I smiled wider. I was sure he could hear my heart beating. Much like an owl can hear the heart beat of a mouse but he could also tell it was not beating with fear, more excitement, anticipation and arousal. He reached out for my shapely hips and I stepped forward and slowly turned my back to him. One of his gnarled old hands slide down my soft pale thigh and slowly back up again, teasing my dress to one side and slipping one of those fleshy digits between my thighs and started to stroke my already glistening folds. He knew how aroused I was. I wanted him to know! The other large clawed hand cupped and then squeezed my exposed breast firmly. I reached out to lightly hold onto him as his hands caressed me. I turned my head to see him peering over my shoulder that monstrous hungry look on his face. I smiled before turning my head back to face front and leant my head to one side. My hair fell aside and I offered my exposed, slender neck for him. I half closed my eyes with bated breath as he stared down at my neck, my vein pumping, the blood coursing through and waited.
Then it came! He let out a growl of approval and bit down hard onto my neck. His rows of fangs sank deep into my skin, into my vein. I let out a moan of pleasure and pain. It hurt but my body shuddered in delight. He began to drink instantly, deep draws on my neck. I could feel the blood in my veins being sucked to my neck wound, I could feel myself being drained! I closed my eyes and moaned again, this time in arousal as my pleasure grew and grew, helped along by his groping hands and a long wrinkled finger that had slid it’s way inside my slick, eager pussy. His finger stroked on my sensitive spots as I leant my head back against his shoulder, gasping erotically. The last meal of his laid slumped at my feel as his followers would rather watch the show than clean up his left overs. The crypt was silent, the girls were watching in shocked awe, the only sound was his heavy slurps and my erotic moans of pleasure.
He drank hard and deep and I could feel my heart slow as he drained me. I leant against him, his strong arms now all that help me up, I was too weak to even stand on my own feet. My vision grew dark and clouded. He pushed his thick old finger deeper into me and as darkness started to surround me, I climaxed on his digit. I shuddered slightly as the pleasure flashed through my weakened body like lightening and I let out one final moan, my arms fell to my side, unable to even continue holding them up. The darkness then took me at the height of my climax. The twinkle in my emerald eyes dimmed as my pupils dilated and rolled up. The last few sucks from the Nosferatu as my heart finally stopped beating and I laid limp over his shoulder, in his arms.
My own strings were cut as he let go and my body collapsed, laying limp and lifeless on top of the previous meal. The question I had before my heart had stopped and I was fully drained was; would he decide he was impressed enough with a willing sacrifice that he would grant me eternal life and make me his bride, or was my willingness a mere erotic distraction and I would be cast upon the corpse pile with the rest as he called for another?
Picture taken In Stepford:
In the newly updated ‘torture area’
