A/N: DO NOT READ IF YOU THINK YOU WILL BE DISGUSTED!!!!!!!!
Every thing was black, dark, and utterly black, black, and black. He carried her fidgeting form to the bed, setting her down and chains from somewhere, bound her down. It all happened in several seconds, not giving her enough time to sit up.
"No, please don't rape me, please…" Struggling while Dracula circled the bed, she felt the sheets were similar satin like her night gown. It was a rather huge bed, a silky sea of blackness, and the only light from a few candles. And the last vestiges of hope were gone when the door locked. Not only that, she was chained down to the bed, her arms above her head and her legs spread apart by the chains at her feet. Ironically they gave enough slack for her knees to bend a bit. This was not good for her part, especially when her underwear was not on and Dracula was taking off his jacket, watching her struggle.
"Oh, but I never rape women who don't want me. I know you do, in fact, want me in ways I could only imagine…" He cooed, pulling his boots off while Elizabeth gasped from her useless exertions at pulling the chains off, which she didn't succeed. Elizabeth then decided to take offensive action.
"Alright, you smartass, release me!" She bellowed, staring into his eyes, glaring very prominently at him.
"Don't worry, I will give you release soon enough." He smirked, liking the word play with her a lot. Now his boots were off, he stood at the end of the bed and slowly started unbuttoning his shirt. "Also, I didn't know you liked my ass so much."
"That's not what I meant! Look, I have had enough sexual excitement for the day, thank you very much!" Elizabeth's heart was racing, as now Dracula was crawling on the bedspread towards her, and within the moment was sitting on top of her, his legs holding her legs still and his hands deftly placed at her sides, his naked chest and lust-filled eyes what she could see. His hands were flowing over her curves, making her shudder and they went to her head, while he lowered himself for his breath to fan her face. This didn't stop her however for struggling and breathing fast. She could not move her head to go to the side, mainly because his chilling hands were holding her head while he was kissing her face all over; except, strategically, her lips.
"No, please, don't kiss me…" Elizabeth was in fear, fear at what he wanted to do. Elizabeth had always thought that she wanted to be kissed by Dracula, but now in reality and that he wanted to do more than just kiss, she wasn't so sure in accepting it and especially with the smirk he had. But Dracula didn't pay attention to that, and thrust his lips bruisingly on hers. Slipping his tongue into her mouth, he enjoyed her squeals and shifting body while he explored her mouth. He kept going on and on, and with his intentions to get her to relax and enjoy this. Well, after he paused to let her breathe, he kissed again, much harder and felt her give in slightly, seeing the tears flood her eyes. Elizabeth herself had stopped fighting, as indeed she was feeling intoxicating pleasure from the kiss and her body was heating up, and herself in a daze of passion, letting herself kiss him back a little mainly because she couldn't take the pressure anymore, and it felt so good, his lips, his caressing tongue.
She was in the midst of somewhat enjoying the kiss when she was noticing her night gown sliding around. Then she squealed, as to her horror Dracula was kissing her and ripping up her satin nightgown, his claws slowly making the top half into shreds, him stopping his kissing to pay more attention at the work at hand, meaning shredding the top to stare at her naked breasts.
"My, you are so beautiful." He started kissing her neck now, his hands moved up to cup and squeeze them, how ever delightful enough to cause her to moan, but after that then to fidget in her chains and gasp.
"Damn, damn, damn…Please, I beg of you. I don't want you at all!" She moaned, feeling his kisses get lower and lower over her body, a tongue trailing through her cleavage, a nip at the shoulder, or as it got worse, his hands and mouth devouring her breasts. It was ecstasy she felt, and the gnawing despair and disgust at what he was doing, and she could do nothing about it except cry, moan, and writhe in his un-wanted touches. Then, he stopped with his caresses at the top to slide the skirt off her, trailing down her flexing thighs, stopping as his smooth touch relaxed her legs. There was a pause for him to look at her lower half, and let her catch her breath and stare at his lusting expression. Elizabeth was completely and utterly humiliated at what Dracula was doing, as his chuckles were driving her down further into fear. She could not help the tears in her eyes, as she utterly was being violated with his gaze, and her entire body was weak and she could not look any more at him, her back relaxing from arching up to watch him and letting herself give up and await his touches.
"Do you want me?" Dracula said, in a husky, completely sexual tone. His hands were running and creasing up her thighs, her hips, her stomach, her cleavage, and then they went back down, stoking her fire that was growing in her core. It took all her energy to stop herself from moaning from his coaxing caresses that were kneading her skin and making her feel completely at lost and swarming with passion. She was a virgin, and no one had ever touched her that way before, or made her feel helpless and filled with love so much. But was it really love she thought she felt?
"I…don't want you." She gasped out, the angry thoughts of what Dracula really was keeping her a bit sane and clear-headed. She felt him shift around and grab her seat, lifting it up and settling himself in between her legs, his hard erection through his pants poking her juncture. Gasping at the strange feeling, Elizabeth convulsed as he held her hips and mattress, slowly grinding into her, begging for entrance. It got faster, harder, and he growled in pleasure while he watched her arch up and moan in her chains.
"Now, do you want me?" He growled, toying with her, waiting for a response when he stopped and crawled up to her face, kissing his way up to her neck.
"I…don't…want…you." Elizabeth moaned, in complete submission and in the pain at what he wanted to do to her. He wanted her innocence, she was sure. Dracula then had an even worse plan to get her to accept him.
Dracula began to lick his way down her body, tasting the delicious sweat from her as she strained in her chains. Grazing his fangs down her abdomen, he stole a glance at unsuspecting Elizabeth who lay panting and aroused. But he would get her more aroused in such a state. He thrust his tongue into her.
"WHAT THE HELL? OH MY GOD!! AHHH!!!" Elizabeth yelled out arching and bucking and thrashing around, but she was held fast. She lifted her head to watch him lick and bite and tease her folds and opening, growling while he tasted her heat and sweet nectar. Dracula continued to make love to her with his tongue, enjoying himself immensely with his ministrations. Licking, sucking, kissing and growling as he made her shake and fidget in the strange flow of passion entering her. She was thoroughly disgusted with this kind of behavior, but she couldn't stop him from continuing. Her most private areas were being violated with such barbaric erotic behavior. Elizabeth's mind was reeling with the fact his face was in such a private place and doing most definite no-no's there. This was a very nice feeling there, but it was worse when it was being caused in a place not meant to be invaded with a tongue. She soon felt his fingers too joining down there. Touching, rubbing, and with a quick shove of two fingers into her, she gave a loud gasp.
"S-Stop! P-Please, n-no more!" Elizabeth stuttered out, arching and moaning with that dreadful feeling at what he was doing.
"Then let me in! Let me pleasure you in ways you could never imagine! LET ME!!" He hissed and moved over to her neck to lick and nibble with each loud growl.
"Most definitely NOT! I don't want you, especially with that behavior! That was FOUL! Oooh God…it was SICK!" Elizabeth screamed, squealing and thrashing around. It was really not enjoyable, as in the most preferred way of seducing her. Dracula made one of his first mistakes since a great while. Ah well, he mused, I always wanted to do that. At least he could kill her.
"Since you don't want me inside you, I guess you might want this other gift. You have always wanted immortality, have you not? I assure you, this will be a pleasant experience." And without another word, his neck kissing was abruptly turned into fangs, whereupon he sunk them into her neck.
Elizabeth gave out a blood-curdling cry of pain, writhing in the chains, sweating and breathing hard for the first few moments, until she felt nothing but numbness, and then a growing amount of good feeling and a sensual feeling through her entire body coming from her neck. She was completely, entranced, completely she felt, having the happiest moment in her entire life that her body was feeling, as she slowly was dying, feeding the hunger of Dracula, who was convulsing and passionately lapping up her blood that was spurting into his greedy mouth.
Elizabeth didn't want it to end, weak and moaning, under the spell of her last few breaths. Dracula had stopped, his bloody lips planting a kiss on her lips. Elizabeth sub-consciously licked the blood, but upon tasting it, her senses were alive. Immediately she woke from the pleasure and became fully aware that Dracula had bitten her, and now was smirking above her. Her expression was of horror.
"You know what come next, my little Nosfertuoligist. Your blood, then my blood, and afterwards your death. Your soul shall become mine, and tomorrow, your innocence." He drawled, making Elizabeth fidget in her chains much more. She moved her head to the side, and saw quite clearly the pool of blood that was soaking into the black sheets around her. Mortification had taken hold of her features as she kept gasping the words; "No…please, no…"
"Yes my pet, yes, take my blood and become my angel of death. Bear me living, breathing children. That is all I ask of you." He hissed, and with a claw, placed a bloody cut on his chest. The hot blood was dripping on her bare chest, sweaty and wheezingly rising and falling as she began to die. And the only thing that she could do was close her eyes and wait what was to come. And that was her head lifted up to press against his bleeding wound, letting her swallow the strangely bold-tasting blood. It was the most strangest and addictive thing she had ever drank, and as it poured mercilessly down her throat she had the incredible urge to drink more, more and more. And so she gratefully sucked the wound, her willpower gone and her mind completely at the mercy of any man who would be cruel enough to use a dying girl. This was the way she felt, and after awhile from the groans of pleasure Dracula was giving from the ecstasy he felt from getting his blood sucked, he stopped her before it went too far. He sat up again, and before her blurry eyes the wound had healed. And then, willingly in a trance, bent her head to the side, and Dracula wordlessly bent down and reopened the holes in her neck, and began then to drink her dry, drink from her till she had no more to give, and then he would be satisfied. Elizabeth felt peaceful as she began dying, and her eyes were only flooded with images of her life. And then, yes then, were her last words as a mortal.
"God, save my friends from such a fate I wrongly wanted." And then she deceased. And her journey to become undead began.
A/N: Aww, I only died, pity…