Sailing Ahead for New Pasters

It had only been two weeks since the beginning of the trip to get to England and the ship Demeter Renfield and his beloved Master Dracula were on only aggrivated Renfield's nauseous stomach all the more the rocking the waves were awful, Robert gripped his hands tighty at the ends of his master's coffin gripping hard trying to steady himself he was getting a violent headache and the seas were not showing any relief for the poor unfortunate middleaged familier.

Some familier he was getting sick over the rocking of a ship they were soon be in England over, the trip was taking far too long in Robert's opinon, it was driving him a little crazy and his body was not showing any signs of relief in the slightest. He had already been sick the previous day, Count Dracula had been in a foul mood the previous night and Robert had gotten the full blunt of his rage, he had been wacked hard across the face with the count's cane upon hearing one of his cargo's had been ransacked by the "sailors" on board. And now here was Robert clutching his mouth with one hand trying desperately not to get sick again.

Count Dracula emeraged from his coffin just as the sun was fully down, upon looking at his familier he had a bit of generocity about him tonight, he used his claws to pet his head feeling his brown beautiful hair being intertwined with what he could call "love". "Rest here Renfield." the count said looking into his eyes leaning down giving him a kiss on his forehead. "Master about dinner?" Renfield said who moved his hand away from his mouth to speak. "Sleep my kitten, i will not have you "hunt" tonight in your state". "but" Renfield started to protest but the count just shussed him moving away saying nothing more as he headed for deck of the ship. Renfield fell asleep by the coffin with a little mewel on his lips.
unknown to Robert a sailor with devious intentions came down to the cargo hold, upon seeing the sleeping man Renfield was grabbed thrown over the dirty mans shoulder, Renfield awoke to his revoting grip he truly stunk, his unwashed hair, his filthy clothes, heaven only knows what his "cock" smelt like gross.

Renfield tried to wriggle free but the sailor slammed Renfield down on a filthy matress, that looked like it had not been washed in days. It smelt like sweat, old semen, even pee and old hay at one point or another. "Pretty eyes yur have" said the sailor "ill clime your body as my own" the filthy thing said Oh God was this Renfield's fate? to get this body fucked by this demon of a man while his master was up on deck having dinner? his blue eyes quivered in response his mind only thinking of his beloved master at this point he could hear the man unzipping his fly to bring out his sick putrid cock.

"Master!" his mind thought "Oh God help me!." Dracula had just drained his second victim leaving the corpse behind some crates for his familier to deal with clean up. As if on command Dracula sensing his familier's distress transformed into his bats and flew down to the coffin. "kitten?" he said Renfield was not their but he could feel his familer was close he walked down the bowls of the ship it smelt soo gross but to Dracula it was like a passing fancy to his aristocratic princely nature.

Upon opening the filthy door Dracula saw instant red.

"NOBODY TOUCHES MY KITTEN!" screamed the count as his claws tore in the disgusting dirty sailor to ribbons Robert was trembling and scared his shirt was hanked up his pants half way down his cock exposed. "Oh master I love you" said Renfield as he got on his shakey feet practically falling into the counts arms who had immedeatly wrapped his elegant cape around him looking into his eyes. Dracula used his face to nuzzle Robert deeply and lick him. "Filthy Cur" spat the count looking malevalently upon that fility bastard on the floor. Renfield was not going to be judge not now or to place as his arms were vice tight around him with a deep affection his arousal was high the count lifted his beloved into a bridal carry going back to the room with the coffin he layed them down Dracula holding his mate tightly against him.

"Nobody will touch you again on this ship i swear it" said Dracula giving a bit of a growl his posessiveness stirring and growing badly with each passing second.

"Oh master i adore and love you so" Robert said snuggling into the expensive suit the count wore.

Safe, loved on, his beloved one. Renfield sighed in bliss. He was had never been so happy.