Alucard: Mr. Ettington and His Wife, Cornelia

Chapter 4: Mr. Ettington and His Wife, Cornelia

Trees. Mountains in the distance. I always admired nature’s beauty, its calming indifference. It began to rain, just a slight drizzle. I flipped on the wipers. It was a lovely autumn day, the sky was a bright blue with whisks of white clouds. I was driving to Mr. Ettington’s estate on request. It had been several weeks since the birthing of his half-breed and he wanted to thank me in person. I drove through the gates leading to his home. Mr. Ettington had considerable wealth and his property displayed that.

I was greeted by staff that suggested I walk out to the large building with red doors, as I would find Mr. Ettington there. I opened the one of the red doors, and found myself in a dimly lit room. There was a table, some tools, just stuff that had been dropped there, and two doors. One had a plaque which read “FOOD STORAGE” and the other “WORKSHOP”. I heard noise from the food storage door and opened it. Inside was another dimly lit room, very large, and containing perhaps many tens of human women grouped in many pens. Their ages seemed to vary and I admired them as walked. Up ahead, was a separate room of sorts, more of an enclosure. I made my way to it and, when I did, heard sounds of groaning and whispers.

I continued to approach the room and then entered. What I found was Mr. Ettington laying upright on a large velvet red bed. He was surrounded by beautiful, naked women which were laying with him, seemingly in a trance. They offered themselves to him and were very sensual in their mannerisms. Mr. Ettington seemed to be kissing a young woman’s neck, until I saw drips of red roll down her neck, making its way between her perky breasts. She stared blankly, breathing quickly as another older woman, maybe in her forties, ate her pussy with great interest and passion.

When my presence was noticed, Mr. Ettington and the older woman turned to me, blood dripped from their mouths at first, but they licked it back in effort to compose themselves. They were both clearly vampires. Vampires have no interest in elves, in terms of nutrition, and are only sometimes of equal power. I was intrigued and told them to please continue and that I was happy to wait, if I might observe. Mr. Ettington shrugged his shoulders and agreed. As if at first he had forgotten, he spoke, “This lovely lady with me is my wife. Her name is Cornelia.”

Mr. Ettington smiled, revealing his vampiric fangs, then sunk them back into the young woman. Cornelia did the same in a way that made it appear that she was drinking from the young woman’s clit. The young woman convulsed, paling, her life being drained from her. Just then, Cornelia placed her hand on the young woman’s lower abdomen. Using some sort of magic, the young woman was forced to experience intense orgasms, demanding all of her remaining energy and she peed uncontrollably. Cornelia bit down again, drinking—no, guzzling the young woman’s blood, pee and pussy juice. The young woman began to appear thinner and more lifeless by the minute and soon was very clearly dead. A few minutes after this, she was pushed aside, gray in color. Her eyes still staring at nothing.

Mr. Ettington and Cornelia slipped on silk robes that were hanging near their bed. Cornelia had long, dark hair and was rather stunning. She had large breasts that swung and danced behind the light purple silk that covered her. It was difficult not to stare at her large nipples poking through the silk.

“This place is rather lovely and you have a fetching collection of human women as well,’ I said.

“Thank you,” said Mr. Ettington, “They provide both entertainment and nourishment.”

Cornelia followed behind him and when she passed me, reached out and ran her fingers across my arm seductively. Mr. Ettington noticed, but only smirked to himself. We walked back to his home and into a study.

“Would you like something to drink?” said Mr. Ettington.

“Sure, perhaps tea?” I answered. He motioned to his staff and they left the room. Cornelia, who had left for a moment, rejoined us. She sat in a tall back chair and crossed her legs, not being careful to hide her womanhood from me. They both drank some kind of liquor. The three of us chatted and I learned more about how Mr. Ettington gained his wealth, became a vampire, met Cornelia and so on. I updated him on the health and progress of his half-breed and he seemed quite satisfied. He then abruptly said, “My goodness! I must be going. I have several errands to run in town. Do enjoy my wife’s company and thank you again for visiting.” With that, and a wink, he left.

Cornelia spoke after her husband left and as we did she made her way closer to me.