The Lust of Dracula

Jonathan Harker’s diary: 6 Sept. 1869

Spent my first night at the castle of Count Dracula. He’s a queer older gent. Seems virile although he appears to be in his 60s. Very stiff and formal.

One odd thing from last night. I managed to cut my finger trying to slice the roasted beef that was served for dinner. The Count took my finger into his mouth and sucked it like it was my prick. I even thought I heard him moan a little. He explained that it was an old tradition. I’ll try to keep my blood and appendages to myself.

Mina Murray’s diary: 7 Sept, 1869

Since my Jonathan has been gone for a few weeks, and will be gone a few more, I’ve spent more time with my friend from school, Lucy.

Lucy has changed a bit in the intervening years. She was always considered beautiful, she was very shy even amongst us girls. An all girl school can be liberating or confining. No boys means no romance. Most of us found ways to pleasure ourselves and sometimes each other. I never saw Lucy less than fully dressed, try as I might.

She now has three “beaus”. I have yet to meet them, but I can tell from the way she speaks of them that they have each been intimate with her. Maybe tonight I can unearth her secrets, maybe her body as well….

Jonathan Harker’s diary 8 Sept 1869

I had an odd dream last night. I dreamt that three beautiful women were surrounding and kissing me. They were fully clothed in old-fashioned type gowns. I was stark naked.

Then I was forced to my hands and knees and I was aware of the Count behind me. He began to bugger me. It was painful at first, but then somehow pleasurable. Reminded me of my schoolboy days, but I was a more willing participant then. Well, maybe not initially.

I’m not sure how long the “dream” lasted. I use parentheses because when I awoke, I had bite marks on my neck and the bed linens were soiled. I would feel sorry for the Count’s household staff, but I haven’t encountered any yet.

Maybe if I adopt the Count’s nocturnal habits I would see someone. He seems to sleep during the day, if at all, and stay awake all night. Maybe that’s another Transylvanian tradition. I might try to take a look around the place now that I’ve recovered from my travels.

Mina Murray’s diary 9 Sept 1869

  What a night with Lucy! It began with a couple of glasses of sherry. They loosened Lucy’s full, tempting lips. Not only does she have three suitors, all are well endowed. Or so she proclaims.  The first of these, Dr. John Seward, is the administrator of an insane asylum! That sounds disturbing and frightening. Especially since she says he fucks like a madman. That he’s quiet and scholarly in public, but not when his pants drop. I sense that she would choose him if not for his vocation.  The second of these, Quincey Morris, is an American from Texas. What a wild place that must be! He’s apparently very wealthy, but a bit uncouth. Lucy says he’s the opposite from Dr. Seward, loud and boisterous in public, but very serious in the boudoir. She says he more of a lover than fucker, but he can go all night!  Last, but not least is Arthur Holmwood, who is heir to a lordship. Lucy’s parents are quite enthralled with him, thinking what a prosperous and prestigious match he would make. Lucy likes him well enough, but he isn’t as exciting as the other two. I think she’ll eventually “settle” for the security a marriage to him would bring.  After story time I was again surprised at the changes in Lucy. After stripping me naked, she laid me on the bed and began dominating me. Not as a man would necessarily, but she was in charge thinking of nothing but driving me mad with pleasure. That she pretty much accomplished. I was disappointed that she kept her chemise on.   She started with kissing me, softly at first, then harder, sometimes thrusting her tongue into my mouth. Then she moved down and suckled my breasts, sometimes nipping my nipples. It was all I could do to keep from screaming at that point. I was becoming very moist. She kissed a trail down almost to my pussy then began kissing me on my inner thighs before thrusting her tongue into my pussy. I was biting my lips almost to the point of bleeding.  I don’t remember much after that. I must have fainted. I vaguely remember seeing Lucy smiling down at me and then I fell asleep.

Jonathan Harker’s diary 10 Sept 1869

I decided to have a look around the Castle, careful to not get lost. Many of the doors were locked. Cobwebs and dust almost everywhere. A good bit of it is in disrepair.

I found a staircase going down to a cellar area. It was a good thing I brought a candle with me. A lack of cobwebs made me feel certain that someone, maybe the Count himself, uses these stairs frequently.

At the bottom, I was shocked at what I saw. It seemed to be a sort of crypt. Several coffins, candleholders, and a sort of altar were about all to be seen. The altar didn’t appear to have been used in years. I also heard rats or something scurrying around.

One of the coffin lids wasn’t quite sealed. It looked like it had been opened and closed many times. I’m not sure why, but I decided to look inside.

I was stunned to see the Count, completely naked lying inside. And even more surprising, he looked completely lifeless. Not sleeping, or even comatose, but utterly dead. Well, not completely. His large penis was incomprehensibly erect. I couldn’t help but stare at it for a minute or two. A bit of repulsion, but also shock at the realization that it may have been inside me. What had I gotten myself into?

I was tempted to see if the women from my “dream” were in the other coffins.

I ran back to my room. I was trying to decide if I was losing my senses. I had been warned about odd happenings in the castle and its surroundings, but I had thought it was superstition.

Later, when I entered the dining room, the Count wasn’t present. The usual cold dinner was on the table along with a note saying that the Count was detained on business, but would be back on the morrow.

I’ll see if I have the “dream” when I try to sleep.

Mina Murray’s diary 11 Sept 1869

  Another very pleasant day with Mina. Today she showed me books she had of erotic artwork. Men and women; beasts, both real and mythical. And not just men with women or beast with beast, any combination you’d care to immagine. You can imagine the affect it had on both of us.  And, of course, we had a couple of glasses of sherry. I was a tad shocked when Mina revealed she had experienced quite a few of these. Wicked girl!  That’s when she related a few details of her relationships with her suitors. That she had indeed fucked all three. Sometimes two of them or even all three at one time! She also said that she had been able to get the two Englishmen to pleasure each other for her entertainment. She said it’s her goal to get Quincey to at least let one of them suck his prick.  That’s when she turned her attentions to me. But this time I was able to get her disrobed as well. Her pale skin goes so well with her auburn hair. And her thick bush is auburn as well. She has firm, large bubbies with pale pink nipples. Her nipples alone are breathtaking, when erect they seem to extend almost a half an inch. Her sweet pussy is pale pink as well. Well rounded hips and an arse as full and as firm as her bubbies. She looks like she stepped from a painting in one of her books.  After we had satisfied each other’s carnal desires again and again, Lucy stunned me one more time. She wanted me to be involved in an orgy with her and her men! She said that I wouldn’t regret it if I did and that I would regret it if I didn’t.  I haven’t heard from Jonathan in days, not since he stopped in Budapest. My hours with Lucy had kept me from feeling depressed. Now I was at least considering fucking three men I’ve never met. What would Jonathan think? What will I do?

Jonathan Harker’s diary 12 Sept 1869

  The Count was here last evening. I wish it hadn’t been so. Now I have a clue as to his motives.  I had just started eating my dinner when he strode in. I had never seen him this way. Instead of his usual cool, distant demeanor, he glared at me before speaking. He told me that he was aware of my entering his “chambers” as he put it. While admitting that he had not expressly told me to keep away, he felt I should have used better reasoning before entering.  Then he shocked me. He told me that since the paperwork for his real estate purchase had been put in the post that I was no longer needed in my “official” capacity. But he had other ways in which I could serve him.  With that he disrobed and told me to do the same. I had no choice but to comply. His cock was as erect as I had seen it. I guess that either I hadn’t been dreaming before or that I was now capable of foreseeing the future.  He had me turn my back to him and get down on all fours. I was expecting to be rogered again, but was surprised to feel the sting of a whip on my back. I screamed as he told me that I deserved punishment and punishment is what he does best. It reminded me of my few canings in school, but this more painful and vicious. I lost count of how many lashes I received on my back, buttocks, and thighs. At least my manhood was spared.   Finally he relented and had me turn to face him while still on my knees. His cock had been dripping and it was obvious from the look on his face that he enjoyed my punishment. In fact, I think was allowed to “sneak” into his chambers as a pretext to his actions. He then made me lick his penis and call him “master”. Considering that my fate was in his hands there was nothing else to think of him as. Then he thrust his priapus into my mouth and almost into my throat. I gagged and tried to maintain my composure. He seemed to think I enjoyed it. I had no doubt that he was. He had remarkable staying power.  I was hoping that his “brides”, as I’ve come to think of them, would appear.  After a few minutes he was ready to mount me.