Chapter 4

His cock was buried as far as it would go into her hot, moist flesh. Lisa trembled in ecstasy at the thought of what her brutal, loving companion was going to do next.

"Are you ready, my darling?" Vlad asked as he pushed away so their torsos were no longer touching except where they were sexually connected.

Lisa nodded, breathing excitedly. Her eyes lit up at the blade that suddenly just seemed to appear in his hand.

"You're the first man I've ever known who can do that," she whispered up at him. "Usually it's just the females who can Unngk!"

Lisa grunted with the impact of his fist into her stomach. The savage action created a powerful orgasm as her body reacted to the blade buried beneath her bruised stomach muscles and held in his cruel fist. She began to shake uncontrollably as piss and cum flooded her pussy.

"Your navel looks lovely, Elsa, my dear," Vlad murmured as he gazed down at the wide slice the knife had made in her previously round belly button. "Here – let me make another..."

Lisa grunted and arched her back as the knife was pulled out and shoved back into her. "Auu, Gaa! Slice me..." she grunted, her orgasm so powerful that she could barely form words.

Lisa's pussy clamped down against Vlad's cock with each thrust of his blade into her soft belly. In only a moment, he was shooting his cum deep up inside her, over and over again, replacing the juices already inside her with a thicker, more slippery substance.

As his cock finished spasming, Vlad thrust the knife into his queen's left breast and pressed until her breast was flat, twisting the blade around to carve into her heart. Lisa arched her back up off her bound hands, her pussy quivering ecstatically against his cock, then slumped back against the ground, gasping, trying to replace the blood flooding into her lungs with fresh, life-giving air.

Lisa's pain-filled eyes gazed steadily into his for a moment before she coughed up a mouthful of blood. She seemed to smile as her head rolled lazily to one side. Her dead eyes seemed to watch the blazing little campfire next to them as it reflected off her face.

Vlad lay halfway on top of her lifeless corpse, panting from his efforts and the powerful orgasm he experienced each time he murdered the witch queen. This was the twenty-second time since she returned to him that he'd killed her. He knew, deep inside his soul, that he would continue to butcher her so long as she continued to return to him. His vengeance would never run dry.

He dimly remembered her turning his body into pure energy, and then they were both somewhere else, somewhere other than the scorched, dead earth upon which he'd spent the last hundred and fifty years. This earth – wherever they were now – was lush and green. There were still no people, but he had his witch queen to endlessly torture, so he was content.

He pulled the knife out of her bloody breast and leaned down over her lower body to consider what to prepare for their dinner. Her cooling body twitched as he carved a long, narrow slice of leg meat off her thigh. Humming happily to himself, he skewered the bleeding strip onto a stick and threw it across the fire. She would be hungry when she came back to life and she (as well as he) enjoyed feasting on her own roasted flesh. It sizzled as her blood and body fluids popped and boiled in the open flame.

After a few minutes, he turned the fillet over, not wanting it to get too done. They both liked their meat nearly raw, and Vlad had actually partaken of her body completely raw, simply carving off a piece and eating it while he waited for her to come back to life. But, he preferred her flesh hotter than body temperature. Heated, and with the blood cooked partially out of it, the meat of her muscles had a much superior flavor.

Lisa, or rather, Elsa (as before), had been forced to agree when Vlad had offered her bits of herself to compare – Cooked? Barely Cooked? Raw? She conceded that she tasted best when she was barely cooked.

Next to him, Lisa suddenly convulsed and gasped desperately for air as her body came back to life. The first time she'd done that after he'd murdered her, he had been terrified and believed she would be consumed with revenge. But instead of butchering him, she'd smiled and thanked him for her terrific orgasms from having had her belly, breast and heart carved upon.

Not ready to trust someone he'd just murdered not to try and return the favor, Vlad had bound her hands and feet so that she lay helpless before him at all times. That had been, as near as he could tell, about fifteen days ago. When they'd arrived here (wherever 'here' was), the moon had been in its first quarter. Now it was in its last quarter and didn't even make its appearance in the sky until the horizon was beginning to lighten announcing a new day to soon begin.

"Oh, God..." Lisa murmured, her breath caught, now. "Each time you do that, it gets better..." She noticed that she was still tied up. "How much longer are you going to keep me this way?"

"Until I am certain, my beloved, that you mean me no harm," Vlad replied, grinning through a fresh mouthful of meat. "You taste exquisite this morning, My Only Love. Would you care for a bite?" He cut a small bite off the fillet and offered it to her without waiting for an answer. Lisa opened her mouth and delicately bit down on it with her teeth.

"Umm!" she hummed as she chewed. "That is good!" she agreed after finally swallowing the fresh piece of thigh meat. "A little tough ... needs tenderized. I'm surprised that you haven't carved out my cunt and roasted that."

"I've partaken of that delicacy a few times, my queen," Vlad admitted, "but not for many centuries. I found it disagreeably lacking in texture and too fatty for my tastes. The same can be said of breast meat. I prefer muscle meat, and organs, of course, although I do find great pleasure in carving off a nice set of tits with a sharp blade."

"I'll bet you do," Lisa murmured. "More, please?"

As Vlad carved another piece of her half-cooked leg meat into a bite-sized morsel she could handle without her fingers, she wondered if she should just free herself – teleport her bindings into some other dimension or something. She was getting tired of having to teleport her waste products out of her gut so that she wouldn't mess herself. She also wanted to get up and walk around. Lying around tied up all the time was really, really boring. But, so long as he didn't try to impale her again, she loved the brutal treatment she got when he was aroused.

A rustling in the bushes nearby attracted her attention. Questing outward with her mind, she was shocked to discover that their secret lair had finally been discovered. The smell of her blood had attracted a predator.

"Vlad! Hide!" she whispered hoarsely.

Vlad vanished with a whisper of movement.

"Hey! Come back and untie me!" Elsa yelled at him. "You want me to get eaten?"

No answer. But the bushes parted, and Lisa's eyes widened at the sight of a mythical dragon, at least five meters high, looking out from its protective covering at her.

"Holy fuck..." she whispered. "What the hell are you?" She had a vague idea of what she was looking at – she'd seen their enormous bones in the rocks occasionally throughout her long existence.

Encouraged by the lack of motion in the area immediately in front of it, the dragon stepped out into the clearing, whoofing and sniffing the air. There was definitely a meal to be had, here. Lisa lay on the ground, petrified with fear as she watched that enormous tongue move in and out of its face – in and out past those enormous, sharp teeth!

'Oh, Fuck! It sees me... '