Chapter 2: Whip’s Memory

Charlotte blinked. She saw Jonathan and then she was in a room with Brauner. The new self-styled Dark Lord was sitting on a chair smiling surrounded by opulent decorations, the walls adorned with paintings and so many fine vases. Not a throne and he was not Dracula. But she knew that alone with him and his daughter, she was in trouble.

“What do you want with me?”

His smile didn’t diminish one bit. He rose up and moved to her. At his mercy, she took in just how much tall he was compared to her. “I will spare your comrade’s life. I will grant you happiness. All you have to do is to abandon your journey.”

“I won’t do that.”

“Then let me sweeten the deal. You will get to comfort my daughters.”

She didn’t know how that would begin to sweeten the deal. And there was a far more pressing issue at hand. “They aren’t your daughters and you know it!”

Loretta chuckled from behind her. “She always says such nonsense, father.” She put her hands all through Charlotte’s hair, playing with it, and then sniffed her. “A shame really. She smells so nice. Clearly this one has good taste.” She breathed on her neck and kissed it.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping you relax. It must have been far too long since you’ve had any genuine attention. Or...” She breathed on her. “Have you and that boy done anything yet?”

She blushed. “What ... what does that have to do with anything?”

“Because if you won’t take him, then I will.”

Loretta kissed her neck again and moaned deeply. Charlotte was frozen and looked back at her in disgust. Loretta was just brushing her lips on her skin and just faintly grazed her fangs on her skin when Charlotte yelled “Get your hands off me!” She pushed her back hard.

“Ow, she hurt me!” Loretta whined. “She has an attitude!”

“Yes she does,” Brauner said. “Worry not my child. I will silence her quick.”

Before she knew it, Loretta’s hands were on her shoulders, holding her in place. Charlotte moved to shake her off again, but then Brauner was rushing at her. She made to squirm, to fight back, to do anything than let him send her to the other side.

And then his fangs were in her neck. Charlotte screamed in anger, her whole was paralyzed, she knew exactly what was going to happen. She summoned all her strength to fight him, to try and cast one of her spells. But his needle like incisors had sapped away all of her strength.

Then as he dug his fangs deeper, she was hit with a stranger feeling. A warmth like a spring morning was bubbling up in her chest, and a hot wetness formed in her panties. She still tried to fight him, but the erotic sensations she couldn’t begin to understand were flooding her mind. She thought of Jonathan, Eric, her journey to destroy this castle and the demon scourge. And then just like that, they were gone forever.

She slumped to her knees before him. The pain in her neck was fading, replaced with a tingling feeling she didn’t want to go away. The blood was still oozing out the two holes, but she didn’t register any of that. All she could see was her new keeper, her new home.

“What ... what do you wish of me my master?”

“Your husband,” he said. He dropped his pants, revealing his penis. Brauner was a gaunt, pale creature even compared to other vampire kind, but at that moment, his penis was standing up, red and hard. “Prove to me your new allegiance.”

“Yes...” she said. Walking closer to him on her knees, she closed her eyes and took his phallus into her mouth.

The vampire hissed from her mouth working him. She was not a vampire yet, but her mind was already changing from his curse. She was under his spell. Soon, she would be under his body.

She was only using her mouth, moving her tongue fast and all over his prick to pleasure him. It was nothing like the practiced technique of the succubi roaming the castle he had long since bent to his will. Yet a pup like this one was clearly unknown to men. That didn’t bother him at all, the enthusiasm of one so inexperienced was novel after getting so expertly pleasure time after time.

She had to take his cock out of her mouth to breathe. She was staring at it, her mouth hanging out. Her body betrayed none of the physical transformation of a vampire. She was not feeling the telltale bloodlust of one either. But that look in her eyes, there was definitely another sort of craving going on.

She closed her eyes and started working him again. This time she put a little more effort into it, moving her head back and forth. His cock was as large as the rest of him and she couldn’t begin to nearly fit him totally inside of her mouth. But she started bobbing her head back and forth, sucking him off like she meant it.

Her nipples were getting hard beneath her uniform. Traveling alongside Jonathan, having him fight for her and her in turn, she had gotten hot and bothered watching him several times. She had flared with jealousy when the demon queen Astarte charmed him with her magic. After this journey, she had wanted to explore her feelings with him beyond just being a sparring partner. She had fantasized about him, craved him and never having had a boy before, wanted him to enter her. Now it was this pale gaunt creature which held her fascination.

She wasn’t sucking Brauner off quite like he would have wanted yet, but she was improving. He patted her head in approval as she kept on going down on him. More than her awkward technique or even that wanton energy on her part, it was the thrill of dominating the young witch that was getting him off now.

Her tongue flicked the opening of his penis just right. He grit his teeth as he was suddenly pushed to an orgasm, blowing his load right inside of her mouth. Even under his spell, Charlotte was unprepared for his climax bursting on her tongue. It wasn’t just all the cum filling up her mouth, it was also the enormous meat throbbing inside of her mouth. She had to take his dick out for her convenience and she was rewarded with several more blasts of semen on her face. It was so thick and hot on her face, dripping down.

She sat there, stunned. She had never had anyone blow their load on her before. Charlotte was still under his control but still didn’t know what she should have done.

“Eat it all,” he said.

She did as he instructed her to. She wiped off what she could off her face and took it into her mouth, swallowing every bit. While she was doing so, his spooge was still dripping off her face and down onto the floor. Once she was done with her face, there was still a shiny sheen of cum on her skin. So devoted to him now was she that she actually began taking the jizz off the floor and eating it.

It amused him to see her like that. But he reached down and cupped her chin. His bulbous pale features were not captivating, there were others in the undead hierarchy who could truly be called that despite their fiendish natures. Walter Bernhardt, Carmilla, and Dracula himself. Yet the spell had encased itself fully around her mind and she could not look away.

“What else does my ... husband require of me?”

“Your maidenhood.” She nodded and stood up before him. He took her hand and walked back with her to the couch he had been sitting on. Sitting down, he lifted up her skirt. He could see the wetness in her panties. Grinning, he took his large and spidery pale hands and slowly pulled them down her shapely legs until they were down to her ankles. He ran his hands up her legs, saw her vagina already shining with juices and saw that she was getting even wetter the more he caressed her.

Brauner grabbed her hips and brought her onto his naked lap. He could feel the heat of her vagina on his penis. He had just climaxed but his stamina was far from exhausted.

Charlotte was holding onto his shoulders. The transformation was still only beginning with her. If this girl really was a virgin, then he would relish in taking her innocence while she was still within that in between stage. He unbuttoned the front of her shirt, revealing her small breasts.

She looked away from him bashfully. How cute, he thought to himself. He kneaded her breasts, felt the heat in them, and she whined a little. His large pale hands were able to knead each of her tits wholly in his grasp Moving his hands back down to her hips, he gripped her and then he slammed her down onto his cock.