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Thread: Countess Cocula (Yenpointfive & AmiralRouge)

His proposals, too, were successfully met. The countess seemed eager to move the documents through as quickly as possible, and informed Jonathan that a messenger would arrive at the castle at noon tomorrow to take away any post which was to be delivered. As the meal drew to a close, she even exchanged her side of the table for his, so that she could get a closer look at the documents in question. Sitting by his left shoulder, the countess again crossed one leg over the other. Placing her left elbow upon the edge of the table, she leaned her head on her hand as she inspected the documents, and in doing so just so happened to give Jonathan a tantalising glimpse of her cleavage the bodice she wore hugged her figure tightly, pushing breasts up and together, though she certainly made no motion to suggest that her choice of clothing bore any ulterior motive. From time to time she inquired as to what one detail or the other meant or implied, and then again she would sit back and sip from her glass. More wine, Mr. Harker? she inquired, when all of the banking details had been put in order. And then the estates... there are more than one? In their earlier communications the countess had expressed an interest in one particular estate more so than the others, but now she seemed to reconsider. She requested a list of those estates which Jonathan had originally suggested, along with descriptions of their surrounding areas. She seemed particularly interested in those estates closest to Mr. Harker's own residence, owingas she put itto him being able to provide a more accurate account of the surrounding area.
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Jonathan wasn't sure why he paused when she switched seats. Well, he knew why, it had been that dream of his. Suddenly he wished that they'd kept the table between them, for the sake of propriety. He would have loved to say that he disliked the way she leaned over to inspect his work but each time he looked back to his client he was treated to a spectacular view. Just once he let his imagination wander a bit and allowed his eyes to trail a little bit lower on her body, down to her lap. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting to see, some confirmation of the madness his dream had included or some undeniable proof that it had all been in his head. Either way, one look was enough as he was sure that she'd seen him glance down and he was of no mind to explain what he'd been looking for. The her offer of wine caught him a little off guard. For a brief bit he'd allowed his mind to slip into business, taking refuge from the other thoughts that plagued him. It was at about this point that he started to realize that the way she was sitting, slightly back and leaning forward to look at his documents, rather boxed him in on one side. The offer also seemed less innocent than he would have liked to imagine. If this had been a dream he'd happily accept another glass from the Countess but Jonathan thought better of it this time. No thank you. We've got rather a lot of work still and I'd hate to make a mess of it. He said politely, giving her a little smile as he silently hoped that'd be enough to dissuade her hospitality. Yes, there were several more that met your requirements, not as elegant as the one we'd settled on but all of them well kept and in pleasant locations. He answered. Her more specific requests were all met in turn, he ended up drawing her a crude little map of London to show her about where each of the residences were. His own residence remained unmarked, though one would have gotten a pretty good idea where it was through the general course of the conversation. I can draft up documentation if you wish to purchase multiple estates, though I don't imagine I'll have all of the paperwork done by the time the post comes tomorrow. He told her. He couldn't imagine why she'd want several estates so close together but he was eager to finish this up and return to his room. The longer the conversation went on the more he found it hard not to think about his dream, and the more that that happened the more he felt a stirring in his trousers. She'd had him trapped like this once before, he remembered, and she'd certainly made a wonderful use of her time then. He scooted a little bit closer to the table, both to keep him from glancing over at her and inadvertently catching the view and to keep her from noticing what his intrusive thoughts were doing to him. He just wanted to get back up to his room so he could finish up this paperwork quickly and return to Mina.
Thread: Countess Cocula (Yenpointfive & AmiralRouge)

At length the countess decided on just the one estate it seemed she had never held the intention of making multiple purchases, but simply wanted a better idea of the kind of community she'd be buyingand movinginto. She also seemed quite pleased with the crude little map that Jonathan drew up, playfully remarking that he was clearly a man of many talents. Was that more flirtation? Or just her way of speaking? She had a manner of speaking that was almost seductive by nature she could have asked where the marmalade was, and it would have seemed a come-on. The estate that was chosen in the end was not the more elegant one settled upon earlier, but also not the one in most need of repair. It wasat least by the countess' silent guessthe one closest to the Harker's home. Still she could not picture this Mina, though she felt certain that if she could just get inside Jonathan's head, an image of her would be revealed until then, her curiosity would linger. She stood when their business was done, graciously bowed her head, and thanked Jonathan for his time and assistance. She seemed quietly pleased with how speedily everything had been resolved, and assured him that she was greatly looking forward to her move to England. I am sure this transaction shall prove lucrative for us both, she intoned in her sultry, accented voice. I shall not keep you any longer, though I regret that our messenger shall not arrive until noon. I hope you shall not mind if you have to remain one more night in these modest surroundings. I am sure you eager to return to London. Your wife must wish to see you.
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It was hard to ever calm himself down completely while speaking to the Countess. The words rolled off the tongue and he would have delighted in their flirtatious tone if not for the fact that he was a married man and... He hesitated to think of it in such terms but she did rather scare him. She had the most efficient way of making a man feel cornered and the maddening pert was that he almost craved the attention even though or possible because it scared him. He was surprised by her choice, especially because it seemed to lack much of what they'd discussed earlier, but Jonathan didn't press the point, he was eager not to spend the added time here that the purchase of multiple dwellings would cause. Still, he found it a little strange that she'd picked the one he could describe most clearly even if his description might not be as nice as the other homes. The only reason he remembered it in such detail was that he had passed it so often. It's been a pleasure. I think that I shall see if I can convince the driver of the post carriage to return me to town tomorrow so that I might return home and see my Mina. I'll send the documents ahead, of course, so that you'll be able to pick up the key to your new lodgings at the bank when you make your first deposit there. He said, inhaling softly before he stood. Once again he felt like the rabbit under the wolf's gaze, only he'd quit holding perfectly still and decided to run for it. He looked to the countess and gave her another smile. I'll show myself to my rooms and begin addressing some envelopes. He explained as he took a step backward from her without letting his gaze leave her. I appreciate your hospitality and I look forward to seeing you in London. He told her. That was half true and for all the wrong reasons but it had been the polite thing to say. With that he turned and started for his room, resisting the urge to turn around, lest her eyes draw him back in.
Thread: Countess Cocula (Yenpointfive & AmiralRouge)

As before, Jonathan found the fire in his room ablaze, and the heat it brought forth bookended his walk from the equally warm dining room through the cold corridors of the castle. Beyond the window, the Transylvanian landscapedominated by the tree-blanketed ridges and valleys of the Carpathiansstood in its own peculiar union of the placid and the foreboding, the latter element helped not too little by the baying of wolves in the distance. A solitary called pierced the Stygian mountainside, and was answered by a chorus of others. Within the castle walls, however, all was quiet. The countess was already preparing for her journey, but from his room Jonathan heard nothing of her movements. No footsteps sounded or echoed in the hallways, no plates or glasses clinked from belowor if they did, the sound was lost in the density of the old stone walls. For all the conscious mind could know, time itself might have ceased to move within the castle, save for flickering of the fire in the hearth, and the fact that the distant wolf calls still carried through the old glass window. As for the countess, though, she might still have been standing as she had been when Jonathan left her upright and dignified, proud, but quiet, reticent, and ever so mysterious. Her hands hand been clasped singularly before her, each long, painted nail like a raptor's talon stained with the blood of a fresh kill.
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Strangely enough Jonathan found himself opening the window as the first howl went up, just a crack, but it helped him listen better. The sound chilled his blood but in a way it was comforting too. The baying of the wolves reminded him that he wasn't crazy to find the Carpathians a frightening place, as well as the one who dwelt within them, or would until he finished his work. He began to address the letters as he said he would, making certain that each of them would reach its intended destination, along with the one intended for Mina, which he quickly amended to mention his imminent return. The work didn't take long but he double and triple checked that everything would be reaching the correct office. Then he took a little while to just listen to the wolves. Frightening though he found them he appreciated that their intentions for him were simple. He was putting off sleep and he knew it. He'd have put it off all night if not for the fear that he might doze off and not be downstairs bright and early for that mail coach. In the end he forced back that nagging worry that tonight's dreams might further shame him and shut the window to keep out the draft. He then slipped out of his clothing and into bed settling in for the night. It took him a little while still to drift off to sleep but drift off he did, still uneasy of what dreams may come.
Thread: Countess Cocula (Yenpointfive & AmiralRouge)

When they did come, his dreams were perhaps even more vivid than those of the previous night. Once again a vision of the countess came to him, though this time all in white instead of black. Seeming to materialise through the door itself, her elegant figure ghosted across the floor in a blanched silk nightdress, looking more like Mina at first than herself. The garment was low-cut, and not too loose about the hips, and her bosom swelled beneath the gossamer fabric. Her eyes were dark, her lips a vibrant red, but it was those long, pointed red fingernails that swayed the dreamer from believing the apparition to be his wife. Yet she came to him with all the sensual, loving allure that Mina herself would have come to him with, crawling slowly but surely up the bed and peeling back the covers. Her breasts drew close to him, nestled snugly together in their silken cage, and those talon-like nails gently scratched his skin as she teased his underwear down and away from his manhood. Her tongue replaced the fabric, tasting the base of his cock and slowly dragging up the swelling shaft to lick the tip, and just before she took him in her mouth she smiled. In that moment her gaze seemed to pierce his very soul, and her lips parted to reveal a set of perfect white teethperfect but for two long, curving fangs. An uncontrollable rush betook the man's mind it seemed to swim, and the haze of the dream grew stronger. Was it not Mina, garbed in white? Minaan angel in white, not the temptress in black. It seemed so hard to be sure... She rose, and for a moment all was nebulous but for the kiss of wet lips upon the shaft of his cock the figure straddled him, and something slick and stiff emerged from between those lips, rubbing up against his own stiff shaft. Be gentle, my lover, she whispered. Mina... The name seemed to come to him again and again, as though it were being whispered in his ears by unseen, ghostly figures. Mina... make love to me... Mina... lover... Ohhhhh.... Jonathan felt his cock sink between cold cheeks, and a flash of the countess' face smiled down at him, fangs and all. Her ass squeezed his cock, and slowly her hips began to move, up and down his erect shaft. Mina... make love to me... Something warm and slick slid against his stomach it was rigid, and it twitched when his cock sank fully into her ass, and all the while her hips undulated slowly and smoothly, her buttocks rolling erotically in his lap. Red lips smiled down at him, and the face seemed to shift between that of the countess and of his wife. Mina... Mina... make love to me, Jonathan...
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The haze addled Jonathan's thoughts as much so as it had before. As the countess approached him, as Mina approached him he couldn't find it in him to be afraid, she tugged back each layer of fabric and was greeted by his hard manhood, which she began to handle expertly. No wonder, considering that she had one of her own. Jonathan groaned as she tasted him and worked her way up to the tip, his fingers sliding down into her hair. When he caught the flash of her fangs he almost managed to recoil but then her lips wrapped around him and a smile spread across his own face, his fingers stroking her dark locks as she pleased him. Even as her shaft rubbed against his his mind went to Mina, the image forming in his head right away, the gorgeous dark hair, the body that inspired such cravings in him, she could very well be his Mina. Jonathan groaned as she straddled him, one hand going to her rear, the other coming to rest on her cock, stroking it gently as he had the night before. Mina had never done this before, never had a cock before either, but right now he didn't mind. His hips rolled against hers, his member sliding between her cheeks. The cold of her body was somewhat jarring and for just a second the illusion might have faltered, until he slipped inside of her. She was warm where it counted, on the inside and on her cock. He thrust into his wife's tight ass as he happily stroked Mina's cock for her, looking up into the Countess's eyes. That was what ruined it. Every other inch of her was Mina to him, the hair, the body, even her fangs and her cock didn't force his mind away from his wife. It was her eyes. Sure, they looked like Mina's in every regard but one, but it was a big one, she didn't love him. Sure, she wanted him, may have even had some twisted affection for him, but she could never get the look in his Mina's eyes exactly right. Jonathan growled, the haze, the lust, her tightness, it was all too much for him to stop. But the vision of Mina was gone and with it the tenderness he'd felt for her a moment ago. His hands went to her hips and he rolled them over onto the bed. She may have been stronger than he was but she didn't really weigh anything and such a feat was easy. With her on her back he began to thrust, his hips roughly hammering against hers. The look in his eyes was clear. Jonathan hated her, but he also wanted her, and he couldn't stop himself, even as his hand wrapped once more around her cock and began to jerk her off again in time with his thrusts.
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If with that flash of rage Jonathan assumed enough control for him to question on the morrow if this was really a dream, the line between reality and fancy would surely be blurred by how quickly his control was lost once more. For a few vivid moments he saw the countess gasping, her fangs extended over her bottom lip as she bit down on it in pained pleasure, and her cock twitched in his hand. His cock sank again and again into her tight, hot ass, and it was he who was in control... and then the whispering returned. All at once, all around him, Jonathan's ears were besieged by hushed, silken voices. Jonathan... Mistress... We want you... Let us play... Come to us... Mistress... Jonathan... Let us join... Jonathan... Mistress... In his mind the whispers danced and mingled, and for a moment everything was hazy once more, but for the sensation of his hips smacking against the countess' buttocks, and that of a warm hole around his cock. Somewhere he could hear her moaning too, but a chill took his spine, and from out of the ether two women appeared by his side. Ghostly pale they were, almost spectral, and completely naked. As they materialisedone blonde, one brunettethey took Jonathan's hands and drew them back from the countess. One turned to kiss him, whilst the other pressed up behind him, and began to buck her own hips in unison with his. For the second night in a row, the solicitor felt something slick and hard slide between his buttocks and over his asshole, and somewhere far off a familiar voice sounded... Jonathan... lover... make love to me... Jonathan... breed me... Beneath him Mina's face flickered again, but set therein were those cold, piercing eyesthose distant, unloving eyes. The countess gowned in white lay beneath him, pursing her lips and bucking her hips upwards, baring her fangs when she smiled and fucked herself on Jonathan's cock, and still the two women pressed against him on either side. One was at his neck now, biting, drawing blood, and the other followed suit. The cock between his cheeks was slick and smooth, and he felt the head press up against his hole and slip inside. Mina... the countess... whoever lay beneath him had her own cock in her hand, and with a soul-scarring howl she came, spilling hot, white fluids over her gown and breasts, her back arching in pleasure, her ass clenching around Jonathan's cock.
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He had her exactly where he wanted her, or so he thought. It would have been for the best if Jonathan had been able to reject the Countess, to pull away from her and end this mad dream of his. But he couldn't, and she knew it. He couldn't even stop himself from stroking her cock while he thrust his own inside of her. His thrusts had sped up too, eagerly pursuing his own climax. Then came the chill and the whispers. He didn't stop, not exactly. He did slow down greatly however, his hips only gently rolling against hers as the whispers surrounded him, and surround him they did. He couldn't pinpoint a speaker but the point the voices came from seemed to shift as if there were more than one speaker, all twirling around him like carrion birds ready to swoop down on their dinner. He had to shut his eyes for a second as the world swirled before him and the haze became stronger. When they opened again the women were on either side of him. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He felt his hands withdrawn away from the Countess and this time around he couldn't bring himself to fight. He felt one of the women move behind him and knew what he'd feel next even before that hardness presented itself between his cheeks. The fight went out of Jonathan quickly. The haze made fighting hard enough in the first place and it got so much harder when he admitted to himself that he wanted this. He was ashamed of it, but it was still true. He wanted the Countess to be Mina and he wanted that warm thickness prodding his asshole to enter him. He groaned as Not-Mina began to thrust her hips, fucking herself with his cock. He was already close from the way he'd been pounding into her earlier and the teasing at his rear didn't help. When the spectral woman slipped inside him he moaned, his hips squirming between the sensations assaulting him from both sides. His back stiffened and he cried out as he hit his limit, glancing down into Not-Mina's eyes with a defeated look as his hips bucked a bit of their own accord and filled her tight hole with his seed once more. She had won this night as well and with every spurt of cum inside her or every clench of his rear around her pet's member it became more clear. Jonathan had tried his best and he'd still failed.
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She came to him then, drawing herself up to kiss his lips. Three simple words sounded in his head as those cold eyes drew close to his think of Mina... The countess cupped his face, and gently pressed her red mouth to his. For a second all seemed still, but a slick cock was still prodding against his asshole, and before the countess drew away it was inside him, stretching him, filling him, and wordless whispers rang in his ears. Something warm trickled down his neck, and as the countess slipped away she was replaced by the mysterious, ghostly blonde woman. Her lips were bloodied, and when she smiled she too revealed a pair of fangs, these tipped in red. Ours , came the whispers. Ours... All ours... The remainder of Jonathan's vision was spent in a state of weakness, of tiredness, and despite his ghastly company he never woke in sweat or fear. Again and again the pair used him, at first pinning him face-down on the bed and riding him hard. Firm breasts pressed against his back, and the brunette's stiff cock thrust in and out of his ass, claiming it as her own. The women giggled and then fought, hissing like wild cats at one another for the right to ravage the solicitor's behind, and he couldn't be sure who won. All he knew was that one or the other fucked him, and soon a second cock was brought to his lips. Yessss... Ours... All ours... The pair fought again, but again Jonathan was fucked in mouth and ass, held between to thrusting pairs of hips, and two ghostly, ghastly figures. The women would have been beautiful if it weren't for those awful fangs and their bestial behaviour. At one point the sound of kissing rang out above him the two had made up, it seemed, or were simply caught in the carnal flow as one took him from behind and the other fucked his mouth. He was just a toy to them, and they used him well one drove her spasming cock deep inside of him when she came, and the other gasped and giggled when she finally pumped her seed down his throat. From there everything faded to nothingness, and when Jonathan awoke his sheets were a crumpled mess.