Copyright, Julie Woodcock, 2001The wolves gave her a bad moment after she slipped over the fencearound the mansion, exploding out at her from the trees with vicioussnarls, but she kept her head and took care of them with a series ofprecisely placed tranquilizer darts.The guards were next, but they were even easier than the wolves. Theycame running with drawn guns, only to pull up in bewilderment at thesight of Anika in her neon pink sports bra and black bicycle shortswith pink piping. The two looked from her curling blonde hair to herbountiful cleavage and deducted thirty points from her IQ, just asmen always did. They probably would have grabbed a male, slammed himagainst the nearest wall, and demanded what his business was, butthey holstered their guns and asked Anika if she was lost.She'd smiled sweetly and shot them with the last two tranqs, savoringthe shock on their faces as they fell.Getting past the mansion's security system was more difficult, butVan Helsings had been breaking and entering the various domiciles ofVlad Dracula for a hundred years. In the end, she defeated thesensors and silent alarm and slipped silently inside.Finding her way to his coffin was more difficult. The house wasenormous, but unlike his Carfax Abbey haunt, it was lovely andmodern, with thick carpeting, beautiful art and antiques, and not acobweb or Renfield to be seen.Anika found it a little unnerving. It was one thing to murder amonster in a crypt, another thing altogether to kill someone whocollected Monet.Still, she had her duty.She knew from hacking into the security system that the house hada "wine cellar" - and she was willing to bet there was a lot morethan bottles of port kept there.According to the schematics, the cellar door was located in thelibrary near the fireplace -- a strange place for it. But when shewalked into the room, she saw nothing but shelf after shelf of books.It must be concealed.Conscious of the rapidly setting sun, Anika began searching for thetrigger she knew must open the panel. She also knew she'd better findit fast. The tranquilizer would be wearing off soon, but if the sunset before her task was done, guards and wolves were the least of herproblems.She finally found the trigger in the bookshelves, behind a copy ofStoker's novel. Pushing a button concealed in the wall, Anikawondered whether Dracula had more of a sense of humor than any of herrelatives had ever given him credit for.A section of the bookcase lifted into the ceiling with a hum and thegentle rumble of hidden machinery, revealing a black square of utterdarkness. Swallowing, Anika pulled the flashlight out of her backpack flicked it on, and stepped inside. Playing the flashlight overthe floor, she found a stairway winding downward, barely wide enoughfor her shoulders.It wasn't easy descending into that darkness, especially knowing whathad happened to five generations of Van Helsings at Dracula's hands.Over the past 104 years, her great-grandfather Barend, great-uncleDevoss, Uncle Lange, and most recently, cousin Dehaan had all mettheir deaths trying to kill him.Then again, they'd also managed to do a great deal of damage, slayingtwo of his undead wives, several henchman and four vampiremistresses, as well as burning one of his houses down around hisears.Yet Stoker's book notwithstanding, none of them had ever managed totouch the monster himself. She wasn't sure whether her great-great-grandfather Abraham had lied to the Irish novelist, or whether Bramhad simply been guilty of trying to give his story a happy ending.The fact was, if any Van Helsing was going to be responsible forDracula's death, it would have to be Anika. She was the last of herline. Dracula had systematically pruned all the other branches of herfamily tree.Which was why Grandpa Koenraad had called her to his deathbed andmade her swear to stake the monster. The old man could not stand thethought that "that unholy killer" would outlive the last of the VanHelsing men. One she gave her reluctant promise, he coughed his lastfrom lung cancer and died with a smile on his lips. If he was awarehe was sending her into danger, it did not seem to worry him.She wondered if he would have gone so peacefully if he'd known she'dagreed for reasons that had nothing to do with revenge, duty or evenfamily pride, and everything to do with secret guilt.At last she reached the bottom of the winding stairway to find athick steel door. She knelt and pulled out the pack of lockpicks hergrandfather had given her when she was five years old. Using them onthe door was the work of a moment - a tense, sweaty, heart-poundingmoment.A thought slipped into her consciousness: What was she doing here? Ifshe failed, the last Van Helsing would die as so many before her had -struggling helplessly against Dracula's inhumanly powerful body withhis fangs buried in her throat as he drank her life's blood.And yet, if she did not make the attempt, the thought of him wouldcontinue to haunt her as it had for the past ten years. She had nochoice. It was this, or go mad.Mouth dry, Anika turned the knob. The door swung open smoothly,without so much as a dramatic creak.Light flooded into the stairwell from the room beyond. She rose onquivering legs and walked inside.The magnificent coffin dominated the room, its smooth black finishgleaming in the muted light from a single lamp. Nearby stood thebiggest bed she'd ever seen, spread with a scarlet silk coverlet thatshimmered like a lake of blood. The wood of the headboard was black,intricately carved with leaves and figures she could not make outclearly. Brass rings gleamed against the wood.She wondered why the hell he slept in a coffin rather than thatsensuously tempting bed.The room around the coffin was opulent and vaguely gothic in feel.Carved wooden pillars supported an arching ceiling painted with lushnudes she preferred not to examine too closely. A marble fireplacebig enough to roast a boar dominated one entire end of the room.Beside it sat an enormous chair that bore more than a passingresemblance to a throne. It and the footstool in front of it wereupholstered in matte black leather.Fine paintings hung on the wall, again depicting classical themes.All of them, she realized, dealt with seduction - nymphs yieldingprettily to handsome gods, a virgin coaxing a unicorn to her hand ashunters waited in the surrounding woods.But it was the coffin that held Anika's sickly fascination. He won'tbe the same, she told herself, moving toward it on leaden legs. Hewon't be the man from my dream.The dreams had been haunting her for the past ten years - dreams ofseduction and submission, dreams of being taken by a dark, muscledstranger with glowing eyes and white fangs. Dreams of yielding to hisdemanding mouth and hands. Dreams of fangs and blood and dominance.Wrong. All wrong. Van Helsings did not have such dreams. Not aboutDracula.She stared at the coffin, her eyes wide and dry as she swung the backpack off her shoulder. The zipper hissed under her fingers. Reachinginside, she pulled out the hammer and stake.The sharpened length of wood felt smooth and cold in her hand. It hadbelonged to Grandpa Koenraad, and it was very old, stained dark fromits lethal point to two thirds up its length with the blood of one ofDracula's minions. A mistress or a wife, she wasn't sure which.Her heart was pounding so hard she only hoped it did not wake him.She had to put her weapons down to raise the coffin lid. It washeavy, a massive piece of intricately carved black wood she couldbarely lift. Unlike the door, it raised with a creak that made thehair lift on the back of her neck.What the hell happened to your cape and tuxedo? she thought, eyeswidening.He was naked. Magnificently naked, broad shoulders pressing the wallsof the coffin, his biceps bulging as his hands lay crossed over hispowerful chest. She had thought - had hoped - he would be thin andbloodless and ancient, not this dark and virile figure.Unable to stop herself, Anika scanned the length of him. And stoppeddead, her eyes fastened in titillated shock on his rock-harderection. It was a thick, threatening length, flushed rose anduncircumcised, its bulging tip brushing his navel. His balls lay darkand heavy in a nest of curling black hair that thinned only slightlyas it continued up the length of his cobblestoned belly. His legswere long and muscular, with the powerful thighs of a horseman.Finally she dragged her fascinated eyes back to his face. Hisfeatures arrogantly Slavic, broad of cheekbone and forehead, strongof chin, with eyes deep-set under thick dark brows. His hair waslonger than she'd expected, curling down to his powerful shoulders.But it was his mouth that riveted her attention. Sensuous and alittle cruel, it curled in a slight smile that revealed the tips ofhis fangs.She knew that mouth. Knew it all too well. She'd been seeing it indreams for years.Yet she had never met Dracula. Never even seen him at a distance orin a painting - and there were no photographs. Grandpa Koenraad hadnever described him as anything but a cold, inhuman monster.As Anika stared down at that too-familiar face, she realized thetruth. A sudden, wild fury washed over her. The bastard has beencoming into my dreams. Seducing me. Taunting me.No more, by God.With a snarl, she bent and picked up her weapons. Her hand shakingwith rage, she put the tip of the stake between his beautifulpectoral muscles. The lethal point dimpled the skin. For a moment sheimagined the spill of blood, the convulsion of that magnificent body,the shock and betrayal in his dark eyes. The thought almost stoppedher."No," she told him savagely as she drew back the hammer. "You'vefucked me for the last time."A powerful hand blurred up and locked around her wrist, holding thehammer at bay. His dark eyes snapped open as his lips drew back froma snarl. "I haven't even started."***Dracula didn't trust himself to touch her. That she, of all of them,dared to lift a hand against him sent such hot fury boiling throughhis veins, he feared he'd kill her.He sent the hammer and stake flying with a surge of telekinesis, thenswept her up on a wave of mental energy and pinned her against acolumn. With a gesture, he called a coil of rope from its drawer andbound her, the thick cord wrapping itself around her lush body likean obedient snake."I suppose this is no more than I deserve for being such a fool," hesnarled, as he called a robe from his armoire and whipped it aroundhimself. "I should have known you'd be no different from the rest ofyour murderous family.""You're one to talk about murderers." Her blue eyes glittered withdefiance, but there was the faintest vulnerable quiver to herluscious lower lip. He wondered if her mouth really tasted as sweetas it had in the dreams. "How many helpless women have you raped anddrained?""None," Dracula growled back. "I don't make war on women. I leavethat to Van Helsing's spawn."He stalked toward her, deliberately letting her see he was staring ather breasts. They looked round and full and deliciously tempting asthey quivered with her agitated breathing. A coil of rope pressedjust under one of the nipples he could see jutting against thatludicrous sports bra she wore. He thought about pulling the cup downand rasping the hemp back and forth over the sensitive little peak.She'd always loved being taunted that way in her dreams.Well, now there was nothing to stop him from indulging himself as hepleased, not even his own conscience. He'd denied himself all theseyears to spare her, and she'd rewarded him with attempted murder. Hecould do any damn thing he liked to her, secure in the knowledge shedeserved it.And he knew she'd love every minute of her punishment.Dracula closed on her until the erect tips of her breasts brushed hischest and his heavy cock curved against her belly. Her eyes flickeredas she lost some of her bravado, her wide eyes focused on his mouth.He bared his fangs at her, and she sucked in a breath. He wondered ifshe knew she was at least as aroused as she was afraid. He couldsmell the faint musk as she dampened between her legs.God, he'd dreamed of her for so long. And she'd rewarded him bytrying to drive a stake through his heart."So," he said, "What brings you to throw yourself into the devil'shands? Did that old bastard grandfather of yours finally drift off tohell, sending you to play assassin as his dying act?"Her eyes flickered, and he knew his guess was correct. He thoughtabout reading her mind directly, but he found he didn't want to tastethe hate he knew he'd find in her mind. "There was nobody else," shegritted. "You killed all the others.""Only because they kept trying to kill me." He leaned down andbreathed in, inhaling the scent of her hair. She'd washed it insomething that smelled of jasmine. " What a cold and callous monsterKoenraad was. I wouldn't have sent a child of mine after Dracula."Lifting a knuckle, he brushed it over her breast and smiled when hernipple plumped, straining toward his touch."What do you expect? You murdered his wife," she spat. "He wantedrevenge."He gritted his teeth. "Koenraad murdered his wife. He drove a stakethrough her back as she lay in my arms.""He did it to save her soul!""He did it to save his pride!" Dracula whirled away from her, nottrusting himself so close to her with fury gripping him. "He'd beatenher for years. Why do you think she came to me? She thought I was theonly man who could - or would - protect her from the rabid dog she'dmarried. But her trust was misplaced. He attacked us as we slept andfled while I grieved. He didn't even have the courage to try to killme.""You're lying!""If only I were." Dracula laughed bitterly. "Like his grandfatherAbraham before him, Koenraad was only a man with someone weaker thanhe was. That's why this feud began. I took Abraham to task for histreatment of his wife, so he killed her and came after me. He playedHarker and the others as his pawns."Anika looked at him, her full mouth working. He could see she wantedto deny the truth, but on some level she knew better. He wondered ifKoenraad had ever turned his hand against her - and looking into hereyes, he realized she had.His conscience reared. She had suffered enough for being a VanHelsing. He should not blame her for what she'd done in a misguidedattempt to gain the love of a grandfather who had never been worthyof her anyway.Yet he also knew he could not simply release her without making sureshe would not come after him again - or worse, teach her sons to takeup the family crusade.He moved toward her. She shifted uneasily in her bonds, and he felttemptation surge through him. God, he'd love to keep her. But he didnot indulge his lust with unwilling women. Otherwise he wouldn't havedenied himself when he'd first discovered her ten years ago.It was the anniversary of Lina's death, and he'd finally learnedwhere that bastard Koenraad had hidden all these years. But when hearrived at the sleeping household, he found the bastard had grownfeeble and elderly after so many decades. Dracula's honor did notpermit the murder of an old man, even one who so richly deserved it.Then he'd discovered Anika sleeping across the hall. He later learnedshe'd moved in the year before to care for KoenraadSeeing her lying in the tumbled sheets in a silk gown that displayedher every lush curve, Dracula had been unbearably tempted. He'dflowed as mist into her room, surrounded her lovely body, and surgedinto her mind. What he found there astonished and aroused him.Anika was wrapped in the arms of a dream Dracula, yielding inluscious submission as he punished her for her family's sins. And thereal Dracula, with a wicked chuckle of delight, had spun the dreaminto hot, erotic detail and shared it with her. For hours he'dtormented and pleasured her, his cock hard as a sword while shewrithed and pleaded for a mercy she didn't want. She responded withsuch luscious intensity to the images he created, he was tempted tomake them a reality.But fearing the old bastard across the hall would wake, Dracularestrained himself. He knew too well what Van Helsings did to womenthey considered tainted by his touch, and he did not care to put herin that much danger. He'd already learned he couldn't always protecths lovers.Yet he couldn't stay away either. He came to her dreams several timesafter that, making love to her, savoring the pleasure games theyplayed. In the end, though, he knew he had to leave her. He did notwant to lose another woman as he'd lost Lina.But now she was the only Van Helsing left. The others were dead -he'd killed the last of Abraham's heirs after the young bastard hadmurdered a woman for spending a single night with Dracula. Dehaan haddied believing he'd saved her soul, the ignorant bully.As Dracula looked at Anika now, he thought how easy it would be tofinally make her his own. There was even a certain poetic justice toit. But no. He did not force himself on the unwilling. He wouldsimply make sure she forgot him and send her on her way.He reached into her mind....And felt his jaw drop.No matter what Anika thought she was doing when she came here, deepinside she had never planned to kill him. That's why she'd arrived solate in the day, when the sun had loosened its grip on his mind.She'd known he'd wake. Subconsciously, she'd intended to deliverherself to him. She'd wanted to play out their dreams in hot reality.Looking down into her defiant eyes and the soft swells of the breastsshe'd displayed for him, Dracula felt a wicked grin spread across hisface.As Anika watched dry-mouthed, the belt of Dracula's silk robe untieditself. A swath of muscled skin appeared all the way from hispowerfully corded neck to his strong ankles. Her eyes trackedhelplessly down it, taking in the swells of pectorals and cobblestoneabdominals, covered in a silky ruff of chest hair that thickened asit descended. Until her eyes found his cock jutting between the edgesof the robe, a thick length of hard flesh, flushed red in lust.He propped a massive forearm against the column over her head andleaned close, so close she felt his breath warm against hercheek. "Normally when someone tries to kill me, my policy is to...."He paused and lowered his head until she felt a puff of breath rightat the sensitive point where the angle of her jaw met herthroat. "...feed on them." His tongue flicked out to scald the thinflesh under her ear. She jerked. Her nipples brushed against theslick silk covering his chest. Something inside her loosened andflooded her belly with heat. Her heart was pounding so hard shewondered if it deafened him.He lifted a hand to run a long finger over the edge of the sportsbra, just touching the delicate skin of her breasts swelling over thefabric. "But in your case, I think that would be a waste of anopportunity," his voice was low, rumbling at a register she seemed tofeel in her bones. His crisp English accent had thickened into aSlavic purr. "Considering what your family has done to every womanI've ever loved, I think it would be much more ... poetic to make youa slave to my cock.""Why bother?" she growled. "You've been raping me in my dreams foryears.""But that was a dream." He hooked a long finger in the bra betweenher breasts. "I didn't actually get to taste you. Besides, I haven'tcome into your dreams in years. If you've still been seeing methere...." With a skillful tug, he jerked the bra down, freeing bothher nipples but leaving the fabric cupping her. "...That's yourdoing." The finger left the conquered fabric and traced upward over afull curve to one desperately hard pink tip. Idly, he stroked thesensitive flesh."Have you been dreaming about me, Anika?" he asked, nuzzling herthroat. "About being tied for my hands and mouth while you pay foryour family's sins? How does your dream Dracula punish you?""Fuck you," she snarled.He laughed, a dark rumble. "Eventually. At the moment, though, I'm inthe mood for discipline." He ran his fingertips over the slope of onebreast across to the next. Gently, he squeezed its hot rose tip. "Andjudging from this hard little nipple, so are you."She jerked against her bonds and gritted inventive curses.His fingers tightened on the tiny erection with a grip just short ofpain. "Darling, a slave does not use that kind of language to hermaster."Wood rasped. Anika jerked her head around just in time to see acabinet slide open. Something small and golden lifted into the airand zipped across the room into Dracula's waiting hand. He held it upin front of her eyes. It was a small gold clamp. She jerkedinvoluntarily, knowing what he meant to do with it.Dracula smiled down at her, mocking and male, his fangs flashingwhite. Slowly, he closed one big hand around her breast, forcing thenipple to pout. With the other, he caught the needy tip between theclamp's shining jaws and let them close.Her back arched at the sensation. The clamp wasn't strong enough toreally hurt, but the pressure made her gasp."Ah, the look in your eyes," he said softly, leaning more of hisweight against her. She felt his cock press hard against herbelly. "Making you pay is going to be so sweet. I can't wait to hearyou plead for mercy." He lowered his voice to a hot whisper that sentthe breath surging against her ear. "I can almost hear you. 'Don't,Dracula. No more, please." He caught her lobe between his teeth andgently bit down. "'It will never fit.'"Her mouth was dry as sand, her captured nipple radiating hot pleasurethrough her breast. "Don't flatter yourself. This isn't thenineteenth century, and I'm not a virgin." She set her teeth andlied. "And you're not that big."He chuckled, a rich and wicked sound. "That sounded like a challenge.Rash of you." He sent his hand drifting down the line of her tightabdomen, brushing the skin left bare by her top, then down over thesnug fabric of her bicycle shorts. "And as to your virginity ... Idoubt your experience is quite as wide as you'd like to believe."Long fingers pressed between her thighs at just the spot to sendpleasure zinging through her system. "But by the time I'm throughwith you, it will be."Dracula stared down into her hot, defiant eyes. Her body may havedriven her to him, but her mind wasn't ready to submit. He would haveto force her to confront her hunger for his dominance. He felt a darksmile spread across his face. He knew it would be one of the mostdelicious things he'd done in the last hundred years.Strip her first, he decided. He wanted her to feel the vulnerabilityof being naked and at his mercy. Besides, he hungered to see her lushnudity again.Stepping back, he ignored her venomous glare as he looked her up anddown, making the stare as deliberately possessive as he could. Hethought about cutting her clothes off, then decided ripping themwould be so much more dramatic.He moved closer again until his heavy cock brushed her satin skin.Her eyes widened, reading his intention, but he ignored her panic andcaught the cups of her bra in each hand. He jerked. Fabric gave underhis strength with a snarl as she jumped. Dracula gave her a small,taunting smile and held up the ripped halves of the bra in eitherhand. "You're not going to need this." He tossed the halves into thecorner. "Besides, I've always hated that shade of pink."Looking down at her full, delicious breasts quivering with the aftereffects of his violence, he smiled and delicately caressed onenipple. "This shade, on the other hand, I like a great deal." Slowly,he lowered his head, giving her plenty of time to anticipate. Heflicked the point of his tongue over the tip, tasting salt and woman.Inhaling, he drank in the intoxicating scent of her blood beatingjust under the velvety surface. He opened his mouth and took hernipple for a deep, drawing suckle.Anika stiffened. "Bastard," she hissed, but her banging heart pickedup speed.The gold clamp had gone flying when he'd ripped her bra, but hecalled it to his hand and applied it slowly to the other nipple,catching the tip between the tiny jaws, letting them close, thenpulling back until it snapped free. Only to capture the crest againand repeat the process. Over and over. All the while, he sucked andlicked at the other breast until the nipple was violently red andswollen and wet from his mouth. She twisted against him, cursing himin a low, straining voice. He wondered if she heard the arousal init.Finally, deciding she'd had enough of that particular foreplay forthe moment, he drew back and grabbed the waistband of her bicycleshorts. The flesh over her hip felt like fine silk against hisknuckles as he fisted his hand and jerked. The nylon stretched andtore. Smiling darkly, he made short work of the tatters that remaineduntil she was completely naked. Her glorious blonde bush shownbetween her long, strong thighs like strands of gold. He stepped backand gestured. The ropes binding her to the post fell away."Now I think it's time you learned your place," Dracula said, arousalrasping in his own voice. He gave her a slow, taunting smile. "Suckyour master's cock."Anika sneered. "Go to hell."His grin broadened. "Now that was a mistake."He moved so fast Anika didn't have time to react. One minute she wasbracing herself to attack him. The next, she was head down staring atthe thick, fine nap of the carpet. Her thighs were trapped andimmobile, and something wrapped around the base of her skull.It took her a dizzy moment to realize she was draped belly-downacross Dracula's lap, her legs clamped between his, his hand holdingher head just over the floor. She wondered how he'd gotten them intothe chair so quickly. "What the hell are you doing?" she demanded,and winced at the panic in her own voice."Preparing to explain your duties and the consequences if you don'tcarry them out," he told her. He sounded darkly, richly amused, butthere was a note of erotic anticipation in his voice as well.It suddenly struck her she was in the perfect position for aspanking. Automatically, she tried to rear up, but the long fingerscircling her nape kept her effortlessly in place. Something hardrested against the curve of her hip. Licking her dry lips, sherealized it was his erection. "You can take your consequences andshove them right up your...." she began.A crack of flesh meeting flesh with a fiery surge of pain interruptedher. He'd hit her! The bastard had actually slapped her ass! Stunnedto silence, she blinked at the intricate pattern of the Persiancarpet."When I tell you I want your mouth," he told her in a low Slavicrumble, "you are to go to your knees and take my cock down yourthroat to the balls. When I want your cunt, you will assume theposition I direct and meet my thrusts with eagerness. When I lust foryour ass, you will spread your cheeks and relax your sphincter for myuse."Outraged, she spat a curse, only to choke at another hard impact ofhis big palm."If you don't do these things," he continued, silky andimplacable, "I will punish you in a way I will enjoy a great deal,and which you will not relish at all. Then I will take you as Iplease. Is this clear?""I am not going to become your slave!" She squirmed, trying to escapethe warm, muscled prison of his thighs. "If you're going to kill me,do it!""I don't kill women," he said. To her shock, she felt not anotherpunishing swat but his fingertips tracing gentle, tempting patternsover the curve of her bottom. "It's beneath my honor. Besides, thereare so many much more pleasant things to do.""Rapists don't have any moral high ground, Dracula." Her eyes fell onhis muscled calf and narrowed. She started to lunge in and bite himthere, only to be brought up short by strong fingers wrapping aroundher blonde hair.The sensuous purr became a growl. "Actually, I think this is mercifulof me, considering you tried to murder me in my sleep." Using hisgrip on her hair, he dragged her snapping teeth a safer distance fromhis flesh. "And if anyone does any biting here, it will be me.""You...."His hand lifted and fell in a ringing smack that made her jerk. "Youwill not raise your hand - or anything else - against me again."Another burning swat landed. She squirmed, then stiffened at thetempting sensation of her groin rubbing against his powerful leg. Shefroze, trying to avoid building her own shameful arousal.But the attempt at self-control was fruitless. For the next minute,he subjected her to a rain of flaming smacks that made the cheeks ofher butt burn and swell until she found herself writhing. And eachtime she twisted against him, she felt that deep, fugitive sizzle ofpleasure.Oh, God, Anika thought, looking up the length of her body. Hernipples were as hard as little pink stones, and her sex.... Cheeksstinging with humiliation, she realized she was very wet. Dear Lord,she hoped he didn't know.The rhythm of the spanking broke as he paused. His broad chest movedagainst her as he inhaled deeply. He laughed, a soft, mockingrumble. "My little slave is juicing nicely. Beginning to hunger foryour master's dick, are you?""I'd rather fuck a snake!" she spat, and yelped as his hand slappeddown on her aching ass."These lies are growing tiresome, Anika." One strong finger slidsuddenly into her helplessly wet cunt. "You're far too creamy to passyourself off as an unwilling victim. Isn't it time you admittedyou're getting exactly what you came here for?"Anika clamped her bottom lip between her teeth to hold back a moan asDracula began slowly stroking in and out of her needy body. Shecouldn't seem to muster enough self control to spit another curse athim.He added a second finger. "For years you fantasized about being myproperty, even before I came to you....""No!""Yes." He rotated his wrist, twisting his fingers deep as he thumbedher hard, wet clit. "Koenraad and his fool's quest merely providedyou with an excuse to surrender yourself to my use."She forced herself to laugh even as she wondered sickly whether hewas right. "That ego of yours is as monstrous as your appetites.""Is it?" Dracula withdrew his fingers from her wet, clinging fleshand drove them deep again, three fingers this time, stretching herdeliciously. "You knew it was almost sunset when you lifted the lidof my coffin. If you'd really meant to kill me, you'd have come inthe morning, when I sleep most deeply.""There were too many people around the mansion walls then!" She shuther eyes against the spiral of pleasure he aroused with every slickstroke."And a girl smart enough to handle my wolves and my guards couldn'tdeal with a few inconvenient witnesses? I think not." He withdrew hisslick fingers, then drove one of them deeply into her anus. Shegasped at the painful pleasure of an invasion she'd never experiencedbefore. "You wanted this, Anika. You wanted to wear my collar andserve my cock."His thumb circled her clit, setting off a wave of pleasure so fierceit was all Anika could do not to come bent across his thighs. She hadto fight it, or he'd know his accusations were shamefully true. Andthen she'd be truly lost. "I'm a Van Helsing," she said, but thewords emerged on a groan. "I want to drive a stake through yourfucking heart."Her blazing ass hit the carpet as he dumped her from his lap and roseto his full, imposing height. "The only one who's going to getimpaled here is you," he said coldly. "Now suck my cock like theslave you hunger to be."Quivering, she stared at his jutting erection. It was massively thickand flushed, and looking at it, she felt her cunt weep with lust. Shewanted to feel it driving into her while he covered her with thatpowerfully muscled body and rode her hard.Oh, God. He was right. The realization hit her like a punch. She'dcome here knowing he'd take her captive and do exactly what he wasdoing now. Force her to submit to his hunger - and her own.Anika jumped up, but before she could whirl his hand came down on hershoulder and forced her effortlessly to her knees. A big hand wrappedaround her hair and dragged her head forward. She stared at the broadtempting length of flesh waiting for her mouth....And with a little sob, leaned forward and took him as deeply as shecould.Dracula's knees almost buckled at the searing pleasure of her softlips engulfing the head of his cock. He stiffened his legs. He knewhe had to drive his dominance home. "Deeper," he said, and stopped toclear his throat. Lust had made him hoarse. "You're not somedebutante deigning to pleasure her boyfriend. You're a slave. Iexpect to feel your chin against my balls."With a shamed little whimper, she worked to take him further insideher wet mouth. The feeling of her slick tongue stroking the undersideof his cock almost tore a groan from him. "Not good enough," he saidharshly. "More."Her lips worked another inch down his shaft. His balls drew tight andheavy. Unable to resist their driving lash, Dracula began to rock hiships, thrusting into the wet, silken cavern of her throat. She made achoked sound, and he moderated the depth of his entry.A shudder tore up his spine. God, how long he had wanted to fuck herlike this, to watch her yield to him with the eager submission she'dshown him in her dreams. How many times had he left her exhausted inher twisted sheets, limp with repeated climaxes while he returnedaching to his coffin to seek a lonely relief from his hand? Knowinghe could have had her, yet determined not to put her at risk.The dreams had never been enough.Now she was his. She'd delivered herself to him. And he would takeruthless advantage of the opportunity to enslave her thoroughly. Withher he could indulge the hunger he'd always held so tightly incontrol. She would belong to him in a way none of the others had, nothis mistresses, not even his wives. Her passion was a match for his,and he meant to drag it from her in honeyed gasps.Sweet Jesu, how her mouth tugged so sweetly on his cock, how hertongue stroked and licked. He felt the pleasure of it gather in hisbelly, a burning, urgent fire.His eyes snapped open. "Get those hands from between your thighs," hehissed. "I didn't give you leave to come."Anika moaned around his cock but took her fingers away. He couldsmell her desperate ardor. She'd be more desperate yet before he wasdone.He shortened his thrusts, feeling his climax boiling, on the verge ofbursting up his shaft. He let it roll over him in a wave offlame. "Drink, Anika." His cock began to pulse, then shoot againsther tongue. "Drink every drop."And she did.***Anika sat at Dracula's feet, the taste of his cum bitter on hertongue, her sex so wet and aching she wanted to whimper. She thoughtif she didn't climax soon, she'd go insane. She'd been so close whenhe'd ordered her fingers from her clit.... She knew the thought ofmasturbating while being forced to suck her enemy's cock should shameher, but she burned with such intensity there was no room forembarrassment.But he had already peaked. Would he leave her like this? God, shecouldn't stand it if he did."Dracula," she said hoarsely, looking up the length of his body,placing her hands on the hard muscle of his thighs. "I need.... Ineed you."He looked down at her, his features cool, faintly amused, as if hehadn't just shot her mouth full of hot seed. "Is that how a slavebegs her master?"A sane fragment of her mind protested the term and hated even morethe idea of begging him for anything. But her body was far pastpride. "Please, master!" She couldn't believe she'd actually said thewords. Couldn't believe a Van Helsing was begging Dracula on herknees. "Please let me come..."A tight smile stretched his sensuous mouth. Before she even knew he'dswept her up, she was cradled in his arms as he carried her towardthe bed. Relief made her babble. "Thank you, oh God, I thought I'd gocrazy...""You may yet," he said, and tossed her on the bed. Before she couldmove, he was on her, his big hands spreading her thighs, wrappingaround her knees, his mouth sealing itself over her sex. She felt thestab of his tongue like a knife thrust to over-sensitized nerves.Throwing back her head, she gasped as he ruthlessly suckled andflicked her hard clit. In seconds, he ripped a screaming climax fromher.But even as she bucked and screamed, he kept going, licking andnibbling, driving her higher. She wrapped one hand in his long,silken hair and clawed helplessly at the counterpane with the other.No sooner had she tumbled from the crest than he was driving her upanother. Mindless, she rolled her hips against his face, smearing herjuices over him. When she looked down, she could see his eyes glowingred over her grinding pussy as he watched her abandoned reaction.The sight drove her over the crest again.He drew back then, watching possessively as she struggled to breathe.Releasing her knees, he reached up her sides to stroke the curves ofher breasts and delicately toy with her nipples. Just as she waswondering if those two hard, fast climaxes would be it, he loweredhis head again.This time his mouth coaxed delicately, playing between her lipsrather than directly on her clit, building her heat again. His tongueslipped up her creaming pussy in a long, slow stroke of wet flesh onwet flesh as his fingers toyed with her nipples.Dracula released one breast as she rolled her hips, desperate formore of the delicious stimulation he was giving her. Sliding twofingers into her, he rotated his wrist, screwing her deeply.Withdrawing them, he pressed them to her anus and drove them inside.Her back arched at the burning, relentless invasion of her flesh."I think I'll have you wear a butt plug," he said idly. "You need tobe stretched so I can use your ass more easily."Her eyes widened as she remembered the width of his cock strokingbetween her lips. Panic made her eyes widen. "You can't!"His fingers pressed deeper. "I certainly can."Trying to find a way to talk him out of it, she began, "I'venever...."He grinned. "Good.""But I don't want....""I don't care." He pushed himself onto all fours with an effortlessripple of muscle and crawled over her. She peered up at him wildly.His fangs showed white in his grin. "You're a slave, Anika. I'll takeyou as I please."Taking his big cock in hand, he presented it to her wet opening anddrove it inside, filling her in a thick, effortless rush. She wasstill shivering at the breathtaking invasion as he settled himselfover her and began to stroke. Deeply. In and out.Gasping, Anika stared up at his handsome, intent face, at thepowerful line of his shoulders looming over her. He felt so massiveinside her. So good.She shouldn't be doing this. Six generations of Van Helsings must bespinning in their graves.But his eyes were so dark, so endlessly seductive, and his cockpistoned in and out of her, dragging pleasure from her juicing flesh.She closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on the sensation, tryingto forget what she was doing and who she was doing it with.Until his voice rumbled in her ear. "Anika, give me your throat."Her eyes snapped open. He was poised over her, staring fiercely downat her. Demanding. His lips were parted, revealing the white lengthof his fangs. Hypnotized by the threat and promise of his mouth, shestared up at him.She knew he could have simply buried his teeth in her without asking.But that wasn't enough for him. He wanted her to agree to it. To bethe first Van Helsing to surrender her blood willingly. And God, shewas tempted.Misreading her alarm, he said, "I won't take more than a cup fromyou.""I can't!" There. She'd refused. Now he'd just take the decision fromher hands, and her conscience would be clear.His eyes narrowed. "Are you refusing your master?"Her pride, no longer overwhelmed by the demands of her body,rebelled. "I may be your captive, but I'm nobody's slave."His handsome face tightened, the planes of his face taking on hard,wolfish lines. "I thought I'd just demonstrated differently. Verywell then, your lessons will continue until you admit it."He slammed in a hard thrust, then began to ride her fast, in long,thick lunges that swiftly drove every thought of anything else out ofher mind. Her hunger spiraled again, and she surged against him,meeting him thrust for thrust. But his face was cold above hers,implacable, and she realized he had every intention of denying her.With a gasp, she began to grind, determined not to be left behind.The pleasure built, spiraling upward, stealing her breath. She suckedin a gasp, knowing his next thrust would tip her over....He froze, buried in her to the balls, throwing back his head with atriumphant roar."No!" Anika gasped.The hot embers of his climax still blazing in his eyes, he gave her amocking smile. "Lesson two," he said softly.***Anika lay on the Persian rug at Dracula's booted feet and fought thealmost irresistible need to writhe. Crossing his ankles, he lookeddown at her with a lazily sensuous smile from his padded swivel chairand said, "I think we've got them where we want them, Jack. Push alittle harder and they'll fold." He paused and looked toward hiscomputer screen, listening to phone receiver he cradled in one bighand.The dildo buried between her cheeks suddenly expanded, stretching heranus even wider as the clamps on her nipples delicately twisted,manipulated by the vampire's magic. Anika moaned behind her silk gag.Between her thighs, the clitoral vibrator buzzed for a few secondsbefore it cut off, adding to her erotic torment.It had been an hour since Dracula had held her down and calmlybuckled the harness holding the vibrator and butt plug around herhips, and she was rapidly on her way to losing her mind. She was sodesperate for relief she'd happily turn to her own fingers, but he'dalso put a set of leather cuffs around her wrists and attached themto the back of a collar he'd placed around her neck. Her ankles werecuffed to a spreader bar he'd added when she tried to kick him.Then he'd calmly carried her naked, helpless body up to his second-floor office, arranged her on the floor by his desk, and startedmaking calls to an endless series of overseas businesses."Tanaka needs to learn who he's dealing with," Dracula said, lookingdown at her as he leaned back in his chair. His dark eyes gleamed asthey studied her breasts, thrust upward by the pillow he'd placed atthe small of her back. One of the clamps released its captive nipple,then slowly closed again, not quite tight enough for pain, but morethan adequate to send another shimmer of pleasure along a nervoussystem already jangling. He smiled slowly, that sensuous mouthdisplaying just the tip of a fang. "I mean to have him begging formercy before I'm through. Handle it, Jack. I know you're up to thetask." He said his goodbyes and hung up, then immediately starteddialing the phone again.Anika closed her eyes, wondering how long it would be before shestarted begging herself. Between her legs, the butt plug rotated inthe grip of Dracula's magic, its ridges and knobs tormenting hertight flesh. She was so hot the sensation felt more like pleasurethan pain. Opening her lids a crack, she eyed the vampire's crotch ashe began a rapid-fire flood of French. Behind the fly of his snugblack trousers, his cock was long and rock-hard. It was comforting toknow he was aroused as she was, despite the distraction of hisbusiness deals.Her eyes tracked upward to the muscled flesh showing between theedges of his open white shirt. The muscles of his abdomen flexed ashe spoke. She tried not to imagine the power they could bring tobear, driving that thick cock into her ass.At some point it had become a contest: would she break first and beghim to fuck her there, or would he lose control and mount her beforehe forced her to plead?She hadn't imagined it would even be a contest, hadn't even dreamedshe could entertain a need to feel that thick rod buggering her. Morethan an hour of lustful torment had taught her differently. She wasso hot now she'd moan in welcome if he slammed that phone down androlled her over for use. Hearing a desperate whimper emerge frombehind her gag, she ground her teeth.Dracula growled something in French and dropped the phone into itscradle His dark eyes fell on her and instantly began to blaze.Booming male laughter rolled through the room. "Only you, Vlad," anunfamiliar male voice said. "When vampire hunters attack me in mycoffin, they always look like Jack Palance. You get the Penthouseversion of Buffy the Vampire Slayer."Startled, Anika looked up as a handsome blond man strolled indolentlyinto the office. Brilliant blue eyes examined her chained nudity withhungry interest. The gray Armani suit he wore contrasted starkly withthe riding crop he held in one big hand."I heard about your little security breach," he said toDracula. "Glad to see you have it so well in hand."Dracula sat back with a low laugh. "Well, of course. Did you expectanything different?""Not really, no," the man said, moving to tower over her. Suddenlyhis stare sharpened. "By damn. Is that one of Van Helsing's get?""Yes, actually," Dracula told him. "Which is why I've decided she'llmake a good slave. Unfortunately, she wants taming.""As if you mind." The blue eyes were distinctly unfriendly now asthey lingered on her breasts. Uneasily aware of that riding crop, shewondered just what her family had done to him. "And you seem to bedoing a very good job of bringing her to heel. Judging from thescent, she's about to burst into flame.""She needs to be hot," Dracula said. "I'm getting her ready to takeher first cock up that tight little ass."The blond grinned, displaying a menacing set of white fangs. "Avirginal female Van Helsing, bound, bent over and greased. I'll betyou can't wait to grind your way into that." He flicked his cropagainst his calf. "Need any help?"Anika's eyes widened as her heart skipped a beat. Surely her captorwouldn't agree....Dracula looked down into her pleading expression and smiledslowly. "Why not? I've still got a few calls to make."The blond's menacing smile widened.***Anika lay arched over the blond's muscled forearm as he feastedslowly on her nipples. His teeth gently nibbled one tip, while withhis free hand, he squeezed and rolled the other. Nearby, Dracula'sdeep voice rumbled as he talked to somebody in German.She didn't even know the blond's name.He had carried her to an ottoman in the corner, pulled her across hislap, and unbuckled the dildo harness before pulling the clamps fromher aching breasts. Unfortunately, she had the definite feeling thatlittle bit of mercy was only because he wanted to inflict a morepersonal torment on her tits and ass.Reaching between her thighs, the blond invaded her butter-slick cuntwith a thrust of two fingers. She arched her back and moaned behindher gag. He lifted his head to study the results of his torment andgrinned at her smugly. Her nipples were almost as hard as the cockshe could feel pressing against the small of her back."You know, little Van Helsing, you may come to regret having suchmagnificent tits." As he spoke, a trace of Cockney emerged in theblond's voice, a kind of Cary Grant swagger. "I can think of so manywicked things to do to them. You might not enjoy it - at first - butGod, I would."Anika saw Dracula watching them, a dark half-smile crooking hismouth. There was a savage glitter in his eyes that hovered somewherebetween anger and hunger."Unfortunately, I suspect Vlad's feeling far too possessive to let medo the things I'd like," the blond murmured. "Selfish bastard. He'salready enjoyed you thoroughly, judging from the feel of this tightlittle pussy." He withdrew his fingers and displayed them before hereyes. They were slick with a cream even thicker than her naturalwetness. "He pumped you quite full, didn't he?" He studied hisfingers, and a hot grin lit his face. "Of course, the nice thingabout cum is it makes an excellent lubricant."With effortless strength, he picked her up and stood, then turned anddraped her belly down over the ottoman. Alarmed, Anika tried to rearup, but he caught one wrist cuffed to the back of her neck and heldher in position.His long fingers traced between her ass cheeks to find the swollenentrance the butt plug had left empty. Twisting his wrist, he screwedthem inside. She whined behind her gag as her tight flesh resisted,then finally surrendered. He leaned over her and whispered in herear, "Resign yourself, sweet. Your asshole will be getting a verythorough workout before the night's over. And I'm sure there'll be alot more cum in here by dawn."Anika moaned in shame as her excitement peaked. That was the reallyhumiliating part of all this -- not only the erotic torment thevampires inflicted, but her own eager response to it. A part of herloved what they were doing as much as they did -- and the sadisticbastards knew it."Damn, I wish he'd let me take your cherry," the blond breathedagainst the sensitive whorls of her ear. "Your little ass is sotight, you feel like a satin vise. I could ream it for hours,listening you beg and whimper." His tongue flicked out and swirledaround her earlobe before his teeth closed over it in a nip that madeher jerk. He laughed and pressed his fingers deeper. "God, it wouldbe sweet, fucking this Van Helsing ass. Of course, you'll find itpainful at first, but I assure you, neither Vlad nor I give a goodgoddamn. Not after everything your murdering kin have done." He movedcloser, covering her with his big body until she could feel the raspof the fine wool of his trousers against her ass. His erection bulkedbehind his fly, massive with lust. Slowly, he flexed his hips, makingher feel the shaft, forcing her to imagine its burning entry. Shewhimpered softly, sensing he'd have even less mercy than Dracula."You remind me of a sweet little senorita I raped three hundred yearsago," he purred. "Her father was a vicious bastard who'd captured mysecond-in-command and tortured him until he died, trying to force himto reveal where my pirate fleet was anchored. I captured one of hisgalleons in retribution. Imagine my delight when I found Don Carlos'lush little virgin daughter aboard, on her way to be married. It hadbeen six months since I'd had a woman under me, and she knew exactlywhat to expect when I took her to my cabin, just from the look in myeyes." He laughed. "Then again, it may have been the bulge in mybritches that told the tale. She begged me prettily to let her keepher maidenhead. You can imagine what I demanded instead."He took his hand from Anika's ass and pressed his hips against hercheeks. Even through his wool trousers, his cock felt hard and hotwith menacing erotic promise. "I tied her to my bunk and teased herin ways she'd never even imagined until she was wet and bewildered byher own hunger. Then I rolled her over buttered her tiny bung untilit was slick and ready for mounting." Slowly, he ground againstAnika's bottom in long thrusts, simulating his rape of the senorita'svirgin backside. "Three hundred years later, I still remember thatfirst, sweet thrust into her ass. Tight, greased silk, wrapping hardaround my cock. I rode her for a long, long time, teaching her tofind the pleasure in having her asshole reamed. She was the mostdelicious fuck I've had in all these centuries." Leaning closer, hewhispered, "At least until Dracula gets tired of you and gives you tome. I can't wait to chain you for my pleasure. Of course, I doubtyou'll be quite as tight by then, after Vlad gets done. But I'm sureI'll find other, equally satisfying ways to make you pay."A chill of fear stole over Anika at the thought. She suddenly knewshe did not want to be at this vampire's mercy.He straightened and bent to pick something up off the floor. Twistingaround with her hands cuffed behind her neck, she saw it was theriding crop. "In the meantime," he said softly, his eyes narrow andhot as he lifted the crop, "here's a little preview."A big hand clamped around his wrist, stopping the crop in midswing. "No," Dracula growled. "That's enough, Eric. I won't have herhurt."Astonished, the blond vampire turned to stare at him. "I have nointention of doing any serious damage, Vlad. You know me better thanthat."Dracula's mouth thinned. "I don't care. I don't want her beaten."Eric stood, pulling his wrist free of the other vampire'sgrasp. "Since when do you object to a little erotic caning? I've seenyou dish them out often enough.""Not to her.""You can't say she doesn't deserve it!" Angrily, he pointed the cropat Anika. "For God's sake, she tried to stake you this morning. Andif that's not enough, she's a Van Helsing. She...." He broke off,staring into Dracula's face. "Don't tell me you've fallen for thelittle bitch!"Dracula drew back. "Don't be absurd!"Eric threw back his head and laughed, but the sound was angry. "Youhave! She's got you wrapped around her little finger! Oh, that'srich! Count Vlad Dracula, pussy whipped by a Van Helsing!"A dark flush spread across Dracula's regal cheekbones. "She's nothingmore than my slave, Eric. But I decide when and how she's punished.""As you will, Vlad." Eric moved to the chair in front of Dracula'sdesk and grabbed the suit jacket he'd taken off when he'd begun totorment Anika. He shot her a bitter look as he stalked toward thedoor. "I'll leave you with your...slave."The door slammed behind him.Wide-eyed, Anika stared up at Dracula, not daring to move. Thevampire turned and glared down at her, his eyes narrowing. "Ericdoesn't know what he's talking about," he growled. "The only thing Ifeel for you is lust for that hot little body." Mouth tightening, hemoved toward her. "And I'll prove it."***Draped over Dracula's shoulder, Anika twisted around to watch inalarm as he sent papers and pens scattering from the top of his deskwith a violent sweep of one arm. The room wheeled around her as hedumped her unceremoniously on its cool surface. At the last minute, abig hand moved to cradle her head, keeping her from smacking into thehard wood."You've had enough foreplay," he said, pulling away to unzip histrousers and free his cock.. It looked ruddy and violently erect. Hereached over to the other wing of the desk and picked up the tube oflubricant he'd left sitting beside his computer.Anika watched wide-eyed as he squeezed a big dollop of lube into hispalm, then started slicking it over his thick shaft. His eyes locked,hot and glittering, on her face. His fangs were bared. "I think it'stime you discover why the ladies called me Vlad the Impaler. And itnever had a damn thing to do with stakes, no matter what my enemiessaid."He bent, grabbed the spreader bar that held her cuffed ankles andlifted it effortlessly, elevating her legs with it. Bracing one armagainst the bar, he positioned it so that her legs were lockedstraight, her feet over her head, her ass thrust out. Her back slidover the surface of the wood until her head slipped off the edge ofthe desk. Her torso arched, both nipples pointing stiffly toward theceiling. Anika struggled to lift her head and cuffed arms, lookingdown her body at him.His handsome Slavic face was tight with lust and anger, his eyesblazing, his sensuous mouth snarling around his white fangs. Theshirt he'd never bothered to button hung open over the powerfulridges of his muscled torso all the way down to the menacing jut ofhis cock. Despite her instinctive fear, something hot and dark andeager rose in her as the sensual hunger he'd worked to build sprangto life again. She realized she wanted him to ream her just as he'dthreatened, wanted to feel him claim her ass in the alien and painfulway Eric had described.Heart pounding, she watched between her spread thighs as he took hiscock in hand and aimed it for her asshole. "Have the good sense notto fight, Anika," he growled.The oiled tip touched her sensitive anus. As he started to penetrate,she fought the instinctive desire to tighten her sphincter. Herrectum began to blaze in pain, protesting the size of the shaftinexorably forcing its way into her body.His eyes watched her face hungrily. "A bit too much, darling? Maybethis will help." Dracula slid two fingers into her cunt as his thumbfound her clit. A competing wave of pleasure washed up her spine. Hesmiled and crooned something to her in a language that soundedfaintly Russian. The hot, possessive glitter in his eyes told her thewords were probably obscene. He withdrew his cock an inch, not quiteenough to pop from her, then forced it a bit deeper.Still murmuring in that guttural, liquid language, he drew out, thenthrust again, rolling his powerful torso in delicate digs that tookhim a little deeper each time. Simultaneously, his long fingersplayed inside her cunt, coaxing a rising delight from a nervoussystem jangling from the pain of his invading cock.Shuddering in a combination of agony and pleasure, Anika listened tothe deep male rumble of his voice. She could feel her body loosening,surrendering, letting him slide deeper on every thrust.Until he was all the way in, the entire thick, burning length burieddeep in her ass.He leaned forward between her legs, letting go of the spreader bar ashe settled on top of her body. She let her legs drop so the barrested across his powerful ass. Squirming, she gasped behind her gagat the sensations shooting through her violated rectum."Would you like to know what I just said?" he asked, reaching up tounbuckle the collar and spread it open around her neck. For a momentshe felt grateful - until she realized he was doing it to gain accessto her vulnerable throat.Dracula lowered his head until his mouth hovered over the thin skinthat covered her banging pulse. "I was telling you how tight you are,how I love the way those smooth, slick muscles grip my cock," hesaid, his lips brushing against her as he spoke. "It's so sweetfucking you like this, Anika. You look so lush and helpless, boundhand and foot with my prick buried to the balls in your ass." Openinghis mouth, he pressed the points of his fangs against her pulse andheld them there. Not biting, but letting her feel how sharp they wereagainst her skin. She flinched.He raised his head and looked down at her throat. And smiled, slowand wicked. "There's a little bead of blood on your skin."Instinctively, she tried to bring her hands around to fend him off,but her wrists were still cuffed to the leather of the collar. Allher struggle did was spread the collar open. Dracula licked his lipsand lowered his head, flicking away the drop with the tip of histongue. "Sweet," he purred.Anika swallowed as she stared up at him, her rectum burning aroundthe thick male length impaling it. She realized she'd never felt sohelpless - or been so violently aroused.He lifted off her slightly and braced an elbow on the desk as heflexed his hips, fucking her ass. To her shock, she realized the painwas fading, replaced by an strange pleasure she'd never experiencedbefore.His dark eyes were locked on her face. "You're starting to like this,aren't you, little Van Helsing? Being Dracula's slave has itsappeal." He drove in a particularly deep thrust and grinned. "Idefinitely love being your master."He put a hand down and toyed with her clit until the pleasure of hisburning possession began to jerk and thrum in her nerves with thebuilding jolts of orgasm. With his free hand, he pulled her gag awayfrom her mouth and lowered his head to her throat. She whimpered ashis cock shuttled back and forth in long, slick thrusts that drovedelight up her spine.His lips moved against her thundering pulse. "You know what I want,"he said, his accent so thick and guttural she thought for a moment hewas speaking in his mother tongue. "Offer it to me.""I..." She tossed her head and bit her lip. If she said the words,she really would be his. And nothing she did afterward would changethe fact that he'd enslaved her tonight.His next thrust was so hard she gasped. "Offer it to me!"With a shock, she realized she wanted to do just that. Wanted tosurrender to him, even to this last thoroughly inhuman possession.Wanted him to take her, just as he had in those forbidden dreams somany years ago. The reckless hunger swelled with the orgasm she couldfeel blooming around his ass-reaming cock. And burst free."Drink from me," she gasped. "Take my throat!"With a triumphant growl, he drove his fangs into the soft, thin skin.She jolted against him, feeling his cock grinding inside her.Pleasure and geysered through her body, convulsing her in the grip ofhis powerful arms as he fed in hungry swallows. He stiffened as hiscock jerked hard, pumping out his cum in her tight depths.Dracula forced himself to stop drinking from her far before he wasready. When he drew back, she lay limp and sated in his arms, hereyes dazed, her ass still clasping his softening cock. A littletrickle of blood rolled down the side of her throat, and he carefullylicked it away.He was not done with her, not by a long shot. He'd made a good starton establishing his ownership of her, but he knew he wasn't finished.She'd yielded to her hunger and his, but he knew it wouldn't take herlong to begin fighting him again. His conquest of Anika Van Helsinghad only just begun.He hoped she didn't realize her conquest of him was much furtheralong.THE END

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