It had been sometime since the Count had fed on the living, but tonight he would feed. The Count had been pensive earlier. He had seen his maidens Deedee and Mydavid out to find a host. They had been gone for awhile but when they returned the Count could not have been happier. The maidens had brought with them a young man of solid stature. The Count immediatly got flushed when the smell of his maliness entered his nose. Ahh yes the Count would feed well tonight.
The maidens laid the boy down on the bed. His body made even more pliable because of the GHB that he had been given earlier. The Count watched from the shadows as the boys clothes were removed. The maidens teasing the boy, carressing him. As the young man became more aroused in his dream like state so did the Count. The young man's skin became flushed with blood and the Count could feel the strenght of the mans vitality beneath that skin.
The maidens restrained the young man with their scarves. The demonic women took the lad to the brink of esctasy only to relent, for the lad was for them but for their dark master. The boy's heavy breathing crashed on the Count's ears like church bells, his heartbeat become ing the Count's. As the young man moaned for release the Count knew it was time to feed.
The Count jumped from the shadows and decended upon the defenseless boy. The Count smiled the maidens had done their job well, the boys manhood was heavy and thick from blood. The Count greedily devoured the meatstick. The lad, too weak to protest much, quickly gave in the the Count's centuries of experience. The man could not resist and as the fleshy pole began to throb the Count knew it would not be long before he would feed. To make sure every drop was drained from the boy the Count slid a pale hand under him and inserted 2 fingers to massage the prostrate. With a whimper the young lad gave his vitality and for an instant the Count could feel alive again! Once drained of all it's life the Count removed the member from his mouth.
As the Count sat in his chair, his belly still full from his feeding, he felt a tinge of saddness as he heard teh boy's muffled sobs. He knew that the lad would never be the same again, but he also knew that there were other horrors in Castle Grish. Far worse than him was the creature eyeing the boy now. A creature twisted by humiliation and shame into a hateful beast. As the Squadfather greased up his pole he would not be gentle with the lad, he was going to make it hurt, he was going to own the boy's bum. The Count left before he had to b e witness to such a vile act. It would be 2 weeks before he had to feed again, hopefully though it would be sooner.
As he returned to his room the maiden Mydavid was there. Teh Count knew what she wanted so he unrolled the plastic sheeting. She spread her naked form across the sheeting as the Count unzipped. Her moans as teh Count relieved himself on her helped to drown out the screams from downstairs."
What happens at the castle stays there muhahahah
