Erotic Short Stories

Monster Lust

Our story begins on a dark and stormy night in the famed Carpathian Mountains. A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky over the infamous Castle Dracula. The castle had remained empty since the disappearance of the feared Count Dracula. Through this dark night, we see lights flickering on in several rooms of the castle. It was no longer empty. In a window high above the courtyard, one can see a figure standing quietly watching. Down below midnight, black Porsche sat before the castle gates and a woman dressed in a dark hood and cloak approached the mighty doors of the castle, a parchment in her gloved hand that bared the seal of Count Dracula himself.

The figure smiled at this, he could hardly believe it or contain his joy! She had come, she had answered the summons! After a quarter of a century of searching, he had found her and she had come! In a moment concentrating with all his might, the doors swung open on their own. He smiled, revealing small fangs. Nothing like Dracula's fangs, this vampire was far younger than he and had still time to learn new things. Mentally his voice carried across the entryway of the Castle.

"Welcome, Theresa. I am overjoyed you have arrived. Enter. I shall be with you in a moment."

The woman looked up and smiled, entering the castle's main room, a grand staircase looming before her, at its top the vampire himself. The man who searched so long and so hard to destroy the feared Dracula only to fall victim himself, Victor Van Helsing!

He made a bow before her as she walked up the grand stairs. "I must say, Victor, I was surprised to get your letter, and even more surprised to get an invitation. I must say of all the Eternals I have never laid with a vampire before. This night should be interesting, to say the least."

At the top of the stairs, she gave him a vial of dark liquid. "A gift, Victor, my own blood to grant you immunity."

He grinned and drank the liquid down. The liquid fire erupted inside his body as it took hold of him. His body burned like nothing he had ever known. Soon the feeling passed and he reached over to pull back the hood that covered her face. Soft hisses were heard as the snakes slithered across her head and she smiled.

“How history has twisted the truth my dear Theresa; you are nothing like the Medusa of Greece. You are far from hideous."

His arms wrapped around her in a deep and passionate kiss as she returned with all the desire she could muster. With an arm, he pulled his cape around them and suddenly they faded away to a room of a magnificent bedroom. A queen-sized bed with a silk curtain canopy dominated the room; a thousand rose petals littered the bed as Victor slowly broke the kiss to strip the lovely Medusa. Her body indeed had scales on it but it was perfectly formed as well. Her 44DD breasts hung proudly on her chest. Her n*****s the size of dimes, perky and erect.

Her stomach also scaled was trim and flat. Leading down to her perfectly shaved p***y. This too had scales but not overly so. It was much the same as a normal human woman's p***y was to be, beautiful, and dripping wet.

Victor laid her gently on the bed and trailed kisses along her body, pausing to suck generously on her n*****s, nipping and chewing them. She let out a low moan coupled with hisses from her snakes. His fingers slipping over the folds of her p***y, this causing nothing short of minor orgasms quaking her body. She cried out with desire and frustration as he slid to her p***y to lick and suck at her mound.

She held her hands on his head wrapping her legs around it to hold him in place as she cried out again, this injunction with his fangs piercing the sensitive labia that protect her sensitive clit. He body quaked again in orgasm as he drank up the mixture of blood and p***y juices; liquid fire burning through his body again. In mere moments she pulled his face away and kissed him deeply as his clothing melted away into dark vapor.

She groaned at his touch and wrapped her legs around his waist driving her p***y to meet with his hardness. They moaned in unison now as he thrust hard and deep into the p***y he had desired since first learning of her. Her fingers clawed his back as they moaned louder and louder, his hard c**k thrusting deeper into her p***y. It did not take long for her to orgasm again and he did as well only moments behind her his c**k shooting a mixture of c*m and blood deep into her body.

They wrapped around themselves and each other nestling in the afterglow with tiny light kisses for what seemed like hours. Before the sun was due to rise he whispered to her softly with a smile, "Stay the day, I shall see you at dusk my dearest one."

Then in a moment he became mist and vanished before her, allowing her to wrap in a sheet and pulls a body pillow close, her dreams wreathed with the vampire. Hours passed before she rose and looked around the room. She wrapped herself into her cloak as she began searching the castle. The sun was tilled up but soon it would be dusk. She would have to hurry.

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The first sensation he felt was a warm, wet sensation covering his c**k now at full mast. A tongue swept over its head and he moaned softly. Then the second sensation hit a thick musk scent directly over his face. His hands reached up to caress the scaly but incredibly soft ass cheeks as his tongue slipped inside her moist p***y. She moaned out now and began sucking his c**k harder and faster.

His tongue worked rapidly on her p***y as she sucked on his c**k building to a very powerful climax. In a moment her p***y sprayed its juices all over his mouth as it clamped down on his tongue in a powerful orgasm. His was not far behind until suddenly she lifted her head up and opened the coffin to get out.

He stared at her amazed as she climbed right back in sliding her slippery p***y over his c**k. Soon her breasts were bouncing up and down over his c**k as her p***y convulsed again in orgasm. This time he was not to be denied as he reached up and pulled her down to his face. She opened her mouth for the kiss that never came.

His fangs sank into her neck, passing through the protective scales easily. Her blood flowed into his mouth as his c**k shot hot, thick vampiric c*m into her body. She convulsed in a long, powerful orgasm as the vampire held her tight and hard to his body. Her orgasm crashed continuously through her body as he continued to drink, even after his c**k lay limp inside her he continued.

Terror crashed through her body mixing with the orgasm. She pushed hard against Victor's chest fighting hard. Her scream mixed the cry of orgasm as her heart literally pounded in her chest. In mere moments her pushing against the vampire became weaker and weaker as her heart fluttered; desperately trying to pump blood that simply was not there. She lay limp against him as he continued the vice grip onto her, holding her in place as her heart pumped the last bits of blood out of her system. She was literally in a daze, a state of life and death. She felt the coil of mortality slipping away from her as her mind raced desperately to make sense of this. Why? Suddenly her mouth touched something hot and thick and immediately it burned her throat. Her brain desperate for something unimaginable snagged the chance and suddenly she was drinking the stuff down. Pour liquid fire burned her guts, crashing through her body. Her mind crashed under the strain of what was going on as her heart; unable to continue literally stopped.

Her dream was amazing and terrifying at the same time. She was flying, but not in the modern marvels of the airplanes, but as a bird might. Wind rushing by her as she saw the castle below her, the sun setting.

She woke up screaming in utter pitch dark. Something pressed against her and a sound came. Desperately, her body flayed and pushed and clawed at the thing. Immediately hot stuff rushed over her body as a woman's cry came. The stuff touched her tongue and then her brain took over. Her mouth locked onto the neck and bit into it. Not kindly like Victor had done before. Bone crunched under her jaws as the blood nectar flowed into her body. She gulped down the stuff greedily till the thing stopped fighting.

She pushed hard at the object and the thing crashed to the floor with the splinted lid of the coffin. She lay in a pool of blood as she sat up to look about. Lying feet away was a nude village woman, her throat literally ripped out, her chest flayed open. Sitting on his fine coffin only feet away sat Victor grinning ear to ear as he applauded.

Theresa brought her hands to her face and cried into them, blood covered. Victor seemed to take pleasure in it as he laughed.