Dracula's Daughter - Sex Stories

Dracula's Daughter

... herself less free to choose where her marital fortunes lie than a man." "Helen met John first...we had so little money after father died, and David seemed to care for me. When he asked I was afraid of what would happen if I said no. But why am I telling you these things?" Van Helsing gave her a handkerchief, but she refused to cry. He returned it to his pocket. "Perhaps you are telling me because part of you realizes how important it is. I said such an indelicate thing because I had to know whether you would be willing to do what is necessary to save John Martin." Gwen sat up straight. "Do you know where he is?" "Indirectly. Your story confirms things I have long feared. Are you familiar with the city's recent outbreak of conspicuous catastrophic anemia?" Gwen shook her head, bewildered. "It's the rarest of all blood diseases, characterized by an extreme exhaustion of the physical humors. A man can die from it in days, or even a single night. Cases have sprung up all across the continent, but only ever a few at a time, and only for a short time, and always in the largest cities. Now it's here." "But what's that to do with John?" "The last time we saw such an outbreak in London, it was shortly after the last count left Castle Dracula." Gwen fretted, biting her lip. "Are you saying that John is here, and he brought something awful from that castle? That doesn't make any sense with the way he disappeared." Van Helsing stood, looking troubled. "I will explain myself better when ...

... I can. If you're gracious enough to entertain me again, that is. I do have one last question: Did you believe the stories the peasants told about that ancient castle?" Something fluttered at the window again and Gwen turned, but she couldn't tell if she'd really heard it or if it was her imagination. She waited for her heart to slow again before answering. "I meant it when I said there's something evil about that place. But I don't believe the legends about werewolves and vampires if that's what you mean." Van Helsing nodded, and before he left he patted her on the shoulder in a grandfatherly way. For the first time she hoped that perhaps this really was someone who could help Helen. Before leaving, he paused at her door. "Miss Hartley? If we're going to help your sister and John Martin, there is one thing you need to remember: "There ARE such things as vampires." And he left. *** John looked away, but he couldn't unsee it: Two bodies on the couch, both pale, both cold, but one still moving. The man half-dressed, his eyes closed and his breathing stifled; the woman nude, luxuriating, looking at him with those dark eyes. She wiped her mouth with a handkerchief. "Ah John, so brave and faithful. I love you so. Do you love me?" He mumbled. "A woman needs love. Even a woman like me. I know how you feel when I bring other men to taste the joys that should be yours alone, but I must always have men about me. I love none of them. They know the bliss only once, while to you I always ...