A Dark Awakening (Chapter 2)01:27 Mar 04 2025
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(This story is made up by me. You do not have my permission to copy/paste/alter and use my work!)
Warning: Erotic not SFW!
The dimly lit corridors of Bloodthorne Manor echoed with the soft patter of bare feet as Alicia Moon, once a noblewoman of high standing, now a mere servant, made her way through the ancient halls. The air was thick with the scent of incense and something more primal, a musky aroma that hinted at the dark desires that dwelled within these walls. Alicia's heart raced, a mixture of excitement and trepidation coursing through her veins. She had been in the manor for a moon cycle, and each day brought new experiences, both exhilarating and terrifying.
In the beginning, Alicia had been terrified of her new life. She had been sold to the Bloodthorne family, a clan of vampires with a notorious reputation for their involvement in the underground slave trade. Her previous life as a noblewoman had not prepared her for the darkness that awaited within these ancient walls. But as the days turned into weeks, Alicia found herself drawn to the forbidden pleasures that the vampires offered.
As she walked towards the Count's chambers, Alicia's mind drifted back to the events that had unfolded since her arrival. Her first encounter with Count Drakmure, the eldest son of Lord Bloodthorne, was seared into her memory. The Count, with his pale skin, piercing eyes, and an aura of commanding presence, had taken an immediate interest in her. He had initiated her into their world with a single bite, his fangs piercing her tender neck, drawing her blood and marking her as his own. The pain had been excitating, a sharp contrast to the pleasure that followed as he fed on her, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
Alicia's body had responded to the Count's dark allure, and she found herself craving more of his attention. Each night, he would summon her to his bed, where he would teach her the ways of pleasure and pain, intertwining them in a dance that left her breathless and yearning for more. The Count's hands were skilled, knowing exactly how to touch her, where to bite, and when to grant her release. With each passing night, Alicia felt herself becoming more and more entangled in the web of desire and submission he wove around her.
However, not everyone in the manor was pleased with Alicia's presence. The vampire servants, with their inhuman speed and strength, resented her. They saw her as an outsider, an intruder in their domain, and they made their displeasure known. Whispers followed her in the halls, and sometimes she would find her belongings missing or her food tampered with. The jealousy was palpable, and Alicia knew that her beauty and the Count's favor only fueled their resentment.
One evening, as Alicia was preparing the Count's chambers for his return, she heard a soft, sinister voice behind her. "Well, well, well. Look who's trying to play the perfect little maid. But we all know your true nature, don't we, Alicia?"
She spun around, her heart pounding, to find Lady Nannali, the head maid of the manor, standing there. Nannali was a striking woman, with long, dark hair and eyes that seemed to see right through her. She was a vampire of considerable age and power, and her beauty was both alluring and intimidating.
"I-I don't know what you mean, Lady Nannali," Alicia stammered, her voice shaking.
Nannali's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Oh, but I think you do. You think you can just waltz in here and take what's ours. The Count's attention, his favor... it should belong to one of us. But here you are, a mere human, enjoying the pleasures of the night."
Alicia's fear spiked, but she stood her ground. "I didn't ask for any of this. The Count chose me, and I serve at his pleasure."
"Serve, do you?" Nannali's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Well, perhaps it's time you learned to serve in a different way. Come with me, Alicia. It's time you understood your place in this household."
Alicia's heart pounded in her chest as Nannali led her through the manor's labyrinthine corridors. They descended into the lower levels, where the air grew colder and the scent of incense gave way to the earthy smell of damp stone. Finally, they reached a heavy wooden door, and Nannali pushed it open, revealing a dimly lit chamber.
The room was sparsely furnished, with a large four-poster bed taking up most of the space. Soft furs and silks adorned the bed, inviting her to indulge in carnal pleasures. Alicia's eyes widened as she took in the sight, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
"Kneel," Nannali commanded, her voice echoing in the confined space.
Alicia hesitated, but the determination in Nannali's eyes left her no choice. Slowly, she sank to her knees, her eyes fixed on the floor.
"Look at me," Nannali said, her voice laced with a mixture of authority and desire.
Alicia lifted her gaze, meeting Nannali's intense stare. The head maid's eyes burned with a fiery passion, and Alicia felt a shiver run down her spine.
"You see, Alicia, in this house, we all serve. And sometimes, serving means giving pleasure to those above us." Nannali's voice was low and sultry as she took a step closer, her hand reaching out to stroke Alicia's cheek. "And tonight, you will serve me."
Alicia's breath caught in her throat as Nannali leaned in, her lips brushing against Alicia's in a soft, sensual kiss. It was a gentle touch, but it sent a jolt of electricity through Alicia's body. She had never been with a woman before, and the sensation of Nannali's soft lips on hers was both shocking and exhilarating.
Nannali pulled back slightly, her eyes never leaving Alicia's. "Do you understand, my dear? You will pleasure me, and in doing so, you will learn your place in this household."
Alicia nodded, her heart pounding. She was both terrified and aroused, her body responding to Nannali's commanding presence.
Nannali smiled, a predatory grin that sent a thrill of fear and desire through Alicia. "Good. Now, let's begin."
With that, Nannali guided Alicia to the bed, her hands roaming over Alicia's body, exploring every curve and crevice. She unbuttoned Alicia's dress, letting it slide off her shoulders to pool at her feet, leaving her clad only in her undergarments. Alicia's breath quickened as she felt Nannali's hands on her skin, the touch both gentle and possessive.
"Such a beautiful creature," Nannali murmured, her fingers tracing the line of Alicia's collarbone. "And soon, you will be mine to do with as I please."
Alicia's body trem, both from the cold air and the anticipation of what was to come. Nannali's hands continued their exploration, sliding down to cup Alicia's breasts, squeezing gently through the thin fabric of her bra. Alicia let out a soft moan, her body betraying her desire.
"Yes, that's it, my sweet. Let me hear your pleasure," Nannali whispered, her breath hot against Alicia's ear.
Nannali's fingers deftly unhooked Alicia's bra, letting it fall away, and Alicia's breasts, full and perky, were exposed to the cool air. Nannali's hands cupped them, squeezing and kne, her thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. Alicia arched her back, her head falling back as a wave of pleasure washed over her.
"Such a responsive little thing," Nannali purred, her lips trailing kisses down Alicia's neck. "But we're just getting started."
Nannali's hands moved lower, sliding over Alicia's flat stomach and down to the waistband of her panties. With a slow, deliberate motion, she hooked her thumbs under the elastic and began to slide them down Alicia's thighs. Alicia's legs trem, both from the cold and the anticipation of being completely exposed to this woman.
"Spread your legs, my dear," Nannali instructed, her voice husky with desire.
Alicia complied, her legs parting to reveal her glistening pussy, already wet with arousal. Nannali's eyes darkened as she took in the sight, her fingers tracing the delicate folds, teasing the sensitive bud of Alicia's clit.
"Oh, you're so wet, Alicia. So ready for me," Nannali whispered, her breath hot against Alicia's sensitive flesh.
Alicia let out a soft whimper as Nannali's fingers delved deeper, one finger sliding inside her, filling her with a sensation that was both foreign and intensely pleasurable. Nannali's thumb continued to circle her clit, sending waves of pleasure through Alicia's body.
"That's it, my sweet. Let go. Let me hear you," Nannali urged, her fingers working in and out of Alicia's tight hole, her thumb rubbing her clit in perfect rhythm.
Alicia's breath came in short gasps as her body tensed, pleasure building to an unbearable peak. "Oh, Nannali... I-I can't..."
"Yes, you can," Nannali whispered, her voice like silk. "Let it all out. Give yourself to me."
With those words, Alicia's body exploded in a climax that shook her to her core. Her back arched, and she cried out, her voice echoing off the stone walls as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Nannali's fingers continued their relentless assault, drawing out every last drop of ecstasy from Alicia's trem body.
As the tremors subsided, Alicia collapsed back onto the bed, her body spent and satisfied. Nannali climbed onto the bed, straddling Alicia's waist, her eyes burning with a fierce hunger.
"Now, my dear, it's my turn," Nannali said, her voice laced with command.
Alicia, still reeling from her own orgasm, looked up at Nannali, her body tingling with a mixture of exhaustion and arousal. Nannali reached down, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her own dress, and with a swift motion, she pulled it over her head, revealing her naked body.
Alicia's eyes widened at the sight. Nannali's skin was pale and flawless, her breasts full and heavy, her nipples hard and erect. Her hips were curved, and between her thighs, a patch of dark curls hinted at the pleasures that awaited.
"You like what you see, don't you?" Nannali asked, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
Alicia nodded, her mouth dry as she took in the vision of this powerful woman.
"Good," Nannali purred, lowering herself onto Alicia's body. "Now, let's see if you can make me feel as good as I just made you."
Nannali positioned herself above Alicia's face, her hands gripping the headboard as she lowered her wet pussy onto Alicia's waiting mouth. Alicia's tongue darted out, tasting Nannali's essence, a heady mix of musk and desire. She licked and sucked, her tongue exploring every fold and crevice, her fingers reaching up to pinch and roll Nannali's hard nipples.
Nannali moaned, her body arching as Alicia's skilled tongue brought her to the brink of ecstasy. "Yes, just like that. Oh, you're so good at this, my sweet."
Alicia reveled in the power she held, her mouth and fingers working in unison to bring Nannali to the edge. She could feel the head maid's body tensing, her muscles coiling like a spring about to snap.
"Oh, Alicia, I'm going to..." Nannali's words trailed off into a guttural moan as her body shuddered, her juices flowing into Alicia's waiting mouth.
Alicia savored the taste of Nannali's release, her tongue lapping up every drop, her fingers continuing to tease and please until Nannali collapsed onto the bed, her body spent and satisfied.
"You... you're incredible," Nannali breathed, her eyes closed as she lay atop Alicia, their bodies slick with sweat and passion.
Just as Alicia was about to respond, the heavy wooden door to the chamber swung open with a loud thud. Count Drakmure stood in the doorway, his eyes burning with a mixture of anger and possessiveness.
"What is the meaning of this, Nannali?" he demanded, his voice like thunder.
Nannali, startled, scrambled off Alicia, her eyes wide with fear. "My Lord, I-I can explain. I was just..."
"Silence!" The Count's voice bo silenced her. "You dare to touch what is mine, to defile my property? You will be punished for this transgression."
Alicia, still on the bed, watched in horror as the Count's eyes bore into her, his anger palpable. She had never seen him like this, and a chill ran down her spine.
"As for you, Alicia," the Count continued, his voice softening slightly, "you are mine. Every part of you, every drop of blood in your body, belongs to me. And I will make sure you never forget it."
With that, the Count strode into the room, his eyes never leaving Alicia. He reached down, his strong hands gripping her wrists, and pulled her to her feet. Alicia stood before him, naked and trembling, her body still buzzing from the recent encounter.
"You will learn your place, Alicia," he said, his voice low and menacing. "And I will teach you the true meaning of pleasure and pain."
The Count's hands moved to her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he lifted her onto the bed. He positioned her on her hands and knees, her ass raised high, offering herself to him. Alicia's heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through her veins.
"You see, Alicia, I am not like the others," the Count whispered, his hot breath caressing her neck. "I do not merely take. I claim. And you, my dear, are mine to mark, to brand, to possess."
With that, Alicia felt a sharp sting on her lower back, followed by a searing pain. She cried out, her body tensing as the Count pressed a branding iron into her flesh, leaving an intricate mark, a symbol of his ownership. The pain was intense, but it was quickly followed by a rush of pleasure, as if the Count's touch had awakened something deep within her.
"There," he said, his voice satisfied. "Now, my mark is upon you. A reminder that you belong to me, body and soul."
Alicia whimpered, her body trem, both from the pain and the overwhelming sensation of being claimed. The Count's hands moved to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he positioned himself behind her.
"And now, my dear, you will learn the true extent of my power," he whispered, his voice like a promise.
With a single thrust, the Count entered her, filling her with his throbbing length. Alicia cried out, her body stretched and filled in a way it never had before. The Count's cock was thick and hard, and he pounded into her relentlessly, claiming her with each powerful stroke.
"You feel that, Alicia?" he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "You feel how I own you? How I possess you?"
Alicia could only nod, her breath coming in short gasps as the Count's relentless pounding drove her closer and closer to the edge. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he thrust into her with increasing urgency.
"Yes, my Lord," she managed to whisper, her voice hoarse. "I feel it. I belong to you."
The Count's pace quickened, his breath hot against her neck as he drove himself into her with abandon. "That's it, my pet. Say it again. Tell me who you belong to."
"I belong to you, my Lord," Alicia cried out, her body trem, her pleasure building to an unbearable peak. "I'm yours!"
With a final, powerful thrust, the Count buried himself deep within her, his body shuddering as he found his own release. Alicia's world exploded in a cascade of pleasure, her body convulsing around his throbbing cock as she climaxed, her cries filling the chamber.
As the tremors subsided, the Count withdrew, his hands gently caressing the branded mark on her back. "You see, Alicia, this is what it means to be mine. This is the true nature of our bond."
Alicia, her body still buzzing with pleasure and pain, turned to face him, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and fear. "I-I understand, my Lord. I am yours to command."
The Count smiled, a predatory grin that sent a shiver down Alicia's spine. "Good. Now, my dear, it's time to return to your duties. But remember, every time you look at this mark, you will know who you truly belong to."
Alicia nodded, her hand reaching back to touch the still-warm brand, a constant reminder of her place in this dark and sensual world. As she left the chamber, she couldn't shake the feeling that her life had taken a turn she could never have imagined, and that the Count's claim on her was only the beginning of her journey into the depths of pleasure and submission.
The sun had set, and the moon cast an eerie glow over the manor, as if it too was a silent witness to the dark desires that dwelled within. Alicia, her body still buzzing from the Count's possession, made her way back to her chambers, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.
Little did she know, this was just the beginning of her transformation, and the night had many more secrets to reveal...
COMMENTS
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OccultRanger
03:47 Mar 04 2025
Those jealous maids... *SMH*
AgathaBloom
00:38 Mar 05 2025
Right?!