The vampire’s recent absence was concerning to Richter.  In the days succeeding their first encounter, he no longer felt the weight of Gwendolyna’s gaze follow him through the castle.  Considering her blatant obsession with him, he found it difficult to believe he’d run her off so easily.  It would be such a pity if he did, he thought.  A pretty thing like her could help pass the time until Dracula’s resurrection, and seemed much less likely to try to take advantage of him than the succubi.

As he ate his supper, his mind drifted back to the curious woman.  She was peculiar, unlike the other occupants of Castlevania.  She claimed she wanted salvation.  He knew not what brought the maiden to the castle to begin with, but she was indeed captivating.

He remembered his last tragic encounter with this cursed place years ago.  Young women not unlike her had been kidnapped.  However, if she was one of those unfortunate girls, he didn’t recognize her.  She did not behave like a victim of that event, nor did she take the strange vampiric form he’d seen of those he failed to rescue.  She looked human for the most part, save for a few pointed features like her ears and fangs, and those golden eyes of hers that practically glowed.  As far as vampires go, she appeared to be one of the more powerful ones, despite her unassuming personality.  Whether or not she knew this, she proved it when the light of the sun did not harm her.  A lesser vampire would have been burned alive.  The circumstances of her vampirism must have differed.  Was she perhaps a day walker?  A dhampir?  He was curious about a creature of her caliber.

“The vampire that roams this castle,” Richter said, swirling wine around in his glass.  “Who is she?”

“Do you speak of Lady Gwendolyna?” one of the ghastly castle servants asked.

“Yes,” Richter confirmed. 

Lady… 

Whoever she was, she was important enough to be addressed with a title.  Pairing that with what else he knew about her, he wondered if Dracula had a daughter.  He’d heard the stories of his son, Alucard, but never of another. 

“Is she of kin?”

“To Lord Dracula?”

“Yes.”

“The master took pity on her when she was a young girl and raised her as his own.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, but though Lord Dracula shared his gift with her, you need not worry about the lady.  Of all the creatures in this castle, she poses no threat to you.  Her youth left her reclusive.  Much of her time is spent in the library.”

“I see…”

Richter’s lips curled into a smirk behind the glass.  So, Dracula had a soft spot for the maiden.  After finishing the last of his wine, he placed the chalice on the table and rose to his feet.  A visit to the library seemed in order.  The lord of the castle required a lady, and Richter owed Dracula revenge. 

He’d lost his fiancée to the dark years ago, along with his purpose.  Dracula had been defeated; his destiny had been fulfilled.  Everything that he’d dedicated his life to up until that point had now passed.  There was nothing in life left for Richter to do but continue the cycle, though he no longer had a partner to contribute to the bloodline.  He had sworn to take it all back.  As the new Lord of Castlevania, Dracula would feel his wrath for eternity.  If the girl was special, he’d take her in retaliation of the one he lost.

Richter had not quite made it to the library before he spotted Gwendolyna.  She appeared to be studying a slip of paper as she roamed the hall.

“There you are, vampire.”

The lady stiffened at the sound of his voice and hid her hands behind her back. 

“L-Lord Belmont!” she exclaimed.  Richter raised a brow at her suspicious behavior.

“I wondered what had become of you since we last met,” he said.  “Come to me.”

Gwendolyna stepped forward, keeping her arms behind her.  When she was in reach, he grabbed her by the forearm and pulled her closer.  The paper had been crumpled in the other fist behind her back.

“What is it you are hiding from me?” he asked after she squeaked.

When she didn’t answer, he reached around her to grab her other wrist.  As he held it with one hand between them, the other pried open her fingers to retrieve the balled-up sheet.  He let her go to look it over.  Dread filled her and she winced as his eyes scanned her handwriting.  His agitated look faded to one of amusement.

“Is this… a love spell?” he asked, lifting his eyes to look to her.  She could hear the barely contained laughter and couldn’t bring herself to confirm.  “Whom did you intend to use this on?  Surely not one of the flea men.”

Gwen placed a hand on her face and turned away from him, only for him to step behind her and whisper into her ear.

“Is it… for me?” he breathed.  Just hearing his voice made her want to sob.  “You think you love me, vampire?”

“I do,” she said in the quietest voice imaginable.

“Louder,” said Richter, straightening up.  “And look at me when you speak.”

She raised her face, tears in her eyes as she spoke to him.  She felt so unbelievably foolish, both for her feelings and allowing herself to get caught. 

“I do, Lord Belmont,” she repeated, trying to sound confident despite his scorn.  “I have fallen in love with you.”

This answer did not go over well.  Vampires could not love, as far as Richter was concerned.  If they could, he would not have been attacked and had to rid the world of his own betrothed years before.  He scoffed, shredded the sheet, and tossed the torn pieces in her face.

“What know you of love?” he asked her.  “A creature such as yourself is incapable of it.”

“That’s not true!” she cried out.

“If your love was true, you would not resort to dark magic to have your way, would you?” spat Richter.  “Have you no shame, you monster?”

His words struck a chord in her, breaking her heart and causing her to weep.  It was indeed wrong of her to try to deceive him into loving her back, but she couldn’t bear the idea of being rejected or living without him.  In her shame, she turned to leave him, only for her wrist to be caught again.

“You’ll hide from me no more,” he said.  He scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder.  “You’re coming with me.”

“Lord Belmont!  Where are you taking me?”

“Silence,” he said.  “Lest you want me to set you loose with the other monsters in the colosseum.”

Her mouth shut at once and she covered her face while he toted her through the halls.  The thought of being seen this situation was embarrassing.  How could a creature such as herself be so easily captured by the Belmont?  However, Richter smiled to himself as he marched with his trophy in tow.  She was making this easy, too easy.  If she possessed any loyalty to her sire, it was vastly overshadowed by her desire for him.  Love it may not have been, but it was not necessary.  She would serve her purpose regardless.

Richter soon entered a chamber fit for a king.  He tossed her onto the large, ornate bed that must have once belonged to the count.  He thought it fitting that he would consummate their union on her former master’s bed.  His belts were unbuckled and laid on a cedar chest as she tilted her head.  Her confusion was short-lived as Richter crawled atop her on the bed.  He reached beneath her, tugging at the laces fastening the dress in the back.

“What…  What are you doing?” she asked, causing him to snicker menacingly in response.

“I’ve heard you’re a smart girl,” he teased.  “What is it you think I’m doing?”

Gwendolyna shook her head in protest, but he did not cease.  Though she squirmed and attempted to force him off of her, he was stronger.  He laid against her, effectively pinning her down.  Her thrashing came to an end when she felt the stiffness of his member against her.  A small gasp escaped.

“Please, no,” she quietly said.  “I-I’ve not done this before.  We shouldn’t.  We’re not wed.”

“You know, your pleas do not sound convincing in the slightest.  I know of your lust for me.  Were you not begging for me to take you on your sire’s throne the other day?” Richter asked with another dark laugh.  “I distinctly remember you pleading for me to fill you.  And what was the purpose of that spell if not to have your way with me?  Do you or do you not want it, vampire?”

Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she did not answer him nor did she attempt to push him away. 

“I take that as a ‘yes?’”

It was subtle, but he saw her nod in confirmation.  The kissing away of her tears as he stripped her of her clothes was saccharine.  It was more humiliating than comforting, especially feeling his lips curled into a smile against her skin. 

He found himself taking a moment to appreciate his conquest.  His fingers brushed over her bare chest once her gown was removed, across her clavicle and down her sternum where the holy water had scalded her.  The pale skin was unblemished, pretty as porcelain.  One could not tell she had been burned days before.  It was fortunate she healed so quickly.  What a shame it would have been for him to ruin his prize before getting to enjoy it.

Richter was careful as he removed his own clothing, taking his time to allow her to get a good look of his form in the candlelight.  He reveled in the reactions he earned from her.  It was clear she did not want to gawk, but did take delight in seeing his body.  To further tease her, he reached for her wrist.  He brought her hand to his own chest.  Frigid fingertips and sharpened claws ghosted over his skin as he guided her trembling touch down his toned abdomen.  Her pupils blew wide once her hand reached the waistband of his trousers.  He felt her try to jerk back, but kept her hand in place to really fluster her.  After letting her marvel at what she saw for a moment, he let go of her so he could remove them.

Once they both were nude, Richter’s fingers delved between her thighs.  Her arousal coated them the moment he parted the velvety lips.

“You are far more eager than you let on,” said Richter.  “I’d dare say you’re more desperate today than you were last time.”

In embarrassment, she covered her face with her forearm only for Richter to pull it away.

“None of that,” he said.  “We both know you love watching me.  I want to see the look in those eyes of yours as we do this.”

When his eyes locked with hers, he began to press himself into her.  She tensed and her eyes briefly squeezed shut before she forced them open again.  She tried to maintain contact.  She focused on the reflection of the flames in his stare rather than the pain he was putting her through and soon enough, he fully sheathed himself inside her.

Though the initial thrust was excruciating, there was no denying the ones that followed were immensely pleasurable as he settled into a steady rhythm.  This act felt so much better than what he had done to her with the handle of his whip.  She chewed her bottom lip in an attempt not to cry out, not caring that she could feel her own fangs piercing the skin.  Her fists gripped the blankets below so tight she feared her claws would shred it.  She knew not if she was supposed to be taking delight in his ravaging of her.

“Enjoying yourself?  Does it bring you pleasure to tempt the righteous?” he asked.  “Has this been your goal since waking, foul creature?”

“N-No!” she cried out.  “No, Lord Belmont.  I didn’t intend to tempt you!”

“Whatever your intentions, I’ll let you in on mine,” said Richter.  “From this point forward, you are Dracula’s no more.  I own you.  You’re mine to do with as I please, vampire.”

Gwen’s brows furrowed at this proclamation.  The mixed signals she was getting from him were baffling. 

“Wh…Why?”

Richter stopped mid-thrust.  A wicked smile spread as he leaned down.  His hands found and gripped her hair; his forehead touched hers.

“The ultimate defeat,” he softly said to her.  “Taking one of Dracula’s own and claiming her for my own.  Making her body property of the very family that has dedicated their legacy to his demise.  Your sire took much from me.  I am merely returning the favor.  Yet you’re not his flesh and blood.  He chose to claim you.  I can reclaim you without tainting the bloodline with his infernal genes.  I’ve not yet decided what will be the biggest disgrace to Dracula, but rest assured, you are the key.”

Her jaw dropped with his explanation.

“Since you ‘love’ me so much, you won’t mind, would you?” he added as he stroked her hair.  “You want to be saved, don’t you?  To help me put an end to your sire?”

Albeit hesitant, Gwen nodded, earning a kiss from Richter. 

“Good vampire.  There may be hope for you yet.”

His hips began to move again as his tongue darted into her mouth.  She lay beneath him dumbfounded.  His plan truly was evil and twisted, no doubt the influence of a dark spell.  She wanted to feel betrayed, but she found that she couldn’t.  This had indeed been her plan all along, to be taken as his.  She cared not that he saw her as a pawn in his scheme.

Richter had an iron grip on her hips as he rammed his length into her with wild abandon.  The harder he fucked her into the mattress, the more her sanity began to wane.  If it kept her close to him like this, she was content.  She’d gladly do whatever it took.  Nothing in the world felt better than the heft of his body atop hers, his prick stretching her wide with every rough thrust.  She had no idea how she had existed over two centuries without feeling as whole as she felt in that moment.

He made no effort to hide his own enjoyment of this act.  The pants and grunts that slipped past those beautiful lips of his were simply angelic to her.  They sounded so much better beneath him than they did through the door the other day.  When she thought back to how she felt that night, she found herself fighting off a self-satisfied smile.  In that moment, she was the one bringing those sounds out of him.  She was the reason for the flush on his face and caused the perspiration that dripped from his body onto hers.  The pleasure that knowledge brought exceeded all else.

“You’re being far too quiet,” Richter breathed against her neck before kissing it.  “I know you’re enjoying this.  This wretched form of yours is speaking to me, and it feels… so good.  I want to hear that voice of yours calling my name again.”

With that encouragement, she released her bottom lip, allowing the moan she had been swallowing down to rise from her throat.

“Richter…”

“That’s it, vampire,” he purred in her ear.  “Call out to me.  Who do you belong to?”

He latched onto her neck when she repeated his name.  Feeling his teeth and lips grace her sensitive skin caused her to continue moaning his name.  Her fists loosened their grip on the blankets.  Arms soon found themselves around him.  One of her hands managed to get tangled in that tantalizing mane of his, making her shudder.  He groaned when a particularly deep thrust caused her fist to tighten around his locks and began to rut into her harder.

“Cum for me,” he huffed.  “Come, my vampire.”

My vampire.

That possessive hint in his tone was the undoing of Gwen.  With a final cry of his name, waves of pleasure crashed over her.  She clung to Richter as she choked out a sob.  The vampire hunter did not fair long after her.  His deft, quick strokes stilled with a grunt, and the unfamiliar sensation of him spilling inside of her tore Gwen from the daze of release.  He really did it.  The Belmont had actually claimed her.  A half-pant, half-laugh fell from Richter with the last few rolls of his hips.

“This look suits you,” he breathed as he brushed the copper strands away from her face.  “Almost like you belong beneath me.”

The shame of what she allowed him to do welled in her chest, but was short-lived.  She thought after ruining her, he’d leave or send her away.  Instead, his mouth lazily crashed against hers.  Strong arms held her tight, and he made no effort to pull away from her.  Apprehension was gradually cast aside.  She returned his kisses, which was rewarded with his hands caressing her.  Gradually, he shifted to her side while keeping her in his grasp.  Passion slowed, but did not stop until Richter drifted off.

Gwendolyna wished to retreat before her lord roused from his slumber.  However, his arm still hooked her waist and she feared if she attempted to free herself, she would wake him and evoke his anger.  She resigned herself to watching over him, perhaps foolishly caressing the soft curls that were splayed on the pillow beneath him.  She knew not if it was trust or if he thought she posed no threat, but the fact that he allowed himself to end up in such a vulnerable position around what he considered a monster astonished her.

For hours, her mind recounted the events of the evening while Richter slept.  She wondered if further punishment awaited her for attempting to deceive him with a spell, or if being his concubine was her sentence.  If that’s all he had in store for her, she believed she got off light.  Perhaps the years of isolation had caught up with her, but if that was a penalty, she couldn’t imagine the reward if she ever won his favor.  She shut her eyes, trying not to dwell on such uncertainty.  It mattered not how long or short of a time she would have with Richter, she told herself to enjoy it while it lasted no matter the outcome.

Without windows in the chamber, Gwen had no indicator of how much of the night had passed.  Once immortal, years could feel like minutes, and hours like centuries.  She had been so distracted by her thoughts; she didn’t notice Richter had stirred until she felt the pads of his fingers brush up her thigh beneath the sheet that covered them.  When she opened her eyes, she was greeted by his twinkling cobalt ones staring back at her.

“Your fair skin is as cool as the silk we lay on,” he whispered, sleepy voice soft and husky. 

She stiffened in his embrace as he pulled her closer, unsure at first of what to think about this unforeseen affection.  But the feel of his lips on her neck had her melting against him.  Her arms draped over his waist, daring to hold him as he held her.

“Tell me,” Richter breathed in her ear.  “Does the heat of my body on yours burn?”

“It does not, my lord,” said Gwen.  The only thing that burned was the need inside of her from feeling his nude form against hers.  Having now had a taste of his body, she ached for him to have his way with her again.  In his embrace, she felt more alive than she ever had.  “Though when I lay with you, I almost feel the blood coursing through my own veins once more.”

Richter chuckled at her response.  He lowered his mouth onto hers, then pushed her back onto the bed to get a better taste of her kiss when her mouth permitted him entry.  Such tenderness from him could become addicting.  Her body arched against him as his hands roamed up her waist and grabbed handfuls of her breasts.  She moaned into the kiss as he squeezed the flesh.  Soon, she felt him smiling against her lips before letting up.

“You’re an amusing creature,” he said.  “I will give you that.”

He shifted his fingers through her hair before sitting upright.  After slipping out from beneath the blankets, he scooped his clothes off the floor and began to put them back on.  Gwen sat up to watch him.

“As far as company goes, you’re not the worst this castle has to offer,” he told her as he pulled on his trousers.  He picked her gown up off the floor and tossed it in her direction.  “I expect to see you in these quarters again this evening.  It will be easier to keep an eye on you so you don’t get any foolish ideas.”

She couldn’t believe her ears.  The thought of spending another night with him left her ecstatic.  She did not care what his reasoning was, she looked forward to it.

“Y-Yes, of course,” she stammered out as she held her dress to her chest.  “I will be here, Lord Belmont.”

“I trust you will.”

Richter was fully dressed within a minute and took his leave.  Once alone, Gwen swooned back onto the bed.  The widest grin was plastered on her face as she stared at the canopy above until she turned to bury her face in the pillow.  Giddy as a girl, she squealed into the fabric that still smelled of him.  His scent had her feeling like he was still present.  The heat of his body didn’t burn in the traditional sense, but she could still feel the scorch of his touch lingering on her lips, thighs, and chest even after he departed.  She could have waited in that bed all day for him to return, but she opted to get herself dressed and make the bed presentable for him before leaving.

As she flitted through the castle halls, her body ached in the most delicious way.  The pleasant soreness served to remind her that her body, though undead, was not a corpse.  It was so unfamiliar to her.  It was a pleasant surprise to learn she was capable of feeling something beyond pain and emptiness.

She finally made it to the castle chapel, though her reasoning had changed.  Hours were spent thanking the Lord for not abandoning her and answering her prayers.  She promised to show her gratitude by doing right by Richter, making sure no harm came to him in the castle and doing anything he asked of her.  As long as she had his attention, she would do her best to gain his favor.

Excited for her impending evening with Richter, she wandered back to her own chamber to freshen up after her time in the chapel.  As she decided on a gown, she wondered what Richter liked in a woman.  Did he prefer necklines that showed off a generous bust or did he prefer modesty?  She laughed at herself for even considering that question as if she had any risqué gowns to put on to impress him.  She settled on one she had never really had a chance to wear.  The soft yellow fabric reminded her of the spring times of her youth.  It was perhaps her favorite, but she felt it looked garish amidst the gloomy interior of Castlevania.

‘If he doesn’t like it,’ she thought to herself as she smoothed down the skirt.  ‘Then he’s welcome to take it off.’

That thought had Gwen pausing to consider how licentious she was being.  She said a quick prayer of forgiveness for such an impure idea before tying her hair up.  Though the castle did have mirrors, they did her no good.  Without a reflection, she was unable to see if she looked ridiculous or not.  In the past with no one to impress, this was never a concern of hers.  Now, she feared looking foolish in front of Richter.  She decided against dwelling on it, and left to locate the man.

Gwendolyna reached the castle keep, where Richter spent much of his time in the late afternoons.  He was indeed lounging on the throne like she had expected of him.  Not wanting to disturb him, she did not make her presence known, instead opting to observe him from behind a pillar.  He looked bored, staring off while tapping his foot as if he was waiting for something to break the monotony.

“You may approach me, vampire.”

Richter had not even cast a glance in her direction before saying this, which startled Gwen.  Regardless, she stepped out of the shadows and approached him.  His eyes raked over her as she drew closer.  She didn’t believe she was imagining the hungry look in his eye, and there was a definite ghost of a smirk on those lips.

“I can see why Dracula has such a soft spot for you,” said Richter as he uncrossed his legs.  “Though, I trust that will change once he learns you are mine.”

He beckoned her closer by curling a finger, and she ascended the steps to meet him at the throne.  One gloved hand patted his thigh.  After taking a moment to process his silent request, she cautiously seated herself on his lap.  One of his arms coiled around her waist, the other held her hip.

“He is not yet resurrected,” he whispered in her ear.  “‘Tis a pity.  I wish he was present to see how quickly you’ve resigned yourself to me…  Look at you, dressing yourself up for me.”

Gwen bashfully looked away, all of a sudden feeling silly for wanting to catch his eye.  His touch was gentle as he guided her face to meet his again, as was the initial feeling of his lips pressing against her mouth.

“What would the count say if he saw us like this?” he asked before kissing her once more.  “Hm?  Do you think I’d get a good fight out of him for holding you like this?”  The pause was bridged with another kiss.  “Or would I need to rile him up a little more?”

She was not permitted time to answer before his lips returned.  His hand found her hip once again as the other arm around her waist pulled her closer.  He coaxed her lips, and when she relented, he deepened the kiss.  His tongue found its way in her mouth, and she swore he was grinning as he ran it along the elongated fangs.  The way Richter kissed excited her.  When he nipped at her lips, it sent a jolt right to her core.  Images of the night before flashed in her mind.  Her body yearned for him, and it appeared his yearned for hers as well.  The hand that had been resting on her hip left it; she soon realized it had moved to unbutton his trousers.  He broke the kiss to take one of her hands that was folded on her lap and guided it to his erection.  With wide eyes, she looked at him, unsure of what he wanted of her.

“Stroke it.”

Gwen did as she was told.  Her fingers wrapped around his hardened length.  When she began to pump her fist, he sighed and relaxed, letting his head rest on the back of the throne.  Never had she touched a man like this.  She knew not what she was doing, but working her hand up and down his shaft seemed to be pleasurable enough for him.  She hadn’t gotten a good look at this part of him the night prior, and she was curious about his anatomy.  The head gleamed as it peeked out of his foreskin.  His veins twitched beneath her palm.  It was strange and foreign.  She was fascinated but felt oh so dirty.  She couldn’t believe herself, fondling Richter atop the throne of Dracula.  Yet when she thought about her sire seeing her with a Belmont, her thighs clenched.  She squirmed on his lap, taking her bottom lip between her teeth.

“You seem eager to please me,” Richter noted.  “On your knees.  I want to see those pretty lips around it.”

Gwen slipped off of his lap and knelt between his knees.  She took a moment to marvel.  The smell of his musk was thick and tantalizing.  The scent reminded her of how the room smelled of their union the night prior, and she found herself growing increasingly aroused.  Before she could take him in her mouth, he grabbed her hair, forcing her to look at him.

“A word of warning, vampire,” he said.  The fingers of free hand were used to pry her lips open, revealing to him her fangs.  “Sink these into me and it will be the last thing you do.”

She nodded dutifully before he guided her by her hair.  The task before her was daunting.  She wished not to disappoint or even harm Richter, but only vaguely did she know of this act.  It had been detailed in a few of the romantic works of fiction she had stumbled upon.  She thought it peculiar when she read of it, and never believed she would succumb to a man in such a way that she would have to perform fellatio on him.  But like her lord had stated, she was indeed eager to please him.

A shiver of pleasure claimed Richter the moment her lips enveloped the tip.  After having nothing but blood or wine for as long as she could remember, the salty, bitter flavor was certainly something different than she was used to tasting.  She didn’t hate it.  She took more of him into her mouth, and could feel Richter shift in pleasure.  The grip he had on her hair loosened.  Her eyes cut up to him for approval.

“Very good,” he purred.

His praise increased her enthusiasm, yet she still had to remain cautious.  Her fangs were on the forefront of her mind.  She did not want to hurt him, nor did she want to even nick him.  She was petrified of what even a drop of his blood inside of her would make her become.  After growing too paranoid, she had to withdraw for a moment, but did not neglect him.  She may have been naïve, but even she knew there were other ways to orally please a man.  She dragged her tongue along the underside, from the base to the tip.  Her lips mouthed at the skin, ghosting kisses along the length while allowing her hand to caress the shaft.

“What fortune…”

Richter’s husky words had Gwen distracted from her task.  While still stroking him, she raised her head.

“I’m curious…  Is mine your first?”

This question had her feeling self-conscious about her performance, and she responded with a subtle nod.  A breathy half-laugh escaped Richter as he cupped her cheek.

“I suppose powers of seduction are an instinct of your kind,” he said, causing her to pause.  “I was expecting you to be a bit clumsy.  I had not anticipated you would stoop to worshiping my cock so soon, but this revelation is certainly a welcome one.  Having you as mine may prove to be more useful than I foresaw.”

His words stirred concern in her, but strangely enough, filled her chest with pride.  Perhaps she was enjoying herself too much.  If she was, he only served to encourage it.

“Don’t get shy now, my vampire,” he said, settling back onto the throne.  “You may proceed with your idolatry.”

He guided her head back down, and she readily slipped the cockhead between her lips once more.  The action caused the ribbon in her hair to fall loose, allowing the ginger waves to cascade past her shoulders.  Gloved fingers twisted in her locks and forced her head further down, making her accept more of his length.  No choice was left but to relax her throat to accept him.  She barely had time to adjust to the intrusion before he pulled her back by her hair only to thrust into her mouth again.

Sharp huffs of breath slipped past Richter’s lips as he used her.  Through a heavy-lidded gaze, she looked up at him, watching how his chest heaved as his pleasure increased.

“Good vampire,” he panted.  “Such a good girl for me.”

Desire trickled down the inside of her thighs at his praise.  She did not realize she was capable of getting so aroused without being touched.  So badly did she want to relieve some of the building arousal, but she did not think Richter would approve without permission.  Her thighs squeezed together as she thought about how much she wished for the prick that was in her mouth to be between her legs.  She ached for the searing heat of him filling her to her core.  Just the thought of being bent over by him had her moaning around him.

“God, that’s it…” Richter groaned, fist tightening in her hair.  “Be a good girl… Swallow it all for me.”

These words were all the warning Gwen received before she felt the torrent of seed spill down her throat.  Her initial reaction was to try to pull away, but he held her head firmly in place.  Resigning herself, she screwed her eyes shut and enjoyed the soft, breathless moans he produced as she accepted his release.

The last ebbs of pleasure soon numbed Richter.  He used the hold he had on her hair to pull her off his length, which slipped out from between her lips with an obscene pop.  His grip then loosened, his hand felt to his lap, and he melted back onto the throne.  His eyes were fixed at the ceiling above as he drew in sharp inhales, and her eyes were fixed on him.  With the back of her wrist, Gwendolyna attempted to clean the saliva and leftover cum that had dribbled down her chin.  She knew she had to look like a wreck, but it was well worth it to catch a glimpse of how serene her lord looked after his release.

“You have served me well,” Richter eventually praised after catching his breath.  He weakly ruffled her hair before he went to refasten the buttons of his pants.  “After that, I think I will retire for the evening.”

“Am I still to stay with you tonight, my lord?” she asked from the ground as he rose to his feet.

“Have I said otherwise?”

“… You have not.”

He held his hand out in front of her, and she looked at it inquisitively before realizing he was offering it to her.  She placed hers in his and allowed him to help her stand, but he did not let it go after she was up.  With her hand still in his, he proceeded to guide her out the castle keep.

She was certain this was his way of preventing her from fleeing, not that she had any desire to do so.  Walking hand in hand with him was a much more dignified way of being led to their destination than being carried over his shoulder like game.  Though her skin only touched leather, this kind of contact was intimate to her.  If delusional, she could tell herself that he was returning her affection.  She’d have to be a fool to believe that his gestures were anything beyond retaliation against Dracula.  Still, she could pretend.  In her mind, this could be him courting her.  One did not hold the hand of their slave as they walked together. 

“What is it that you find amusing?”

“Hm?”  His words broke her out of her fantasy.  “Nothing, Lord Belmont.”

“No?  Well, I’ve not seen your smile before,” he said, and it was then she realized that she did in fact have a smile on her face.  Her imagination had gone too wild, causing her to look like a fool.  If she wasn’t careful, he could grow suspicious of her.

“I apologize,” she said, allowing it to fade.

Richter stopped in his tracks.

“You do not often smile, do you?”

“I…  I cannot say that I do.  I’ve not much reason to…”

“Well, you do now, for I wish to see it more often.”  He began to walk again, pulling her as she was stuck in awe of his statement.  “My spoil looks more attractive with her face lit up in delight,” he continued.  “Being in my possession against your will is one thing, but if you are enjoying it, that will bring your sire that much more shame.”

Now, Gwen was amused.  Be it a roundabout way, he was encouraging her to enjoy herself around him.  She could certainly do that.

“Yes, Lord Belmont,” she said with a giggle.  “I’ll be certain to play along.”

Richter flashed her a smile of his own and squeezed her hand.  No, it wouldn’t be hard to give a convincing performance at all.  The difficult part would be convincing herself that he did not feel the same.