Saphiria Meets Vlad the Impaler

Saphiria stopped a moment to regain her breath before advancing through the deserted city with only the light of the moon to guide her way. She wandered aimlessly for a time past shuttered windows and boarded-up doors, down littered and empty streets where the only sound was the night breeze whispering and the occasional scratching of rat's claws in the shadows. She turned a corner into another street and found herself in a blind alley. The girl turned around to see a large, dark shadow approaching. The shadow loomed over Saphiria's tiny shape, and she could see that it was a knight on a black, powerful horse. Saphiria could see the knight's mighty sword hanging from his hip and moonlight sparkled off his armor, and as he drew nearer his own appearance shook Saphiria to the core. He had a curly mane of long hair that reached his shoulders, and 2 deep green eyes, and what she had took for gleaming finish on his armor she now realized was a burnished finish of his enemy's spilled blood. He climbed down off the horse and loomed toward Saphiria once more. She couldn't help but notice how predatory his eyes seemed. Whe he spoke his voice held a deep, reverberating authority. "Welcome to my world, Saphiria, I understand you wished to summon me."

Saphiria hesitated for an instant. "Prince Vlad? But it...you really came to me?"

"If it is I you call to, should it not be I that you receive?" He smiled at her, but the smile never reached his eyes. It was the grin of a snake, without warmth or human soul. "Now, mortal girl, why do you summon me, who has rested for so long?"

"Prince Vlad, uh, your Majesty,I just want to, uh, h-help you."

The prince laughed loudly. "Hahahahaha! You? Help me? You seek to toy with me, whelp. If anything, fragile one, it is I who will help you by requesting that you leave me be."

Saphiria reached hesitantly to touch the tall man before her. Her fingers found the curved surface of his breastplate and at the touch a tremble of dark electricity raced up through her nerves. "But, great prince, if you are trapped in this sphere I can help you find peace."

"You would profess to teach the master, girl," he rumbled. "I have lived here for five centuries, ruling this realm as I did my earthly kingdom, and I am much too wise and powerful for your mortal human understanding. I should repay such impudence by gutting you like a stag and letting the birds feast on you, but your kindness warms me. And," he added, his iron-sheathed fingers reaching out to caress her curly red hair, "only a fool wastes such beauty as yours. That is what prompted me to bring you to my plane. In your world I can not take physical form, but here I am still viovode, still ruler. I can feel," he said as his hand trailed down to caress her jawline and the slender column of her throat, "and touch." Vlad's fingers found the swell of the girl's breast, cupping the small mound, and she gasped at the contact. Her nipple rose invitingly, meeting the coolness of the prince's iron gauntlet.

Despite herself, Saphiria moaned softly, closing her eyes as the man she'd fantasized about for so long caressed her sensitive breast. "My dark prince," she gasped.

The viovode chuckled softly as he stepped closer to her. "Yes," he purred, "I hear your heart. I know what you need, child." His powerful arms snaked around her waist and she felt her body

bend and mold itself to the unyielding plates of his armor. She smelled blood and knew that the gore on the metal was staining her white blouse, but she did not care as Vlad brought her into his embrace. This time when her lungs seized and darkness approached Saphiria did not resist.

Part 8

Soft light from many candles came into focus around Saphiria as cool, damp air rushed into her lungs. Awareness returned slowly, bringing with it great arousal. Her eyes focused on a tapestry hung against a dark stone wall. Nearby it a fire crackled cheerily in a hearth big enough for a man to stand in. Her body was tingling as sparks of want danced through it, and she turned to find the glowing ember eyes staring into hers again. She was lying on a soft mattress, her skirt gone and blouse laying open under her torso, baring her breasts to the cool air of the room. Prince Vlad was sitting on the bed at her side, his armor gone and his brown skin dusky in the candlelight. He was also nude, the curly hair on his chest even darker than that which crowned his head. A thick penis jutted up from this wiry pubic bush, angry and red. His hand roamed over the woman's fevered skin, his touch stoking the fires that smoldered in her. He smiled knowingly and said, "So you awake, Saphiria. I wondered how long you would sleep. I've been anxious, but there is no glory in taking the head of a dead foe. I wanted you to be aware as I take my pleasure with you."

Saphi ached for the caress of his fingers, and more still for his hard prick. Her fantasy burst into her thoughts. How many times had she imagined this very event, her cruel Prince Vlad using her for his pleasure? Now it was coming true, here, in this spectral Transylvanian palace, and she needed her Prince to fuck her worse than she'd ever needed anything in her entire life. "Your Majesty," she gasped as his fingers found her pink nipple and pinched it roughly. "My Prince, I'm yours. Please take me. I can't wait much longer."

Vlad laughed at her. "Even in your time women are the same. They think they have changed, but they still fall like wheat before the scythe when they meet a man of true strength." He turned on his hip, climbing to his knees at her shoulder. His erection bobbed above Saphiria's chin. Without a word he grasped the back of her head and brushed the gleaming knob over her lips. His intention was clear and the girl complied, opening her mouth and letting the salty flesh of his cock slip in over her tongue and into the back of her throat.

Saphiria tried to relax as Vlad moved his hips, fucking her face with his stiff muscle. She looked up over his furry belly and watched as his cruel face softened and grew slack with pleasure at the feeling. She tried to suck his bloated dick but she could barely grip it, so powerful were his movements as he pushed into her mouth over and over. Warm dribbles ran over her tongue and she felt her belly growl as it anticipated the feast of her prince's semen soon to come.

Prince Vlad pumped faster, claiming her mouth as his own almost too rapidly for her to breathe. He grunted as he thrust, his heavy balls thudding against her cheek with each thrust, and the musky scent of him filling her nose. She wanted him to cum, wanted to feel the squirting jet of his release and know his orgasm was because of her.

Instead he stopped and held her still, waiting as she took a deep breath. Taking the initiative the girl began to suck him, stroking the underside of his cock with her agile tongue. "Yesss," he hissed, "that's right. Please your prince, child of the future." He growled deep in his chest and his staff ballooned in Saphiria's mouth, warning her of what was imminent. She redoubled her efforts, lashing the thick vein on the underside of his member with her tongue in an effort to pull the orgasm from him. Suddenly he roared loudly and Saphiria felt the first thick gob of his spunk spatter against the back of her throat. He rammed forward, callously burying his cock down her throat as he shot his salty load down her gullet.

Vlad stayed completely still for a long moment, his body vibrating as the fury of his orgasm drained out of him. Saphiria sucked slowly on his still-hard prick, hoping he was enjoying the

feeling of her gentle nursing on the sensitive flesh. Finally he sighed, a long, drawn-out breath, as the knotted muscles of his body softened. Easily, as though afraid to move too quickly, he drew his cock from her mouth. In the back of her mind she registered how empty and lonely her mouth felt without her dark prince's erection in it.

The dark viovode quickly slipped down and knelt at Saphiria's hip. Without a word he grabbed her and lifted her as easily as though she were a sack of grain. She reached to embrace him but he dodged her arms and flipped her onto her stomach. "You are as beautiful as a fine horse," he murmured, "so it is right that you should be ridden like one." In a heartbeat he was between her legs, lifting her hips up to meet his groin. Saphiria froze, terrified of what her dark prince was about to do – anal sex was her ultimate taboo – but Vlad never permitted her to question or protest. He yanked her to him and stabbed deep into her dripping vagina, burying his cock in the heated heart of her sex.

Saphiria cried out as the prince's member spread her open. She was as petite inside as she was outside, and the sudden penetration sent a burning pain up through her pelvis. Heated juice bubbled out of her stuffed tunnel and trickled down her thighs and she could only hope it wasn't blood she was feeling. Her breasts were pressed against the soft mattress and her strong fingers found the prince's feather pillow and dug into it as the pain washed through her, but she also rejoiced in the feeling – she was being fucked, at last, by her Prince Vlad.

Vladimir pounded into the small woman's pussy, his cock reaching deep into her belly and his balls thudding into her clitoris with every thrust. She could hear the man behind her grunting with exertion. Mixed with his sounds came words; "Saphiria...my beautiful Saphiria...so tight..." Her brain caught fire as she realized her dark prince was so happy to be screwing her, and the flames in her vulva threatened to consume her as a strong climax began to build in her belly.

The Wallachian prince's motions grew more frenzied as his peak approached. His fingers dug into the redheaded woman's hips, bruising the tender flesh, but he never slackened his pace. He had been pulling her back to meet his pounding cock and this angled him downwards until the firm head of his member was bumping into Saphiria's G-spot with every motion. She whimpered into the bed as a fast cum burst in her body, and as her prince continued to hit her inner roof another, much bigger, orgasm was building.

Vlad's nails cut into the girl's skin as he rammed into her over and over. He snarled like a wild thing and the sound made her primal nature respond in kind. She bayed into the mattress, her voice more like an animal's than a human's, as a shattering climax exploded in her savaged cunt. She screamed his name, begging him to never stop fucking her, as she came harder than she had ever felt in her life. Then there was fresh heat inside her as her beautiful prince's cock squirted long ribbons of sticky cum into her.

At last it was over. Reality slowly began to re-form around her – the smell of wood smoke from the fireplace, the soft fabric of the mattress under her, the stretched aching fullness of her cunt as Vlad's cock grew soft inside her, the last dribbles of his seed oozing out against her scorched tissues – and she reveled in it because it meant the whole night wasn't just a realistic dream. She was really there, in the bed of her Prince Vladimir.

The prince pulled free of her body and collapsed on the bed beside her. His long hair was plastered to his skin by his sweat and his eyes were blissfully closed as he breathed deeply. She moved to his side and his arms closed around her. His scent was a sweet cloud around her as sleep came.

Part 9

Saphiria didn't know how long she'd been asleep when Vlad shook her awake. He had left the bed and now wore a long night shirt. "Wake up, girl. Morning approaches and the door between worlds will close. It is time for you to leave."

Her heart sank. She was being dismissed like a court tramp and she hadn't even accomplished her mission of guiding the spirit of the prince to the next plane. She tried to be brave, as she knew Prince Vlad would expect. "Your Majesty, my intention in summoning you was to see to it that you leave this sorrowful place and move on. I know what happened and that you are caught in the portal between this world and your own. I know where you belong, and I know how to guide you there. Please let me help you."

The prince sat down on the bed with a sigh. He hung his head, his hair draping the sides of his face as though he were ashamed. "Saphiria, you are a beautiful girl, but you are no priest, no magician. You cannot help me leave this place anymore than you can sprout wings and fly."

"No, my prince. You're wrong. I have talents you do not know. I just want you to be at peace, the same peace which you gave to your land and your people." She put her hand on his, surprised somehow at how cool the skin felt. "Please, Vlad, just let me show you. I will not betray you or fail you. I won't! Please? You see, I, too, have been betrayed and left behind by my own flesh and blood. I know your pain. We share the same sorrows."

Vlad paused a moment, then his shoulders sagged. When he turned to face her she was surprised by how his features had softened. He was now showing Saphiria his full humanity with all its vulnerabilities and weaknesses. He shook his head slowly and chuckled. "I could break you in two pieces with but one hand, child! Fools are always so determined to be hurt. I don't know what an insignificant human woman such as yourself could possibly show me that I haven't learned in the 600 years before you were even born. But your courage and kindness touch my heart. Perhaps even a prince may learn from a fool. Very well, I will grant you one chance to either greatly impress me, or make a complete ass out of yourself. Let us hope the outcome is not the latter. You do know what I do with people who disappoint me, don't you? I'm sure you have done your research on my brutal punishments, no?" Vlad sighed again, and looked away from Saphiria as if it were a gesture of disgust. "I will make you an offer. If you can help me as you claim to be able to do, I will release you back to your modern world. But if you cannot, you will suffer the same fate as those you saw in the plain." Saphiria knew immediately who he meant – the numberless dead on their gory stakes.

"Yes, o great impaler, I will take the bargain. Please have faith. I am not here to trick or to disappoint you." She took his hand in hers and laid her palm on his chest above his heart. She could feel the throbbing of his life as she concentrated on the ritual she had written before starting this adventure. "Vladimir, prince of Transylvania, cross over to the other side. Go to the light, most high and sacred one. Leave the enemy behind. Do not let them trap you here; they have no power if you deny them. Be at peace, Vlad, for I will not forget you. I...I love you, truly and selflessly. I release you from this plane, from this place. Please, believe me and go!"

Vlad's presence grew faint as he faded into the night, and across the great divide to finally live in peace where he should have been all this time, leaving Saphiria alone in the stone chamber. "Rest in peace, precious one," she whispered into the emptiness. "We will forever hold your memory dear." There was a bright flash of light and Saphiria shut her eyes once more. When she opened them she was back in the basement of her home where the summoning ritual had started. She was still wearing her modern clothes and the summoning candle still burned in its holder. Mere moments could have passed since Sarah had run from the room. Only one thing told her the entire experience hadn't just been a hallucination – the ache deep in her vagina and the sting of bruises and nail scratches on her hips.

Saphiria blew out the candle and started up the stairs but then she heard Vlad's voice once more.

"I will return and I will always walk with you, Saphiria. You shall be alone no more. I have wrongly underestimated you, Saphiria; you are not a mere mortal, but a special and highly gifted woman. Call to me if you should need me, but until then, be at peace. I leave you with a stern warning: Do not play with the spirit world. Few beings you will find there are as merciful or as honorable as I. You could get...hurt...next time."

Saphiria slowly walked back to the sitting room, still in disbelief over what she had done and what she'd just heard. "Good night, your Serene Majesty," she whispered once more down the dark stairway, thankful that Vlad had kept his word to her and released her as promised.