Dracula Unchained

They blew up my castle, locked me in chains,
drove a stake through my heart
and buried me ten feet deep.

Don’t make me laugh.

Now I’m free as a bat
not quite alive, not quite dead
flying over Transylvania
thirsting for carnal pleasure
and blood.

Needing to feel the soft skin of a woman
smell her flowery musk
taste her salty sweat
and hear her ecstatic moaning
like any other man.

Needing to spread my seed
before I feed.

On a cool October evening
my keen animal senses point me
toward the mayoral mansion.

A pompous politician, partying all night
and leaving his pretty daughter at home
alone.

I perch on Luminita’s bedroom windowsill
admiring her shiny blonde hair, her sleek naked body
her dainty feminine hands
masturbating slowly, sensuously
working her pleasure center
with well-trained fingers . . .
dreaming of Prince Charming.

A grown woman, still stuck in a fairy tale
dreaming her life away
on a fine silk pillow.

I flutter inside with leathery wings
transforming to my true human self
soft as a dove
but deadly as a serpent.

Casting my devilish spell
to intoxicate her brain . . .
a balm to those weary blue eyes.

"Prince Charming?"

"Yes, dear. I am your dashing Prince. Your knight in shining armor, ready to sweep you off to paradise."

"Did my father arrange this?"

"Yes, dear. The mayor has given his blessing to our marriage."

"I love you so much, my darling."

"I love you too. Now we must seal our holy bond with a kiss."

"My lips are ever willing, Prince Charming."

I move in slowly, savoring the tension . . .
one last moment of hunger
before the bittersweet satisfaction.

Grasping Luminita’s slender shoulders
savoring the smooth warmth
squeezing her ample breasts with my cold fingers
making her sigh like Lucifer’s handmaidens.

My manhood rises in anticipation
and I must answer nature’s call
living or not.

"I cannot wait for the preacher, dear. Let us make our wedding bed this very night."

"Oh god, yes. Take me now, darling."

I like my lovers submissive, under my complete power
in bondage, in rapture.

I pull the drawstrings from her fancy nightgowns
to bind her hands to the bedposts
making her my perfect slutty slave.

Swooping down, staring deep into the ocean of her eyes
I growl like a demon
and take her like a wolf.

Fucking her pussy so hard
with my big cold cock
insatiable desire driving me onward
fueled by her frantic coital cries.

I spank her broad white hips
over and over
purging my unholy rage.

"Spank me harder, Prince Charming! I love your rough royal touch."

I love the staccato sound of flesh striking flesh
louder and louder.

I slap her beautiful breasts with the same vicious vigor
turning those white globes red.

The best sex I’ve ever had, pushing me quickly toward the edge
of a proverbial cliff.

"Get ready for my royal seed, you dirty fucking wench!"

I grown like a lion
soaking her thighs with semen
triumphantly
a flood of earthly pleasure
racing through my empty veins.

Simmering down to a catatonic stupor; quite familiar
to a vampire.

I rub her pleasure center
bringing her to a genuine orgasm
in a spellbound state,
squirting all over her fine down mattress
thrashing about in bondage . . .
a piteous paroxysm of repressed emotions.

Used up, broken down, the future is bright
yet dim
for this delusional mayor’s daughter.

I must do to Luminita
what I’ve done to many others.

I must obey the curse I took upon me, willingly
four hundred years ago
when Elisabeta died by her own hand.

I will make this wench my altar
drinking her blood in my wife’s honor
hoping one day, Satan willing, to rejoin Elisabeta
in hell.

"Now, my dear, I will seal our loving fate with one last kiss."

With a blast of divine magic from my deep brown eyes
she tilts her head back in total submission
expecting a tender kiss
but getting two sharp fangs.

Her precious life-blood hits my tongue
like the fountain of youth
filling me with the primal joy of sustenance
yet dragging me down
with the pain of remembrance.

Oh, Elisabeta! How I long for thee!
How I miss your lovely face and body
swaying to the enchanting melody of a medieval lute
and laughing to the antics of a court jester!

Oh God, why did you let her die?
How can you possibly exist
if you allow such a tragedy?

From hell’s heart I stab at Thee
ever and ever again!

Holy Satan
take the blood of Luminita
and give it to Elisabeta
let my wife drink a cup of kindness yet
for auld lang syne!

I make this lovely mayor’s daughter
undead like me
taking her to a place of perpetual darkness
in the light of day
where her heart will be forever free . . .

Forever unchained.