In Search of Ch. 01

"Accusing You?" Carl stopped in mid stroke his razor poised in his hand. The girl's cheek where bright crimson when he turned to face her, the silhouette of her ravishing young body delightful to behold and the shower curtain hinting at her womanly charms. His deep voiced tinged in shock at her question. His eyes where twinkling as he turned back to the mirror and continued shaving.

"Nothing more than being the most delightful companion a man could desire Morrigan." Dr. Kolkac laid his razor aside and rinsed the last of the soap from his face then slowly turned to face her again.

"Morrigan your honor is safe, but my dear I wished that you would have taken me as your lover. Ah at last a young beauty such as yourself would hardly bother with a man like me."

His lips where a breath away from hers and his eyes shown with his desire for her. He waited for her to laugh aloud at how preposterous the idea of her becoming his lover was. He had spoken honestly and had treated the stunning young coed as a woman and not as a young girl to frivolous to understand the desires of a man.

"Hmph! I don't know if you're giving me too much credit or not giving yourself enough Doctor. You're handsome, intelligent, in good shape and, as I recall, a very good kisser. If you couldn't be fired over it I would indeed consider coming to your bed." Carl saw how Morrigan's blushed deepened from crimson to scarlet as she ducked back behind the shower curtain. Her shy girlish blush making her even more enticing to him.

"If you're done shaving Doctor I'd appreciate some privacy. We both need to dress for breakfast." Though she fought to keep her voice calm, steady and even. Cark Kolkac heard the tremor in Morrigan's voice the way her breathe had caught as she chided they needed to dress for breakfast yet her bold statement echoed in his mind If you couldn't be fired over it I would indeed consider coming to your bed.

Carl tore back the shower curtain and stepped into the cascading water enfolding the young coed in his arms. He kissed her hard letting all his desire for her flow into that kiss in a raw primal power that demanded a response. He broke the kiss and he smiled into Morrigan's eyes.

"Do you intend to tell the dean of students Morrigan for I certainly do not! Besides, it is none of his damn business anyway."

His lips seared hers and she whimpered into the kiss as heat flared through her supple young body. Morrigan seemed she couldn't keep herself from pressing her slick body to his or her arms from reaching up to wrap around his neck to cling to him.

"No, I don't intend to tell him. I'm attracted to you Doctor, that kiss has my toes curling but I think we should slow down. We hardly know each other."

Morrigan had pulled back from that searing kiss her cheeks cherry red now. Carl smiled as he swept her into his arms and carried her from the shower to set her down gently and wrapped her in a towel.

"Your right Morrigan we don't know each other very well yet, and we do have work to do today."

He slowly began to dry her making that simple function a sensual experience and then tossed the young beauty a towel so she could dry her hair. By the time Morrigan emerged from the bathroom Carl was dressed and setting in the chair by the hearth. Morrigan school uniform neatly folded on the bed. It was apparent that he intended to watch the beautiful young coed dress.

"So Morrigan tell me about yourself what you look for in a lover."

"You get right to the point don't you Doctor. I'm still refining that list. I haven't had many lovers so I'm still learning what I want. Attraction obviously, someone with a backbone - being able to treat a guy like a doormat is annoying - intelligence. Beyond that I'm still figuring it out.

Morrigan's crimson blush faded to an enchanting shade of pink. Carl enjoyed her graceful movements as she dressed, the way she slide her panties up her long legs hiding her pussy from his view was a maddening tease only making him want he more. In fact, Kolkac found the young beauty's performance quite exotic.

"What do you look for in a lover Doctor?".

"Beauty, grace, intelligence, of course Morrigan." Carl paused for a moment as she slipped on her blouse. He pondered her question before he continued.

"Strength Morrigan. A woman strong enough to surrender completely to her lover without losing herself. But I fear if I continue your American sensibilities might be offended, and as your say we do have to go to breakfast."

Kolkac rose from his seat, his fingers slowly began to button Morrigan's blouse, he started at the bottom and as each button closed he kissed the next patch of her silken skin that would be hidden from him until only the top button of Morrigan's blouse was open. Pulling the young beauty to him he tucked the tails of her blouse into the young beauty's skirt letting his hands savor the feel of her tight firm ass. Carl could feel the young coed's body tremble as he buttoned her blouse, he smiled to himself as her breath caught at the first kiss, and then the soft whimper that filled her throat when he cupped her firm ass in his hands.

Carl stepped back and handed Morrigan her jacket. "Breakfast?"

"Yes please Doctor. I'm starving."

Her soft smile and smoldering eyes pleased him as she stood there on the verge of something new, something she had not expected, that this man her professor wanted her as a lover. Carl's lips teasingly brushed Morrigan's in a fleeting tempting kiss.

"I am famished as well Morrigan, but my hunger is for you." Carl left those words to haunt the young beauty as he took her arm in his and lead her down to breakfast. When they entered the dining room, Count Tepes, their host came to her and kissed both of Morrigan's cheeks, his body just brushing hers.

"Thank you for a most enjoyable evening Miss Smythsson." He lingered a moment longer than was necessary, his body close to hers. It seemed that Dr. Kolkac was not the only man that desired her company. Morrigan Smythsson was discovering that European men where different from those she had known in the States.

The conversation at breakfast dealt with the legends of the Carpathian Mountains and Transylvania. Count Tepes seemed to reveled in the history of his infamous ancestor. Breakfast was a light affair featuring fresh fruits and breads dipped in wine. Dr. Kolkac conversed with their host in Romanian, and then he would translate for Morrigan. He would from time to time ask her option on some point or another and then listen attentively to her answer. He treaded the young coed more as an intellectual equal rather than an underling intern, a glorified secretary.

The day settled into a routine of research in Castle Bran library. It soon became evident that as famous as the area was for vampires, that the legends of werecreatures abounded as well. Not only werewolves, but werecats, and werebears as well. They centered on the regions that had been least touched by the modern world, those areas deep within the vast loneliness of the mountains and along the routes taken by the Romany, gypsy, caravans. It was during an afternoon coffee break when Dr. Kolkac was deeply involved in an obscure text that Count Tepes found Morrigan taking her coffee on a terrace..

"Miss Smythsson, Morrigan I have found a room for you if sharing one with Dr. Kolkac is uncomfortable for you. I understand that Americans do not look on the sharing of rooms between young women and older men as acceptable. Unless...." The Count let his voice trail off even as his eyes roamed over Morrigan's stunning young body. Tepes was not so much worried with American sensibilities as he was in finding out what the relationship between the young beauty and the professor was. This ravishing young beauty could prove to be an interesting diversion and one well worth the plunking.

"My dear Count Tepes it sounds as if you are fishing for information. A room of my own would be delightful thank you, particularly if it is close enough to the Doctor's that I won't have to worry about getting lost in this huge castle if we work late."

The Count was indeed fishing for information and Morrigan's ready acceptance of a room of her own told him she had not become Dr. Kolkac lover as yet. A pleased little smile at this innocent slip by the young coed pleased him as he pondered his next move.

Morrigan offered him a shy smile, "Speaking of getting lost, would it be possible to arrange for someone to show me around a bit. This place is huge, and I know I'm going to end up utterly turned around at some point. My sense of direction is awful." Count Tepes warmly returned Morrigan's smile as she handed him the perfect opportunity to get her alone and away from Dr. Kolkac.

"I shall see to it personally Morrigan." The Count clicked his heels, and bowing he bent to kiss her hand but instead of kissing the back of it, her turned the girl's hand over and kissed her palm.

"Shall we say in an hour when the library closes." It was more a statement then a question. When she returned Dr. Kolkac was stilled engrossed in the text he had been studying. He raised his eyes when Morrigan returned and looked over his wire framed glasses at her.

"This is amazing Morrigan the latest report of a werewolf was three months ago in a village about fifteen kilometers from here." He seemed as excited as a child in a candy store. He swept her into his arms in the excitement of the moment and kissed her hard on the lips.

"So, do you fancy a hike up into the mountains in a day or so,? I still have a day's work here and have to compile a list of witnesses to the sighting." He stepped back smiling at her. the feel of her young body again igniting his passion for her, and it shown darkly in his eyes.

"Absolutely!" she said excitedly. "Not only does it sound exciting but it'll give me a chance to not be wearing my school skirt," He had noticed this time that Morrigan had given herself over to his kiss and her shy sheepish grin pleased him. Before he could tell the young beauty he would be more than glad to get her out of her school skirt she blurted out her news.

"Oh! Before I forget, the Count offered to find me another room, so we won't be tripping over each other quite so much. I told him it should be close to yours,"

"Really Morrigan!" The tone of Carl's voice told her he was not in the least pleased with her decision to move into her own room. Form the comments that Count Tepes had made in Romanian that morning he knew the Count would like nothing better than to sample the young coed's sweet charms. He supposed she was old enough to make her own decisions, but he was defiantly not pleased, and it showed.

"Well, if you are going to accept the Count's offer then I imagine you will want to move your things before dinner."

So, she really did not find him what she was looking for in a lover. It had been an enticing dream while it lasted but then she was young and beautiful and as, yet he had no claim on her.

"Then you better go now." Carl returned to his reports his body stiff as he turned from her.

"Dr. Kolkac...Carl, you make it sound as if I'm moving from your room to the Count's. I'm not. I agreed to take a room if it was close to yours. The fact is you aren't like any man I've ever known Doctor and you keep me perpetually off balance. I need space to myself to re-center myself at times. You move faster and are much more intense than I'm used to from American men my own age Doctor. I have to admit that sometimes it scares me a little. Please don't be mad at me."

Carl stood there her delicate hand on his shoulder her soft voice pleading for understanding. He was caught in the devil's own choice. If he told Morrigan that Count Tepes wanted her then he would sound like a petulant schoolboy, and he would also be insulting their host. As yet she had not excepted him as her lover. Morrigan was young and beautiful, and she could do much worse than accepting the wealthy and influential Count as her lover. With a sigh Dr. Kolkac decided she would have to make her own choice.

"I am not mad with you Morrigan just disappointed. I had hoped....................." He let his voice trail off there was no need to put undue pressure on her. "........ that you might have wished to stay and share my room. You better go and I have some work to finish."

Count Tepes was just coming to the library when Morrigan emerged.

"So, are you ready for your tour of Castle Bran Morrigan?"

"Count Tepes! You startled me. Yes I'm ready, "she said with a smile at the thought of touring the castle.

"Where shall we start?"

"The battlements of course." Tepes linked his arm in Morrigan's and lead her to the battlements. He was the perfect guide, charming suave and attentive. As they worked their way through the castle he recounted the legends of Vlad the Impaler. The romantic tales of Count Dracula. They had worked their way back down to the main floor and the count poured Morrigan a glass of wine. When she hesitated a little pout of disappointment bowed his lips as if she refused would be an insult. He watched as the powerful aphrodisiac laced wine took effete slowly.

"So Now for the dudgeons a high point for the tours where the evil Count Dracula took his innocent victims." Tepes teased her. They had just reached the dudgeons when a man in livery came up to the count and spoke to him in Romanian. He scowled obviously displeased with what the man said. The man stood there obviously waiting for an answer. Then Tepes turned to Morrigan.

"One of the staff who is supposed to portray the young victim of Count Dracula has been taken sick." He paused as his eyes held the young American coed's.

"Could I impose on you Morrigan to play the part?"

"I'm no actress Count! I'm sure your staff if quite well versed in just the right way to set up such scenes and I would only mess it up with my clumsiness."

"But what would be a tour of Count Dracula's Dudgeon without a beautiful damsel in distress Morrigan and you are the only young beauty available." Tepes chided Morrigan as he led her into the medieval dudgeon. It was set up for tours complete with theatrical lightening to enhance the effect and a low howling background tape to further enhance the setting.

"Really Morrigan it is quite simple you stretch your hands over your head I bind them in the manacles, and you just look helpless and innocently beautiful." He had led her to the place where she would be held in chains and the manacles dangling above her.

"It is the highlight of the tour and helps keep the castle preserved, besides, you would not want to disappoint my guest would you Morrigan?" He teased Morrigan. His eyes held hers in a deep penetrating gaze that would have done his infamous ancestor proud. He had been such a charming and gracious host and had even arranged for her to have her own room. The servant looked between the Count and her with pleading eyes.

Finally, she nodded her head once. "All right I'll do it. Do I need a costume, or will my school uniform be sufficient?"

"No, you school uniform will be perfect Morrigan." The naïve young beauty saw the look of relief in the servant's eyes as he scurried off to let the tour director know all was well.

"Now raise your hands above your head! Yes just like that." Count Tepes slowly snapped the manacles around Morrigan's delicate wrists, but instead of the bite of cold steel they were encircled in soft padded leather that held her firmly.

"They are not too tight are they Morrigan?" Tepes's body pressed closed to the bond young beauty, as he checked her bindings, and she could feel his muscular body through their clothing. He could not believe his luck in having this rare beauty at his mercy. Slowly he backed away and smiled at her.

"Thank you Morrigan."

As the tour came through they gasped when they saw her and then shrieked as the Count dressed as Dracula sprang from the shadows and enveloped the innocent young bound beauty in his cape lowering his fangs to her throat.

Morrigan had no idea he was going to swoop out of nowhere on her and gave a cry that was truly frightening as his bared fangs moved toward her throat. The tour went wild at Morrigan's scream and it seemed she had made a great impression on them. Tepes's body was pressed hard to Morrigan's she was enfolded in his arms and his breath was hot and moist on her neck. It was almost as if she was the really a young damsel in distress.

"A round of applause for our young damsel in distress and the Count." They applauded the performance and then where conducted on their way. Tepes's body was still pressed to Morrigan's

"Yuri, Morrigan that is my name sweet child." His lips where a breath away from hers and then they brushed Morrigan's in a sensually seductive kiss. His lips parted from hers and small butterfly kisses followed the line of Morrigan's jaw, he nibbled her earlobe and whispered.

"You are quite beautiful Morrigan."

Tepes's voice was husky, deep and laced with passion his fingers strayed to the bound young coed's blouse and she could feel the button on her blouse pop open. Yuri's kisses floated down the slender column of her throat, the next button gave way, and he kissed the newly bared flesh. The third and he eased back the stunning young Americans blouse to kiss the sweet, scented valley between her breasts. Count Tepes continued to undue the buttons of Morrigan's blouse, each new patch of newly bared skin kissed and sensually tongued. His leg was between her now gently rubbing her soft inner thigh. He had tugged the blouse from her skirt and Morrigan's blouse hung open. She was bared to the waits except for her lacy bra.

"Yesss quite beautiful Morrigan. Tell me do you believe in the creatures of the night?" His black eyes bore into hers. Yuri smiled as his lips caressed Morrigan's silken skin he felt her stunning young body tremble with desire as she hung helpless in her chains.

"T-thank you Count Tepes...Yuri, I don't know if I believe in them or not. I certainly enjoy the legends surrounding them."

She managed to stammer as his eyes held hers captive. Morrigan was overwhelmed and Tepes knew it, he could see it in her eyes. He could feel her heart pounding and the life force throbbing just below the surface of her pale flawless skin. Yuri's leg continued to rub against her silken inner thigh as his lips kissed her naked belly, and his tongue slowly teasing the young coed's naval. He stood his lips claiming hers in another searing kiss. The Count could sense her fear and caught the first faint hint of her musky arousal.

The soft rasping sound of her skirt's zipper echoed in the stillness of the dudgeon. The moist cool air caressed her feverous skin as her skirt fluttered down the long columns of her sculptured legs to pool around her dainty ankles. Yuri's maddening sensually seductive kisses again trailed down across her supple young body, across her heaving breast, her quivering belly until his hot moist breath bathed her panty clad pussy. Each whimper of fear that escaped her full ripe lips thrilled him, each little sigh of pleasure so seductive. He pressed a kiss to Morrigan's sweet neither lips through the thin lacy material. She was helpless to defend herself she, caught in the raw power of this man who took what he desired and Morrigan knew that he desired her.

The young American coed felt his finger hook into the waist band of her panties, ease the gossamer scrape of lace over the swell of her hips, down over the sensual curve of her firm derrière the girl's soft downy fleece kissed by the cool breeze of his dungeon. Yuri's maddening tempting kisses intimately kissed her now naked pussy, his tongue snaking out to taste her sweet dewy nectar, the tip flicking to tease Morrigan's throbbing clit.

Like a frightened dove she whispered, "Yuri, let me down...please."