1. Dracula's Daughter


    Date: 11/3/2014, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Cheating, Coercion, Cruelty, Death, Domination/submission, Erotica, Fan fiction, Gothic, Group Sex, Horror, Mind Control, Monster, Murder, Reluctance, Romance, Stockholm Syndrome, Threesome, Author: BlackRonin, Rating: 90.6, Source: sexstories.com

    eased open. The entryway was dark and ill-smelling. Helen went in first, Gwen close behind. Without thinking, she grabbed Helen's hand, and Helen even squeezed hers back a little. As soon as they were inside, the door slammed shut behind them. It took a second for their eyes to adjust to the gloom. As soon as they did Gwen had to stifle a gasp. In the daylight John looked less unreal than he had the other night, but also more haggard. His eyes were bleary and tinged with red. If she didn't know better she'd say she was looking at an inveterate drunk, but the aura around him was not of drink but of something darker. He looked at them with something between indifference and contempt. "I am Baron Daronstein," he said. "I don't know either of you." Gwen fumbled for words. "We're...friends of friends of yours. I--" "John," Helen said, walking toward him. The sound of the name made Gwen jump. "We've come to take you home." John stirred. "I said I don't know you." "You've been asleep," Helen said, taking small, slow steps toward him. "You're very ill. We were on the trip to Transylvania. You remember the little inn near Borgo Pass?" John's eyes moved in his sunken sockets, looking at Helen, then Gwen, then the door. "Borgo Pass," he said, the words sounding thick. "The little inn...the castle..." Helen jumped in. "That's all in the past now. Gwen and I are going to take you home." John edged away. "I don't know you," he said. Helen reached for his hand and he edged away further. ...
    "You both need to leave." "John--" said Gwen. "Wait," said Helen. "Go," said John. "Now!" And then they all heard something else: The clicking sound of something with long nails loping its way across the floor. Gwen's heart skipped a beat when the big, shaggy head, with its long muzzle and cruel yellow eyes, peered around the corner. The wolf padded in, head low to the ground, hackles raised. When it looked at Gwen she was rooted to the spot. Helen did not seem to be able to move either. John looked from them to the wolf and back to them again, and then he screamed: "Go!" But it was too late. With a snarl the wolf charged and then leapt and then time seemed to slow down. Gwen saw the animal flying forward and she saw Helen falling back and she saw the two collide, the wolf's jaws snapping, and then there was blood. Gwen caught Helen's falling figure more on reflex than thought, and as soon as she had her arms full she realized her mistake, because there was no way she could run without dropping Helen, and the wolf was less than a foot away. Jaws slavering, it leapt again, and Gwen had just enough time to look away... There was a thrashing and a banging and the sound of a man crying out, and when Gwen looked up she saw, amazingly, that John had caught the wolf, and was wrestling with it. For a second the two vied, each trying to overpower the other, and then John threw the beast and it hit the wall hard, tumbling to the floor. It landed with a thud, a yelp, a whimper, and then ...
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