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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

sight John grabbed her by the hand. She looked startled. "We have to have camp ready by the time they get back." "There will be plenty of time for that," John said. "Meanwhile, this is our chance to get some real exploring done without Old Maid David getting after us. They're going up, so let's go down. A place like this must have a dungeon, right?" "If we're hurt or trapped they'll have no idea where to find us..." Gwen said, but she was already following him. John produced an electric torch like David's and shone it into an arched passage nearby. Hundreds of years of decay and disuse greeted them. "We might be the first people to set foot here in over 600 years," he said. "And maybe the last, judging from how people in the village treat it." "Unless the stories about vampires are true..." Gwen said. John grinned at her. "Imagine meeting a real-life vampire. That would be quite an interview for David's book, yeah?" He led, the light bobbing this way and that with every step. The roof was low and the crumbling castle walls allowed all manner of icy drafts that felt like cold fingers on Gwen's arms and neck. She walked a little closer to John and caught the scent of his cologne--three weeks in the field and he still put a dash on every day. She hoped he didn't feel her hand tremble in his. She looked back at the dwindling point of light that was the tunnel entrance. The drip, drip, drip of running water came from somewhere nearby. "As long as we're alone, tell me: What do ... you really think of David's work?" "I think it's very important," Gwen said automatically. "The book's going to be a big step forward for historical research in the region. And of course Helen's sketches are part of that too." "I think it's all a bunch of baloney, and I think secretly you agree." Gwen felt like slapping him, though she didn't. "How can you say that about your own brother? To say nothing of your fiancée!" "The fact that he's my brother and she's my fiancée is exactly why I can say it. They're doing all this work of traipsing around ruined castles and not even bothering to write about any of the good stuff. That Dracula story is the sort of thing people want, not David's muck about family lines and ancient treaties." He had stopped walking and was paying very particular attention to one wall. "They're going to do all this work and nobody's going to care, and that's going to break both of their hearts. Could you stand to see that? Aha!" This last he said in response to a slight noise when he pushed on a few stones, which turned out to be a slab covering a doorway. When new it must have been cunningly hidden, but age had given it telltale cracks around the frame. He handed the light to Gwen and then set his shoulder against it, pushing with all his might as it slid slowly but surely under the pressure, liberating a musty smell from the gap. The wall yawned for them and John shone the light in. "We have a responsibility to save both of them from themselves. On that ...