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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

note, let's see what we've found." Gwen peered in. "It might not be safe." "All the more reason it'll be interesting." John's light revealed a lurid spectacle of cobweb draped candelabrums and claw-footed tables and chairs and the skeleton of a chandelier that had shed all of its crystals in a still-glittering pile on the floor. He whistled. "Why would you keep a room like this all sealed up, do you think?" "No reason I want to think about. I don't feel safe in here." "Don't worry so much. It's perfectly--" Gwen screamed as the rotted legs of the chair she'd grabbed broke and sent her tumbling. John dropped the light (it flickered once, threatening to plunge them into hopeless darkness after rolling to a corner) and caught her, but his foot slipped and he stumbled as well. They wheeled across the room in a kind of clumsy dance before coming to a stop against a low table, panting and holding onto each other. John brushed Gwen's hair out of her face. "Are you all right?" "I think so." "How about we both acknowledge me being wrong without actually talking about it?" "Agreed." Gwen realized how close they were. She ought to be telling him to let her go now, but she wasn't. She could feel his panting breath on her mouth. She turned away but, to her surprise, he turned her back again. "John, Helen is my sister. She's your fiancée. I'm engaged to your brother..." "And where are both of them now? Why do you think they're always going off alone together like that?" "You don't really ... think that." "I don't know what I think. All I know is--" "You're leaning on a coffin." "That’s a strange way to put it, but okay.” "No, John, really, that table it a coffin!" John jumped. The cloth covering the oblong shape wafted up, revealing the black lid, the brass hinges, and, most curious of all, a pair of tarnished brass padlocks. It was a beautiful thing, black finish gleaming in the artificial light. John whistled. "Holy moly," he said. "Do you think anyone's in it? If we break this open and find some royal skeleton it'll give David's readers one hell of a surprise." "You wouldn't dare!" Gwen tried very hard not to think about how quickly he'd abandoned their talk of a moment ago and then admonished herself. After all, she'd wanted him to drop it. But the boyish way he'd turned from her to this new thing couldn't help but sting her pride. She was still chewing over this when both of them got the shock of their lives: Very clearly and very distinctly there came the sound of something knocking. Gwen gasped. The electric light flickered again. They exchanged wide-eyed looks. "It couldn't be," said Gwen. "Help me find something to open it with." "But it can't be a person in there, it just can't. Who would do such a thing?" "There’ll be time to ask that later." He brandished the heaviest candelabra he could lift and beat at the locks, but age had made them no less solid. The sound of infernal clattering filled the castle. Wiping the sweat from his brow he told her, "I ...