transylvania nights, A halloween Story. M/f, Futa/m, M/Trap, Futa/trap.

Story by Beerkeg

Here is my first chapter for the Halloween story contest.

Yes, it's easy I know, but I'm going to use the Brides of Dracula. ;)

Chapter one: A Confession.

As I write these words, I can only pray that my beloved Mina will never come to learn of these memories. I only put them down now because they haunt me with lust, for whenever I lay with her, my desires still burns for the three wives of the cursed Count Dracula. Perhaps in writing this, I might somehow banish these demons that still haunt me.

It was during my second week of staying in that dreadful castle, that I finally felt brave enough to step outside the wing of my own dismal quarters. I chose a time to explore that seemed safe, after the Count informed me that he would be briefly gone for a spell of several days and that food and drink would be brought to my chambers. I moved deeper into the building cautiously, for the Count himself warned me to stay away from the darker, inner areas of his forbidding structure.

Through long hallways, covered in dust and spiderweb, I walked. Eventually I came upon a well carpeted library. It seemed very well maintained, with lit oil lamps casting wavering shadows all across the rows of books. I glanced at the titles and was shocked! This library seemed to carry nothing but licentious and perverted novels. The Handmaid and the Horse, The Chaining of Madam Serenity, Justine, these were only a handful of the filthy titles I came across.

Being in a particular mood that night, I must admit my curiosity was somewhat aroused. I grabbed a large book from the shelves, titled Erotic Illustrations of Hidden Perversities. I set it upon one of the long tables and with my oil lamp at my side, I began to examine the contents.

It was filled with beautifully crafted illustrations of various sexual situations. No details were left out for the readers imagination, I saw in that book, things that I had never considered; parings of men with men, women with beasts, women with women, and even darker things, that I do not feel like mentioning.

I'm afraid to admit that I became more than just disturbed by these images. It felt as if a fire had been lit in my loins, Such was the lust that I felt, as I turned the pages. My hand crept down and after I made sure that I was alone, I took myself in hand for my own pleasure. Perhaps it was just the stress of being alone and in a strange place that led me astray so, but I will not deny that I was curious to read more.

Before I had a chance though, I felt a presence in the Library with me. I turned and saw her, a ghostly figure standing next to me, watching as my hand stroked my length. Her voluptuous body was transparent, like a thick mist, and she wore the clothing of a noblewoman. She looked to be young, perhaps seventeen or eighteen, with shining silver hair. In surprise I stopped and stared, my member standing rigid out of my pants. She smiled at me and kneeled before my chair, placing her hands down upon my crotch.

I gasped, feeling her soft ghostly flesh touch my skin. Her hands were warm and yet not solid, and she began to massage my cock with her foggy grip. I simply stared, unsure what to do, but undeniably aroused by the sensations she was bringing me. She grinned and looked up at me, one hand undoing the top of her white dress, allowing pale ghostly breasts to spill out for my view. Each one was topped with a misty pink nipple, standing at attention.

Softly I moaned with pleasure, for even my love Mina had not given me her touch yet, being a chaste and virtuous woman.

She spoke, a voice like a whisper between secret lovers.

“What a lovely rod you wield, young master, it would be my pleasure to serve thee. I haven't tasted a young man for a very long time.”

She bent forward and I gasped as her warm lips kissed the crown of my erect staff. Her ghostly tongue slowly traced a circle round the head of my dick then teased at the little slit there. One of her hands was now deep in my pants, cradling my bollocks with her soft phantom fingers. Her other hand slowly rubbed my chest as she now licked and sucked upon my cock with lusty enthusiasm. I leaned back, thrusting up with my hips, my own hands tight upon the arms of my chair as I fucked into her mouth.

My dick was engulfed and gripped in her hot fog, just enough sensation of pressure that my cock grew ever harder and engorged, drops of glisten liquid rose from my cock as she sucked.

“My God lady, what you are you doing to me?” I cried out, knowing full well the answer; she wanted my seed.

She had me to the hilt, I could see my cock sticking all the way inside her ghostly head, as if I were fucking her very brains with my violent thrusts. Still she moaned with what sounded like pleasure so I didn't stop. So deeply was she upon me now, that I could feel her tongue lick at my balls. Now both of her ghostly hands roamed across my chest through my shirt, t

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