Kapitel 181: Dracula's New Bride (Van Helsing 2004)
A/N: Dracula's New Bride was a commissioned one-shot originally written back in April of 2020. Posting it here for people to enjoy!
Themes: Mind Break, Breeding, NTR
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As she's escorted from the ballroom by Count Dracula himself, Anna Valerious is very much aware that things have just gone from bad to worst. The events of the ball playback in her head over and over again, from her and Count Dracula's terrifying conversation, to Van Helsing's daring rescue attempt being… utterly thwarted. For the time being at least, the Princess was very aware of just how alone she was.
She still had hope, of course. Van Helsing would try again, hopefully soon. But for now, he'd been sent running from the Castle with his tail tucked betwixt his legs (Dracula's words, not hers) and now she was trapped, all alone in the vampire count's clutches. What was going to happen next, Anna wished she didn't know. But in truth, she had a fairly good idea, Dracula's words from earlier that evening ringing through her head even as he leads her along, her body still not her own to control, still enthralled under his power.
"I am looking for a new bride, Anna. And you are so beautiful… so strong."
He was going to turn her, if given the time to do so. She couldn't let that happen, but she didn't know how to fight back. Even now, not even her fingers responded to her mental commands. She was wholly and utterly trapped within the Count's power… and on top of it all, having to suppress just how much she liked it. She DIDN'T like it of course… but then, tell that to her body, which had been reacting to Count Dracula's words and actions in a positive manner all night long.
Even now, his seductive power felt like it was seeping into her mind. Perhaps that was how it went. Perhaps he started with puppeting the body, only to close his claws and fangs around the very soul itself. Needless to say, such morbid thoughts filled the Princess with nothing but dread. Especially since it now seemed they'd reached their ultimate destination.
"Ah, here we are at last."
Dracula pushes open the heavy double doors to his bedroom like they're nothing, and pulls Anna inside, the human woman forced to follow against her will. All of this is against her will… but then why does some small part of her enjoy it? Why is there this growing voice in the back of her head telling her that it's okay to submit, that she's in the presence of THE Apex Predator, and she belongs to him now? It had to be Dracula's influence, and Anna resolves to fight it, any way that she can.
Now that they're safely ensconced in his quarters, Dracula turns to regard her with a wicked grin on his entirely too handsome face. He lets go of her at this point, and steps back, eyes raking up and down her body as he seems to admire her. The dress she's in, the crown atop her head, the white gloves she has on… all of it is Dracula's, of course. Anna was much more comfortable in riding leathers these days, and with a weapon in hand as well. She wasn't a very good Princess, she supposed.
"Show me… show me everything you have to offer, Anna Valerious."
Anna shudders. Even if he's being fairly vague, it's obvious right from the beginning that her body knows what he wants. Or perhaps he's just verbalizing the command for dramatic effect, while continuing to manipulate the strings he's puppeting her with out of sight. Regardless, she considers it a small victory when she starts off slow with the gloves… only to flush when he grins at her, seeming to almost enjoy her carefully pulling off each of the arm-length white gloves he's put on her and setting them aside.
Then, much to her embarrassment and displeasure, she reaches up behind herself and pulls down the zipper on her dress ever so slowly. Bit by bit, the dress comes off. After the dress, her undergarments are the next to be removed, and try as she might, Anna can't help but strip down to nothing but her birthday suit. It's humiliating, it's embarrassing, it's degrading, but soon enough she's fully naked in front of Count Dracula, standing there and even showing off a little to him, her body seeming to instinctively want to strike a pose that accentuates her delectable breasts and her curvy hips and her tight, firm derriere.
Meanwhile, Anna does all she can during this time… and all she can do, really, is glare at the Count ineffectually, her eyes drilling daggers into his skull as he grins wickedly, enjoying the way she's exposing herself to him.
"Perfect. You are simply gorgeous my dear… you'll make the perfect bride."
A shudder of fresh horror and revulsion runs through Anna at those words, while at the same time she feels some small amount of self-loathing, because that growing part of her actually likes the idea, wants to be dominated, controlled, and finally turned by this handsome hunk of a ma-monster! He's a monster, and she has to remember that. Just as she has to have hope that Van Helsing will still come for her, eventually.
However, she's beginning to suspect that it won't be tonight, or any night soon, even as Dracula lifts a hand and curls back a single finger, beckoning forward with a wicked smile on her face. Anna crosses the distance between them wholly against her will, her body betraying her as it saunters up, swaying its hips rather seductively. She can glare though, and glare she does, even as the Count turns the beckoning finger into a point down at the ground, at his feet.
Anna sinks to her knees in front of him, and Count Dracula hums, admiring her for a moment as she kneels there, her hands resting palm down atop her legs.
"Beautiful… I like this look on you. Defiant, yet submissive. Don't worry my dear… you'll know your place soon enough. For now, take out my cock and give me the best damn blowjob you ever have."
Anna's nose wrinkles in distaste, but her hands are already moving to unbutton his trousers, to pull his cock out of its confines. And pull it out she does, the sizable length throbbing and pulsing in her hands as he grows harder and thicker by the moment. She doesn't want to do this, she doesn't… but she's been given an order, and one that doesn't even allow her to try and be petty. If she could, she'd bite his cock right off… but even that's been taken from her.
Opening those beautiful lips of hers nice and wide, Anna takes Dracula's member into her mouth, beginning to suck him down inch by inch. It is without a doubt, the first time that the Princess has ever performed fellatio on anyone. She's a proud, strong, independent woman after all. This entire debacle is utterly humiliating for her, possibly the most embarrassing experience she's had in her entire life.
But then… why is she enjoying it so much? She's not, of course, not truly… but even as Anna bobs up and down on Count Dracula's schlong, even as she slurps and sucks at his member and performs the best blowjob of her life… her lower lips are growing moist. She's getting wetter by the moment, her thighs rubbing together unconsciously as she hits the back of her throat with her insistence on taking more of Dracula past her lips… only to keep going.
"Hulghk… Hulghk… Hulghk…"
She chokes and gags and gurgles on Dracula's member as she's forced to deep-throat his length due to his orders. The best damn blowjob ever apparently required that she reach the base of his cock, or at least that's what her beautiful pouty lips seemed to be questing towards, even as she smears a fair bit of ruby red lipstick along Dracula's pale shaft… all while glaring up at him the entire while. It's all she can do at this point, it feels like.
And yet, something of her rising arousal must show in her eyes as well, because after a while of her choking on his cock and slurping at his member with all of her might, he grins at her.
"You'd like to touch yourself, wouldn't you? Go ahead my future bride… go to town…"
Anna's eyes widen as one of her hands immediately descends betwixt her thighs like it's magnetically attracted to her cunt lips and has finally been released from whatever was holding it back. Her fingers eagerly go to work on her pussy, and given she's a woman grown, this is something she has far more experience in. She's never performed fellatio before, but she's certainly masturbated before. Her reluctant moans are soon reverberating up the length of Dracula's cock, causing the vampire count to groan in appreciation, tossing his head back even as his hands finally come down and lace through her hair.
Still, even as he holds onto her, he does not interrupt… he doesn't need to. She's face-fucking herself on his cock at this point, gagging on his member but nevertheless choking it down for his pleasure. On top of that, she's touching herself, getting wetter and wetter down between her legs, moaning and mewling and whimpering around the meaty member lodged in her throat all the while.
Tears prick at the corners of Anna's eyes. This shameful, humiliating experience… it can only get worse from here, can't it? Dracula proves as much when he abruptly, without warning, pulls out of her throat, yanking her off of his cock and finally using his grip on her brunette locks to do something… namely, dragging her off her knees and tossing her onto his bed.
Landing on her back on the unaccountably soft bedding, Anna gasps and moans and mewls, unable to stop touching herself even now. In fact, now that she's not having to split her concentration between masturbating and face fucking herself on Count Dracula's sizable member, she goes ahead and begins to molest her breasts with her free hand, fingering her cunt with the other all the while, putting on quite the show against her will for Dracula, who grins greedily, looming over the bed.
He watches her for a long moment, his cock twitching and throbbing and pulsing. Had he been about to cum, and that was why he abruptly pulled back? Did he want to make sure his seed went… went into her womb? Anna's breath hitches in fresh horror at that, but the horror is tainted with budding arousal, that part of her that wants this growing even further, even as she tries to fight it off as best as she can.
She can't fight both it and her body's response to her masturbation however, and moments later Anna is climaxing shamefully right there on Dracula's bed, as the Count himself watches on with a satisfied look on his face. She orgasms for him, her fingers causing her to squeal and squirt a bit in a most humiliating manner… and then he pounces.
He's on top of her, kissing her, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth and all Anna can do is try to twist and turn her head. But even that is not allowed of her, when he grabs her by the chin with one of his hands, his powerful fingers squeezing her cheeks and forcing her head to stay in one place as he passionately makes out with her. She has no control here, so really, it's not surprise when her legs spread open seemingly all on their lonesome, allowing him entry.
It still hurts, when he finally slams home into her cunt. She is after all, a virgin. The Princess cries out, her purity taken from her by this vicious monster rather than the man she wanted to give it to, Van Helsing. Where is he, a traitorous part of her wonders. Where is her hero? Why didn't he save her? Perhaps… perhaps she truly is doomed.
Tears do stream down Anna's cheeks then, even as Dracula proceeds to fuck the absolute shit out of her, taking her on her back in a mating press, forcing her to wrap her arms and legs around him in a truly perverse, debauched way. They kiss the entire time, his tongue wrestling hers into submission no matter how hard she tries to force him out of her mouth with it.
There's nothing she can do. She tries to fight it, but the more he fucks her, the more she finds herself enjoying it. Her cunt walls clench and squeeze down around the vampire's member, and she finds herself wondering if all men are as big as him, if Van Helsing would be as big as him. Or would the hunter prove to be subpar? Was Dracula ruining all other men for her, while also ruining her for mortal men?
Anna can only whimper into Dracula's mouth as he kisses her. She's half-expecting him to drink from her, but he refrains for the time being, instead making the entire encounter one of a man dominating a woman, and the woman reluctantly enjoying every last bit of it. When Dracula finally cums inside of her, Anna's eyes go wide and then roll all the way back in her skull as she experiences, hands down, the biggest orgasm of her life. It wracks her entire body, causing her to seize up and spasm beneath the Count, even as he groans quite happily and fills her to the brim with his seed, much to his obvious satisfaction.
When they're both done, when they've both come down from their respective peaks, Dracula grins at her, brushing some of the sweat-soaked hair out of Anna's beautiful face as he gazes down into her eyes. Her eyes, which are no longer glaring at him, tired and hazy as her gaze is.
"I hope you're ready for Round Two, my dear. Because that was just the beginning."
Anna's heart drops… but also sings with anticipation. She can only hope that Van Helsing comes for her again soon… because she's not sure how much longer she'll last.
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"Report."
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, of a cock going into a cunt, of a man fucking a woman, fills the room, even as Aleera, currently the last of Dracula's brides, bows low and submissively before her Lord and Master.
"Van Helsing is contained for now, dear husband. He attempts to fight through the castle… but he is lost, currently, in the maze on the fourth floor. I and the others are making sure to stymy him at every turn, of course."
Count Dracula grins wickedly at that, even as he tugs on Anna's hair, pulling her head back while thrusting forward with all his might, provoking quite the anguished but also pleasured cry from her. Her entire body, so very delicate and mortal, trembles and spasms under his supernatural onslaught. Aleera watches this unabashedly, flushed with arousal of her own, the Bride of Dracula squirming a bit as she stands there awaiting his reply.
She probably would have liked it if he'd let her join in. After all, Anna was at least partially the cause of her sister-brides' deaths. While it was Van Helsing who dealt the final blow both times, it was Princess Anna Valerious who had assisted him at every turn. But Dracula wasn't looking for an additional bedmate at the moment. He was having quite a lot of fun with just the one, thank you very much.
Rearing back a hand and delivering a delightfully loud SMACK to Anna's raised derriere, Dracula croons as the mortal woman cries out in both ecstasy and agony alike, as if she's unable to decide whether she's enjoying it or whether she hates it with every fiber of her being.
"Very good, my bride. Very good indeed. Keep the vampire hunter at bay a while longer. Expel him from the Castle entirely if you can. Try not to die like your sisters though. I would so hate to lose you."
He throws Aleera this bone because it's at least partially true. Her death would indeed be disappointing, especially when she's proven the most capable of the last batch of his brides. After all, where Marishka and Verona had gotten themselves killed at Van Helsing's hands, Aleera had not only survived, she'd managed to capture Anna Valerious in the first place. She'd brought Anna to him, for Dracula to have his way with, as he was now.
Bowing low to the ground, Aleera exits the bedroom, knowing a dismissal when she hears one. Chuckling at her departure, Dracula turns the full brunt of his focus back to the matter at hand… fucking Anna through yet another explosive orgasm, pounding into her from behind as he takes her upon the bed like a dog would take his bitch, fucking her from behind most vigorously.
"Hear that, my dear? Your would-be paramour is coming for you… but will never arrive. He's not strong enough. Perhaps you were the lynchpin, hm? Perhaps you were always the strength behind the man, so to speak. Without you, he's scrambling, suffering defeat after defeat… his window to save you is rapidly diminishing my beloved."
Anna shudders as Dracula's words wash over her, the vampire's will continuing to slowly but steadily dominate her own, even as he dominates her physically, as he's been doing since the very beginning of all of this. She grits her teeth and even clutches at the bedding beneath her as he continues to drive his cock into her depths, slamming up against the entrance to her womb with every thrust. He could have probably broken through her cervix by this point, he's more than big enough to reach past it… but he has yet to batter it down, instead preferring to mentally batter her down, bit by bit, day by day.
Its been days since the ball now. Its good and right that Van Helsing is making another attempt at rescuing her, but Anna wonders what took him so damn long. Though from what that bitch Aleera had said, it sounded like he was currently being toyed with, that he was being led around in circles. How was he ever going to save her, if he couldn't even save himself?
The treacherous thought is far from the first to flit through her mind these past few days, negativity towards Helsing for failing to save her in a timely manner. If only his ploy back in the ball had been enough, she would never have been defiled beyond Dracula taking control of her body for a short dance. If only… but that was in the past now, and instead Anna had spent the last several days being used and abused by the Count, even as he refused to go further, never biting her, certainly not turning her.
… What was he playing at, really? It was all Anna could bring herself to think about, even as he fucked her from behind, forcing orgasm after orgasm from her traitorous body. Her cunt walls clench around his ever-pistoning prick, her beautiful naked form covered in a layer of sweat that won't go away. He's bathed her a few times of course, but even when he bathes her and feeds her, he finds ways to make it sexual, make it clear that she's his now.
She's fighting as best she can, she's been fighting as best she can… but even as she continues to fight, Anna can feel herself sliding more and more under his influence. Is that what he's waiting for? Has he been waiting for her to mentally become his, before he turns her into another of his vampire brides? Is that how the process works?
She just has to keep fighting, then. Even though that voice, that part of her that had started out so small is now on equal footing with the rest of her, Anna has to keep fighting. She can't let him take any more of her mind away from her, she can't, she has to resist, she has to…
Another cry slips from her pouty lips as Anna climaxes yet again from Dracula's cock, another little piece of her giving way under his continuous, relentless onslaught. He's barely let her rest at all these past few days, and the sleep deprivation hasn't helped, it hasn't made it any easier for the all too mortal woman to keep fighting. She's delirious from both lack of sleep and an overabundance of pleasure. It's all just too much for her… but Dracula has been saving the best for last.
Contrary to Anna's belief, it's not that he's been waiting for her to fall into his thrall completely before he turns her. He could have turned her at any time and fully enthralled her moments later. His vampiric creations were actually easier to enthrall and seduce with his power then humans were. It was why his brides always listened and always obeyed, despite his callous disregard for the majority of them.
No, Dracula hasn't bitten and turned Anna yet because he's been waiting for something… something that his enhanced vampiric senses inform him has finally arrived. Even as he continues to fuck the gorgeous Princess doggystyle, Dracula uses his grip on her delicious brunette locks to yank Anna's head back, leaning forward at the same time to whisper in her ear.
"Finally… you're finally entering a period of fertility, my sweet. I knew it would only be a matter of time."
He delights in the way she freezes up at that statement, knowing that she's suddenly quite hyper-aware of his throbbing, pulsing member buried deep inside of her helpless mortal quim. Chuckling darkly, Dracula continues on, his casual tone belying his words.
"I'm going to breed you now, Anna. I'm going to impregnate you first, and then once I'm sure that you're carrying my child, I'm going to turn you. We'll see if that helps the baby survive better than my other progeny have done."
It takes a long moment for the young woman to process Dracula's words. When she finally does, her reaction is utterly shameful and truly horrifying… she cums explosively, climaxing to Dracula's promise like it's a good thing, rather than the most horrible thing she's ever been told. Anna's eyes roll back in her head, and her tongue lolls out of her mouth as the gorgeous Princess adopts a fucked silly expression, her body bucking and shaking and spasming beneath him.
Dracula groans as her explosive climax ultimately takes him with her, his seed milked out of his cock by her clenching, tightening walls. He laughs uproariously at the way things have turned out, even as his cum fills her womb, even as he fills her to the brim. When he's done, when they're both done, Dracula coos and runs a hand along Anna's abdomen, right above the womb.
"I can sense it already… you're mine now, love. My seed is penetrating your eggs as we speak."
It's in that moment that Anna well and truly breaks, unable to continue comprehending what's been done to her while remaining sane. Dracula smiles as he feels her fall wholly under his control, her soul belonging to him now. So, he goes right ahead and devours it as he leans in and finally bites into that supple, exposed neck. Drinking her blood and turning her into a vampire, he knows full well that the fun is over… but that doesn't mean a different fun isn't just beginning.
By the time he's finished, Anna is yet another one of his brides, totally enthralled and utterly addicted to the pleasure she knows Dracula can give her. As he pulls out of her, Anna moves, entirely of her own will, spinning about and taking her beloved master and husband into her mouth, sucking his cock and cleaning it of their combined juices, even as she looks up at him not with the glare she'd started with, but with adoration and devotion in her eyes.
Princess Anna Valerious is well and truly broken now, turned into a vampire bride of Count Dracula himself and impregnated with his seed. There was no going back now… not that the man who wanted nothing more than to save her knew that…
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He'd been defeated time and time again but remained undeterred. Months had passed, but he WOULD save Anna, no matter the cost. Finally, after several failures, after being rebuffed from the castle multiple times… finally, Van Helsing makes it to Dracula's throne room. Or at least, what he thought was Dracula's throne room, given that it was the most protected room in the entire castle and his journey had ultimately led him to it.
However, what he finds is not a throne room. There is no throne with Count Dracula sitting upon it waiting for him, ready to gloat while Princess Anna resides nearby, perhaps restrained and tied up and maybe even under the Count's mind control but otherwise unharmed. No, Van Helsing is far too late for all of that… and his happy ending has been torn asunder by this point.
What Helsing finds as he throws open the large double doors is a bedroom, and the sight within leaves him horrified. Despite it only having been a few months, Anna has already given birth to three children for Dracula, their sacs suspended from the ceiling, scattered around the room. Van Helsing's worst fear, the fear he'd not even allowed himself to think about lest he fall into despair, has come to pass. Anna has been transformed into Dracula's bride, wearing the same type of revealing clothes as Marishka and Verona, the two brides of Dracula that Van Helsing had managed to slay, had worn.
She's still gorgeous as ever, of course, but is currently being railed by Van Helsing's greatest enemy, somewhat ruining the moment. Princess Anna Valerious currently rides Count Dracula cowgirl, bouncing up and down on his cock, riding him quite vigorously. Her voluptuous body is on full display, her tits having grown considerably while still maintaining their gorgeous perkiness.
Meanwhile, the bump in her belly shows that she's already started in on her fourth pregnancy, something that Dracula is clearly quite pleased with, as he reaches up and starts suckling milk from her tits. As Dracula drinks deeply, from his newest bride, his one visible eye darts past Anna's half-naked form and makes eye contact with the man who has just intruded upon his bed chambers.
For the first time in a long time, Van Helsing feels a deep, primal fear as he makes eye contact with Dracula. He can tell immediately that this isn't a fight he can hope to win, that something about taking and claiming Anna has made Dracula much more powerful than he ever was before. He's too strong and Van Helsing… Van Helsing is too weak. Devastated, the vampire hunter backs out of the room and leaves them be, hoping to never lay eyes upon Anna ever again, his failure totally and utterly complete.
Of course, even as Van Helsing departs, Anna looks down at her lord husband and beloved Master and gives him a wicked, fang-filled grin.
"Is the idiot gone now, my beloved?"
Dracula pulls away from her delectable milk-laden tits long enough to chuckle up at her, his hands roaming over her body, even as he allows her to do most of the work, her vigorous riding of his cock showing just how… enthusiastic and energetic she's become as his vampiric bride.
"Indeed. He will never trouble us again."
And it was true. As it so happened, taking and claiming Anna had made Dracula stronger. He still wasn't quite sure what it was about this newest bride that seemed to resonate with his powers but drinking her milk on the regular had nevertheless made him more powerful by orders of magnitude. There was no doubt about it, Anna was his finest bride to date.
Regardless, the strength that her breastmilk had provided him with had just been put to the test… and passed with flying colors. While Dracula was not so foolish as to try to completely enthrall the vampire hunter Van Helsing… he had instilled the man with enough fear and enough heartache and despair that Van Helsing had fled entirely, driven from the castle not by Dracula's servants, nor by the castle's strangeness itself… but by his own insecurities and failures.
Van Helsing would not return, of that much Dracula was certain. He and his newest bride would not be disturbed again by the likes of that man. Upon hearing so from her Master, Anna lets out a squeal of excitement and cradles his face in her hands, leaning in to kiss him most passionately. Dracula responds by kissing her right back, even as he grips her delicious bubble butt most aggressively, enjoying her body to it's fullest, even as she rides him towards kingdom cum.
Neither of them can wait for what the future holds. With Anna as his latest bride, and Aleera still alive and kicking for the time being, Dracula has decided to hold off on looking for a third to round out the trio, even if three Brides of Dracula was what he usually preferred. Anna alone had proven enough of a woman so far that he could make use of her and not grow bored or weary for some time to come. He was going to use her up, as he had all of his brides, but how long that would take, Dracula could not say. Decades? Centuries? Princess Anna Valerious was certainly one of a kind, unlike any he'd had before her.
One thing was for certain though, and it was something that was going through Anna's mind at that moment. Her children would be better than any children his brides had given him before now, enhanced and more powerful than the babes he'd had before he acquired her. Anna simply can't wait to give birth to an entire brood of new vampires that will go on to rule over the mortal world… and Dracula is looking forward to his army, looking forward to it very much.
The two vampires delight in one another, enjoying each other's bodies immensely, Dracula's victory once and for all secured.
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