Placer:

Wallachia, Dracùl Castle in Brașov, 1458.

Elena:

I disinterestedly gaze at the bee buzzing before me. It goes from one rose to another without worries, without guilt, so men do. They go from one woman to the next with a frightening happiness and tranquility.

I enjoy these moments of tranquility with scarcity lately.

Two years ago we moved to this castle , King Corvinus demands to have Vlad close by and our house in Edirne, although richly furnished, was too small and insufficient for my Lord's second wife.

Justina is... beautiful, blonde as the sun and her eyes are blue as the sky. She is skilled in the art of embroidery and her fabrics are widely admired throughout the kingdom, Madam Anne mounts them in huge canvases and places them as ornaments on the walls of the castle. My mother-in-law idolizes her.

In front of Vlad, Justina behaves like a saint. She is all smiles and looks of love towards him, but when we are alone she shows her true face, the face of a harpy. She doesn't miss an opportunity to offend me, denigrate me and making me feel useless and miserable.

Vlad has been away from home for weeks. He faces the Ottoman Sultan Mehmed II, who has mounted an offensive on the border and launched a campaign against Wallachia to replace Vlad with his own brother, the young Radu.
I imagine that the intrigue and betrayal of his own blood has taken its toll on my husband, it is impossible for me to know his feelings about it because he doesn’t send me letters, his letters are addressed only to his mother and Justina, my chin trembles. Tears fill my eyes and a lump forms in my throat.

My sinful acts condemned me to this terrible life, I agonize every day and every day I die. Sometimes I wish I had never met him. If he had never cast his green gaze on me, if he had never stolen my kisses, if I had stood firm in my convictions and stayed away from him...perhaps now I would not live surrounded by riches, but I would not face this continuous ordeal . Perhaps now I would be the wife of a sheepherder, a servant or a farmer...and perhaps she would be much happier.

I am sitting on the green grass, the only place that gives me peace in the whole castle is this garden, around me there are rosebushes of all colors imaginable. The sun makes the morning dew sparkle like tiny diamonds on the closed petals of the roses. I am wearing a blue dress, of a light fabric, with many flights and long sleeves.

A pair of trews come into my field of vision, they are black, my gaze goes up them, raising my face very slowly admiring the pair of strong legs, the manly waist, the wide chest covered by a white shirt until my gaze collides with my husband’s smiling face.

My heart contracts painfully.
He kneels beside me, taking my face in his hands and kissesing me as if it were the end of the world, I return his kiss without hesitation. I suffer because of him, but I love him desperately.

—I'm back home, little dove. Did you miss me?-he purrs in my ear.

—I missed you more than the air I breathe, my lord.- I whisper against his lips.

He growls pleased at my answer.

—I had planned to wait for tonight to take you in my arms but it is impossible for me, I want you too much, my red lark.- he mumbles and begins to undress me.

His movements are frantic, desperate while biting my lips, kissing my eyes, smiling and sighing .He gets impatient and rips my dress, the ties and ruffles of fabric fly in all directions and the undone fabric falls from my body.

—The next time I come back and I don't find you naked in my bed, I'll whip you.- he threatens.

He doesn't even bother to strip completely . He pulls his pants down enough to free his member and takes me, deeply.

—By the nails of Christ! - He roars against my ear. Then he sobs as he moves inside of me. - You can't imagine how much I've wanted you, all this time away from you has been hell, little dove.
I spread my legs and offer him my breasts. I surrender to his fire and his thrusts, enjoying his pleasure and shamelessly moaning mine.
My husband doesn't write me letters when he's away and I know he doesn't love me, but he gives me his passion when he comes back. His caresses and possessive kisses make me forget the thousand deaths I suffer every day when he's not here.
I don't have his heart, but I do have his pleasure...and I'll have to settle for that.


Hotel Dracùl Haus, Romania, 2025.

Eleni:

One of the twins rams his woman from behind. His movements are crude, rude, carnal. He grabs her hair in a fist and yanks it viciously. The girl moans. The other twin possesses her from the front, he is tender and delicate, he kisses her on the lips, on her face, rains kisses on his partner's closed eyelids and speaks to her in what I imagine must be Russian, whispering words that sound loving, tender .

My sex burns, I’m so turned on that my secretions wet my underwear. My breasts are hard and my nipples rub painfully against the fabric of my bra. I swallow hard. I know what I'm doing is wrong, but I just can't take my eyes off the lovers on the couch. The air behind me vibrates for a second. A hot, muscular body appears against my back.

I get goosebumps. Vlad brushes his lips against my neck and whispers in my ear.

—You not only get turned on by elevators, Miss Amíntoros. You also have voyeurist’s* heart.

I bite the inside of my cheek, not answering him. I don't even look at him.

Vlad licks my earlobe and I close my eyes. Horror of horrors! Theos,my breathing intensifies and I close my eyes.

—Do you want to come?-he asks. - Would you like to reach orgasm while watching them?

My whole body shivers. I'm already coming just from watching a threesome and having my boss whisper in my ear!

— Answer me.- he demands.

Oh, this is... this is... too much.
Vlad pins me between the column behind which I hide with his body.

—I'm not going to f*ck you, Miss Amíntoros...- Vlad whispers.-...I'm not going to put my c*ck in you, but I could make you cum quickly with my fingers. Nod once and I'll get started.

Christos! I should go, I should run, but... I stare at the trio on the couch. Their moans and sobs are rushed, they don't have much left, they're about to come. My brain short-circuits.

I look at Mr. Tepes over my shoulder and agree.

Without wasting time, he raises the hem of my skirt until my butt is exposed. He slips one of his knees between my legs and spreads my thighs apart. I brace my hands against my spine and breathe loudly through my slightly open mouth.

—Shh. Keep quiet. If they find out we're here, the party will be over.

I bite the inside of my cheek. I spread my legs even further and tilt my buttocks up. Vlad slips two of his fingers between my thighs, pulls my soggy panties away from my sex, and penetrates me.

On the sofa Jimena begins to sob loudly. The twin at her back spanks the girl's buttocks gently, increasing the level of roughness little by little until he ends up giving her hard spankings that must be quite painful. The girl throws her neck back.

Vlad wiggles his long fingers inside me, tracing circles with them andtwisting them caressing my G-spot. I swallow hard and move my hips against his hand, fixing my eyes on the trio on the couch. Vlad speeds up his movements and the twin in front takes Jimena's hard pink nipple into his mouth. I separate one of my hands from the column and introduce it under my blouse, under my bra, finding my own nipple and caressing it between my thumb and forefinger.

Jimena sobs, saying I don't know what’s in Spanish and moans, over and over and over again. The twin in front of her follows his brother's movements and rams her harder as well. I close my eyes. My toes stiffen, my thighs tense. Vlad caresses one of my buttocks with his , taking advantage of the deafening moans of Jimena's orgasm to spank me.
I explode. Oh yeah. Oh sht! I come all over, my belly contracts and my internal muscles imprison Vlad's fingers inside me. My juices bathe his fingers, I move my hips a few more times enjoying the last waves of the bestial orgasm I just had.
I breathe raggedly through my teeth, opening my eyes slowly, seing the twins give their woman a few last thrusts and growl as they come.*

Vlad removes his fingers from inside me, adjusts my skirt, takes my hand and pulls me out of the dark lounge.

When we're already in the hallway, he slams me against the wall and looks me in the eye.

— What we just did gives me hope, Miss Amíntoros.-he purrs seductively, biting his lower lip.- seeing that you are curious about the darkest forms of pleasure, I proposition to make you...
I swallow hard.
—I'm looking for a new submissive. Are you interested?

*Voyeurists: People who get sexual arousal while watching someone unsuspecting, who is undressing, who is naked or in the middle of sexual activity.