The Voyage of Galilea

As we were about to enter the palace, a young girl of maybe 12 years old, came running to us from a hiding place among the woods. The three of us were dressed in travel clothes. Our cloaks had hoods covering our heads and a great part of our faces.

The little girl was panting and she smiled widely when she saw me.

-“I know who you are…You are the beautiful Galilea….”

Then she turned to my husband.

-“And you must be the dashing Count Dracula…”

The Count uncovered his face.

-“I will not harm you nor I will tell anybody I saw you…I…I…wanted to thank Princess Galilea…”

Princess. I smiled. It was really sweet. Princess. Both Aleera and I approached the girl

Aleera touched the girl’s face gently.

-“Who are you, little one?”

-“My name is Sophia…I have heard so much about you too, Aleera. I am not afraid of vampires like others. My father passed away when I was a baby and my mother remarried an ogre…He was a monster…He abused my mind and my body for many years…I heard the found the body of my stepfather near a tavern on the border. They said he had lost a lot of blood…”

My husband and I looked at each other. I knew the rest of the story.

-“…They also said that the last person near him was the most beautiful woman in the whole wide world…They said she had chestnut hair and the poise of a queen. I said that even though I didn’t see her, I’d recognize her…Besides there is only one woman that looks like that…You, Galilea…”

I came down to the girl’s eye level and touched her face. A tear rolled down my face. I had done justice to this little person’s life. My existence had a purpose. She looked so fragile, and yet she was so determined. I could read her little mind and I could see pass her trauma. I remembered the man I had slain. I had read his mind too. His mind and his hands were stained with a child’s innocence. I had done justice.

Sophia approached my husband and she whispered.

-“My Lord…When I grow older I want to be your bride…”

My husband laughed openly. He took the girl’s hands and kissed them.

-“I am a very old man, my dear…Besides, these two gorgeous ladies would be very upset with me if I take another wife…”

We all laughed at the wit and charm of this girl.

I took one of my rings, a precious opal mounted on platinum.

-“Take this with you, Sophia, as a price for your incredible strength and for your kind words. They mean more to me than you’ll ever know….”

He kissed the precious stone once, twice…She bowed once again in front of my husband and ran into the woods. We watched her leave.

That was a moment written on stone, never forgotten.

As we entered the palace, a hoard of servant s greeted us. The inside was very dark and dusty. Lots of work needed to be done. It would be a while before we could celebrate our ball. Too much needed to be done.

-“I have not come here in many years…” my husband said melancholic.

I interrupted his train of thought with a long, humid and fiery kiss. I took him by surprised but soon enough I was wrapped up in his arms, and I got lost in a tidal wave of pleasure.

Aleera had walked ahead of us.

The Count stayed in the foyer supervising the work of the servants.

I found Aleera standing in the middle of the largest ballroom one could hope to imagine. Though it was dark, the majesty of it was still obvious. There were dozens of candelabra side to side. The ceiling was one incredible fresco, probably from the Renaissance. All around us we found a copious amount of golden statues…Those needed polishing.

The floor was made of wood and marble. There was a place of an orchestra. The balcony was filled with chairs and tables. I could sense the glory of some old era. My guess was that my husband hosted the best parties in Budapest. I imagined his handsome presence walking by the guests. I could smell the lust in the women’s heart as he looked at them, as he danced with them. For a moment I forgot he was my husband and I portrayed him as a legend. I idolized him.

However, my thoughts were interrupted by a dark cloud. Aleera’s thoughts.

-“Aleera, my dear….I forbid you to think of Anna Valerious again. You hear me?”

She walked across the room, absorbed in her own bitterness. But she heard me.

I caught up with her and I took her face in between my hands, softly, in a motherly way.

-“Aleera, whatever happened in this place, it’s gone…Listen, I can feel for you…I wouldn’t have felt comfortable at all watching my husband flirt with some pretty girl either…But that is no longer our concern. You have survived. Anna is dead. She is dead. She does not belong to our world. We do not belong to hers…It’s over, my dear…It’s over…Do not trouble him with these thoughts…Do not trouble me…Us…It’s over now…It’s over….”

I held her close to me and we kissed. Her lips were soft on mine. Her anguish gone. Her thoughts were calmed as was her tongue, gently stroking mine.

We left the ballroom as we saw over a dozen servants enter it. Much work to be done. Certainly. It would be worth to wait, no doubt.

As she had done over in Castle Dracula, Aleera supervised every detail in the redecoration of the castle. Soon our doors were open for the many messengers that would come with magnificent presents for us. The night of the ball would be filled with music and flowers. We brought incense from Asia. We had contracted musicians from Venice and a soprano from northern Spain.

We commissioned a very prestigious couture from Paris to design my dress and Aleera’s. We were very secretive about it with the Count. My dress was burgundy, it would have threads of gold and it would have a generous cleavage. Aleera’s dress was aqua and it would have a lovely train embroidered with pearls.

We worked together tirelessly.

The night before the big day, I went to meet with Aleera in the music hall which we had connected to the ballroom.

I tried not to think too loud, for I wanted to surprise her.

-“I have an idea for tomorrow evening, my dear….”

I had a mischievous grin on my face…Aleera entwined her arms around my shoulders and we whispered in each other’s ear.

-“Isn’t it tomorrow when we’ll celebrate my marriage…”

-“Yes….are you thinking what I am thinking…”

We giggled.

-“Every wedding has a wedding night, doesn’t it….”

I spoke inquisitively.

-“What if we join our husband after the ball…The three of us…It would be the first time, wouldn’t it?”

Aleera was beside herself!

Between whispers and kisses and a flow of imagination, we planned an unforgettable interlude for our husband.

Our bodies were tired but our minds worked non stop. We rested most of the day. There were servants working around the clock to prepare every detail. The caterers worked long hours. No detail was spared. Our soirée had to be unforgettable.

Aleera and I had separate dressing rooms, and so did the Count. My coiffeur accented my highlights on my hair and braided it very carefully. A gorgeous hair piece would compliment the look. My make up was carefully applied. My lips matched the color of my dress.

Two young women helped me into my dress. My train was long. My sleeves were cut medieval style and they were heavy. I remembered little Sophia saying I was a princess. That night I felt like one. My perfume was a blend of spices, very sensual and enticing. All night, Aleera and I would send messages to each other with our minds. We were heated up by the lusty details of our wedding night. The night promised to stay young forever.

Aleera came to meet with me. She looked stunning. Her eyes were sparkling. Her hair was dyed a little darker, but it suited her. She wore a very heavy necklace of turquoises and gold. Her bosom was ripe fruit and my hands could not help themselves.

The servants left the room and Aleera and I stood close to each other. Our minds went on different directions, yet both of us were thinking of our families. Aleera’s family, of course, had been dead for centuries. My family still was very much alive and further away. It was not just geographically. I belonged to a different dimension. I tried not to torment myself with sadness. I knew in my heart that my brother found the letter I had left for him. The one that I didn’t destroy. My body, of course, would never be found. I was alive and well and happier than any laws allowed.

If there was a God for a vampire, I prayed that my family would never mourn me and I prayed for their well being and peace of mind.

The orchestra was sounding brightly and we heard the murmurs and the chatting of our guests who had arrived promptly. It was time to make our entrance.

Aleera left the room first. As she walked down the stairs I could hear the clapping and the murmuring crowd. Many remembered her from the All Hollow’s Eve Masquerade.

I looked at myself one more time. It was my night. Our night.

I walked baby steps to the stair case and I looked down on the crowd. When they saw me, the room stood still. More murmuring and more clapping. Yet my eyes went about the ballroom until I found what I was looking for. Count Dracula. My husband. I would be looking at him for all eternity. Yet, I would never grow used to his stunning beauty. That night of all nights, the stars lent their beauty to him. He embodied the mystery of a black hole amidst a galaxy. He wore a long burgundy cape to match my outfit. His boots were polished and they shone. The whole room was lit with thousands of candles and all of them were shining in my husband’s eyes. He smiled a millenary smile…He smiled the smile of love. He walked towards me as I came down the stairs. Our hands met. He kissed my cheek with gentleness and respect.

Aleera soon joined us and the three of us greeted our guests. I was introduced to my husband’s glittery world. A few ladies looked at me with envy. I didn’t blame them. I laughed softly.

I surprised a few of our guests with my knowledge of the Romanian language.

We found a special table for us near the stage. It was intimate, a bit away from the crowd. My husband complimented his brides constantly. We tried hard not to think of what we hand planned for him afterwards.

The Count took turns with us to dance. I had so heard of his extraordinary ability on the dance floor. It was true. He had a commanding presence. He would swirl around the room and the whole world would stop to watch. He grasped my waist tightly and I let him command my thoughts and my body. He kissed me and I felt that I had somehow rescued my long lost soul. I fell in love him with all over again that evening, and I almost went mad with lust.

Time forgot about us that night. It kissed us goodnight.

One by one our guests retired. Our ball had been a success beyond words. I was now introduced to my husband’s world. Many parties would surely follow ours.

Aleera and I got ready for our aftermath.

The Count was startled for we clouded his mind with our thoughts, yet we would only give away what was necessary for him to know. We laughed at his disconcert.

When it was time for him to retire, we followed him closely and then we would disappear. We reappeared again, together or separately. Our perfume left a trail that led to the main chamber of the palace. Heavily decorated with baroque pieces, the room was dazzling. Little candles were lit all around us. The Count entered the room and look around him. Intermittently, Aleera and I would appear and disappear, slowly puzzling him. At times we would reappear close to him. Too close. We would kiss him and disappear again.

He had read our thoughts completely. He took his cape off and smiled with complacence.

We reappeared. This time we didn’t leave.

He had us both, Aleera and I wrapped in his arms. We took turns in kissing him. He kissed us gently. He kissed us wildly. We fed from him. We took life and lust from his blood. Aleera and I kissed. We locked our tongues, as our husband watched us. He slowly got undress. Aleera’s dress was loose and all I had to do was slide it down her shoulders. And I did. Her breasts sprung deliciously from the corset. Instinctively I went down to kiss her nipples and tease them softly. She was moaning. Vladislaus walked towards us and stood behind Aleera, gently rubbing his manhood against Aleera’s soft nakedness. His hand cooped his brides’ breasts as I continued to delight myself with them.

Carefully I got rid of my garments and my jewels. In the meantime, I shared the intimacy of my husband and his centuries old first bride. They kissed with renewed passion. His touch was firm on her stomach. His fingers knew her skin by heart and it showed. I let them do.

I lay on the bed and I watched my husband lick Aleera’s neck as he softly touched her voluptuous body. Aleera wrapped her arms completely around her husband. I got very much aroused and my hands slowly found glory between my legs. I touched myself, dripping wet by the touch of my fingers and the touch of my husband’s thoughts. I lay back and got lost in my own pleasure.

Soon after, both Aleera and my husband joined me in bed. We kissed each other and we tangled in a magical embrace where our limbs became one.

I had tow mouths licking my nipples and licking each other. I had two sets of fingers inside of me, finding each other at the same time. I screamed with delight. My screams were muffled by incandescent kisses. My husband sat on the bed and made my body rest against his while Aleera buried her head between my legs, her tongue and her fingers working marvelously to drive me out of my mind. It was then my turn to do the same to her. Back and forth we took turns to give each other unforgivable pleasure.

The Count’s mind wandered off to the days of his youth at the Sultan’s palace. His thoughts aroused him even more. His eyes would make love to me even faster than his body. His movements as he rode my body were uncontrollable. Aleera moaned with delight as she gave her body pleasure on her own. I was blinded with joy. My husband screamed my name. Our names. My body was his slave. I followed. He ran rampantly to a climax that promised legends. I followed him. I clasped his body with my body. I followed. Aleera positioned her herself above my face and I devoured her with my tongue. On the verge of lunacy, our three bodies exploded in a fountain of screams and moans, which left us speechless for a few moments and spent. Our nakedness lit the room above the candlelight. I closed my eyes and a tear of happiness escaped from me. I didn’t chase it. I let the happiness ran down my face and touch the pores of my skin.

I looked at my husband. I thanked him with all of me.

My destiny was fulfilled.

The End.