The Voyage of Galilea

-“My Lord, may I introduce you to Galilea…”

Aleera had her arms around her master. She always seemed to be protecting him even from himself. The Count then walked towards me. Not once, not even out of mercy he ceased from torturing my desires with his eyes. He took my hand. My fingers instinctively grasped his. The leather was burning my skin like a toxic gas.

He took my index finger to his mouth and posed his thin lips against it.

I was possessed by a mix of emotions unknown to me. I had given up what who I was till then to become a slave of this creature’s mysterious ways. No name could have been given to the kind of pleasure his touch arouse in my soul. I had been born again the moment I met him.

The Count smiled. The moon’s beauty vanishes by the sight of such smile. It’s the smile of a demon, of a siren which lures you to wish for that which is forbidden.

He bowed. His eyes were still piercing mine.

Aleera came to my side and whispered in my ear

-“He likes you, my love….”

Her hand was stroking my hair.

-“Welcome….Galilea”

Dracula had said my name. I felt an incomparable joy. His English was impeccable, yet he had a very strong Romanian accent. That voice, good God…The voice of a legend. It suited him. It suited him just like black suited him…like death suited him…He was a perfect being, I thought to myself.

-“No, darling…I am far from perfect…”

I gasped.

Aleera came closer to me and said

-“You must be careful…We vampires can read your mind….”

She giggled in that girlie way. I was taken back. It was impossible for me to keep my mind blank with this ravishing thunderstorm of emotions.

-“You’ll be our guest for as long as you desire…Aleera, my dear…Would you mind leaving us alone for a moment?”

Aleera placed a chaste kiss on my cheek and she left my side.

-“With pleasure, my lord…”

And she walked away. The train of her robe lingered behind her as well as her perfume.

So I was left alone to be tortured with desire, and fear, and lust, and confusion, and the urgency to take him in my arms.

“Oh!...No need to rush, I assure you…All in time….”

Fuck.

He was cunning in reading far beyond my thoughts.

The Count snapped his finger and a servant appeared. He took his master’s cape. Dracula gave him his gloves. The servant departed after bowing to his presence.

I stood still. I tried to keep my mind from wandering thoughts. I failed miserably.

He chuckled.

The nearness of him made me dizzy. To add to my torment, the Count came to my side and placed his hand around my waist. My body was burning with fever.

I feared for my life. Now that I had gotten to be there, that way, next to this man I had obsessed with for years. I asked myself what next?

-“Well, next I will show you where you will be sleeping tonight.”

Damn it.

-“This fortress has been standing for over 400 years. There was a time where the hallways glittered with priceless treasures…All is gone now…”

I couldn’t help but notice that against the walls and around the torches there were decomposing bodies and skeletons that probably were as old as time. Their expression frightened me and by instinct, a closed my eyes. My face turned away.

The Count then put his hands on my face. I was helpless. His face came too close for comfort. I started trembling and his touch was driving me slowly out of my mind.

-“Oh yes…my statues…Traitors…all of them!”

The Count’s expression was now stern, grave. Even like that he looked exquisite. Evilness suited him. Yet, his anger was nothing more but a window to his unbearable sadness.

We passed by the statues and entered a hallway. Like most medieval fortresses, this hallway was decorated with armors, weapons and crossbows. Treasures that were, of course, centuries old…like their owner. I smiled.

-“Did you bring any other clothes, my darling…?”

I stuttered and felt horribly self-conscious.

-“I…I am afraid not, Count….”

-“Allow me”

Again he snapped his fingers and a lady servant came out of nowhere. He whispered a few phrases in Romanian and the girl, literally, disappeared.

-“You shall make yourself comfortable…Then you will join me in the library…”

He took my hand again to his lips in a gentlemanly gesture and walked away. I watched him. His hands were to his back. I noticed how his hair was tied up in the back with a beautiful hair clip. It seemed made of gold. His luscious mane then floated gracefully on his back. Again he read my thoughts. He turned around and smiled. I was in love.

A door opened by itself in front of me. Inside I was marveled by the gleam of moonlight reflecting on the walls. This was a room fit for a queen. The bed had two poles elegantly carved. It’s was a baroque style. No doubt. There was a net covering the bed. I had to climb up a small staircase to reach for the mattress. It was hard. I noticed the linen.

-“It’s Belgian lace, my love….”

Again, my heart skipped a beat. Aleera stood in front of me holding in her hands a beautiful gown. It was lilac. It was made out of velvet and I had never seen anything so delicate.

-“He’ll love you in this robe…You’ll drive him wild little by little…”

She laughed that infectious laughter of hers.

A servant appeared in the room and helped me take my clothes off. Aleera put the gown on the bed and sat in a corner of the room. She wanted to see me undress.

I let her watch.

I stood in the middle of the room, naked washed by moonlight. Aleera was biting her lower lip. She desired me. The servant girl took my old clothes and left the chamber.

I regained composure and tried to grab the robe of my bed to cover my body. In a swift movement and fast as lightning, Aleera came to my side and grabbed the robe from my hands.

-“I have been around too long roaming this earth…and never have I seen a woman more beautiful…Don’t cover yourself…Come…”

Aleera guided me to a mirror which allowed us to see both of us completely. At first I was not sure if I wanted to see my nakedness reflected. I noticed then that, even though Aleera stood beside me, only my reflection showed in the mirror.

It was the first time in my life somebody made me feel so desirable and so beautiful.

-“What a shame…”

Damn.

-“You have a rare beauty. You have concealed yourself from the world. I have met other women like you. Your body is a temple full of secrets…”

She went behind me and she placed both her hands on my breast. She touched my nipples and they immediately went hard…She continued teasing them…All I could see was me getting aroused by some ghostly presence…I let her do.

-“Don’t hide the real you….”
She continued

-“I should hate you, you know?”

She was whispering in my ear and her warm breath tingled on my earlobe.

I closed my eyes.

-“Why would you hate me…Aleera?”

-“Because he desires you…”

I got afraid. I tried to move away, but Aleera’s grasp was stronger than steal.

Then she loosed up and embraced me from behind.

“Come here….You and I shall be sisters…Do you believe in destiny?”

Yes, I thought…

“You were born for this, Galilea…This…We…are your destiny….”

I closed my eyes and a tear escaped from my eyes. Aleera licked it from my cheek.

“It’s bitter….”

She massaged my shoulders and I felt sinfully awaken. Her hands went down my breasts again and continued down my navel. She touched me. She buried her long fingernails inside my pubic hair and found me unbearably wet. I gasped with pleasure.

-“When you leave us…If you cry again…You shall cry tears of honey, my precious…That’s a promise…”

My fingers then met her fingers. I reclined against her body and let her slowly melt me with pleasure.