The Voyage of Galilea

My long robe fit my body like a glove. On the front, it showed a much generous cleavage. I never used clothing that would reveal much flesh.

I looked back and it saddened me what I have done with my 25 years of existence. I was buried in books, working in labs till the sunset, only to go back the next morning at dawn. I graded papers…No time for fun, no friends, and no lovers. Never before.

Yet, to have these moments…Good God! It was worth it.

I smiled to myself. I looked at my body and I was pleased with my reflection. I had small but very beautiful breasts. I had flawless skin…I smiled to myself.

My hair had been braided, and the braid came along back, almost to my waist. I was made to wear a hint of perfume, a spicy musk. Finally, Aleera made me have a pair of gorgeous amethyst earrings.

My body was covered by the velvet robe. Nothing else. If I walked, my legs would show.

Don’t worry, my love…The master won’t take you the first night….Those were Aleera’s words, before she left my room.

A servant waited for me outside my chambers. She was silent. As she moved, her feet never touched the floor. I followed her amidst abandoned hallways. Again, we passed by the enormous torches, held together by the tortured bodies. I looked up and the ceiling was very, very high, and only then I saw them. The cocoons. Most of them empty. There were cables still attached to them. A thick of veil of webs covered them. Far from disgusting, it was a sad sight.

We finally arrived to another area of the fortress. The servant left me in font of two wooden doors and disappeared. The doors opened themselves.

I was marveled by the vision of such ancient books. The room was not a large one, yet, the walls would go several feet above the ground, covered with books.

-“Thank you so much for joining me tonight, Galilea”

Out of nowhere, the Count appeared in front of me. He was now wearing a black, silk robe. Underneath, he had a burgundy long sleeved shirt, and a handkerchief tied around his neck. He looked regal. His hair was still tied up to the back, and he had a few extra bangs hanging to the side of his face.

He stood ever so close to me, and without taking his eyes of me, he kissed my hand. Under my robe, my skin was crawling with desire. My nipples turned hard and I had to step away, or else I would have thrown myself in his arms. No complains, I am sure.

The room was barely lit by a few torches on the walls. There was very little furniture. There was a large chair in the middle, facing an anti-diluvium chimney, which was covered with cinder and pieces of coal. On the floor there were a couple of large cushions, richly embroidered.

I paced a bit around the room, escaping my own emotions. No luck. He walked towards me, and stood behind me. His fingers slightly touched mine, and he hissed,

-“Turn around….”

My brain did not register his order, yet, my body obeyed. He said nothing. He just deliberately looked at me and his eyes were prying on every inch of me. His gaze was consuming. His lips were not moving, and yet I could hear them recite poetry. His right hand touched my cheek. I noticed one of his finger nails was long and pointy. His hand stayed on my face. He stroke gently. Instinctively, I closed my eyes.

His fingernail ran down my neck…he paused. Never a good sign that a vampire gets interested in the neck. He smiled at me, mocking my thoughts.

And so his hand, slid down my throat to meet my chest, which rolled out a welcome mat to the candor of my breasts that were reckoning for his touch. His pointy fingernail ran a trace over my skin, stopping for a sinister second. Thank heavens, he didn’t stop for long. My lips were humid, my nipples were burning a hole on my robe…His fingernail slightly parted the thin cloth to proceed its torture over the skin of my breast. A moan escaped from my lips.

A chaste kiss on my cheek broke the spell, as he departed from me to seat in his chair. I couldn’t stop trembling. I couldn’t face him either. What in the world was I feeling?

Regaining my composure was not at all easy, but an extra divine doze of will power made me stand still and take a seat on the floor in one of the cushions next to the fireplace.

Neither of us said another word.

So then, like a balm, Aleera appeared in the room, wearing a white robe with long, fluffy sleeves. She looked at me and smiled. She knew what had just happened. She looked damn pleased with herself. Silently, she took a seat in a cushion right next to her master’s chair. He looked down to her and starting stroking her gorgeous auburn mane, which this time she had down, with lovely ringlets that touched her knees.

The Count cleared his throat and then said, a bit nervously,

-“I hope you are enjoying your stay with us so far, darling….”

-“Yes, Count…I am…Thank you kindly….”

-“Good, I know we can be quite boring…Not much to do…”

He didn’t mean it. He knew I was enjoying every single, solitary minute of my stay. He knew that Aleera was quite taken by me and he probably relished in those thoughts.

-“No, Count, I assured you I am quite pleased with your hospitality…Well, there is just one thing…I am a little hungry…”

The Count and his bride looked at each other and laughed openly. I felt embarrassed. I blushed deeply.

-“How foolish of me, my dear…Of course you must be…I am very selfish, please forgive me…”

The Count stood from his chair and with a snap of his fingers a servant appeared in the room. Again, my host murmured a few words in Romanian and the servant vanished in the air.

-“We have already…eaten, my darling…”

Aleera said putting her hand on my shoulder.

-“We will be quite alright the Count and I…for another month or so, isn’t it right, my dear?”

Aleera laughed again. She knew I had understood the meaning of those words. Too well. For a moment it dawned to me that these hosts of mine were…vampires…

The Count, then, walked towards me. He was serious. He almost looked concerned. He touched my face again and looking at his bride he said softly but firmly,

-“Aleera, my dear, that comment is out of place…Please restrain yourself…”

-“Forgive me, my lord”

Like a child, pouting and on the verge of tears, she took her place back on the cushion.

Immediately, a couple of servants arrived with two trays filled with exquisite dishes. I was also served wine. A succulent Crème Brule was to be my desert that night.

-“Eat, my dear…Enjoy!”

It was a magical meal. I had never had any thing as delicious as these platters, which were, most like prepared by chefs from a different point in time. The Count and Aleera looked at me with delight. I bowed my head to thank them silently.

The servants then appeared once again to take the china away and to bring a bowl of fresh fruit with an exquisite white chocolate sauce.

I could smell a hint of cointreau.

Aleera came to my side and she took the sauce and poured it generously over the fruit. Her eyes met mine. She smiled. She took the fork and pinched an orange. She took the piece to my mouth, the chocolate tormented my palate. It was sinful.

She then took another piece of fruit from the bowl, this time with her bare fingers. She put in my mouth, deliberately inserting her finger with it, so I would lick the sauce from it, which I did. I took her finger slightly with my hand and licked it, and it tasted like the heavens.

Another piece came to my mouth, this time, Aleera brushed the chocolate sauce against my lips. I looked at her as she met Dracula’s gaze. His hand was on his chin. He looked at both us. He was content with what he saw. He fidgeted on his chair a bit.

The chocolate was warm on my mouth and ever so softly, Aleera licked it off with the tip of her tongue. My mouth opened at her touch and my tongue reached out for hers which tasted of the cointreau.

Aleera fed me each and every piece of fruit until the bowl had nothing left but the sauce.

At a final attempt to torture me with pleasure, she dipped her fingernail on the sauce. Again she looked to meet her master’s prying gaze.

With one hand, she slightly parted the robe of my body, revealing my left breast. My heart was pumping to the maximum. Without much ado, Aleera rubbed the sauce over my nipple. She cooped my breast with one hand and licked the chocolate out of my skin with relish. I tilted my head back and my moaning filled the room for an instant.

At that moment, Aleera’s words came to my mind…

You were born for this…We are your destiny…

Heaven bless me….