Your hands fumble to untuck his shirt, to press your mouth in patterns over his stomach, his hipbones, patterns palpitating as fast as your heart in your ears, swimming an eagerness, drowning in anticipation for what lies within his trousers.\n\n[[He runs his hands through your hair and his long nails against your scalp send chills over your skin.|Trousers]]\n
You cut the bread [[and--|Cut 2]]\n
His mouth is cold, the wet tongue sucking on the gentle wound for its slight sanguine emissions chilling. The longer he suckles, the fainter your head feels. You want to snatch your hand away from that cold, hellish maw, but [[when he looks into your eyes|Eyes]] you don’t.\n\nNone of this surprises you--it is almost as if you have dreamt it before; the whole night exists in your mind as some half-forgotten fever dream, something dreamt in that restlessness of diurnal sleep forced into after the countless nights spent up with the Count. None of the motions are foreign to your body. \n\nYour thumb leaves his mouth. He places his hands on your shoulders to push you to your knees. You know what he wants because [[you want it too.|Knees]]
Thank you for playing my small twine game, Sucking Dracula's Cock, a sequel to [[Eating Dracula's Ass|http://www.philome.la/corpsehands/eating-draculas-ass/play]], in which, after many nights (or maybe just one) of eating Dracula's ass, you finally get to suck his cock.\n\nIt was written and designed by me, Soren Häxan. Some of the text was lifted from Bram Stoker's //Dracula// and gently revamped to fit my horridly gay needs.\n\nIf you liked it, feel free to donate a dollar or two to me via PayPal. \n\n<form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post" target="_top">\n<input type="hidden" name="cmd" value="_s-xclick">\n<input type="hidden" name="hosted_button_id" value="B3GDS93UWCP4S">\n<input type="image" src="https://www.paypalobjects.com/en_US/i/btn/btn_donateCC_LG.gif" border="0" name="submit" alt="PayPal - The safer, easier way to pay online!">\n<img alt="" border="0" src="https://www.paypalobjects.com/en_US/i/scr/pixel.gif" width="1" height="1">\n</form>\n
This means that he has eaten the largest meal of the day, dinner, but does not partake of supper, which in this era was a lighter meal. It is a lie, of course, but a simple and clever one, as the best of them are.\n\nHe has prepared a great feast for your supper, more akin to a dinner, for reasons only he truly knows. Perhaps it is part of some diabolical plan. Perhaps it is only an error from his lack of humanity.\n\n[[Thanks for filling me in|Feast]]
You lick the tender underside of his cock. You swirl your tongue around the head once. The hand in your hair tightens its grip. He likes that. You do it again, letting your wet lips brush and drag against him gently.\n\nHe wants more.\n\n[[Stroke his cock|Stroke]]\n\n[[Shove as much of that thing in your mouth as you can cause you are mad horny|Shove]]\n\n[[Lick his cock from the base to to the tip, baby|Long lick]]\n\n[[Massage his fuckin balls|Balls]]
//Sucking Dracula's Cock//\n\n❦\n\n[[Begin|Intro]]
His cock is amazing, a perfection of phallic beauty. Your favourite kind of cock is exactly what Count Dracula has, and you get to put your mouth all over it and pump it till it fills your mouth with cum.\n\n[[Fuck yes|Trousers]]
You loosen his trousers and his cock smacks you in the face. You haven’t been in the heart to describe beauty as of late, yet [[seeing it now|The Big D]] makes you want to weep for the sheer perfection of it. \n\nHe grasps his cock in one hand and draws your eyes up to his and they burn with a reddish glare. One hand caresses the hair behind your ear, the other guides the cock to [[rest against your tongue between your parted lips.|Tongue]]\n
You are still Jonathan Harker, the man trapped in Dracula’s castle who has, at least once, eaten Dracula’s ass. You came here for business… but might you stay for pleasure?\n\n[[Enough prattle! Get me back to that mad D|Intro]]
His eyes contain a full hellfire of lust cast red in flames, smouldering hot while his lips wrap around you and his mouth sucks…\n\n[[It takes a certain strength to not moan.|Thumb]]
Do the dead need to breathe? I imagine, especially in sexual situations, it would be a hard habit to turn off, even if you don’t really need air in your lungs. We’ll say that Dracula breathes during sex, if only to inform his partner just how sexually aroused he is.\n\n[[Aw, that’s kind of considerate, actually|Facefuck 2]]\n
The Count wipes his cum from your lips and you suck it from his fingers, glowing in the anticipation of his mouth, finally, on you. He leans down his mouth hovering over yours--for a kiss--\n\n“Forgive me, but I must leave you now. I have much work to do in private this evening.” says he, twirling the hair behind your left ear as a soft disappointment fills your chest. “Should sleep soon overcome you, take care to hasten to your rooms, or to these here. This castle is old and has many memories and there are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely. Here you will be safe.”\n\n“Safe?” you ask.\n\n“Yes. I intend to keep you so for as long as I can.” he says and steps back, his hand brushing your cheek as he leaves you.\n\nYou swarm in the heaviness of your persistent lust and the dreamy confusion--his slipping away, the way he buttons his trousers and waistcoat, the shape of his fine hand smoothing his clothes down over his chest. The colour of his cheeks was once high and warm, but he is back to a pallor of death now, a horrifyingly cold beauty. \n\n“If you do not heed my warning, my young friend, if you be not careful in this respect--” he finishes the sentiment in a gruesome way, motioning with his hands as if he were washing them. \n\nHe slips from the room and you wonder... what might happen if you disobeyed him?\n\n[[End Credits|End Credits]]
His cock rams against the back of your throat and you relish the sensation. He is getting what he wants from you; you are giving it to him, willingly on you are on your knees, a prisoner in his castle, as much a part of this household now as the dusty furniture. \n\nYou moan over his cock as his [[breathing|Breathing]] becomes more and more rapid until he reaches his orgasm, his cum spilling into your mouth.\n\nHe seems to cum for ages, and you savour the taste of it in your mouth.\n\n[[That was fucking great. Now it’s your turn, right?|Your turn]]
Beads of blood erupt from the broken surface of the skin along the side of your thumb. You squeeze it, the blood bubbling up thicker now, biting your lip in the stinging pain.\n\nThe Count is at your side almost instantly, like a cold shadow.\n\n“Take care,” he says, low and quiet. “Take care how you cut yourself. It is more dangerous than you think in this country.”\n\nHis eyes are dark and deep, smouldering with a fire that knows no season.\n\nHe takes your hand in his.\n\n“Please,” he says, and your skin prickles. “allow me.”\n\nYou hold your breath as he parts his red lips and [[slides your thumb into his mouth.|Thumb]]\n
Sucking Dracula's Cock
You reach for the bread and the small bread knife. Your hands shake, though you are not sure why. \n\nYou haven’t been yourself since you got here. Your letters to Mina grow shorter and shorter, the verbiage more haggard, resisting the easy flow from the font of love that wells within your breast for her. That font is damned now. \n\n[[Perhaps you are, too.|Cut]]
You grasp his balls in your hand and massage them lightly. He seems pretty neutral on it, actually. Some people just aren’t into it.\n\nMaybe you won’t do that again. \n\n[[Stroke his cock|Stroke]]\n\n[[Unhinge your jaw like a snake and shove his cock down your throat|Shove]]\n\n[[Continuing with the snake theme, flick your tongue over the end of his cock|Little lick]]
You nestle your mouth against the base of his cock and slowly start to lick your way up his cock before slipping it into your mouth and sucking.\n\nHe really likes that.\n\n[[Stroke his cock|Stroke]]\n\n[[Start sucking with conviction|Shove]]\n\n[[Massage his fuckin balls|Balls]]
You shove the Count’s cock in and out of your mouth. You can feel the shape of the head of his cock sliding against your tongue, brushing against the tender insides of your lips, giving way to the fullness of his shaft, the sort of thickness that you long to devour to its end, to choke on.\n\n[[Use one hand to stroke his cock while you suck it|Stroke more]]\n\n[[You know what? Hands free is fine.|Facefuck]]\n
Warm, tender meats in their savoury gravies and spices find their way into your mouth, teeth against the bone. Glasses of sweet [[Tokaji]] slide down your throat. The pleasure of it all almost assuages your uneasiness, but it is still there. The Count rifles through the papers of his coming estate, but sometimes there is a stillness in those long-nailed hands and you look up to see his eyes gazing at you from under the shadow of his brow. \n\nHe has never eaten with you. [[He has already dined and does not sup|Sup]], he says, each night. //You will forgive me,// he says. \n\n[[And you do.|Bread]]\n
You slide his cock into your mouth, unable to keep yourself from moaning. The nails scratch against your scalp again, chilling you. He likes it. He wants more.\n\n[[Stroke his cock|Stroke]]\n\n[[Pull back and just lick the tip of his cock, just to tease him|Little lick]]\n\n[[Shove as much of that thing in your mouth as you can cause you are mad horny|Shove]]\n\n[[Massage his fuckin balls|Balls]]
Not yet, you horny beast. Get back in your seat.\n\n[[Of course, Master. Forgive me.|Intro]]
you draw the blade down, quick, across\n\nand you cut yourself.\n\n[[You gasp.|Blood]]
you are not paying attention, your head foggy in the soupy anticipation lacing your limbs as to when the Count will touch you tonight, [[just when the dream will begin again--|Cut 3]]
The weight of his undead cock against your tongue makes you swoon, [[the deep waters of a lust you never knew you had before|Wank]] turning red like wine, like blood.\n\nYou ache and you\n\n[[Slip your lips around the head of his cock|Head]]\n\n[[Tease him by just licking the tip a little|Little lick]]\n\n[[Shove as much of that thing in your mouth as you can cause you are mad horny|Shove]]
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A Victorian gentleman, after all, you have resigned your physical health and vigour to your strict avoidance of masturbation, which makes one lazy, ill and mad. Surely, in your youth you discovered the practice and executed it with a nervous sweat springing upon your brow in the fear of being discovered. It was delicious because it was wicked and wrong and produced an inarguable evidence in a pearly, dripping white. \n\nEven in your courtship to Mina have you remained so healthy, so in control. You press her hand and slip your arm about her waist and admire the wit, the intelligence, the integrity of her person. Never have you been so careless as to commit such an act in the thought of her, though--to be completely honest--it has crossed your mind on at least one occasion. You remain a respectable English gentleman, skirting the sin.\n\nWhat, then, changed when you left England’s soil?\n\nSomething about this castle is dry and corrupt. You have nightmares unlike anything you’ve had before--red eyes in the darkness, blinking closer to you. The blackness of night swarms around your body, heavy in sleep, replacing the bed linens. Sometimes a caress, sometimes a breath at your neck, a whisper--and all of them send chills over your skin, make the pit of you quiver.\n\nAt a point, that pit started to smoulder. You became filled with glowing coals that need only to be blown on gently to burst into flames.\n\nYou awake in fuzzy afternoons of cat napping as the sun slides over the bed, the floor, the old tapestries, sick in lust. Your cock is hard, every time, because you have not forgotten what happened before you slept, the way you put your mouth on the Count, the way his eyes glittered in an eagerness of lust.\n\nYou have no choice but to throw back the sun-warmed linens and stroke yourself to climax. There is no other option. The wind howls around the castle, the broken pane of the window billows the soft net of the cobwebs in the tall eave and the sweat returns to your brow, imagining the red mouth of the count, the way it shines sanguine and tender and just how soft his tongue might be, just how wet, just how much his eyes would glitter in a satisfied lust as you push your cock in and out of his mouth.\n\n[[You have never been filled with such a poison.|Tongue]]\n
The Count places both hands on either side of your head and forces you deeper down onto his cock. \n\nFuck, that's good.\n\nYou give up control at this point and [[let him facefuck you.|Facefuck 2]]
You stroke your hand along the shaft of his hard cock. The flesh warms under your touch and he moans through the motions.\n\n[[Massage his fuckin balls|Balls]]\n\n[[Pull back and just lick the tip of his cock, just to tease him|Little lick]]\n\n[[Shove as much of that thing in your mouth as you can cause you are mad horny|Shove]]
Your eyes roam over the feast spread out upon the table in front of you. The Count, beautiful, silently sitting in shadow near the fire, watches [[you|You]]. Not so long ago you tore into a similar spread with a famished celerity, regarding the darkness of the castle around you as nothing more than your own fatigue in the night, your discomfort of travel and inhabitance of a strange new country. \n\nTonight you regard the roasted carcasses of foul and the cascading slices of hearty roasts with an unease. You saw something the other night. You know something about the Count--something he has not imparted upon you himself. \n\nFear and curiosity twist around each other inside you. \n\nYou grip the edge of the dining table. You can feel the Count’s eyes upon you, glinting in the light of the low fire not completely unlike the way they have glinted at you in the lust of nights past, his body spread out upon your bed.\n\nYou swallow with a dry mouth and open it to--\n\n[[Begin eating.|Feast]]\n\n[[Begin sucking Dracula’s cock.|Try to suck]]\n
You start pumping that hot Dracula dick with one hand while you suck on it, the Count thrusting into your mouth as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm. [[Your lust is unbearable.|Facefuck]]
Soren Häxan
It's a kind of wine.\n\n[[I could've guessed that much, but thanks anyway|Feast]]