Harker

This magnificent castle...
The Count cordial if eccentric
Considering wolves "children of the night"
Somehow endearing!
And the food:
Suckling pig and nameless game
A mountain of fresh fruit
The wine a rich burgundy
And the women!
Pale as the moon
Luminous eyes and inviting smiles
Breasts visible within their gowns
The Count has appropriated Mina's photo
And my thoughts of her fade
The Count's "maidens" close in
Drawing me to their vast sacrificial bed
One whispering in my ear
Arcane and libidinous tales from the past
One kissing me deeply
Her tongue a fevered snake
The last taking my tumescent cock in her mouth
Performing an act that Mina refused
The Count stands gloating as I lay in rapture
Fully in thrall to his three "brides"
Willing to obey
Ad infinitum...