Castle Bartley, England
October 5TH, 1421 A.D.

It was sundown when the two maidens took Lea by the hand and led her through the torch-lit dank hallways to the Countess’s innermost basement chamber. Lea was just sixteen and had only seen the Countess during the most important of gatherings; only when she needed them most. But even from a distance, she could tell the woman was very beautiful.

The maidens had dressed Lea in a sheer cloth gown that flowed around her young body like vapor. Her bare feet padded on the cool stone floor of Castle Bartley. The two maidens had spent the entire afternoon preparing Lea. They washed her in the pool, its water warmed by the dusk sun. They ran their soft hands over her, anointing her with sweet smelling oils and lotions. She liked their touch, especially when one of them lingered on the opening between her legs and on the small, sensitive nipples of her teenage breasts.

The girl had whispered in Lea’s ear that it was a great honor to be summoned by the Countess, the daughter of the Wallachian Prince Mircea Dracula. There were over a hundred girls who lived in the castle as servants... but only a few were chosen to spend the night with the woman many considered a goddess. Of these few chosen it was true that some never came back, this fact only adding to the mystery, delicious mystique, and utter prestige to those that awaited their turn. When Lea asked what was expected of her, the girl simply replied with, “Whatever the Countess desires.”

Then the girl kissed Lea and said she hoped the two of them could sleep together after Lea returned from her night with the Countess. She wanted Lea to teach her what she learned in anticipation of a night when she, too, might be called. Lea did not fully understand, but she did enjoy the taste of the girl’s lips.

As they entered the Countess’s bedchamber, Lea was immediately struck by the beauty of the woman lying on the huge bed of furs. Countess Elizabeth Bartley had flowing black hair with a hint of green and green eyes that seemed to reach out and entice. Her skin was pale, but somehow so perfect; so full of life. Lea stood by the side of the bed and looked at the Countess’s nude body glowing in the light of the candles. It appeared sculpted; its form and lines perfect. The maidens removed the sheer cloth from Lea leaving her naked in the flickering, golden light. Lea heard their retreating footsteps and soon she was alone with the beautiful woman.

“Come to me, my child,” the Countess said and stroked the furs she lay on.

Lea climbed up on the bed and laid on her back beside the woman, her heart racing, not knowing what to expect.

The Countess touched Lea’s face. “You are most beautiful,” she cooed and brushed the young girl’s hair from her eyes. “Before the sun comes up,” the woman whispered, “we will drink the honey that flows from our bodies and share the rapture that only women can give each other.” She leaned over and kissed Lea, the woman’s lips were tender and tasted of sweet wine. Then she said, “Tonight we will visit heaven together.”

The woman took one of Lea’s tiny nipples in her mouth and suckled it, caressing it with her tongue. Lea’s nervousness quickly faded, replaced with a warm feeling of arousal that swept through her. It seemed to converge at the opening between her legs. She liked what was being done to her and wondered if she would be allowed to do the same.

As the Countess sucked Lea’s nipples, she stroked the young girl’s maturing body, moving her hand like a feather up and down Lea’s sides and stomach. Then she slipped it between the girl’s legs coaxing them apart as she lightly stroking the inside of her thighs. The patch of black hair she’d seen covering the opening between the Countess’s legs had intrigued Lea and she wondered if it disappointed the woman that Lea’s could not compare. The answer came quickly: a moan of approval as the woman cupped Lea’s small opening and cradled a finger between its folds.

Lea gasped at the tingle of pleasure brought by the woman’s touch. It was as arousing as when the maiden had touched her in the pool. Her opening was tight and gripped the woman’s finger snugly. Lea thought it odd that at first there was but as the woman moved her finger in and out, the opening became moist and slippery.

Lea unconsciously rotated her hips in rhythm with the woman’s delicate probing. Suddenly, Lea’s chest started to heave, her breathing increased, her pulse quickened, and she felt a strange, lustful fire building in her.

The dampness increase between her legs, so much so, she thought she might have accidentally wet herself, but she knew she had not. The more the woman stroked Lea’s opening, the more the moisture flowed. Over the aroma of incense and the smoke from the candles, she could smell a wild honey-like fragrance coming from the woman’s body. It made her nose tingle.

While the Countess continued sliding her finger in and out of Lea, she covered Lea’s mouth with hers, using her tongue to explore. Lea liked the sensation and returned the kisses, wrapping her delicate arms around the woman’s neck.

Suddenly, the woman touched the small, sensitive nub at the top of Lea’s opening and the young girl cried out as a wave of unimaginable pleasure swept over her. She opened her mouth and sucked in air; her body shook with this most wonderful new sensation. For an instant, she imagined doing the same thing to the beautiful young maiden that had kissed her at the pool. She yearned to put her finger inside the girl’s opening and make her cry out. But first, she wanted to learn everything the Countess promised to teach her.

Lea knew that many of the servant girls slept together and she often heard them cry out in the night. Now she realized they were not cries of pain but passion. Once this night was over, she would find the young maiden, take her by the hand and lead her to her bed. She would sleep with her and show her all the delicious pleasures that she experienced with the Countess.

The woman removed her finger from Lea and licked it. “You have the taste of a delicate flower, a flower that only grows between the legs of a young girl.”

“I’m glad you are pleased,” Lea said smiling.

The woman slipped her finger back into Lea for a moment and then brought it to the girl’s lips. “Taste yourself,” she said, “for it is the nectar of your soul.”

Lea took the woman’s finger into her mouth and tasted the moisture from her body. It was sweet and pleasurable. She wondered what her young friend would taste like.

“Now,” the woman said, “take your finger, place it inside me and put your mouth on my breast like a baby to her mother. Do what I have done to you and it will give me pleasure. In return, I will teach you the secrets of pleasing yourself and any woman your heart desires.”

Lea slipped her hand down between the Countess’s legs. She was surprised to find that the patch of hair she saw earlier was soft and damp. The folds of the woman’s opening were flared out like a flower in bloom, and between them, her flesh was warm and slippery. The Countess breathed in deeply as Lea traced the outside of the opening with her fingertip. Then, ever so slowly, she slid her finger inside finding it hot. The hole was much larger than Lea’s and she discovered that she could insert two, then three fingers. With each additional finger, the Countess moaned, and Lea realized that the wild honey-like aroma she smelled earlier was coming from the woman’s opening, and it grew stronger.

“Oh, my little flower, your touch is so gentle,” the woman whispered. “Do you enjoy pleasing me?”

Lea answered her with a kiss; this time she was the aggressor, putting her tongue in the woman’s mouth to explore. Lea not only liked pleasing the Countess, she was enthralled with how easy she could make the woman respond to her touch. The sensations that coursed through her small body were like nothing she had ever experienced before. She hoped the heat building between her legs would not cool until she could sleep with the young maiden.

The woman took Lea’s face in her hands and guided the girl’s mouth to her nipple. Lea found the taste of her skin to be slightly salty but with an after taste of some spice she could not identify. As she sucked, she felt the nipple grow hard in her mouth. She could tell from the increased breathing that the woman enjoyed it.

The Countess reached around and rubbed Lea’s bottom, something Lea had never thought would bring pleasure. But as she continued to suck on the Countess’s breast and stroke her fingers in and out of the woman’s opening, she became aware of how sensitive her little hole was. She remembered how the beautiful, young maiden had spent so much time washing Lea’s bottom. And when she dried Lea off, she had knelt down and kissed it before applying the scented oils. Lea had enjoyed the girl’s affection but had not understood it’s meaning. Now she realized that part of her body yearned for attention just as the opening between her legs did.

The Countess tested Lea’s small hole with the tip of her finger. She must have realized how tight it would be to enter, Lea thought, because the Countess brought her finger to her mouth and wet it. Then she returned it to the crack between Lea’s bottom and gently worked it in the hole. Lea gasped with surprise at the wonderful sensation. The woman’s finger penetrated her tiny hole and slid up inside Lea. A most unlikely place to seek pleasure, Lea though as the anticipation of sharing this heavenly secret with the young maiden raced through her mind.

The Countess was moving in unison with Lea’s finger thrusts now, breathing hard and moaning loudly. At the same time, the woman had worked her finger completely inside Lea’s bottom and moved it in rhythm to their bodies. Lea went from one hard nipple to the other, hungry for the taste of the woman’s spicy skin. They were both in the throes of ecstasy now and within a few seconds their bodies shock and they cried out. Lea closed her eyes and remembered the words the woman had said: tonight, they would visit heaven together. She had just entered a place so wonderfully erotic, so divine, she could only equate it to heaven.

As Lea lay in Countess Bartley’s arms, pressing their sweaty breasts together, the woman said, “Sleep, my tiny flower and dream sweet dreams, for soon I will awaken you with a pleasure that is beyond all your dreams.”

Lea could not imagine what could be better than what she had experienced so far, but she smiled with anticipation as she drifted off on a soft cloud of bliss.

When Lea awoke, it was from the sensation of something warm and wet. She felt painful pinpricks on her neck as well, but she wouldn’t be thinking about that now. She came out of the twilight of sleep to the realization that something wonderful was happening between her legs. Laying on her back, she sensed that her legs were spread wide and when she looked down she saw that the Countess was laying further down the bed of furs with her head between Lea’s legs. She had her mouth on Lea’s opening and was licking it. Like lightening from a summer storm, a bolt of pleasure shot through Lea. The woman was using her tongue to do things Lea had never thought possible. She cried out as she felt the Countess’s tongue go inside her. The woman was stroking Lea’s legs and licking her from her opening down to her small anus.

Lea wrapped her legs around the woman’s head and cried out, gritting her teeth and arching her back. She tangled her fingers into the Countess’s hair and pushed down forcing the woman’s tongue deeper into her. Then the woman found the tiny bud at the top of Lea’s opening and sucked it between her lips. Lea brought her hands up to her face and screamed as tears of pleasure rolled down her cheeks. Her body exploded with passion and she could see only blurred patches of golden light.

The woman sucked the little bud of flesh in and out of her mouth and Lea could not stop screaming. She ran the bottoms of her feet up and down the woman’s back and cried with joy, pounding the furs with her tiny hands.

Multiple waves of raw pleasure shook her small frame that was now drenched in sweat. She felt a flood of liquid pour out of her opening and she could hear the woman lapping it up like a cat drinking milk. As Lea’s body finally slowed down, its tremors subsided, and her breathing calmed, she raised her head to watch the woman finish licking her clean.

Then the Countess crawled up and gently laid herself down on top of Lea, careful not to hurt her. She kissed Lea and licked away the tears. Lea could smell her scent all over the woman’s face.

“Now you know the secret of how women please each other,” the Countess said. “Next, my sweet lover, I want you to put your mouth on my opening and pleasure me as I have you. Take me to the place you just came from and I will then show you how we can go there together at the same time.” The woman softly kissed Lea’s face and asked, “Do you desire to please me?”

“More than anything,” Lea said.

The woman rolled over on her back taking Lea with her until the girl was on top. “Take your tongue and travel down my body to the place where my river flows. Drink all you want, my little flower, for I have an ocean to give you.”

Lea kissed the Countess and then slowly moved down, kissing and licking the salty moisture from the woman’s neck, then the valley between her breasts. She spend a few moments taking the woman’s nipples into her mouth to make sure they were hard, then she kissed her way down the flat stomach and finally reached the patch of damp fur. The scent coming from between the woman’s legs was spicy and exotic, and Lea breathed deeply trying to capture all of it in her lungs. At last, she was over the opening and she pressed her nose between the delicate petals of the flower so that she could smell only the fragrance that came from deep inside.

She pictured herself with her face between the legs of the young maiden, and she hoped that the girl would be hairless and soft like her own opening. It was not that she disliked the hair around the woman’s opening, it was just that she was already fantasizing what it would soon be like to pleasure a girl her own age. But now, what was most important was to please this woman as much as she could. There would be many nights to sleep with her young friend.

The Countess raised her legs and pulled them back against her chest, opening herself fully. Lea watched as honey seeped out of the woman’s opening and flow down to her small hole. She waited until enough had collected in the little puckered indention before she brought her fingertip to it and pushed. The woman moaned as Lea’s finger found the warm, secret place inside.

Then Lea went to the real work at hand. She first licked all around the opening, then between the woman’s petals. Lea noticed a hood of flesh that stuck out at the top of the woman’s opening, and as she explored under it with the tip of her tongue, she found a small pea-shaped bud of flesh that grew larger and harder the more she licked it. Suddenly, she realized it was the same sensitive nub that lived in its hiding place between her own legs. Earlier, the woman had found and stimulated it, taking her to a new level of arousal. She knew she could now do the same to the Countess. Sucking the little nub between her lips, she flicked it with her tongue and the woman responded with a cry of ecstasy.

Lea increased her sucking rhythm while she worked her finger deeper into the woman’s bottom. Soon the Countess was squirming and jerking her hips, calling out in the night at the pleasure the young girl was delivering. The woman grabbed handfuls of fur that covered the bed and screamed, her back arching, her legs trapping Lea’s head in a passionate embrace.

Lea kept up the assault until the woman begged her to stop. With a smile, she looked up into the Countess’s face and realized she had taken her just as far as she herself had been taken.

Finally, the woman opened her eyes and gazed down at Lea. She held her arms wide and said, “Come here, my sweet child.”

Lea moved up to lie on top of her. The woman wrapped her arms and legs around her young lover and they kissed. Then the Countess said, “There is one more secret I will share with you before we sleep.”

“But you have shown me so much already,” Lea said. “What more can there be?”

The woman gave her a knowing smile and caressed her face. Then she said, “Turn around and lay beside me with your feet to my head.”

Lea hesitated for a moment as she tried to picture where this was leading. Then she obeyed and turned her body around with her head next to the woman’s hip.

“Now, sweet child,” the woman instructed, “move back on top of me.”

As Lea positioned herself onto the Countess, she felt the woman guide her slim legs apart and place them on each side of her head. Propped up on her hands, Lea looked down and realized the woman’s opening was only inches from her mouth, her scent steaming up to meet Lea’s nostrils. Then the woman brought her own knees up and spread her legs wide. The meaning of all this hit the young girl like a thunder clap. In this position, they could put their mouths on each other, and as the woman promised, they would visit heaven together.

Suddenly, Lea felt the woman take hold of her slender hips and pull them down, her hot breath was on Lea’s opening. At the same time, Lea brought her mouth down and gently kissed the woman’s petals. She settled her body down on top of the Countess, and within seconds they were both licking and drinking the warm nectar that flowed out.

This was by far the most exquisite thing they had done and Lea was obsessed with the desire to satisfy the woman. She knew that the more she learned, the more enjoyable the nights would be sleeping with the young maiden. She dove into her lover’s opening, devouring it and drinking up the sweet cream like she was dying of thrust. Their moans and cries filled the cavernous sleeping chamber until both women were rocked with an earthquake of passion and their bodies trembled with pleasure.

Soon, Lea and the woman were lying in each other’s arms again, saying nothing, only softly caressing the other. Then the woman gently kissed Leas lips and said, “Sleep, my sweet child. If you awake in the night and thirst, place your mouth on my opening and drink all that is there. For I will do the same to you.”

“I’m not ready for sleep yet,” Lea whispered. “I want to drink from your river again, now.”

The Countess rolled on her back, pulled her knees up and spread her legs in invitation. “Then satisfy your thirst, little one, for I have much inside me to give you.”

Lea kissed the woman once more and then repeated her journey down the beautiful body to the temple between her legs. She had tasted what lay there and knew she would never get her fill. As the night wore on, she and the woman pleasured each other many times before they finally fell asleep with their warm, damp bodies entwined.

Just before the sun was showing the first traces of peeking through the high windows of the chamber, they awoke and one last time pleasured each other. Then the Countess took the young girl gently in her arms and kissed her face, neck and mouth. “Would you like to come to me again one night?” she asked Lea.

“Oh, yes,” the girl whispered, holding the woman tight.

“Then so it shall be,” she said.

“I-I... I think...” Lea hesitated, biting her tongue.

“Yes, my child?”

“I think I love you.”

The Countess kissed Lea once more before summoning two maidens to take the young girl back to the servant’s quarters.

Lea’s eyes grew wide with excitement as she saw that one of the girls was her friend from the day before. Lea took her hand and interlocked their fingers. When they were out of the Countess’s chamber, Lea kissed her, whispering, “Tonight, love, we will visit heaven together.”

While Lea walked off hand-in-hand with the girl, content, Countess Elizabeth Bartley gave a seductive smile from the privacy of her basement bedchamber. With thoughts known only to herself, she closed the lid of her coffin.

Later in that same year Countess Elizabeth Bartley, niece of Wallachian Prince (later, Count) Vlad Dracula III, was found kneeling over the dead body of an England townsperson, blood dripping from her exposed fangs. She was tried as a vampire witch, convicted, and burned at the stake. Centuries later, a Transylvanian noblewoman, Countess Elizabeth Bathory, who lived from 1560 to 1614, followed in Bartley’s footsteps. This woman, historically referred to as “The Blood Countess,” more than often bathed in blood, thinking that it would make her younger. She had many of her own servant girls killed simply to obtain more blood to soak in.

As for Countess Bartley herself... by a stroke of luck, she would be accidentally brought back to life in 1914 by a novice sorcerer, Drolta Tzuentes, a practitioner of black magic. Leaving the decrepit ruins of Castle Bartley behind her, she immediately set to work resurrecting her uncle, Count Dracula.

As fate would have it, her goals would quickly come into odds with the duo of John Morris and Eric Lecarde in the midst of the Great War...