Notes to the Reader: Konami came up with the characters and settings used herein of the video game series Castlevania, yet the legend of Dracula is ancient. Connections with Dracula the vampire have been and still are made with the fourteenth century voevod, Vlad Tsepesh/Vlad Dracul, an actual historical figure seen as a sadistic tyrant as some and a national hero as others. It is known that on some documents, Vlad Tsepesh had signed his name as "Dracula," a name with several spelling and pronunciation variations, and different meanings as well; son of the Dragon, or son of the Devil. Both might possibly refer to the order Vlad's father created, the Order of the Dragon, or the sadistic natures of Vlad and his ruthlessness in battle and torture, branding him as the son of the Devil. Most of the "horror stories" of Dracula might have been created by the Germans, who have had a grudge against the voevod since he repeatedly discriminated against them in Romania. However, the sheer number of accounts might name one look curiously at the history of Vlad, as Bram Stoker had done when he wrote the book that started the whole craze, Dracula.
To learn more of Dracula the vampire and Dracula the voevod, check out these webpages and books, along with countless others. These just might make a good starting point:
http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Aegean/7545/Dracula.html
Bram Stoker's Dracula, the book and the many movie versions of it
In Search of Dracula: The History of Dracula and Vampires by Raymond T.
McNally and Radu Florescu
One last note: forgive me for any historical mistakes or spelling mistakes, I am not a historian, just a person fascinated with the legend of the voevod and of Dracula the vampire. Oh, and Konami, you rock! Thanks for taking the legend and making an awesome game series out of it!
Let your senses carry you away,
on this tryst of the eternal moonlight.
For she, the dark one, shall make you stay,
for the dance of love in the twilight...
Chapter One: Mistress of the Night
Castlevania was never still. Birthed of chaos, the fortress ruled by Vlad Tsepesh Dracula was constantly changing ever time it reappeared, once every century. As it changed, so did the denzients of the castle. Old ones remained or vanished, and new ones found niches for themselves in the dark palace. The lives of some of these creatures of the night were short lived, at least the ones that did not find themselves a place in the frantic ecosystem of darkness to dwell. Even though Castlevania had reappeared mysteriously in the past few days--contradicting the rule of appearing only once every one hundred years--some former residents were destroyed in the chaotic magicks that brought the castle to form in the first place.
But not the dark, sly one. Not she.
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The coffins of slumber were located at various intervals in the dark palace Castlevania, some near each other, some far. The rooms where these were located were originally bedrooms, but when Vlad Tsepesh (also known as Vlad Dracul) became the embodiment of evil, Dracula, the evil forces that transformed him transformed his castle as well. Some rooms remained the same, some did not. The bedrooms were changed, and the beds themselves, where people of nobility once rested themselves, became coffins of slumber for any one--or thing--who wished to rest themselves back to health.
Adrian Farenheights Tsepesh, the son of Vlad Tsepesh Dracula who swore to put an end to his father's reign of darkness, was sleeping in one of them, resting up from an ordeal. But more people knew Adrian from a pseudonym he had apapted long ago: Alucard.
Alucard was what some people referred to as a Wampyr (pronounced Wampir), a half-breed of human and vampire, usually the result of a lecherous vampire nobleman and a willing or unwilling human female. The son of Dracula possessed both the best qualities of his father and mother. His hair was long and flowing, like his father's, and was a rich white color. His face was stern and cold, also like his father, but the finely chiseled, delicate feminine features of his face were a gift from his human mother. His body was slender yet strong, at least from an assumption. It was always covered by black armor and a dual-colored cloak.
Alucard required sleep, like anyone else, to recuperate from his wounds. His eyes were closed, strands of his long white hair falling in front of his pale-skinned face. He had his cloak wrapped around his body, like a protective shroud, rising and falling as he breathed, sleeping, waiting until he had fully healed before he awakened.
All of this, the dark one noted with interest, a slight smile on her lips. She was amused, fascinated, and... she lusted. Never before in her centuries of lifespan had she been intrigued by a mortal as she was now. With a mischevious giggle, she made her way into the recesses of Alucard's mind, her form passing into his. For she was not just a mere creature of the night. She was the embodiment of darkness and sexual lust of the Dark World, and she lived for opportunities such as the one presented before her in the form of the Wampyr, Alucard.
For she was the demon of passionate, frantic love and a devourer of mortal life force. She was the Succubus.
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Usually, the dreams of Alucard were unplagued by dreams and nightmares. Though half-human and possessing the imagination and mentalities of his mother's species, he was also part Vampire, and possessed the qualities of his father's race: confidence, a bit of pride, and fearlessness. Dreams seldom occupied his mind, and nightmares rarely tormented him.
But tonight, in the everlasting night of Castlevania, it was different.
Alucard found himself in a void of changing color. It was as if he were in dark nothingness that was constantly being washed with glowing blue, blood-red, luminous purple, and black colors. He stared around in confusion and interest. He was fully dressed in his armor and cloak, and the sword he presently carried was in a leather scabbard at his side. The armor creaked a little as Alucard looked from side to side, behind and front, finding nothing but the color-changing void.
And then, a sound filled the void, breaking the silence.
It was of female laughter, soft and tantalizing, yet menacing at the same time. A mildly pleasing and ominous sound. Alucard knew that he would not find anything by looking around again, so he simply wrapped his cloak around himself and waited for whatever it was to appear before him. He had no idea of what it was, but was prepared for a fight if need be, his hand resting near his sword hilt. He saw the deep-black colors of magic working far in front of him, coalescing into a portal. The portal opened, displaying a miasma of objects that Alucard was not able to see or make any sense of. He was now gripping the hilt of his sword strongly, ready to unsheathe it the instant whatever it was came out of the portal. But when he saw what came out, his sword hand went limp and he stared in confusion and the closest emotion to fear as his half-Vampire mind could handle.
"You!" Alucard exclaimed, finally gathering the will to pull out his sword and hold it in battle position. For he knew what it was that appeared from the portal in front of him.
It was the dark temptress, the Succubus.
"Prepared as always, son of Tsepesh." she spoke in her full, alluring voice. "But I'll bet that you weren't fully prepared for this."
The Succubus was a demon that embodied darkness and lust. She was slender and supple, almost reaching Alucard's height. Her skin was of the same hue as his, pale yet not as a full-blooded Vampire. Her hair was of a dark, reddish-brown auburn color, flowing down her back and onto her ample chest, tied back by a branch of thorns and black roses. Her eyes were almond-shaped, elven in appearance and colored a silvery grey. The lips of the Succubus were supple yet not entirely full, and they were curved in a smile. Her neck was long and bore a choker of black lace, and much of her pale skin was revealed in the outfit she wore. She wore the same black lace on her arms, and a tight, black leather girdle of some sorts around her waist. But the girdle did not conceal all of her beautiful body. Her breasts, full and creamy white colored, were not concealed by the apparel that she wore. For her lower body she wore a black leather thong that left little to the imagination, and her slender legs wore knee-high boots of the same black leather.
But one of the most defining features of the Succubus were the demon wings that sprouted from her back. They were in the from of a bat, large and folded behind her, black with stretched flesh membranes, and a single, sharp talon on top of each one. She was seductively caressing one of her wings, her slender fingers trailing across the black flesh of them, the wings opening and closing in a flapping manner.
"You haven't changed a bit, son of Tsepesh," the Succubus said in her rich voice. "And, like your deceased great uncle Radu the Handsome, you are as beautiful as ever."
Alucard was untouched, having dealt with this creature before. "I have destroyed you and banished you to eternal wandering of the dream world," he said in his deep, throaty voice. "And how does a commoner like you know of Radu? My father murdered him, his brother, centuries ago for being a traitor to his rule and for allying with the Turks... centuries before you were even concieved, I gather! And more importantly, how is it that you have returned from your eternal punishment?"
The Succubus giggled, an alluring sound. "How can you, a Wampyr half-breed, judge how long I have existed? Of who I have known or known of in my lifetime and undeath? Bah! I have my ways and secrets just as you have, Tsepesh. Do not expect me to reveal them to the likes of you."
Alucard frowned, gripping his sword hilt tightly. "Stop referring to me as you do the Impaler. I do have a name, demon."
She smiled, stretching her arms back, her auburn hair falling in front of her full breasts, brushing her nipples. "That I know, son of Tsepesh. Or should I say, son of Dracula... the son of the son of the Devil. How amusing, indeed..."
A slight pause. "Your name is Adrian Farenheights Tsepesh, but you are known to us as Alucard." she walked forward, edging closer to him. "I suppose you wish to know my name as well?"
Alucard's eyes narrowed. "I care not, but if that is your wish, then make it so."
The Succubus smiled again, laughing softly, slowly walking up closer and closer to Alucard. Her voice was rich and full when she spoke, and her name was like something pleasing and dangerous, older than the Romans of the Greeks of a time long past, a name that suited her well.
"Ishtar." she said, brushing part of her hair from her breasts, fingers trailing across her pink nipples. "My name is Ishtar."
Alucard raised a thin eyebrow. "Ishtar? I know of the Babylonian gods. You picked well. I was expecting a name such as Lilith for one of your race."
The Succubus scoffed. "Lilith? How drab, how boring! The woman of Hebrew lore, who scorned Adam and God then became a demon? Hah!" She then smiled slightly, her eyes narrowing seductively. "I am more creative than you think, my dear Alucard..."
Alucard became suddenly aware of the Succubus Ishtar standing before him, invitingly, as if he had woken up from a dream and realized that it was actually real. He stopped to watch how the wings of the Succubus seemed to posses a mind of their own, opening and folding back at no pattern. Ishtar's body was one that humans would die and kill for, with her shapely figure, her long, auburn hair, her full breasts that were shamelessly exposed, the alluring black leather that she wore...
"I suspect that you wish to take vengeance upon me, demon." Alucard spoke deeply and angrily, breaking up his own thoughts. "You will find that I am not to be underestimated, however!" he tossed back his cloak and held his sword, pointing to her with the blade.
Ishtar simply brushed aside a few more strands of her long hair and chuckled. She spread out her arms, and a flock of bats came rushing seemingly out of nowhere. The bats all went behind her, lifting her into the air. She used them as a chair of some sorts, crossing her legs in a luxurious and teasing manner.
"You are right in some ways, son of Dracula." Ishtar said, smiling, stretching her arms back as she sat suspended in the air. "And in some ways, you are wrong." she rested her chin upon her hand comfortably. "Pah! I did not struggle to come back from the astral plane merely to kill you. I am not a creature of destruction."
"You devour mens' souls," said Alucard steadily, though the previous thoughts of her were coming back to him. "That is destruction enough!"
Ishtar floated only a fraction closer to Alucard. "That I do," she stated abruptly, "it is the way that I live. Is it wrong, to wish to live? I cannot help the way that I am..." her voice was playing tricks with Alucard's mind, causing him to shake his head in anger and confusion.
"Strike, if you will, son of the Devil's son. Watch me bleed, revel in it! For though you are a half, you are still a Vampire..." at this, Ishtar tilted her head, exposing the milky white skin of her long neck.
"My life if not due to the Dark Lord, and I am not like my father!" Alucard hissed in anger, holding the sword steadily.
"I will destroy you once again and this time, banish you forever!" he pushed his lustful thoughts aside and rushed toward the Succubus, sword raised to cleave. Ishtar merely sat there, regarding Alucard with deep interest. He was close enough now, and swung his sword toward her, a blow that would be able to sever the demon's pretty head from her white shoulders.
Ishtar, however, had other plans. How amusing, she thought, and smiled again.
Alucard found himself suddenly unable to move. His sword was a scant few inches from the Succubus's neck, and she had not flinched at all. She only stood there, watching him, a smile upon her beautiful lips.
"What... what have you done?" he managed to say. She had not used an ability like this last time they had battled. He was able to speak, yet unable to move the rest of his body at all. Strands of his white hair were in front of his face, partially obscuring his vision.
Ishtar spread her milky white arms again, and the bats that suspended her in the air separated from her and vanished into the multi-colored void that they came from. She stood up, and slowly yet teasingly walked toward Alucard, coming right in front of him.
"Yes, son of Dracula, I do wish vengeance upon you. But not the vengeance you think of. I am not all too concerned that you defeated me... and did not bother to hear my pleas." she added at the end, though not in harsh words.
"I have lived longer than you. My life has spanned countless centuries, though yours has only spanned three or so. In my life as a mortal, I have seen the rise and apparent fall of your father's rule, his harsh justice he dealt toward peasant and boyar alike. I have seen the still-living bodies of the impaled as they slowly slid down the stake, screaming in unbearable pain, the sharp wooden pole spearing through the anus and out of the mouth, destroying organs and muscle yet keeping the victim alive..."
"I have seen the traitor Radu the Handsome before his death at the hands of his brother, and before as the concubine of Sultan Mehmed. Minhea the Bad and Petru the Lame, I knew them while I was alive... for I was reborn into the demon world only a little while after Vlad became the Prince of it. When he was mortal, I saw him and served for him, somehow avoiding the painful, long death of the impaled, and upon hearing of his apparent death, killed myself in sorrow... until the day that I was reborn."
Ishtar chuckled, caressing her breasts, her canine teeth elongating into fangs which she licked with her tongue, fangs which vanished as quickly as they sprouted. "You are a mere boy, Alucard." her face was next to his now, the feeling of her lips upon the skin of his neck was warm.
"My... personal vengeance is not so painful," she said softly, her hands caressing his black armor. "In fact, I think that you will enjoy it very much..."
Chapter Two: Dark Desires
Ishtar stopped probing Alucard's black armor, and stepped back to face the front of him. His eyes were narrowed in anger, yet she could peer into his emotions and tell that they were turbulent, and contradicting his outer appearance.
Ah yes, she thought, he lusts as well.
With a wave of her hand, Ishtar caused Alucard's sword to drop from his hand and vanish into the swirling void. She then held up one hand to Alucard, and snapped her fingers.
"I have waited for a moment such as this, son of Dracula." she said, looking at him with lust in her eyes. "And you are all that I expected, and more..."
Alucard was able to move again, and fell to what was apparently the ground in this strange place. Yet he immediately caught the meaning of the Succubus's words. With the snap of her fingers, Ishtar had broken the paralysis spell... and removed him of all clothing. He stood up, naked, his long white hair trailing down his bare back, facing the demon who embodied dark love and lust.
Ishtar raised her eyebrows in wonder. She had had her fun with mere humans, but they were nothing compared to the Wampyr that she had now. Alucard was slender and muscular, his skin smooth and pale, as hers... and from what she saw between his legs, he was truly a man, not a boy as she had assumed earlier. She came up to Alucard, her hands locking into his, and kissed his lips fiercely and passionately. She felt his body twitch in protest, but her grip did not release him.
"You are not a boy, Alucard," she said with passion, breaking from her kiss, "but you are not yet a man. I shall make you a man... and take my personal vengeance upon you..."
She kissed him again, and this time Alucard did not protest. Her hands broke free of her grip, and explored her new prey, smoothly caressing his pale skin. From his fine hair to his broad chest, his arms and back she touched... and then her hands began to slowly probe lower, as Alucard's own began to caress her body. Her hand came to his thick member, which she began to stroke and caress softly, slowly, seductively...
"You are indeed one of the royal line, Alucard." she said to him, her hand still caressing his member. "I can only wait for you to use this on me, my love..." she smiled in satisfaction as she felt him harden in her soft hands. Ishtar heard him utter a moan, and felt his heartbeat quicken as his shaft became long, hard and wide in her palm. Her other hand was stroking Alucard's long, white hair, hair that she loved to feel in between her long fingers. His bumbling hands, not trained for a moment such as this, caressed her back and breast. Ishtar did not mind. Soon, he would learn the ways of pleasing her...
Ishtar pushed him to the floor, and they both lay there. She released her hand from his shaft, and once again kissed him fiercely on the lips. Alucard felt her tongue probing around his mouth, and his doing the same to hers. Ishtar broke from her kiss, her lips wet from his own. She smiled, a smile that made his breathing quicken and his pulse race. Without a word, Ishtar kissed his chest, moving downwards as she kissed, moving lower and lower...
Alucard let out a gasp as she reached her destination. All he could feel was the warmth of Ishtar's mouth, and he wished the feeling would never go away. Her lips caressed the smooth, silky shaft of his erection, and soon it vanished into her mouth. She sucked, her saliva leaving glistening trails on his penis, her tongue caressing the tip. Alucard's breathing had sped up, and he let his hands smoothly trail across Ishtar's long, auburn hair as she licked and sucked on his manhood. Her eyes were closed, and she moaned with pleasure. She ceased her sucking only to venture a fraction lower, her tongue licking his scrotum, and trailing up his shaft. She took both in the mouth, and gave Alucard such pleasure that he almost cried out. Her oral pleasuring lasted a long time, and she continued without tiring or protest. She took a brief break to rip part of her leather girdle, giving more freedom to her bosom. She took in her soft, warm hands Alucard's erection, and placed it in between her ample breasts. Then, she lowered her head and resumed her licking and sucking, the main shaft of his penis being stimulated by the movements of her soft breasts.
"Come, come, my darling..." Ishtar spoke as she preformed her act, a smile upon her lips as they sucked the tip of Alucard's erection. "I am ready for you... come..."
Alucard could not contain himself any longer. He let out a loud gasp, and released his load. Ishtar laughed as she felt his testicles tighten momentarily, knowing that he would let it go. She opened her eyes and mouth as the warm, sticky fluid gushed onto her face and chin, dripping onto her breasts and tongue. She giggled, swallowing what landed in her mouth, gathering what didn't in her hands. It took a while before his semen stopped flowing, pooling upon her breasts and face. Ishtar gathered up the juices of his love in her hands, cupping them to partake from her love. Her eyes were half closed as she drank, the warm come flowing down her throat. She gathered what was on her face by her fingers, licking each one of them dry, leaving not a single drop wasted. Alucard moaned in pleasure, watching the Succubus partake of his own, seeing her beautiful face covered in the juices of his lust, the sight of it bringing him to another climax. A large drop of come slowly made its way out of the tip on his circumsized penis, hanging before her face. With a smile, Ishtar lapped it up, sucking his tip and licking the glans to stimulate every last drop. Eventually, with a sigh, she let Alucard's limp member slide out of her mouth, and he fell on his back, exhausted and spent.
But Ishtar was not over. She knew of Alucard's abilities by now, and knew that he would be ready to give her more of his fluid in little time.
But she herself wanted him to partake of her now.
"I will give myself unto you," Ishtar said seductively, standing up from her fellating position, and with a wave of her hands, her clothing, the come-stained leather and lace that she wore, vanished. Alucard stared in wonder at her perfect body. The curve of her hips and breasts, her fully outstretched demon wings, her uncovered, milky white legs, her long hair that flowed down her back and breasts, the shaven patch of hair right before the unseen between of her legs...
The unseen where one of her hands ventured, her fingers reaching between, making her moan. She pulled back her fingers, slick with her own fluids, and licked them clean. She lay back, unprotesting, as Alucard made his way to her on his hands and feet.
"Satisfy me, Alucard." she whispered passionately, her demon wings folding and unfolding as her own pulse quickened, grabbing him down and kissing his lips. "pleasure me as I pleasured you..."
Alucard could not contain his desires. His hands cupped and caressed her breasts, teasing the nipples with his fingertips. Ishtar sighed in pleasure and longing, and Alucard brought them to his mouth, licking them, his tongue teasing her now hardened nipples. He slowly ventured lower, as she did with him, his strong hands exploring her lovely body. Ishtar moaned as his chin brushed her soft patch of hair, and gasped as his mouth found her vagina. He let his tongue explore the inner recesses of the between, licking the sides, kissing the outer labia. Ishtar cried out in pleasure, pleasure that she had not felt in countless centuries since her first sexual experience. She placed her hands on Alucard's head, clutching his fine white hair, begging him to continue and not stop, her hips bucking the whole while.
"My love, my love, my love..." she said again and again in a lustful whisper. "Ooh, yes... mmmm... Alucard, my passion and desire... all flow for you..."
Ishtar gasped again as Alucard licked and stimulated her sex, kissing and probing the insides of her. Her feelings of pleasure reached their climax, and with a cry she softly yet gently pushed Alucard's head away from between her legs, slick with her own come, and she sighed in pleasure. She smiled up at him, licking her lips slowly, a smile that he returned to her. Her hands once again ventured down, cupping the limp shaft in her hands, breathing onto it, stroking it. She knew how to bring a man back to his full vitality. And sure enough, her foreplay made his cock harden in her hands, stretching out and wide in her palms. She reached for his neck and kissed him on the lips and neck, breathing hard, both their bodies bathed in sweat and mingled juices of their love.
"One more time, I need to bathe myself in you... feel your warm ambrosia pour onto my skin..."
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It seemed to have lasted for hours on end. Alucard could not tell how much time had passed through their exchanges of oral pleasure. He was lying back, Ishtar's naked body resting upon his own, her demon wings folded, her eyes mere slits. The color-swirling void about them went on ceaselessly, oblivious to their acts of carnal gymnastics. Alucard had experienced what was certainly one of the most interesting and mutually beneficial acts in his long life. However, his emotions once again grew chaotic. Part of him knew that he was being used, humiliated, and it wished to tear into the demoness's neck and suck her lifeblood dry. Yet part of him knew that she had longed to do this to him, and waited to do even more to him... and it wished to continue on, to hold her near, to satisfy her lustful desires as she did his own...
Ishtar's eyes opened, as if aware of Alucard's turbulent mind. She smiled, raising her head from his chest, her breasts resting upon it now. Her wings unfolded and spread out wide, as if stretching.
"Never before have I been lucky enough to nearly satisfy a Wampyr... and certainly not one of lineage as yourself. Not even in my life as a mortal have I been able to satisfy and be satisfied by the desires of one from the family Dracul..." she said, her long hair falling onto his body. "I had to rest shortly, for you have given me more fun than I have had in countless centuries."
Alucard was silent, his brooding cut short, looking into her deep, silvery eyes, eyes that seemed to peer right through him and into all of his secrets. He stroked her face with his hand, feeling the texture of her hair as well. It had happened all too fast... yet he enjoyed every minute of it. And he knew that the best part awaited him soon, and he sighed. Ishtar felt him stiffen, pushing against her thigh. She kissed him, a kiss that was returned to her, and admired the silky smooth skin of his erection, his organ spearing forth, daring her to touch, to kiss, to suck, to consumate their lusts...
Ishtar went down all all fours, bending over the body of her prey. She tossed aside several long strands of her hair, peering with her almond-shaped eyes at Alucard. Her breathing was steady, and he watched as with each breath, her breasts rose and fell slowly, her stomach muscles tensing and releasing.
"Is this... your vengeance?" Alucard said softly, his blood rushing, wanting to edge away but more so wanting to take her in his arms and let the animal instincts take over. Ishtar's wings were outstretched, slowly fanning the two of them.
"My personal vengeance, Alucard." she said in her alluring voice. "By loving you, you bend to my will and command. You know you could kill me, but you cannot. You will not." she smiled, her tongue licking her lips. "You are mine, Alucard..."
The two of their bodies pressed against each other, their lips locked in kiss, themselves ready to love. Ishtar's eyes were closed, and she gasped as Alucard made his way into her, penetrating her. His penis slid with ease into her, making him gasp as she did. Ishtar moaned, throwing her head back, impaling herself onto Alucard. Her hips moved in the ancient dance, the one she was accustomed to, the one she lived for...
Alucard clenched his teeth, his eyes closed, his hands gripping Ishtar's ass. He was lost in his feelings and desires as he thrusted and released his hips, his shaft sliding in and out of her. His hands wandered up to her wings, stroking the leathery membranes. Her wings he gripped, causing Ishtar to giggle as she pushed against his body. She raised the upper half of her body, stretching her arms up, ceaselessly continuing her dance. Alucard's hands trailed from her wings to her breasts, cupping them in his hands, raising himself to her chest. He licked at her breasts, and she cried out, arching her back in a cat-like manner, her nails scratching across his back, leaving thin trails of blood in their wake. The combination of pleasure and pain made Alucard gasp, and he held her tightly as they succumbed to their carnal desires.
"Alucard... oooh don't stop..." Ishtar spoke between gasps, her eyes opened halfway. "more, more more... yes... you are mine, Alucard..." she bent her head down to lick his ear and neck, breathing hard, her saliva leaving wet trails. She reveled in the thought of his huge member, entering and exiting her, wet with her juices, ready to burst with warm come into her body...
How long they preformed the act was uncertain. Both of them only knew that they didn't want to stop, only wanted to please each other more and more. But, like all good things, they would soon come to an end.
"Ishtar..." Alucard whispered the Succubus's name into her ear. His penis penetrated her slower now, and her legs were spread wide for him. Ishtar still sat atop his lap, clutching at his back, moaning and gasping with pleasure. She felt it, the time of their climax arriving, as she felt his penis inside of her. She would come, the experience that never tired her, the experience that she lived for. He would come as well, reaching his climax, his fluids entering her body. Ishtar longed for it... and both of them felt it...
Alucard grunted as he came, gripping Ishtar's body against his. She cried out, coming, reveling in the feeling, her come spilling onto their legs. Their fluids intermingled, and his semen flowed into her. She separated from his body, his penis sliding out of her, venturing downward. As his penis still gushed forth semen, Ishtar licked it up, letting it spill onto her tongue and slide down her throat, licking the tip of his manhood for more. Alucard soon was spent again, his body wracked in orgasm. Still she licked and sucked for more, not stopping until her hunger was satiated. Gathering come in her soft hands, she spread it over her breasts and arms, licking it off of herself as more dripped onto her face, cleaning herself off as a cat would, until Alucard's flow stopped, and his cock turned limp as he lay on his back.
Ishtar had her fill, her body tingling from orgasm, and crawled up to rest on Alucard, their bodies bathed in sweat and come, their breathing heavy. They lay there, resting, physically and mentally exhausted from the sexual ordeal.
"So my revenge is complete," Ishtar said softly, her head resting upon Alucard's chest. "I love you, my Wampyr... you gave me more pleasure than anyone I had the opportunity to love in centuries."
"But are so completely satisfied?" Alucard asked, stroking her hair. "Do you not also yearn for my life force, my soul? Will you take it... and will I not protest? Even I do not know they answer for me..."
Ishtar only responded with a smile, and kissed his chest. "Your soul is so strong... how I would love to devour it and make you eternally mine..." she mused, licking across his skin. "But I know of you more than you think, Alucard. Your mission, your destiny, your life will be in vain if I do so. Though I have lived during the Tsepesh reign, I will sit through the end of its eternal ruler as I had when the Belmont and you had vanquished him centuries before. I am not one to meddle with such affairs..." she said with a grin. "and you pleased me so much that I may decide to visit you once... or twice... or more.. again." The colorful miasma that they were in was beginning to wane. She faced him, their eyes gazing into each other, her lips curved in smile.
"Farewell, my love... for now..."
* * * * *
Darkness.
Alucard awoke with a gasp, sweating, shivering, sprawled inside the coffin of slumber. With a command, the coffin opened, and he fell out of it to the hard floor with a clank. His armor was cold, the floor was cold, the entire air of the castle was cold, yet Alucard still felt the hot blood running through his veins. Light from the castle filled his vision. He knelt there on the floor, thinking, remembering, reliving...
"Ishtar..." he spoke her name. "I will not forget you... or what you have done. Yet I am not one who can love... not yet. I have other matters... ones of life and death. I came to this castle to settle those matters once and for all, and do that I shall. Until that is done with, I must not--I will not let this happen to me again."
He stood up, his energy returning to him. His sword was at his side, as always, and his cloak around his shoulders, connected by the thick chain. In moments, he was revitalized completely, and ready to continue his mission, his journey through the labyrinth of Castlevania.
"As you said, Ishtar," he spoke, not knowing if she would hear him or not. "Farewell... for now..." and with that, Alucard left the room, and vanished into the shadows of the eternal night of the castle.
The Succubus, the unseen Maiden of the Dark, heard his last reply, and acknowledged it with a smile. My love, we shall meet again, that I promise...
FIN