Portrait of Rapture (Castlevania) Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Chapter 2: Whip's Memory

Charlotte blinked. She saw Jonathan and then she was in a room with Brauner. The new self-styled Dark Lord was sitting on a chair smiling surrounded by opulent decorations, the walls adorned with paintings and so many fine vases. Not a throne and he was not Dracula. But she knew that alone with him and his daughter, she was in trouble.

“What do you want with me?”

His smile didn't diminish one bit. He rose up and moved to her. At his mercy, she took in just how much tall he was compared to her. “I will spare your comrade's life. I will grant you happiness. All you have to do is to abandon your journey.”

“I won't do that.”

“Then let me sweeten the deal. You will get to comfort my daughters.”

She didn’t know how that would begin to sweeten the deal. And there was a far more pressing issue at hand. “They aren't your daughters and you know it!”

Loretta chuckled from behind her. “She always says such nonsense, father.” She put her hands all through Charlotte's hair, playing with it, and then sniffed her. “A shame really. She smells so nice. Clearly this one has good taste.” She breathed on her neck and kissed it.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping you relax. It must have been far too long since you've had any genuine attention. Or...” She breathed on her. “Have you and that boy done anything yet?”

She blushed. “What...what does that have to do with anything?”

“Because if you won't take him, then I will.”

Loretta kissed her neck again and moaned deeply. Charlotte was frozen and looked back at her in disgust. Loretta was just brushing her lips on her skin and just faintly grazed her fangs on her skin when Charlotte yelled “Get your hands off me!” She pushed her back hard.

“Ow, she hurt me!” Loretta whined. “She has an attitude!”

“Yes she does,” Brauner said. “Worry not my child. I will silence her quick.”

Before she knew it, Loretta’s hands were on her shoulders, holding her in place. Charlotte moved to shake her off again, but then Brauner was rushing at her. She made to squirm, to fight back, to do anything than let him send her to the other side.

And then his fangs were in her neck. Charlotte screamed in anger, her whole was paralyzed, she knew exactly what was going to happen. She summoned all her strength to fight him, to try and cast one of her spells. But his needle like incisors had sapped away all of her strength.

Then as he dug his fangs deeper, she was hit with a stranger feeling. A warmth like a spring morning was bubbling up in her chest, and a hot wetness formed in her panties. She still tried to fight him, but the erotic sensations she couldn’t begin to understand were flooding her mind. She thought of Jonathan, Eric, her journey to destroy this castle and the demon scourge. And then just like that, they were gone forever.

She slumped to her knees before him. The pain in her neck was fading, replaced with a tingling feeling she didn’t want to go away. The blood was still oozing out the two holes, but she didn’t register any of that. All she could see was her new keeper, her new home.

“What...what do you wish of me my master?”

“Your husband,” he said. He dropped his pants, revealing his penis. Brauner was a gaunt, pale creature even compared to other vampire kind, but at that moment, his penis was standing up, red and hard. “Prove to me your new allegiance.”

“Yes…” she said. Walking closer to him on her knees, she closed her eyes and took his phallus into her mouth.

The vampire hissed from her mouth working him. She was not a vampire yet, but her mind was already changing from his curse. She was under his spell. Soon, she would be under his body.

She was only using her mouth, moving her tongue fast and all over his prick to pleasure him. It was nothing like the practiced technique of the succubi roaming the castle he had long since bent to his will. Yet a pup like this one was clearly unknown to men. That didn’t bother him at all, the enthusiasm of one so inexperienced was novel after getting so expertly pleasure time after time.

She had to take his cock out of her mouth to breathe. She was staring at it, her mouth hanging out. Her body betrayed none of the physical transformation of a vampire. She was not feeling the telltale bloodlust of one either. But that look in her eyes, there was definitely another sort of craving going on.

She closed her eyes and started working him again. This time she put a little more effort into it, moving her head back and forth. His cock was as large as the rest of him and she couldn't begin to nearly fit him totally inside of her mouth. But she started bobbing her head back and forth, sucking him off like she meant it.

Her nipples were getting hard beneath her uniform. Traveling alongside Jonathan, having him fight for her and her in turn, she had gotten hot and bothered watching him several times. She had flared with jealousy when the demon queen Astarte charmed him with her magic. After this journey, she had wanted to explore her feelings with him beyond just being a sparring partner. She had fantasized about him, craved him and never having had a boy before, wanted him to enter her. Now it was this pale gaunt creature which held her fascination.

She wasn't sucking Brauner off quite like he would have wanted yet, but she was improving. He patted her head in approval as she kept on going down on him. More than her awkward technique or even that wanton energy on her part, it was the thrill of dominating the young witch that was getting him off now.

Her tongue flicked the opening of his penis just right. He grit his teeth as he was suddenly pushed to an orgasm, blowing his load right inside of her mouth. Even under his spell, Charlotte was unprepared for his climax bursting on her tongue. It wasn't just all the cum filling up her mouth, it was also the enormous meat throbbing inside of her mouth. She had to take his dick out for her convenience and she was rewarded with several more blasts of semen on her face. It was so thick and hot on her face, dripping down.

She sat there, stunned. She had never had anyone blow their load on her before. Charlotte was still under his control but still didn't know what she should have done.

“Eat it all,” he said.

She did as he instructed her to. She wiped off what she could off her face and took it into her mouth, swallowing every bit. While she was doing so, his spooge was still dripping off her face and down onto the floor. Once she was done with her face, there was still a shiny sheen of cum on her skin. So devoted to him now was she that she actually began taking the jizz off the floor and eating it.

It amused him to see her like that. But he reached down and cupped her chin. His bulbous pale features were not captivating, there were others in the undead hierarchy who could truly be called that despite their fiendish natures. Walter Bernhardt, Carmilla, and Dracula himself. Yet the spell had encased itself fully around her mind and she could not look away.

“What else does my...husband require of me?”

“Your maidenhood.” She nodded and stood up before him. He took her hand and walked back with her to the couch he had been sitting on. Sitting down, he lifted up her skirt. He could see the wetness in her panties. Grinning, he took his large and spidery pale hands and slowly pulled them down her shapely legs until they were down to her ankles. He ran his hands up her legs, saw her vagina already shining with juices and saw that she was getting even wetter the more he caressed her.

Brauner grabbed her hips and brought her onto his naked lap. He could feel the heat of her vagina on his penis. He had just climaxed but his stamina was far from exhausted.

Charlotte was holding onto his shoulders. The transformation was still only beginning with her. If this girl really was a virgin, then he would relish in taking her innocence while she was still within that in between stage. He unbuttoned the front of her shirt, revealing her small breasts.

She looked away from him bashfully. How cute, he thought to himself. He kneaded her breasts, felt the heat in them, and she whined a little. His large pale hands were able to knead each of her tits wholly in his grasp Moving his hands back down to her hips, he gripped her and then he slammed her down onto his cock.

Her penis stabbed all the way to the end of her vagina. She weakly clung to him even harder, it was so intense that she barely felt his prick pierce her hymen. It was lodged all the way inside of her vagina.

And it was about to get a whole lot worse. Still holding her, he began moving her up and down on his prick. She still held onto him, but her tightness wasn't just a sign of her finally having her first man. He could feel her squeezing onto him, her wetness.

Nor did he have to move her himself for very long. She wasn't fucking him the way he liked just yet, but as she had done with her fellatio, so too did she show initiative when it came to fucking him for real. It was slow and it was awkward and he was enjoying himself immeasurably.

Yet he was not content to let her work him on her own like when she had first sucked him off. He felt up her breasts again and grabbing onto them, sank his fingers into her soft flesh. She winced from it, his hands were already big enough on their own, his palms were moving her erect nipples all over the place and he felt them growing harder in his grasp. With the way he was clutching her chest, his nails were biting into her skin. But she kept on riding him, her love cries becoming louder and louder.

Loretta was getting wet watching it. She had meant to have something of Charlotte for herself, but the sight of her so-called father fucking the young girl like a beast was getting her off more than she could ever have herself. She remembered Jonathan and wondered if she should help her sister contain him.

Just as she had that thought, Charlotte screamed as Brauner blew his second load, this time inside her cunt. Her cries started out as the witch she had come here as, weak and pathetic as if she was being slain by any one of the many monsters in the castle. But as he kept on emptying his sack inside of her, her moans became deeper and darker. No longer was she just weakly riding him but now she actively rode him like a champ in their joined ecstasy.

Loretta vanished in a flash of red light to join in on Jonathan and Stella. Charlotte looked down at Brauner. Unlike his daughters, both of her eyes were now bloodred. That sight pleased him.

The two lovers kissed each other, the sounds of their lips and tongues loud in the silence after all that sex. His penis was just emptying the last of it's cum. But he was not finished yet.

He surprised her when he lifted her off him and spun her around. Despite what kind of transformation she had undergone, she had still only just lost her virginity and was still new to his kind of thing. With her back in front of his face, he sank his cock right back into her cummy snatch.

Brauner was plowing her pussy again. No longer the innocent little girl she once was, she moved herself on top of him with far more speed and power. She seemed to be almost laughing in her moans.

His fingers found her nipples and began tweaking them to his liking. She threw her head back against his shoulder. Her hair fell down onto him. He looked at her neck. The two holes he bit into her were still bleeding.

He moved his mouth to the marks and began sucking on them with his tongue. Already in the heights of ecstasy, Charlotte hooked her arms around his great pale head and bucked herself on harder. His mouth sucking her bite marks again, his hands destroying her nipples, and his dick rocking her pussy, she was in heaven.

She came first this time. But his stamina was far stronger than hers and he kept on pumping inside of her. She was clinging to him now and hollered loudly like no innocent maiden but the monster she was becoming. She reveled in it, needed it.

He shot another nut inside of her, and she sighed deeply in unholy satisfaction. His dick was still buried deep inside of her, his cum was oozing out of her and onto him. And he craved something new from her.

He pushed her down so that her hands were on the floor with her ass right in front of his face. Her legs were still on the couch straddled around him. Grabbing her hips again, he sank his drilled his dick right inside of her pure asshole.

Her red eyes bugged out from the intensity of his pecker inside her rectum. After having had her mouth and her pussy, he wanted it now more than ever. He thrust inside of her with a renewed speed. Charlotte could only sit there and take it. Even with him holding onto her hips, she had to hold onto the floor to keep herself steady with the pounding of the dick inside her asshole.

Her moans were becoming helpless once more. It spawned something new inside of Brauner. This vampire had plans of having his vengeance upon humanity for robbing him of his family. Yet the only dark fire inside of him was for the young girl right in front of him.

As Charlotte was screaming, she snapped her head back. There was a sharp pain inside her mouth, something sharp. Then it was over and she was filled with a moment of triumph. She smiled, feeling her fangs set in.

No longer unused to the ecstasy inside her, she moved her hips back against him. It wasn't very eloquent, but she didn't care, she was his fuck toy now. The both of them moved again and again, faster and faster.

Finally Brauner creamed himself inside her asshole. Charlotte's tongue hung open in a cruel smile as she relished in the feeling. He pulled out of her, a long stringy trail of slime between his dick and her asshole.

She moved her legs onto the floor and hung her head back, sighing.

“Clean me off,” he said.

She turned around and obeying him completely, took his cock inside of her mouth. As she went down on him, she looked up at him. Her red eyes were locked with his, and she moaned deeply as she went down on him. No longer unknown to men, she moved her head fast, feeling him grow hard once more. The taste of her juices and his, it was just too much. Then she took it out of her mouth and looked at it once more.

***

So much had changed since then. With no real opposition to his forces in the mortal realm let alone an heir to the whip, Brauner's forces had succeeded in conquering the earth. And he had two new trophies to signal his victory too.

Jonathan was chained just outside the throne room. In a twist of fate, Dracula and Death had been banished from the castle. A new Dark Lord now reigned and there was no going back. With everything lost, Eric passed on to the afterlife. Jonathan only wished he could be so lucky.

The sisters had just had their way with him. Still a mortal, he would age and watch the world fall further into ruin and he would die as much as he lived, seeing only darkness. He had failed everyone.

He watched Charlotte ascend the stairway to meet him. Her transformation was complete, her skin was a pale blue like the sisters, and there was an evil light on her beautiful features. He wished he had got to tell her how he truly felt, to protect her from everything.

Now it was all gone.

“Charlotte...Charlotte please! You have to remember who you are! You have to remember what we were! Our mission!”

She smiled at him. Even in her current state, she was still as breathtaking as before, and no matter how much she had changed, he could see the girl he had fallen for so long ago. She knelt before him and looked him in the eyes. He hoped this time she would remember.

But she hadn't before in the many times he had pleaded to her and she didn't now. She gave him a kiss, full of passion and cruelty, and it made his heart sing and his body rush with excitement and it broke his soul more than he could bear. Then she stood up again and went into the throne room. Soon he would hear her cries of ecstasy again.