Lady Dimitrescu's New Vintage - A Resident Evil Village Erotica

Chapter Three - Cassandra's Macabre Tastes

Castle Dimitrescu, for all it's grandeur, had many of it's lower levels dedicated to a series of dungeons and wine cellars; both of which played host to the macabre and sadistic practices that earned Countess Alcina Dimitrescu her fortune.

Decades of pain permeated the heavy air in those stygian depths, with only sparse candle light to cast any illumination on the malicious tools of the Lady's trade that inflicted it all.

Lady Dimitrescu busied herself in those depths now, meditating on the exquisite pain that she believed sweetened her wines. When her prey were at the edge of their sanity's limits... blood racing through their veins as their flight-or-flight responses wreaked havoc with their endocrine systems... flooding their life blood with a heady cocktail of adrenaline and cortisol; that was when the yield was sweetest.

It was akin to the finest meat seasoning itself, and more than once the Lady had had to resist taking the blood all for herself, leaving none for the wine. Her discipline was honed from decades in the craft, and she prided herself on her ability to control her thirst.

As she meditated on pain, she meditated on the acts of pleasure that had transpired in her dungeon only hours before. Before the man-thing had intruded, she had spent many evenings musing on the nature of pleasure nd pain, gazing idly into the blue Winter twilight of the woods surrounding her Castle, cigarette and wine in hand.

If pain was simply an extremely concentrated form of pleasure, then surely pleasure would have a place in the wine-making process too? The cocktail of hormones released during acts of sex would most surely lend a unique new bouquet to her wines.

If blood was the liquid that contained the life essence of men, then surely the liquid that creates life would contain a potency all of it's own? And if the two were combined?...

She had considered what sort of human would provide the best material to work with, and had concluded that only a man-thing comparable to a bull among his kind would suffice. Only a specimen with the greatest health, virility and capacity for extended breeding would provide the essence of the desired quality. Like the blood that made it's way into her wines, only the best and healthiest would do.

And so, Project Essentia Taurus was born; Essence of the Bull. And, promptly shelved, as the captured men the Ladies of the castle found rarely came close to the necessary quality.

That was until the hapless man-thing currently strung up in the dungeon had made a foolhardy attempt to infiltrate the castle. He had proven to be exceedingly virile, a veritable slab of testosterone, strength, and pure breeding power. Even though he was a filthy man-thing from the outside world – nothing more than cattle in the eyes of the Dimitrescu women – she had noticed her daughters having just a bit too much fun when they were extracting his essence. She would have to ensure they maintained discipline.

It was his essence that she mulled over now, as she extracted it by the syringe-full, and added it to a multitude of wines in varying amounts.

She had developed a special form of the mold virus specifically designed to speed up the fermentation process, without affecting the flavour of the final product. This allowed her to rapidly create batches of wine to be shipped and marketed without having to wait for each barrel to mature naturally. Of course, if her expectations were right, the demand for Essentia Taurus would be quite unlike anything they had sold before, and so the supply would have to be consistent.