Darak 7- Night of Nosferatu

7

Eating some chicken and rice with a mug of cold beer, Darak was met with friendly smiles.

Sitting by him was the beautiful lady, Matilda. Freshly showered and wearing a new dress which matched her complexion perfectly. She had her hand on his beefy arm the entire night. "You rescued that guy. How heroic. How very nice." She spoke as she drunkenly finished her bottle of wine.

"Darak did, yes. Pretty lady." He smirked.

"I doubt my old boss is gonna be bothering me anymore. You may have taught him a lesson he deserved. The little shit." She laughed as she ever so carefully maneuvered herself to the minotaur's lap. Not many a man could handle a woman of her size right on top of him with such ease and strength. "My, you're strong. I'll admit I've never sat on a lap before without a man complaining of broken bones!" She wrapped her arms around his mighty neck and kissed his cheek. A simple kiss turned into a night of fun.

"Fuck! Yes! Yes!" she yelled up into the light blue eyes of the minotaur.

Darak thrusted upon Matilda, blankets to their bed fell to the floor.

Her legs were spread, sweat poured down her back and arms. The mattress became soaked in both beast and human fluid.

The minotaur looked down at the woman smiling up at him, his hands pressed into her large hips.

His appendage fully erected at 13 inches.

Matilda was in pain. Pleasurable, erotic pain. She knew this night was one she'd never forget for as long as she lived.

Matilda and Darak snuggle one another after their half hour of bedroom fun, blankets off and both nude.

The minotaur pointed to the scar on her cheek. "Why?" he asked simply, voice hoarse.

"Some men aren't as kind as you, Darak." She held his hand as he traced the wound with a single finger. "Some don't care what I want. Some wanna see me hurt. And to them, that's erotic." She frowned and paused a moment. "Thank you. This was a lot of fun."

Darak gave her a hefty amount of coin before checking in on Alan.

***

Exiting one of the rooms, the minotaur saw the rows of wooden bedrooms. Various knights lived up here. Directly beneath him was the tavern. The inn was all upstairs and clean and free of alcohol. Unless someone snuck some in, of course.

The floor creaked as he made his way to the last door, he knocked. Alan didn't answer. He knocked again. No answer. He gripped the doorknob, twisted it and broke it from its hinges. The lock fell with a clack on the hard floor.

He gasped as he gazed at what was in this dark room. Count Orlock stood over Alan's bed, long fingers slowly reaching for the sleeping human.

Running at the vampire, Darak tackled him yet again. Alan woke with a yell and raced to a corner of the inn.

Dawn would approach. Even now the sun was turning from black to dark blue.

Orlock yelled and struggled under the beasts' weight as he pounded his fist into his face. Orlock would've disappeared again, but he wanted the flesh of Alan oh so badly. He knew this was his last chance.

From a loose floorboard, Darak removed a nail from the floor and jammed it into Orlock's eye. The creature screeched in pain.

Sun light was slowly entering the room.

As Darak kept Orlock pinned to the floor, the vampire's flesh began to melt and burn. A sizzling sound and screams became louder and louder. Darak leaped up and stepped back. The sun was now bright, gold rays bounced from the window and into the room. Bathing it in a heavenly glow.

Orlock tried to stand, but his dripping flesh and muscle kept him from doing so.

Alan ran to Darak, hugging him in pure terror.

Orlock burned by the heat of the sun. Flesh and body melted into a gooey puddle.

Everyone from the bar raced up to Alan's room to see what all the ruckus was.

"The vampire! Is he... dead?" asked one of the children in the back of the huge crowd.

"Yup." Darak spoke simply, rubbing Alan's back.

"Yet again, you're a hero, Darak. You've vanquished a great evil from this town." The bartender spoke with a happy sigh.

"Okay." Darak spoke simply yet again with a broad smile.