Vlad The Impaler (VAMPIRE-ELF)

26. Promises, promises

This chapter is available in a smuttier adult version completely 18+ in the subsidiary book called Vlad the Impaler Adult Chapters which you'll find on my profile but I'll have to warn you that it's heavily unedited and reading this one is probably better.

IMPORTANT: I need a little help. I have edited this chapter and I need a little help. To those who can, may you please read the boat scene towards the end and tell me if it's too graphic and mature? I've personally never been an innocent person so I never know when I'm overstepping boundaries.

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"I don't know what to wear," Erinna said to Dracula, coming back into the bedroom after a rejuvenating evening shower.

Following their ride, they had returned to the castle so that she could change and they would go back to the human village again where she needed to continue healing those affected by the plague .

His eyes roamed up and down her figure, making her feel naked in the flimsy dressing gown she had on. It was a bit short but should have been decent yet his eyes were making her feel as if she had walked in there naked.

"You'll look beautiful in anything," he said.

Or nothing, his eyes seemed to convey. After the one thousand times he had complimented her, she still managed to blush. She shivered and turned to her closet.

"Does that mean I won't have to listen to you complain about how inappropriate the dress is?" She asked, opening the doors, knowing he was very particular about what she wore outdoors.

"We'll see Countess. "

At least she no longer had to deal with maids at every turn trying to dress her up or do her hair or help her bath as if she didn't have hands. This was the one privilege he had finally conceded to, allowing her to choose her own clothes.

It was a small step but nevertheless, one step closer to autonomy. Erinna chose gowns that seemed suitable for outdoors but was hugely disappointed to realise that like most of the clothing her wardrobe, it enhanced her bosom; leaving the crests of her breasts indecently exposed.

She was coming to think that it was mostly her own full breasts rather than the cutting of the dresses that enhanced her cleavage so much.

It was embarrassing at times, especially when Vlad noticed. Noticed and appreciated. He made sure she knew he was looking, and much to her own mortification, she actually liked the way his eyes seemed to devour her in the one searing gaze.

But still, she wasn't used to such revealing clothes, or maybe it was just the way he looked at her that made her feel like she had forgotten to put on some item of clothing.

With a sigh, Erinna discarded the dress and went for another one.

The second dress also had the cursed inbuilt corset that uplifted her already upthrust bosom.

Knowing Vlad would certainly have objections about this dress but knowing all the others would be no different, Erinna gave up hunting for something modest and decided he woud just have to deal. It was not like she was comfortable with walking around in such a provocative dress either.

The gown followed the indented curve of her waist and hips then flared out, almost reaching her feet. The design complemented her and would have been wonderful if not for how exposed she felt in the chest area. Maybe she would find a cape.

With that thought, Erinna combed her hair and let it flow past her shoulders down to her back.

"Hell no," Vlad said the moment he set eyes on her.