Dominated by Vladislaus Dracula

Some Van Helsing erotica!  Features knotting, BDSM, and transformation. :3

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 “Ah, Gabriel.”
Van Helsing whirled around, putting his hand on his holster.  Vladislaus Dracula was standing at his open window, a kind smile on his face.
“You’re here again,” Van Helsing said, frowning.  “Why do you keep coming back?”
“Because I care about you, Gabriel,” the vampire said, walking forward, “more than I can properly express.”  He stopped a few steps away from the vampire hunter.  “Do you care about me too?”
Van Helsing looked away, but said nothing.
Dracula put a hand underneath the vampire hunter’s chin.  “Do you remember this, from the old days?” he whispered.
“I don’t remember the old days,” Van Helsing snapped.  “I can’t trust you.”
“Are you sure about that?”
Gabriel let the vampire guide his face so he was looking in Dracula’s eyes, and the two lingered there for a long moment.  Then they both dove in for a kiss, hungrily smooching, not stopping as their lips pressed against each other as if their lives were depending on it.
“So,” Dracula said when they finally parted, “you want this too, then?”
“I do,” Van Helsing admitted, putting his hand on the vampire’s chest.  “Some part of me is calling me to you. . . I want to answer that call.”
“Then strip.”
The vampire hunter raised an eyebrow.  “So forward.”  But he did not disobey; Van Helsing backed up a few steps until he was standing next to the bed, and then he began.
Dracula watched in delight as the vampire hunter removed his clothing: first that famous hat came off of his head, placed onto the dresser, then the jacket and belt were dutifully removed, the gun and holster coming off with it.  Van Helsing teased the vampire with his vest, giving steady eye contact while removing the buttons one by one.  Dracula smiled.  /Oh, he is definitely going to pay for that./
Finally, the vest hit the floor.  Gabriel took off his turtleneck shirt, revealing the bulging muscles and hairy chest.  And finally, the prize of it all: he removed his pants and undergarmets, and showed off a nicely-sized member underneath.
“Good boy,” Dracula said, licking his lips in anticipation.  He reached into his pocket, and took out a long string of bondage rope.  “Do you like being knotted?”
“In more ways than one,” Van Helsing said.
“Oh really?”  The vampire smiled.  “Well, I’ll have to please you, then.  For now, let’s get you tied up.”
He guided Gabriel to lie down on the bed, his ass facing up.  Then the bondage began.
The vampire tied Van Helsing up shibari style, guiding the rope so that it restrained his hands behind his back, and then using it to highlight the hunter’s beautiful chest.  Knot by knot, Gabriel was restrained by the vampire, and when it was finished, Dracula took a few steps back to admire his work.
“Beautiful,” the vampire murmured, staring down at Gabriel.  “Ah, we did this so much back in the old days.”
“Can’t say I remember that,” Van Helsing said.
“But you like it now, don’t you?”
“. . . I do.”
“Good.”  Dracula smiled.  Then, he shifted into his monster form.
Toothpick-like teeth pricked out of his mouth as the transformation began.  His skin flushed white and expanded, until it ripped out of his clothing, showing off his bulging cock.  Finally, bat-like wings spread from behind the beast, then settled onto his back.
Van Helsing instinctively started to struggle, feeling he had been trapped and tricked!  But then he saw the eyes of Dracula, and relaxed in his bonds.  He could trust those eyes.  He was safe.
“Don’t be afraid,” the vampire said, his voice guttural, primal.  “In fact, I’d like to see your other form.  Good thing the full moon is rising. . .”
At that moment, the sun set under the horizon, and the moon began to glow.  Van Helsing let out a howl, and began to transform.
Fur burst up out of his human skin, until said skin was nothing more than a shell to crack out of for his true self to awaken.  A snout sprouted from his face, and razor-sharp teeth emerge from his maw.  Even as the vampire hunter transformed, the rope held, much to his surprise.  Perhaps Dracula had done this before, and knew just how to maintain pressure when forms shifted.
“Good, good,” Dracula said, watching the transformation finish.  He smiled—now the true fun could begin.  “You will call me master from now on.  Understand, beast?”
“Yes,” Van Helsing said, his voice a growl.
“Yes what, boy?!” Dracula snapped.
“Yes, master.”
“Good.”  The vampire smiled, watching as his former nemesis looked up at him.  “Very good.”
He sat behind Van Helsing and stroked his beautiful ass, feeling the werewolf twitch beneath his touch.  “I should have given you a muzzle, big boy,” Dracula said, leaning to whisper into Gabriel’s ear.
“Not too late, you know,” Van Helsing sneered.
The vampire laughed.  “Defiant.  But not for long.  I’m going to whip that right out of you.”
He reached into his ripped coat, and pulled out a short riding crop.  Dracula felt the familiar instrument in his hands, and then brought it to Van Helsing’s ass, stroking gently.  The vampire hunter gasped in new arousal—he was new to the instrument, but it felt so familiar, so /inviting/. . .
“Remember this, do you Gabriel?”  The vampire chuckled.  “We always played with this toy.  I think you’ll find it to be quite a treat.”  He smirked.  “You might want to hold your breath. . .”
Van Helsing did so, waiting in anticipation for the strike.  It still came down unexpectedly, striking his asscheek hard and fast, making him cry out in pain and pleasure.  “More~?” Dracula asked sweetly.
“Oh yes,” Gabriel gasped.  “Please!”
“Please /who/?”
“Please, master!”
The vampire laughed.  “Very well.”
He gave Van Helsing the whipping of a lifetime, hitting his ass in steady increments.  Sometimes the strikes would be quick and fast, rapidly succeeding one another and bringing the vampire hunter to his limits.  Other times, they would be spread out, anticipated one by one as they slowly came down from the riding crop.  Once in a while, the crop would come down, and then Dracula would give a long pause, as if that was all he had to give.  But then the strikes would begin again in earnest, and they would be back in business.
Finally, the hits began to slow, and they stopped.  Van Helsing waited to see if they would start up again, but this time, a hand came down and caressed his tender ass.  The werewolf sighed at the pleasant touch.  He loved the feeling of his skin throbbing with pain, and someone comforting that pain was even better.
“Good job, boy,” Dracula said, running his hand over Gabriel’s furry ass.  “You deserve a reward.  And I know just the thing to please you.”
He smirked at Van Helsing, stroking his ass again.  “I’m going to come inside you,” Dracula whispered.  “And you are /not/ going to cum until I tell you to.  Understand?”
“Yes, master,” Van Helsing gasped.  Fuck, he was loving the other man’s hands on him.  That touch was commanding, yet endearing, and somehow so familiar.
“Good.”  With that, the beast lifted himself up and went down on Van Helsing.  Dracula began to penetrate the werewolf, nailing into his orifice as the vampire’s knot swelled.  Putting one hand on Van Helsing’s shoulder, he came deeper inside his willing partner, reaching around and stroking the werewolf’s cock, giving extra stimulation as he entered Gabriel.
The vampire hunter moaned.  “M-Master~!”
“Like that, boy?” Dracula asked, bringing in his penis in as far as it could go and making Van Helsing cry out.  The knot locked in place, solidifying both of their positions.  Precum dripped from the vampire hunter’s hard cock, but even as he became increasingly more aroused, and his penis became hard, Van Helsing remembered his master’s orders, and forced himself to wait.
Dracula brought his hand away from his partner’s cock and grabbed Gabriel’s shoulders with both hands, fucking him hard in the ass, moving with beautiful force.  Van Helsing moaned with each new exploration of his orifice, crying out, letting howls and whimpers go into the night air.
The vampire smiled with every new cry, pumping himself into Vah Helsing.  Finally, he leaned into his partner’s ear.  “You’ve held it in long enough, big boy,” Dracula whispered.  “Release.”
“Oh—/fuck/, master—!”
Cum squirted out of Van Helsing penis, landing on the carpet, and unending stream that highlighted just how much pleasure the vampire hunter had gotten from this.  The vampire also came at that moment, cumming inside of Gabriel’s gorgeous ass, letting out a roar as he did so.  The knot released.
Van Helsing panted as Dracula slowly removed his penis from his asshole.  “Thank you,” he gasped, feeling the vampire stroke his ass again.  “Thank you, master.”
Dracula smiled.  “No, Gabriel.
“It is I who should be thanking you.”