I Love You, Desdemona Bátoriová
On a cold night, Desdemona Bátoriová walked into Middleton Manor, one of the finest taverns and inns in all of Daskar. It was one of her favorite places to find companionship when she was feeling lonely and...thirsty.
Sitting alone at a table, drinking from a glass filled with a blood-red wine, a wealthy-looking but somewhat portly merchant looked to be nearing the end of his meal. "Perfect," Desdemona thought to herself. She walked seductively over to him. She watched his eyes widen as they followed her.
When she reached his table, she smiled slightly, then said, her voice low and smooth, "Hello, Mr..."
The merchant, befuddled by her bold approach and beauty, stammered out, "Oh. Uh. Yes. Hello. I am Estienne De Saint-Pierre, at your service, madam. Please, call me Estienne. And you are...?"
Desdemona stepped a little closer and smiled invitingly at him. She answered, "Estienne, what an unusual and lovely name. I am Desdemona. I am so pleased to meet you." She bent down to shake his hand, giving him a view of her considerable cleavage. "May I join you for a drink, Estienne?"
Already slightly intoxicated by his wine and by Desdemona, Estienne De Saint-Pierre, replied, "Uh, uh, of course, Miss Desdemona. Please, sit down." He jumped to his feet to pull out a chair for her. As he did, Desdemona reached for the chair, and accidentally put her hand on his. Estienne felt his knees nearly buckle.
"Oh! Estienne!" Desdemona exclaimed, and wrapped her arms around and pressed against him, as if to help him stay upright. Feeling her softness against him, Estienne nearly fainted. She pressed against him harder and whispered in his ear, "Estienne, will you be alright? I was hoping to spend the evening with you."
Taking a breath, Estienne De Saint-Pierre said, "Yes, yes. I will be fine. I...I just stood up too fast, I think." He chuckled slightly. "It must be my age, you know. Please, let's sit down." They both sat at Estienne's table, Desdemona sitting beside but turned so she could look at him.
Desdemona murmured in her low, seductive voice, "Oh, Estienne. I don't think you are old at all. You are in the prime of your life. You have...experience, and I think you must be very...vigorous. Am I right?"
Estienne De Saint-Pierre, abashed by her overt seduction, felt his face flush red. He said, "Well, uh, I...I don't know. I guess I am fit enough for my age. It's, well, you know, I'm good enough."
Desdemona said, "Oh, I think you are more than good enough, Estienne. And I'd love to find out how much more." She gazed intently into his eyes. "What do you say, Estienne? You have a room here, yes?"
Estienne De Saint-Pierre said, "Uh. Uh. Uh, well, yes. I am staying here. But. But. I'm not accustomed to this kind of thing. You know. Um. How much should I, uh, pay you?"
Desdemona feigned outrage and pouted, "Estienne! I am not that kind of woman! I just like you. You're a handsome, strong man. And I like men a little older than me, and...well, I'm feeling lonely tonight." Her eyes welled up.
Estienne exclaimed, "Desdemona! Please. I have been rude! I apologize. Where are my manners! Of course, I would enjoy your company very much this evening!"
After a moment, while she pretended to compose herself, Desdemona said, "Thank you, Estienne. You are so sweet. I haven't met anyone so nice as you in a long time. I really want to get to know you better. Shall we go to your room where we can talk more easily? And maybe...you know..."
Estienne said, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, "Yes! Of course! Please, come."
Arriving at his room, Estienne closed the door behind him. Desdemona said, "Now we can properly get to know one another, yes?" She pressed herself against him, and said, "Do you believe in love at first sight, Estienne? I do. I've been wanting someone like you..." She kissed him deeply, and she felt his arousal.
Estienne De Saint-Pierre put his arms around Desdemona Bátoriová, pulling her close. He said, "I never believed in love at first sight until now, Desdemona. You've made me change my mind."
Desdemona said, "But we are just beginning together, Estienne. Our bond will be ever so close. I just know it." She licked his neck and nibbled his ear. Under the influence of her pheromones and enchantments, Estienne De Saint-Pierre began to lose consciousness. Desdemona whispered to him, "Relax, my dear Estienne. I will make you feel so good." She sank her fangs deep into his jugular vein. His blood was delicious.
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