14 years after the raid at Dracula's castle…
"Master…" A pale-skinned maid with black hair and red eyes said as she entered Lucius's bed chamber.
The maid was beautiful, poised, and standing tall at a height of 168 centimeters; her body was voluptuous yet still retained the perfect ratio. Her body was toned, each line drawn perfectly. Her breasts were large but still perky. Her butt was plump but still had a refined shape. To spot an imperfection on her body was like searching for gold in a pile of horseshit.
Lucius yawned begrudgingly as the maid assisted him in sitting up from his bed, her gentle hands rolling up his back before massaging his stiff shoulders. She leaned over, her E-cup breasts pressing against Lucius's side as she flipped off the blanket to the side.
Dipping her head, she greeted her master, "Good morning, sir. Had you gotten sufficient rest last night?"
Lucius bobbed his head up and down, still only partially awake, a part of him still floating in whatever dream he was in.
"Huh? What is it that happened that you had to wake me up so early in the morning?" He asked as he yawned again.
"Master, it's already 1 pm… And you have a visitor, master." The maid replied before she walked over to the closet in the corner, "May I assist you in your changing?" She asked with a bow, holding out a set of formal clothes.
Lucius nodded tiredly, "What fucking moron would come to visit an old chap like me?" He asked the maid as he slowly got out of his bed.
"I believe the lady waiting would be a friend of yours, sir." The maid answered as she slid Lucius's pants off, revealing the giant bulge and tiny trace of wetness underneath. "Oh my," her eyes widened, gasping in astonishment, as she saw the bulging serpent prepared to strike at her face at any given moment.
The maid gulped down her saliva as she felt her throat tighten and her face heat up slightly, a light blush crossing her face before she looked down in embarrassment. "I'm terribly sorry, I could not control myself, sir…" She closed her eyes, awaiting her master's next instructions.
"Don't mind the little one, he's always excited like this these days…" He replied, giving the maid a pat on her head, before he asked, "Friends? I have friends?"
"Yes, sir, she said she was an old friend of yours before you retired." She said, standing back up and retrieving the white shirt from the neatly folded pile.
Lucius raised an eyebrow, "Hmm, I gotta meet this friend of mine, don't I?"
The maid nodded before fitting Lucius in a white collared shirt and smoothing the creases with her hands. As she touched his body through the fabric, a rush of subtle excitement shot through her mind.
"Could you raise your leg a little, sir Lucius?" The maid said as she held the formal straight pants out in front of her.
Lucius followed and fitted himself into the remainder of the clothes. The clothes were feeling slightly tighter than before. Lucius wondered if it was because he hadn't worn the outfit in a long time, or if it was shrinking, "Had they grown tight on me?" He asked as he looked over to the maid
Quickly patting herself down and straightening her dress, before pulling down the laced cleavage of her outfit, slightly revealing more of her skin. She dipped her head then nodded, "I'll fix it by tomorrow!" She said apologetically, readjusting her hairband.
"You've already done enough, no need to rush, it's fine," Lucius replied, reassuring her as he walked to the doorway, the maid trailing closely behind with tight footsteps still fixing her outfit.
"But it's my duty as your slave to satisfy your every desire, isn't it?"
"You know, conventional rules aren't really my thing. How long have you known me now? Fourteen years?"
The maid nodded before following without another word.
Lucius headed down the marble stairs, his footsteps thudding along the spiraling tower as he trudged down. "So, who is this person? Give me some hints, I want to play a guessing game," Lucius said, breaking the silence.
"She said she was once a friend of yours, back when you retired." The maid answered promptly.
"Hmm, back then, huh?"
Lucius stopped between steps as if suspended in the air as he thought deeply. He tapped his finger against his temple as he thought of the possible candidates.
… He drew a blank, "Who could it even be? Didn't ninety percent of hunters get wiped out by you?" He asked, turning to the maid who blinked innocently, her blood red eyes no longer having even the slightest trace of bloodlust.
Who would've thought the once-feared queen of the vampires would one day become a lovely, kindhearted maid? Lucius sighed before smiling, "You've changed quite a lot, haven't you? Queen Dracula."
He turned back, continuing down the steps.
Finally reaching the bottom, Lucius looked around. His mansion was vast as always, and sometimes he would get lost in it himself. "Where's this so-called friend of mine waiting?" He asked, glancing from side to side in hopes of locating himself. Even though he had lived in the mansion for over 10 years, Lucius could never get used to the sheer size of the place.
Lucius belly churned, growling loudly as his eye twitched.
Without a word spoken, Dracula dipped her head and answered instantly, it was almost like she was reading his mind, "Right away, master. Your guest is waiting at the guest lounge down the hall. I'll bring your food there as soon as I finish."
As Dracula left, Lucius walked down the hall leading to the guest room. "Who could it be?" He asked himself as he approached the end, where the grand reveal would happen right before his eyes.
Although there was no stake at hand, Lucius still felt nervous meeting someone after 14 years in isolation, his only companion being Dracula, who served him as a maid.
Taking a deep breath, he exited the hall, his eyes swept over the lounge, finally spotting another lifeform, a head of silky blonde hair.