Lana Del Rey

 

Dracula attends a music gala, seeing Lana, with her regular guy husband, Jeremy. He extends an invitation to his castle. Jeremy finds it rather eerie, but for Lana, that's definitely the appeal. It's...inspiring.

They arrive at the castle. She looks around, she feels as if ghosts are watching her, a shiver runs down her neck. There, the host greets them, taking the to the dining hall, prepared with all of Lana's favorite foods. He weaves majestic and haunting tales, and Lana hangs on every words, while Jeremy feels...out of the loop. Just an average guy.

They are shown to their quarters, exchanging their respective thoughts on their mysterious host.

As she bathes, the mists pour in, caressing her, clouding her mind. She thinks of her host, and her hand wanders. She tries not to, to indulge in the fantasy, but Dracula materializes in her mind, and fingers work more intensely. And then...he appears.

Dracula begins his claim of Lana, as her very moans take on a melodic quality.

Jeremy is woken by the noise, her cries of pleasure. He steps out, shocked, broken, aroused by the sight, as Dracula slowly takes everything from her, and she whispers, wistfully, as if her violation, her own death, was the most romantic thing ever.

The next night, Lana rises from the coffin Dracula prepared for her. Her eerie beauty now magnified, a perfect complement to Dracula's harem.

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