The count was sipping slowly at his drink while watching Elizabeth move and go mingle with the woman or rather the girl waiting to be his woman. There was a beginning of smile on his lips as his blond lady's deliciously naughty mind gifted him with a sensual sultry image that tightened at his groin even as the heat in the eyes of Tatiana told him that he had made the right choice for his next woman.<br/><br/>He was still thinking about that when a man introduced him. Impeccable in his politeness he turned to face him, giving him a short bow, "Count Dracula at your service my lord." He was charming and polite and connected the dots looking at his face and mannerism and the glancing of a hopeful blond lady. He smiled inwardly even as the man talked about his family, realizing that the prey had come to the web on its own and the game of getting to the girl became that much easier.<br/><br/>"Yes my lord", he answered while thoughts churned in his head. "I came with two of my dearest cousin, who are living with me." He turned aside to show Tatiana before pointing to Elisabet. Is that your daughter my cousin Elisabet's talking with. I seem to see a resemblance, if you don't mind me saying."<br/><br/>"It is nice to see my cousins mingling with the woman of the society. They have been lacking in company, with me not really knowing anyone. They need a friend, a lady to show them around and help meet others of the society."<br/><br/>Yet even as he talked with the father, sipping his bandy and concentrating on him, not really looking at the daughter or showing his interest beyond a polite observer, setting up the ground for the expectant father to encourage a relation, his devilish mind wondered about the fresh flower that he wanted to devour and he couldn't help but tease his decadent wives.<br/><br/>Count Dracula floated an image in both his brides mind. An image of their bed, him half lying on the bed, a flushed, shocked and embarrassed Anna sheathing him completely in her snug back passage. Her fresh petals glistening with her need, utterly exposed to the hungry gaze of his beautiful wives. The showed them their own lustful gaze, let them hear their own moan, the wet sound of their furious self pleasure, and a suggestion that the one to make herself orgasm first will get to taste Anna first and make her scream. It was unlikely that the count wouldn't let them both taste her, play with her and make her theirs but it was the image that mattered, the sense of raw desire, utter domination of the three most beautiful women in the room.