August 1448
“What the fuck are those?”
“Oh come on, Vlad, speed stripes are all the rage now,” said his barber.
“I’m supposed to be leading an army, not parading around a tournament arena. It’s because he’s such a pretty boy and getting trendy haircuts that Henry Lancaster is getting his arse kicked out of France.”
“Ah.”
“Ah, what?” asked Vlad.
His barber explained that to remedy the mistake he would need to shave Vlad’s head. When he was done, the barber became Vlad’s and everyone else’s ex-barber. Vlad was not a happy man.
His wife, Elisabeta, heard the commotion and arrived in the parlour as the barber disappeared over the cliff.
“Oh Vlad, darling what happened this time?”
When Vlad turned around, Elisabeta could not help herself, she burst out laughing.
“Vlad the bald?” she said, sniggering.
“I’ll show you bald,” Vlad responded, pulling his tunic over his (now bald) head.
“Get over here, woman!” he demanded.
Still smirking, Elisabeta did as commanded. She knew what to do. She knelt before Vlad and undid his tunic trousers and let them fall to his ankles. She looked up at him with puppy dog eyes and started stroking his pubic hair.
“We could make you bald here too, Sir. Instead of Vlad the bald, maybe you could be Bald Vlad.” by the time she had finished, she was crying with laughter.
Elisabeta’s stroking had started to move over Vlad’s member and before long, it was showing signs of life. Blood was pumping into his cock and it was rising before her face, throbbing with his pulse. She felt Vlad running his fingers through her hair and knew what was coming next. She loved this game they played and could feel herself starting to get wet soon after his first command.
Vlad curled his hand through her hair and pulled her head close to him, “Whose are you?”
“Yours, Sir,” she replied without hesitation, licking her lips.
“Whose mouth is this?” as she opened to reply, Vlad thrust into her mouth, all the way to the top of her throat. She knew it was coming and smiled, as much as she could.”
Elisabeta worked Vlad’s cock, moving her head back and forth, swallowing as it filled her mouth, so the tip entered her throat a bit. She swirled her tongue around the length as she pulled back, savouring his taste.
Before long, Vlad pulled her head back and started to lift her, both husband and wife smiled at each other as they came face to face. Vlad pushed her back against the cold stone wall and pressed his lips against hers, their tongues touched and then she felt the cold steel against her chest.
“Oh, no, please,” she implored.
Vlad put a hand around her throat holding her against the wall; the knife against her lips, he looked her in the eye, “Shhh,” he soothed.