Temptation
Author's notes: This was written in a burst of thought. I hope my dear readers will enjoy this last minute one shot. My first and definitely not last one shot. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Own nuffin' but 'ake an' plot.
Dracula tilted his head back, smelling. Raspberries in her hair, violets down her neck, he could feel the smooth taste of liquid running down his throat. Her pale hands, paler than cream, smelled lovely, oranges and almonds exploded like scent bombs in his mind. His mind drooled and reeled drunkenly at the thought of sinking his fangs into her neck.
For a small moment, guilt overrode his mind but was dismissed. His Brides could wait, he would give a suitable explanation, temptation was too strong.
And the fangs were sinking into her soft neck. He was sucking madly. The delicious taste filled his mind, clouding it. Soon, he would be done and then…
"Master?"
Dracula froze. Suddenly, all suitable explanations deserted him. He looked up guiltily, his cheeks bulging with forbidden bounty. His Brides stood in the doorway, shocked.
"Master, that was our target practice. We spent hours baking it."
Dracula nodded, speechless due to embarrassment and the raspberry sponge cake. He swallowed and gave a sheepish grin, licking the cream off his lips before shuffling out.
The Brides watched him go, one thought echoing in their minds: Master, cake?