Elisa sat on the bed of her private hotel room for a long while, having explained to Dracula what she remembered having since meeting him as a child, but strangely she couldn't understand why she told him, only remembering the recent events that occurred. She had accompanied Dracula and Johnny toward Dracula's private chambers, a large darkened room that seemed cold and empty, and all that could be seen was a large portrait of a beautiful gothic woman. But what seemed the most surprising was the woman looked a lot like Elisa herself. The Count revealed it was his long dead wife, Martha Lubov, when he tore down a curtain that covered half the portrait and it revealed himself in the portrait, smiling happily as he and Martha held hands. Elisa could hear the hurt bitterness in his voice when he hissed those words, "She was killed by your kind!" and his eyes glowing a menacing blue while his figure was silhouetted in the shadows, as though he were nothing but a shadow himself. Elisa was deeply shocked when Dracula explained his story about how Martha died; she was killed by an angry mob who unfairly accused them for terrorizing their town.
Hearing the hatred for the humans from Dracula himself, Elisa became very conflicted about her feelings for him, and guilty for what these real monsters had done to Dracula's beloved wife. She knew she could never be with him, fearfully certain her loved ones back home would shun her again. And she feared the second she first set foot into the hotel, he viewed her as the same as that mob and he would take a chance at revenge on her for Martha by killing her. Now she understood that those humans were the very reason why Dracula had this hotel built, why he became such an overprotective and controlling father; he only wanted to keep Mavis safe. Elisa's own father wanted to keep her safe from the monsters in Transylvania because he lost her mother as well. He wanted her to hate and fear monsters just as much as everyone else she knew did; all because they misjudged him, they had a fear of the unknown and only cared about destroying it, simply for being different, and believing that monsters are evil creatures with no other intent than to snatch misbehaving children from their families and drag them off into the shadows to be eaten.
But Elisa knew this wasn't true. The monsters weren't evil or nothing more than animals hungry for the flesh and souls of misbehaving children. They were people too, with families and hopes and dreams and fears, too. And the hotel she discovered was a sanctuary to hide away from all of the terrible persecution they had suffered at the hands of fearful and ignorant humans. Elisa began to wonder why people hated Dracula in the first place. Was it simply because for being a vampire and not a human? Was it because of what Dracula had done to the characters she heard in that story told by Bram Stoker? Or had there been some twisted misunderstanding that was long forgotten? Whatever the reason, Elisa wished it had never happened so she wouldn't feel so ashamed right now, and even worst hating her own kind so much for how it conflicted with her own feelings for Dracula.
She remembered her childhood; the memory of when she first met him and how he saved her life, and he had been so nice to her, if a bit scary at first. He could have been her friend back then, if her father hadn't behaved so hostile toward him to drive him away that night he brought her back to the campsite. Back at that old village in the forest past the cemetery, she remembered that was where she really felt something for him. When she stared into his beautiful blue eyes as they glistened in the moonlight, and even without his powers, they hypnotized her and she didn't want to break their gaze. It was as though she had at last found something she never knew she had been missing.
However, Elisa felt unsure if he truly felt the same way about her, as from what she had seen, Dracula would always remain deeply in love with Martha and forever loyal to her memory. Then she remembered he confessed he had developed feelings for her. Did that mean he felt something back at the village too? Was it possible that they had truly zinged? She believed with every fiber of her being that they had, and not surprisingly it made her long for him.
All the times they had spent together she looked back on them; how he seemed to try being gentle if forcing her into her witch disguise, she had noticed once or twice he actually tried to look away and spare her some privacy like a respectful gentleman. The strange way they had crashed into each other while Johnny went careening around on a witch's broomstick or after she fell off the scooter in the gym to liven up the game of charades, she felt his slender and masculine body beneath the expensive old clothing when she accidently landed on top of his figure while trying not think about what he looked like without his clothing. At least not until they bumped into each other while wearing towels, she had felt her heart pounding in her ears and butterflies in her stomach when she saw his exposed naked chest, especially those muscles and broad shoulders, and she could tell he had a nice booty. Even by the pool she had seen the way he looked at her when he got to see her in her bikini, how funny and flattering it was to see his eyes almost pop out of his head like a cartoon character and his pale face changed to a bright red color.
But Elisa knew it would be impossible for them to be together. He was right; if only the world was different then it might be possible. If her father ever found out, Elisa knew he would kill her, figuratively and literally, and if not for worse, kill Dracula for it. And while she regretted encouraging Mavis to stand up to him and try leaving again, Elisa felt like she was betraying Dracula. They were alone together in the guest room. Elisa sat beside him at their small dinner table. Dracula was still with her, sitting companionably beside her, still hoping she will feel better after telling him what was wrong. When she did tell him the entire story over how they first met when she was a child, he remembered it all like it was yesterday. She looked lovely in his eyes with how sad she looked. So lonely. So vulnerable. Just like him.
However, there was more to what he began to feel in this moment besides empathy as he sat next her, so much more. He was drawn to her. He longed for her. He craved for her. Ever since they had reunited in that fake village last night. The Count vaguely remembered her as that lost little human girl, so alone and frightened, yet full of curiosity and adventure, and he remembered sensing bravery in that little girl. She reminded him of Mavis when she was a little girl. Now here she was again, having grown up into a beautiful young woman with that same adventurous spirit and still as brave as she is lovely, and it made him long for her a whole lot more.
At first, Dracula had believed their re-encounter in the village to be a coincidence and thought he had seen the last of her, the last time he would ever see another human after locking her in the shack in that village set up and believed she had escaped when he left. All of a sudden she had shown up, and she wasn't alone. There were two of them, and he was determined to get rid of them both as quickly as possible. Despite their rocky start, Dracula actually found himself enjoying in helping Elisa get into a witch costume. Even though he was a gentleman, he tried desperately not to peek too much at her in her underwear while she changed her clothes. It made his heart sped up at how alluring she looked half naked, but it confused and frightened him when he had seen her in her undergarments he had felt his erection slowly rising which thankfully didn't give him away.
Throughout their adventures, something in him started to change at their continued awkward encounters; how they crashed into each other twice that same night, and their faces were so close they could have kissed. Indeed, after kissing her for the first time when she accidently kissed him on the lips, Dracula had pulled away, half-frightened at what happened. He found himself very much wanting to kiss Elisa, to feel her lips against his own. And he got wish, but if nothing more than to hold her body against his own. As time seemed to freeze between them, he realized he liked having her on top of him when twice they had crashed into one another, never wanting her to go.
It became very intense and difficult to fight his developing attraction for Elisa when he saw her in her very revealing swimwear which barely covered her at all. She almost appeared naked beside him, yet her private parts were still covered enough to make him crave strongly to see the rest hidden beneath her clothing. Dracula came very close to it right after they had ran into each other when she got out of the spa to get away from Eunice and Wanda, and how she looked at him when she saw him in a towel, and the look in her eyes when she smiled at his figure flattered him.
Through all their encounters, the Count saw more to her than her physical beauty, overwhelmingly alluring though it was. She stood up to him when she believed he was being unfair and foolish, but she was so much fun and very kind to the monsters when she wasn't being such a nuisance. And she had a wonderful singing voice that could make the sirens jealous, even through that loud ear-pounding music she and Johnny played in the lounge.
But she had stirred within him guilt in several ways; guilt that both frightened and confused him. Through his feelings for her, ever since their reunion in that phony town, and even worse since she first arrived at the hotel, he felt the agony of betrayal toward Martha. He vowed to always be a faithful widower and would never love another again. However, Dracula found himself falling in love with a human girl at first sight, like another zing. And he felt that pain of guilt when Elisa spoke how Mavis loved and trusted him. The way she spoke of it made him reconsider lying and tricking Mavis, but he reserved long before he did what he believed he had to do. He had to protect his only child, and for some reason he felt a need to protect this human girl he so admired and desired all at once. He felt guilty for not being able to tell her why he didn't erase her memories back in the graveyard in the first place. It was because of how he felt about her, that perhaps the vampire wanted her to remember him, to know where to find him and his hotel.
All these things he felt, they were indescribable, words were a hollow nothingness, these emotions swirled inside him like a storm, and felt soothingly calm and at peace all at once. Seeing her as she was now, he had this feeling to comfort her and make her pain, whatever was causing it, to go away. Even in this way he wanted to protect her. Feeling an overwhelming urge he couldn't control, Dracula slowly tilted her chin in his direction and slowly leaned in as his eyes half closed to kiss her. It seemed Elisa was going to return it when she suddenly pulled back.
"No, we shouldn't do this," she said.
He pulled back and froze in shock.
"I could hurt your family and your friends, not to mention all of monsterkind."
Dracula was silent as he listened, stunned by what she was saying. "But I want to," he whispered.
"But after what you said happened to Martha... it makes me feel ashamed to be human."
"As I said before, you and Johnny, including your mother, you are good ones," he soothed.
He brought her figure closer to him and hugged her gently, which she returned as she cried her remaining tears. They released a few minutes later as she tried to wipe her last tears away and their eyes locked to each other.
Dracula whispered in a soothing voice, "Kiss me."
"What?" Elisa gasped, flustered.
"I do have feelings for you, Elisa... And I vant to kiss your lips again," he said in both sincerity and teasingly, as he gently pulled her closer to his face.
Elisa wanted to kiss him back, but she was so nervous she resisted. Dracula could feel this from how she tensed at his touch, and while he didn't want to force her, it made her more alluring, how he felt a desperate craving to taste her lips and kiss her, to show her how he felt. But he was a widower, he had to remain faithful to his dead wife. But would Martha not also want him to be happy? To find someone else to love again? For so long he had been alone, except for Mavis living here, and for so long Dracula reserved himself to never again taste the tempting flavor of the forbidden fruit that is lust. But if it was only lust, despite physical pleasure, it was hollow. And he wanted more, he wanted companionship and love to show her he was worthy, and a woman to love him back for who he is.
In the moments Elisa temporarily resisted him, Dracula felt his own desire for her grow stronger than ever, and at first wanted to resist what he felt because of the one big thing that made her forbidden to him, being a human. He hated himself, for a few seconds frozen in a world of their own, as he thought about how this all made him a traitor in not just Martha's memory, but to his friends, his daughter, his family, and especially monsterkind. But it was a losing battle within him and he knew it, an agonizing torment of burning desire and a storm of turmoil and conflicting loyalties and desires. For two days he wanted her and the human boy out of his hotel and out of his life, but now he couldn't bare to see her go.
It's power, her power over him that even she was unaware of, was dominating him and he feared it. But he embraced it all at once when he felt it on a physical level of an erection in his pants as he studied her thoroughly and could not tear his gaze away from her enchanting green eyes, and he didn't want to try as he might. They were both fighting a losing battle and they knew it, as ancient primal instincts that were part of all creatures in all of evolution or creation fought their way to the surface of two longing souls.
In the end, they won the battle. Elisa and Dracula found themselves in a gentle lip lock as the young woman suddenly found herself kissing those cold soft lips of a powerful vampire. Elisa didn't know what to do at first, as it came as a complete surprise to her, as though something had pushed her head forward or was his own strength superior enough to win. But her resistance evaporated and she slowly embraced him, as did he as one of his hands went to lower her back and the other buried in her hair to bring her closer to his figure.
Elisa opened her mouth a bit, and Dracula took it as a signal to deepen the kiss further, while he lifted her up and carried her to the bed, slowly falling back onto the soft bed comforters. He deepened their kiss as he moaned in pleasure. His heart began beating faster against his chest. They fiercely made out for several minutes just tasting each other and embracing each other. A powerless Elisa felt overwhelmed in the embrace of a vampire atop her. She felt a hunger to feel more of him, while Dracula felt his blood boil and an increasing erection grew inside of his pants.
Dracula gave in to a gnawing desire to deepen their kiss, penetrating her mouth with his slightly cold tongue to taste more of her. She did the same while she slipped her warmer tongue inside of his mouth. Elisa's tongue felt the average blunt teeth expected to be found in most average humans, yet a part of her was surprised to feel his sharp fangs, deadly enough to pierce delicate skin. She was careful not to let it happen, and Dracula understood this when he nearly swallowed her tongue.
For a long glorious intense moment, they continued to explore each other this way while tasting each other's mouths; Elisa tasting a sweet icy wildness she couldn't describe or place inside Dracula's mouth. Dracula got lost in the warm cavern that is Elisa's mouth, which tasted of a sweet warmth he also couldn't place, but it didn't matter cause it made him want more. His tongue found her own and he decided to play with it by tangling or dancing around her tongue.
They panted through their noses as their kissing and tongue tying got very intense, their desires and hunger rose higher. Elisa felt his bulge within his pants and she got an idea. She tightened her embrace on her vampire lover, her crotch getting damp as she grinded her hips into him. She got wetter and wetter while she continued grinding him. When she did this, she felt his hips gyrating into her and from what she felt he was getting just as aroused as she was.
They broke their kiss to take deep heavy breaths, trails of saliva connecting them long after their lips separated. Elisa looked up at Dracula with amazement, impressed at what a fantastic kisser he was, but she grew nervous when she saw his eyes glowing that infamous laser red color. But the vampire wasn't angry, he was hungry. Hungry for desire. Hungry for lust, smiling seductively down at her.
"I vant you, Elisa," Dracula gasped huskily, clear with passion and lust. "I vant you more than ever, more than anything right now." There was an undertone of urgency in his voice, as if trying to keep himself under control just long enough before he completely gave in.
"Uh, Drac... are you alright?" Elisa asked, worriedly.
"I vant to fuck you!" Dracula interrupted her with a slight snare. "I vant to fuck you so hard until I hit orgasm!" He used his magic to remove his cape as it dropped to the floor. His breathing became harder as he felt his erection begging for release. Sweat broke out on his pale forehead as he began removing his tie.
Elisa sat up and pulled him back for another series of powerful all-consuming tongue kissing, but she often took breaks to eagerly help him remove the rest of his restrictive clothing, starting with the dress jacket and shirt. Dracula reached down to grab part of the dress of her witch costume and removed it, now leaving her in her underwear, black tights, and her bra.
"I don't know how long I waited for a moment like this!" Elisa admitted through heavy breathing and between passionate kissing.
"Oh, I do," Dracula admitted through a lustful growl as he removed his pants completely. He looked at her bra, impressed at what he saw and his wicked smile widened.
He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. Then he helped Elisa remove her tights. She was left in her underwear and bra, while he was in his bat pattern boxers and a white undershirt. Though his blue eyes continued to burn red with desire, Dracula held onto enough self-control to gently stroke Elisa's skin on her stomach and up to her chest, wanting to feel more of her bosom beneath the bra. She stretched her arms up to allow him to savor the touch.
"Please be gentle with me. I'm new at this," she pleaded vulnerably to him.
"I understand," he whispered with half closed red eyes.
He reached around her back to unhook her bra and tossed it away. It took his breath away to gaze at two nicely round orbs for breasts, exposed to the vampire's depraved sight. He let her take off his undershirt to allow her a view of his beautiful masculine chest. Smirking, Dracula playfully pushed her down on her bed and thumbed at her left nipple while he suckled her right breast. Elisa gasped sharply at the touch of Dracula's tongue gliding from nipple to nipple while he continued to massage or suckle her breasts.
"Oh! Ohh! Ohhh, Drac!" cried Elisa, feeling so aroused.
After he finished playing with her breasts, Dracula removed her dampened underwear. Kissing his way down her abdomen, he sighted her pussy, already wet with vaginal juice. Slightly hairy and virginal, Dracula smirked dangerously as he stared at her crotch. The prize he'd wanted for so long now, the spot where their bodies would connect and bring them together at long last.
Her skin felt amazingly warm and soft; she was perfect even with her human skin tone and it made Dracula think he was looking at a perfected piece of art. At first, Elisa felt nervous, trying to push away the thought to cover herself, thinking she was unworthy to have the legendary Count Dracula looking at her completely naked. But the look in his eyes reassured her there was nothing to be concerned about and she smiled in relief.
Dracula leaned forward to give her another kiss and she returned it, while she sat up to help him remove his boxers. Elisa shrieked when she sighted his long and hardened dick shooting straight up after removing his boxers, the head already leaking precum readied for what was to come. She looked away for a moment, unsure of what to think as it looked so big and powerful.
Dracula chuckled at her reaction as he whispered teasingly, "Don't freak out, Beloved."
As he steadily positioned her beneath him, he began kissing and nipping at the nipples of her breasts. She gasped and moaned in pleasure. As he kissed and licked his way up to her neck, she felt his fangs gently nip at her skin while he playfully teased her with them. They were slightly painful as she moaned in pleasure, but they were only playful nips. She began kissing his neck and shoulder blade, wrapping her arms around his back, and biting him lightly with her normal teeth. His hands massaged all over her body, gently making his way between her legs, where he spread her legs wide open and positioned himself over her by lowering himself on top of her. Sliding his hardened cock across the entrance to her sopping wet pussy, Dracula drew his hand across the smooth expanse of Elisa's crotch and spread the nether lips wide open.
"Remember... be gentle..." Elisa whispered.
"I promise." Dracula nodded.
Steadily, the tip of his cock entered her pussy, easily slipping in thanks to her vaginal juice. Slipping in deeper and deeper to connect their bodies. Elisa whimpered in agony as she could feel him sliding his ice cold hardened cock much further inside her warm pussy. Dracula released a loud moan of fulfillment he had not felt in a very long time. Elisa felt her pulse quicken when she felt an enormous stinging pain inside her loins while she started to bleed since this is her first time, but she remained strong and put on a brave face for him. As he seemed to sense her discomfort, Dracula wrapped his long arms around her and he kissed her on the lips comfortingly.
"I love you, Elisa," he whispered warmly. "I've loved you since we met again in the village."
"Ohhh, Drac..." Elisa breathed in pain as though her loins were on fire. "I love you, Dracula. I adore you!"
Those were the very words he needed to hear. And the Count began his dance with a steady but strong rhythm when their connection was complete. With strong yet gentle thrusts, he withdrew then delved into her. She heard his cock made wet, sloppy and creamy sounds as he pumped in and out of her pussy. At the same time he was struggling to keep his urging impulses at bay, just long enough to allow Elisa to adjust to the rhythm of his movements and feel of his prick moving inside of her, keeping in mind she was new to this. But it was a dream come true for Dracula, a dream he had for so many lonely filled decades ever since he lost his beloved Martha.
She groaned from both pain and pleasure, slowly subsiding discomfort as it turned into hunger. She got used to the feel of his rhythm. A fire ignited within her loins and in his prick. She wrapped her legs around his lower waist and butt to bring him closer, guiding him and encouraging him to go deeper within her. He released a vibrating growl, which might have been a weird purring sound, as he increased the pace complying with her want for more. Harder and faster, their breathing quickened as the fires of passion and desire changed from a campfire into a bonfire. The only other sounds in the room were the thumping of the bed's headboard against the wall and the heavy breathing matched with heavy moaning.
"Ohhhh, Drac... oh, Dracula..." Elisa breathed. "Oh, Drac... ohhhh!"
"Elisa... ohhh... Elisa..." Dracula moaned heavily as the fire burned within his body, causing him to feel hunger for more while he continued and held a steady pace of his thrusting, he wailed, "Holy rabies! Hoolllly fucking rabies!"
They became further entangled with each other, their bodies constricted with each other as though to further connect themselves in their carnal dance. It drove them deeper and onward as Dracula began gnawing at her neck again, careful enough not break the skin, and one of his hands rubbed and kneaded at her breasts while his other long arm was wrapped around her back. Elisa had one hand stroke though his soft night black hair, mussing it up, while her other hand clawed at his muscular back as though she was holding on for dear life, and her legs pulled and begged him to go deeper inside her.
As he pushed and forced himself even harder against her than before while her legs pulled him inward, their pace increased a notch and the bonfire within them both had changed into a raging inferno. They began another deep and passionate open mouthed kiss, blanketing each other's faces with saliva as they continued to cry each other's names in ecstasy, enough so their voices began to echo down the halls.
The Shrunken Head on their guest room door smirked at what it heard, while it's neighbors nearby got annoyed as they shouted their signature phrases or other words...
"Do not disturb!"
"Whoever's making all that racket, keep it down out there!"
"People are trying to sleep here!"
"Shut the hell up!"
In their room, Eunice, in a robe and with her hair in curlers, complained to her husband, "Ugh, once again we get a room too close to a wild honeymooning couple who can't keep it to themselves!"
"Oh, I don't know, Honey." Frank smiled, wearing nothing but his boxers. "What's wrong with it? It kind of puts me in the mood."
"Oye! I'm going to have a word with Drac about this," Eunice groaned, rolling her eyes, but then winced when she felt him pinch her butt. "Ooh, Frank!" she giggled.
"Mom! Dad! I'm trying to sleep here!" Hank complained irately.
"Sorry sweetie, but I'm starting to get in the mood with your father again." Eunice playfully stroked Frank's chin. "How about you go out and check on your friends, or better yet, make sure whoever is making all that racket should keep it down."
With a grudging nod, Hank got out of bed and left the room.
In another hotel room, Wayne laid awake in maddening annoyance at his rowdy kids until they began to fall asleep. All of a sudden, the wolf pups started howling at the shouting shrunken heads, and in addition to the sounds made by an unknown love making couple. Wanda slept beside him but she was also awakened by those strange noises, though she had a look on her face that told she didn't like the foul language the couple screamed.
Murray and Pedro sat wide awake in their sarcophagus-like beds wondering what all that noise was and when it was going to stop any time soon. Griffin, in his room, tried to enjoy a good book before going to sleep but had difficulty drowning out the noise. The Hydraberg snapped their eyes open at all the racket. The husband and wife skeletons were relaxing in bed until they were rudely interrupted by the cries of the couple. The witch maids ceased what they were doing in cleaning out an empty guest room upon hearing the couple's cries. Blobby and Wendy tried to drown out the noises by covering their ears with pillows only to shove the pillows inside their bodies.
Johnny awoke with a start in the vacant hotel guest room Mavis had shown him to, hearing strange cries coming from another room far away from his and so many Shrunken Heads, one of which was on his door, crying out, "Do not disturb!"
The red-headed boy got out of his bed, still in his clothes but with the bulky jacket hanging on a chair nearby, and opened the door to look up and down the hall in curiosity. "What's going on?" he asked to no one in particular.
"Just another honeymooning couple who don't know how to keep it down," his Shrunken Head replied sarcastically.
"Maybe, but why do those voices sound so familiar?" Johnny added thoughtfully.
"Oh, God!" Elisa cried loudly. "Oh, God, Dracula... harder... Fuck me, ohh, harder!"
"Prepare to cry, Bikini Baby!" Dracula roared, his eyes glowing red. He seemed to become more animalistic and primal as he continued thrusting at a rapid pace into her, an ancient instinct he could barely hold back any longer drove him on to claim this human girl as his rightful mate.
"ELISA!" he screamed. "Ohhh... you... are... mine!"
They were sweating bullets. The flames of their love making had become all too consuming. Elisa got an unexpected burst of strength from her wild vampire lover's proclamation as she squeezed his midriff tighter with her perfect long legs, and while she affronted his tongue with hers in another deep tongue twisting kiss, and slipping her arms under his, she flipped him over and she was on top of him. This took him completely by surprise at her actions.
"No! You are mine!" she proclaimed in a husky voice.
Her pace increased when Elisa arched up and back as she gasped deeply from a brief bolt of pain and pleasure. She began gyrating her hips strong and hard into his as she felt his organ harden inside her. She clung to his broad shoulders, hypnotizing Dracula as he watched the sway of her long brown hair and her large breasts shaking so well, and her hips pumping up and down over him like a basketball. Despite the pain, Elisa was doing her best to please the vampire as she rode him.
"Oh, c'mon, Elisa, nice!" Dracula grunted blissfully with a dangerous smile.
While he pulled her down for more deepened kisses, she kissed him back, both of them moaning into each other's mouths. He growled lustfully and he held on to her breasts to playfully massage them. Then, Dracula started to thrust. Still kissing Elisa intensely, Dracula started to thrust his hips upward into his human lover, matching her perfectly in their increased rhythm. Elisa gasped in surprise at first, but she got used to it immediately. They began to kiss even harder. Starting with closed lips, until they danced their tongues out in the open, wailing louder and louder.
Elisa let out gasping breathes of carnal pleasure, becoming lost in the raging storm of bliss and ecstasy as she felt her body ache because it had become a torture for her. For Dracula, this was everything he wanted and everything he dreamed of. As he seemed to sense his human lover's predicament he just gave her more, fucking her harder than ever, sharing with her all that he was in a dream world they have together. And he could see in her eyes that she returned the feeling as they continued fucking in perfect sync with each other, their sweaty hips creating the perfect clapping sound.
It had been ten minutes throughout their wild love-making of lying on the bed or bouncing on top of him until the time had come. Her human vaginal walls tightened around his vampire cock, causing him to make snorting grunts as the two lovers began to feel the oncoming storm of a climax.
"Drac!" Elisa gasped. "I think something's about to burst!"
"I can feel it, too!" Dracula replied. "Let's do it together!"
"Oh, yes!" Elisa shouted louder than ever. An explosion flowing through her body and Dracula's both as he took it as a signal and drove them both over the edge.
At last, in a sudden wave they peaked with an orgasm finale. Elisa screamed to the heavens when she came hard over his cock. Dracula released an ear-piercing roar that shook the walls. His vampiric seed shooting straight into her cunt, but it didn't reach her womb due to her sitting upon him and because she sat upon him it overflowed him on his crotch as well as hers. In slow motion, it overwhelmed and splashed her lower body like she had been lit aflame with a firebrand, and it became a beacon of light in Dracula's dark lonely world.
"AH-HAH-HAH! WHOA-HO-HOOOO!" Dracula laughed ecstatically, amazed at what he felt and experienced now, as he thought he would never again feel such wonderful joy and true completion since Martha died.
He remained frozen for a few seconds, mouth still wide open after the laughs of delight died away as his mind steadily returned to a state of real thought and reasoning. An exhausted Elisa had collapsed upon his chest. Then Dracula started laughing too hysterically when his own thoughts returned and he recovered from their stunning climax, and he felt the slow growing puddle of his cum staining the mattress.
For the first time in such a long time, he felt something he thought was beyond him. He felt alive again. And he wanted more. Dracula's carnal hunger returned quickly enough and he gently, if forcefully, pulled Elisa into another wild tongue exchange around the teeth kiss.
Elisa panted through their kissing with amazement and confusion, "Y... you're not done?! Oh, God! You're an animal!"
"Better! I'm a vampire!" Dracula yelled, ecstatically.
The red hue returned to his eyes and he tightened his grasp on her, not wanting to let go as though part of him feared she would disappear and this was nothing more than a dream, a powerful figment of his imagination from so many lonely years of longing. Their luxurious bed had become of mess of wrinkled sheets and tangled blanket covers, a few plush pillows had fallen in their love making frenzy, a couple of dents on the wall told of their sexual passions caused the bed to hit the wall, and a large wet stain left on the mattress from the spot where they had hit their climax.
Dracula squeezed her tight in his embrace as his own strength returned. He flipped them both over to allow himself to be on top of her again. Dracula continued to kiss Elisa deeply while simultaneously teasing her with more thrusting, but he realized too late he flipped harder than intended and they rolled off the bed and onto the carpeted floor with a hard thump. The impact of the fall made his organ separate from her crotch. Dracula found himself lying on his back with Elisa right next to him, panting heavily, clearly tired out from their wild love making.
"Oh-ho-ho!" he laughed hysterically as he sat up, but clearly happier than he'd been in a long time, impressed with this human girl and the strength she possessed. "Oh, my!" Dracula cried through panting and feeling so invigorated. "Wh-who is this girl, Lady Fucks-a-lot? Oh, boy!" He sat up as he wiped a tear from his eye. "Elisa, if this is truly your first time, and I'm so privileged it's me, then you are amazing!" He clapped his long hands together. "You have to admit, the sex was wonderful. And so much fun. We nailed it!"
The vampire's smile faded as he took a closer look at his human lover. She was laying on her back and panting heavily, clutching at her stomach. Fogged vision danced in her eyes as she waited for the aching yet blissful pain to subside, as she felt her body shaking from the after effects of the incredible sex.
"Elisa!" Dracula cried worryingly as he crawled towards her. "Oh no, I'm so sorry! I've hurt you!"
Elisa looked up at him when her vision cleared up and smiled while she touched his cheek. Her face red and flushed from her own heavy breathing. "No, I'm okay," she gasped. "Your right, that was fun. I've never felt anything so amazing before. To say it felt really good is a great understatement. I just need to catch my breath."
Lightly stroking her with his fingertip up her stomach and between her breasts, Dracula smiled wickedly as he asked seductively, "Do you think you could handle more? I can go all day."
She smiled while he picked her up in his strong arms and placed her back on the bed, where she noticed the warm sticky liquid on the covers and grinned in embarrassment.
Dracula waved it away. "Don't worry about it. I will ask housekeeping to clean it later." He smiled teasingly at her and she chuckled again.
He slid his arms around her, and kissed her deeply with such passion as she guided him into her once more. She gasped quietly at the feeling of his prick inside her and she embraced him. Once again he began another rhythm and increased the pace as they felt themselves become enveloped in the flames of hunger and lust, yelling each other's names as it grew.
Then their climax came on stronger and quicker than expected as the crashing wave of incredible fulfillment had come out of the blue, causing them to scream their names once again. Elisa's climax was enough to stimulate Dracula's own as he finally came to peak, ejecting more of his semen deep into his human lover's womb, which this time made it.
All of a sudden, the door flew open and a group of familiar teenagers stormed in.
Johnny followed the echo of those familiar voices, though he thought with such thick stone walls in an old castle like this, they would have been better at sound proofing. He came to the room Dracula had brought Elisa in, and he could hear faint but loud cries of some kind from behind the door.
Around the corner, Hank had met up with Pedro and Wendy and each of them complained or wondered where all that noise was coming from. Wendy suggested going to Mavis' room when she naively thought that since Mavis had fallen in love with Johnny, the two of them must be 'doing it.' And by those words, the group of friends got it in their heads that Mavis was having her first love making with Johnny.
Mavis, on the other hand, had made her way down the hall, after being awoken by the screaming. As the Shrunken Heads continued to shout, several more monster guests opened their doors to see what was going on and where that harsh roar came from. One of them was Eunice, complaining to her sweet niece about having a room to close to a wild couple again, but Frank quickly pulled her back inside. She met up with her friends, who accused her of 'doing it' when she had no idea on what they were talking about and blankly pointed out how can she be 'doing it' when she's standing right in front of them, which convinced her friends what they believed wasn't true. Then she saw Johnny at one of the doors, asking, "What's going on, Johnny?"
The red-head gave a startled yelp. "Oh, Mavis, it's just you." Johnny calmed down as he put a hand on his heart. "And the rest of you too." He noticed Hank, Pedro and Wendy right behind her.
"It looks like you guys aren't the ones 'doing it' after all," Pedro said, shrugging his shoulders in defeat.
"What are you talking about?" Johnny was confused.
"They thought all the noise we've been hearing was from us," Mavis explained.
Johnny's blue cheeks changed their color to red. "Ohhh." But he decided to get to the point. "Uh, what're you guys doing here?"
"I couldn't sleep," Mavis explained. "I started hearing weird noises and my room's on another floor. Vampire hearing can be pretty acute, you know." She smiled shyly at him, and he returned it with his own love struck grin.
"Yeah... it can..." Johnny sighed, before shaking his head to snap out of it. "I-I mean, uh... I couldn't sleep either. What do you think's going on in there? I hope they're not fighting."
"Who's fighting?" Wendy asked.
"Dracula and Elisa," Johnny replied.
"Oh no," Mavis gasped, looking concerned. "Do you think we should see if they're okay? I left them earlier today to give them some privacy, because I overheard my dad planning a dinner date with her." The groups' eyes widened when they heard this. "I thought they would at least talk because Elisa looked sad earlier, remember?"
"Yeah. Let's just make sure they're okay." Johnny agreed, and so did everyone else.
He began to reach for the door knob, but the Shrunken Head shouted urgently at him, "DO NOT DISTURB!"
"What?" Johnny was annoyed. "I just wanna see if Drac and Ellie are okay!"
"If they're fighting, we wanna help stop it!" Hank added irately.
"Trust me, kids," the Shrunken Head warned them. "If you'll pardon the expression, but I'm dead serious when I say 'Do not disturb' here! They're better than okay. In fact, I'd say they're CLOSER to each now than ever, so close it's like they're trying to be the same person."
The kids exchanged confused expressions, then leaned their ears in closer to the door and listened to the not so muffled cries, shouts of inappropriate language and the creaking of bed springs.
"Oh, Dracula! Oh, God! HERE IT COMES!" screamed Elisa, and it was followed by a vampiric roar that made the door shutter.
The kids drew back immediately, eyes widened while they blankly looked at one another.
"Yyyyyeah... I say they're okay," Johnny tried to hide embarrassment, at last figuring out what was really going on.
"Are you sure they're okay?" Mavis asked suspiciously, while more guests began to open their doors to see what was going on. "I'm going to make sure."
"Mavis, wait!" Johnny panicked, but he was too late in stopping her because she opened the door.
Mavis practically threw open the door and stormed right into the guest room. A terrified Johnny and the rest of the group followed her in tow. Mavis wanted so badly to see what Johnny was afraid they were going to see and hoped her father wasn't trying to hurt Elisa. But her eyes were met by a sight she will regret for the rest of her undead life. She thought watching Kitty Cartwright changing the Nosepicker's diapers on Bad Friday was terrible, but this was far worse.
Dracula lay on top of Elisa, his backside and hips gyrating in-between her legs. His buttocks could be seen moving in rhythm. Elisa's legs were pressed against his butt pulling him inward. Both of them made high-pitched moans of sexual pleasure. Their clothes lay scattered on the floor and their bodies completely exposed to her eyes that even made Mavis's brain hurt.
"HOLY RABIES!" Mavis shrieked.
"OH, MY GOD!" Johnny yelled.
"AAAHHH! THEY'RE NAKED!" Hank shouted, giving his infamous girlish squeal.
"ARGH! I'M BLIND!" Pedro hollered, shielding his eyes.
"URGH! THE HORROR!" Wendy squealed.
Hearing their voices, Dracula's head shot up and glanced over his shoulder. "WHAT THE HELL?!" he bellowed.
Elisa screamed at this sudden intrusion. The kids screamed. Mavis screamed, the exact same scream she made on Bad Friday four years ago. Johnny screamed the same way he did when he first found out the monsters at the hotel weren't in costumes. Dracula let out a cry, the same cries he made when under the pool water, as he stumbled out of the bed. He immediately tried gathering some clothes or something to cover himself with, preserve some of his dignity and spare his precious daughter the sight of his and Elisa's nudity. All the while he stumbled and tripped over his own scattered clothes on the floor and landed on the floor face first.
All he could find to cover himself with was the blanket that Elisa crawled under to hide and cover herself. He was lucky it was thick and big enough to cover themselves. Dracula shot a brief cold glare at the kids, which they didn't need to see through their fingers to know the hormone induced and maddened vampire was giving them.
"Kids!" Dracula squeaked in embarrassment, his pale skin going bright pink. "Um, eh, you really should knock before entering a guest's room. Didn't I teach you better than that?"
"Uhhh..." Mavis said after calming down. "What are two doing in here? We were worried you and Ellie were fighting."
"No, we were having sex," Elisa blurted out from under the covers, trying to hide her smeared green make up to keep Mavis and her monster friends from seeing her human skin tone, and mentally kicked herself for what she confessed as Dracula glared at her for saying it.
"No, Mavy!" Dracula exclaimed overly sweetly. "We're just, uh... playing a game. A game for grownups, where we... eh... see how many kinds of clothing we can, uh..."
"Dad, I know about the bats and the bees!" Mavis told him, insulted and annoyed how he still thought her so naïve about some things.
Dracula suspected that Mavis must have talked to either Eunice or Wanda about it at some point without his knowledge or even his permission. "I'm gonna have a long talk with Eunice and Wanda later. They shouldn't be telling you things you don't want to hear."
"Dad, I'm not a little kid anymore. I'm old enough to understand the facts of life!" She faced the couple in the bed, looking utterly stabbed in the back. "And how could you both do something so disgusting, even on my birthday!" Mavis sniffed an odd smell coming from the room. She held her nose at the unpleasant smell in disgust. "Ugh! What is that smell?" Then she noticed the large stain in the bed where the lovers had struck a climax and where blanket didn't cover up.
"Did one of you guys pee in the bed?" Pedro asking, holding his nose.
Dracula and Elisa blushed again. They didn't answer the young teens, far too embarrassed about what it was and how it was their making. But their embarrassed expressions gave them away as the kids grew repulsed when they figured it out.
"OH, DAD!" Mavis gaped.
"Mavy, I'm sorry!" Dracula desperately tried to explain. "I love Elisa and... well, things kind of got out of hand. Ugh, that's not helping either."
"You do realize that your dad's gonna kill you for this," Johnny flatly told the human woman.
"OH, NO!" Elisa exclaimed, horrified by the thought of her family, and especially her father, discovering her in bed with Count Dracula. They would personal stake Dracula through the heart and never trust Elisa to be on her own ever again. And then another dreadful thought came to her. She will get pregnant with the child of Count Dracula. Her family will be demanding the identity of the father and once they discover the baby might be a vampire, she will be forced to tell the truth and the baby might be staked. She didn't want to think those awful thoughts.
Just then, Dracula realized he heard aggravated yelling and shouting coming from the hallway. He used his advance sight ability to see pass Johnny when he heard his Shrunken Head employees yelling 'Do not disturb' along with the cranky guests giving complaints about some rowdy couple being extremely loud in their love making and demanding to know who made those ear piercing, wall shattering roars, and intensely demanding to see the Count about it immediately.
"Oh no," groaned Dracula.
From underneath the covers, Elisa apologized to the young teens, "We're so sorry about the ruckus you heard, and that you had to see us like this."
"It doesn't matter." Mavis scowled, turning her back on them and it scarred Dracula and Elisa on the inside to see her like this.
"Never mind," Hank brushed it off awkwardly. "I've heard my parents do it plenty of times back home."
"That's rough, dude." Johnny shook his head.
Dracula looked even more embarrassed that his guests continued to complain and demanded to see him. He telekinetically summoned his long cape to wrap around his body to appear he was clothed, and quickly smooth back his wildly mussed up hair. He teleported out of the room with a trail of blue mist behind him, not before he froze Mavis and friends in place to keep from exposing his secret, wisping to the end of the hall to make it look as though he just arrived. He glided down the hall with his cape cocooned around his figure and tried to make a stern expression on his face.
"Mr. Dracula, there you are!" said one of the heads of Mr. Hydraburg.
"Your Grace, the party is tonight, and I can't get my beauty rest with all that noise!" complained the skeleton husband.
"There's a honeymooning couple in that room over there being way too loud!" said a grouchy gremlin with his wife by his side nodding her head.
"Can you tell them to keep it down? I've been looking forward to the party all weekend!" growled a gargoyle.
"Alright! Calm down, everybody!" Dracula bellowed, purposely not meeting anybody's gaze so as not to blush in front of the gathered crowd, among which were some of his friends, the Steins and the Wolves and the Mummy and the Invisible Man, parted for him to get through. "I'll have a talk with them. Which room is it?"
The entire crowd pointed in the direction of the room he and Elisa had been making wild whoopee.
"Not to worry, everybody," he announced politely. "Everything will be taken care of, I'll speak with them. Go back to sleep, and rest for my daughter's party tonight."
Most of the guests did as they were told, except his friends lingered a bit longer.
"Drac, are you okay?" Wanda asked gently.
Dracula froze in place with hesitation. "Yes, Wanda, never better," he replied without meeting her gaze. "Why do you ask?"
"Through all the screaming..." Wanda said slowly. "...we thought we heard a roar."
"We recognized it as yours cause we all know you well. What's going on?" Murray questioned.
Still not looking at anybody in the eye, Dracula felt hot and flushed in the face. He turned a bright magenta. He told his friends hollowly, "I'm sorry, my friends, that was me."
In the bedroom, Elisa froze at what she thought he was about to say about him and her, but sighed in relief when he covered up the story.
"I had that terrible dream about Martha's passing again. I guess with my Mavy's birthday here now, I miss her even more."
For a moment, Elisa felt a stab of jealousy at what Dracula said, but she tried to push it away knowing why he said it, and remembering how he told about how she died earlier. Meanwhile, his friends exchanged skeptical faces at Dracula's excuse for his roars, but Frank and Wanda were the only ones smiling.
"Alright, Drac, as long as you're okay," said Frank. "We know Martha would have wanted you and Mavis to be happy."
Dracula tensed and his eyes widened, as though sensing Frank was giving him a knowing smile while his others friends went back to their rooms with raised eyebrows. He glided back into the room where Elisa waited for him. Mavis and the gang were unfrozen by hum, as the Count slouched over and sighed, "Phew. That was close."
"Why did you lie to them, Dad?" Mavis demanded furiously. "They needed to know the truth!"
"No, they don't! I don't want any scandals going on about me and my girlfriend caught in bed on your birthday!" Dracula reprimanded his daughter. "And you shouldn't be angry with me just because I found someone!"
"You're taking advantage of my friend through seduction!" snapped Mavis. "Mom would never want this!"
Her icy words grasped at Elisa's and Dracula's hearts.
"Look at me!" Dracula commanded, covering half of his face with his cape and activated his hypnotizing powers to lock Mavis's eyes, as well as Johnny's and her friends, under his spell. "You will not remember barging in on me and Elisa. As far as you're all concerned, you walked in on me using a shower because my own is being repaired," he commanded in his soothing hypno-voice.
He blinked, and his eyes changed back to normal. Mavis, Johnny and the rest of the gang blinked with blank stares. Telekinetically, Dracula had hidden Elisa's clothes under the bed and covered her form under the thick bed covers.
Suddenly Mavis covered her eyes and looked away from her father. "Oh! Sorry Dad, we didn't know you'd be in here. But why are you wearing your cape instead of a bath robe?"
"I uh, put on my cape in haste when I heard you kids come in," he lied sheepishly.
No memory of her raging at her father for falling in love with her new witch friend, nor was there a memory of her lashing out at him for betraying her mother. This was exactly how Dracula wanted it to be. He was desperate to save her trust. And knowing her friends couldn't be trusted, he had to do the same for them. He looked over at Johnny, his expression told the vampire he still can't erase his memory as a result of the contact lenses, so he aimed a silent look that said 'not a word' and the young boy nodded in understanding.
Mavis peeked through her fingers as she and the group slowly left the room, and because her father did not cover his private area upon returning to the room, she mumbled in disgust, "Sheesh, Dad, put on some clothes."
Dracula only gave his daughter an irked expression like she didn't know what she was talking about.
Johnny walked out the door, mumbling, "Maybe they should do a make love contest with Hank's parents or the werewolves."
"What was that, Johnny?" Dracula raised an eyebow, not sure he overheard him right.
"Uh, nothing, Drac," Johnny stammered."You sleep well, and we'll see you and El... uh, I mean everybody else at the party tonight." He almost gave them away. "I don't ever want to see that again," he grumbled, keeping his eyes shut as he walked back to his room to try and catch up on some sleep.
Dracula closed the door and locked it this time so no one else can walk in on them. His cape dropped to the floor, revealing to Elisa all his gloriously smooth pale vampire glory. She made up the bed again with the fallen pillows and comforter as she lay there, unconsciously tempting Dracula to her once again.
"Why did you erase their memories?" demanded Elisa.
"You saw how Mavis reacted when she saw me with you in bed," said Dracula. "I made a promise never to fall in love again because of my loyalty to Martha and with this zing thing going on... until I met you, my undead life changed. So please, don't say a word about this to her or anyone else, and let them think we parted as friends."
Elisa sighed. This was going to be a tough decision for both of them. "Very well," she caved in.
"Perhaps we should get some sleep too, Elisa, my love," he said soothingly, yet he had other thoughts.
"Yeah, I'm really worn out. You were incredible. I loved it," she said honestly. She knew his other thoughts meant more sex, but after remembering Mavis's hurt feelings, she decided to show how tired she really felt after all the excitement they shared together she yawned.
Dracula smiled at her, and climbed into bed with her. He cuddled closer to Elisa, enjoying the soft feel of a girl by his side once more. Hawaii may have been called a paradise, but in this moment for both Dracula and Elisa, this was true paradise for both of them.
The rest of the day passed without any more incidents now that everyone rested well. Dracula awoke a bit early before sunset and redressed. He found outside the door a box with what he had ordered. He had ordered his housekeeping witches to make a special dress for Elisa after talking about Martha. He placed the box next to a still sleeping Elisa. Dracula leaned down gently and kissed her lightly on the lips while he smiled longingly.
But his face momentarily dropped when the vampire realized what was to come after the party; Elisa will return to the human world with Johnny, and Dracula knew in his heart it was the right thing to do, though now he greatly wished it didn't have to be this way. Dracula left a note for Elisa on the box as he quietly left the room, and went to make the final preparations for Mavis's 118th birthday party.