I don't own the characters, this would never be allowed on CBBC.
Of course, I decided to start a new short Adam!Vlad/Ingrid story, but I know I need to update this and Chosen Two, so I'm doing that before I get sucked into anything else.
This chapter and maybe the next are mostly smut but a bit of development, the story will start to focus slightly less on the horny vampires... well, at least just them. They still insist on regularly getting naked and distracting me from actual story stuff, but there will be things happening soon!
-YD-
Bertrand had barely made it back to their joint bedroom before Robin was pouncing on him and mouthing over his chest. "Robin, as lovely as that is, you may want to actually take the potion if you want it to work!" Robin had leapt up then, his young lover stretching over to the bedside table for a bottle with his name on. Robin downed half of the bottle in one gulp, grimacing at what Bertrand expected was an unpleasant taste. "I don't know if it will work immediately, but just in case we'd better get started husband of mine!" Bertrand wasn't in a mood to argue, the lithe pale body rubbing against his own was intensely arousing. Robin was already holding lubricant, stripping off his shorts and hovering over Bertrand to let him stretch him open. Bertrand loved doing this, watching Robin's eyes fall closed and his mewls of pleasure as he was prepared, the twitches of his cock at the pressure against his prostate making his hips jerk forwards. His lover had grown impatient at Bertrand's slow pace, seizing the lubricant and slicking Bertrand's cock quickly, sinking down in one fluid motion and staying seated, flush against his thighs. "Fuck Bertrand, you're so big like this!" Bertrand smirked, Robin made comments about his above average size on a daily basis - he'd even brought it up at their blood binding!
"Doesn't seem to stop you coming back for more Robin, now get moving if you want to get full of baby like Ingrid was." Robin keened above him, thighs already shaking as he lifted and dropped. Bertrand was rarely one for words during sex, but right now he wanted to take Robin apart. "I was just as enamoured as you and Vlad with Ingrid's swelling stomach, I was just better at hiding it. I remember when I was inside her, that life growing inside her was erotic. Soon you'll be just like that Robin." Bertrand smirked as Robin panted harder, pushing his muscles to ride the cock inside him faster. "I heard Ingrid... fuck, there... Ingrid say she wanted to see Vlad knock you up too." Surprised Robin could even speak, Bertrand had to hold himself back for a moment, the idea of Vlad worshipping him as he grew a child inside him making his hips spasm. Robin was smirking, knowing exactly what he was thinking as he fucked himself on Bertrand's cock.
"You want to watch me filled with Vlad's baby while you're full of mine?" Rolling his hips a little harder, he could feel Robin's muscles starting to flutter and clench around him. His lover nodded, biting his lip and reaching down to fist at his cock. The cool fluid hitting his chest pushed him over the edge, Robin whimpering as Bertrand spilled inside him. They lay together shaking slightly, sharing satisfied smirks at the amusement from Ingrid and grumbling from Vlad - they'd heard everything naturally. Handing shorts to his young lover, Bertrand pulled on his own and they zipped off to join the baby-watching Draculas. Vlad scowled at them as they walked through the door, though there was no real malice in it. Ingrid was holding a sleeping Alex so Bertrand felt safe asking, though he was only doing it to wind Vlad up. "What's the problem Vlad?" Robin was sharing his cheeky smile as Vlad replied. "Talking about all sorts of things I want to get in on when I can hear you but not join in is rude!" Vlad actually pouted at them then, Ingrid smirking at her three husbands.
Pretending he needed to think seriously about it, Bertrand schooled his face into 'deep thought'. "I'm sorry Vlad, are you insinuating you would like to have intercourse, or impregnate me?" Ingrid had to press a hand to her mouth to fight away laughing and waking Alex up at Vlad's aroused whine. He scowled at them each in turn before flashing a seductive smile at Bertrand, his cock twitching in anticipation already. "At this point I don't really care, but I'd feel bad leaving Ingrid out if us three men were all busy trying to make babies." Robin had grinned then, dashing off and returning with a small bottle. "Mix this with the other potion tonight and drink it, then let Vlad loose on you tomorrow." The three of them turned confused faces to Robin then.
"What is it Robin? I trust your skills, but I'd like to know what I'm drinking." Robin beamed at him for saying he trusted him then, warming Bertrand's heart. "I originally mixed it for Ingrid, the potion has a shelf life of like fifty years. It's basically a "the next shot knocks me up" drink - while us boys can switch top and bottom depending on who wants baby battering, Ingrid's a little trickier and as we said, we were never going to assume Ingrid would want to give anyone but Vlad children. So I hunted out fertility potions." Even Bertrand was surprised at how much thought Robin had put in to making sure Ingrid had control over her body like that, and they all looked on in amusement as Ingrid handed a sleeping Alex to Vlad before getting up and kissing Robin until he was weak in the knees. Bertrand felt his stomach flutter at the dopey grin on Robin's face, and the seductive smirk on Ingrid's. Robin shivered when Ingrid whispered "thank you" against his ear, getting another smirk before Ingrid sat down and retrieved her son from a wide eyed Vlad.
"So, if Bertrand takes that and the other potion, it would basically guarantee he got pregnant tomorrow?" Robin had winked then, dimpled smile on his face. "Well, it won't just appear, someones gotta fuck him!" Bertrand made sure to swat him around the ear then for swearing in front of Alex - even if he was sleeping. "But otherwise, yes Vlad. I wasn't planning on rushing but if you decide to go ahead, I'll take a shot of it too and that way we'll both be pregnant at the same time!" Vlad had turned to Ingrid then, face a mix of confusion, happiness and arousal. "I had expected you guys to want to space out kids a little further, but so long as nobody is planning on putting a baby in me any time soon, I'm all for it boys." Noticing the look in Vlad's eyes, Bertrand dashed to scoop up Alex so Vlad could leap on his sister and kiss her soundly. "Of course, it's your choice too Bertrand?" Bertrand smirked, Vlad clearly knew they both wanted this. "I better go get that potion, you too Robin. We'll take Alex for a bath, you two have fun." Vlad and Ingrid smirked at both he and Bertrand, dashing back to their bedroom. It wasn't always immediately obvious those two were faster than Robin or he - unless they were aroused in which case they were unidentifiable blurs. Smiling down at the young son who would soon be a big brother to two siblings, Bertrand passed Alex to Robin so he could retrieve the potion (and possibly catch an eyeful of Vlad and Ingrid).
Tossing his sister to the bed, Vlad stripped out of his boxers and shamelessly ogled Ingrid removing her tshirt and underwear. She smirked at his exuberant actions, raising a querying eyebrow at him practically bouncing on the spot. "What's got into you little brother?" Fairly certain the aroused whine he made was slightly pathetic, Vlad clambered onto the bed to kiss Ingrid. "Thank you for letting me share in the miracle potion, I know how you felt when you first heard about it." Ingrid smiled softly at him then, a rare moment of tender affection as her smooth fingers stroked his cheek. "We're bound for eternity Vlad, by blood, love and ritual binding. We may as well all be bound by batlings too." Nuzzling at her neck, Vlad kissed over the scarred mark there. Ingrid wasn't thrilled about the way their claims left scars, but she never stopped him touching it and they never resented if she wanted to cover them up. Not that she did that often, they rarely ventured from their nest.
Gently turning her face to meet his eyes, Vlad actually hoped his eyes were burning slightly right now. "I meant it Ingrid, I love you and we are all a family. You are no less my big sister and bloodwife because Robin found a way for us to have babies that doesn't put any stress on you." Vlad caught the hint of tears in her eyes before they closed, brushing kisses over the lids gently, trailing down her nose to press his lips to hers. She responded eagerly, tongue and fangs scraping over each other. A gentle knock at the door interrupted them, both turning from their twined position to see Bertrand's curly hair edging around the door. "I realise you guys were having a private moment, but Robin left the potion in here and I wanted to get it before you two got too... absorbed." Vlad smiled, knowing he had a tendency to get lost in his lovers. "Go ahead oh glorious tutor, feel free to pop back later if you're disappointed you didn't get a good eyeful." Bertrand smirked at Vlad's cheeky comment, picking up the bottle with Robin's name on and flitting off again. A tug in his hair had a shocked gasp falling out of him, Ingrid's mouth back on his as soon as he turned his head. The grip in his hair tightened and relaxed and Ingrid swallowed Vlad's moans of pleasure, echoing them when his cock filled and pressed against her.
"Better get to it little brother, you boys will be busy tomorrow night!" Vlad keened against Ingrid's neck, feeling her slick and wet against his cock as they rubbed against each other. "I'll be sure to save some energy for my big sister, don't worry." He smirked in triumph when her breath hitched at his words, moving down to kiss and suck at her breasts and slip his fingers inside her. She clenched around him instinctively, arching into the touches and making breathy sounds of pleasure. He felt her grow wetter from his fingers, sucking her taste off his skin before moving to slide his cock into her slick entrance. They both groaned at the sensation, bodies slotting together perfectly. She always felt so hot, so wet and the way her hips rose to meet every thrust had him whimpering in pleasure, shaking with the effort to savour the feeling rather than just take her harder. Ingrid wasn't in the mood for slow and loving tonight though, scraping her nails down his back and biting at his neck and collarbone until he broke and let the heat consume him, fucking into her harder and revelling in her appreciative moans. Vlad felt her tightening around him, hotter and wetter as she approached climax and sank her fangs into his chest. Knowing the taste of his blood aroused her somehow, Vlad let the pleasure-pain take him and spilled inside her, feeling her tremble beneath him as she followed. Her tongue soothed over the marks she made, lapping up the drops of blood and healing the holes she'd made. The bruise would heal by itself though, Ingrid loved marking his body.
Slipping out of her gently, Vlad kissed her bloodstained lips and smiled at her. Ingrid returned his smile, fangs nipping at his lip as they kissed until the skin broke and blood dripped onto her waiting tongue. Pulling away to smirk at her, Vlad licked at his sticky mouth. It didn't really taste of anything to him, but all his lovers swore his blood tasted amazing since he turned 18 and Vlad wasn't about to deny his mates. Laying next to Ingrid, Vlad glowed with happiness as she turned to rest her head on his chest. Vlad was always more affectionate after sex, and while Ingrid was more pliant after they coupled, she was rarely truly affectionate. Wrapping an arm around her pale shoulders, Vlad felt her fingers trace the bruise on his chest. "I've never known a vampire so happy to be bitten repeatedly as you." Unable to resist making a joke, Vlad pointed out "you've never known a vampire like me though." Ingrid conceded his point, fingers trailing over his torso and tracing the lines of his muscles. Vlad let his mind drift slightly, their bond humming contently as they lay together. His attention was quickly returned when Ingrid's cool fingers wrapped around his softened cock, her smirking against his skin as his cock filled out at her touch. "You turn me on, I'm not sure that's a revelation Ingrid. We have the baby to prove it!" Ingrid leaned up to kiss him then, tongue licking at his lower lip to chase the remnants of blood and she moaned against him then.
He felt his cock twitch in her hand, her smirk against his mouth. He whined in frustration when he felt the whisper of displaced air over his skin as she flitted away, almost yelping in surprise when he felt his arms pushed up and cool metal click around his wrists. Ah, Ingrid's fang cuffs. They'd tested the theory on another pair, Vlad could break them if he absolutely had to but was more than happy to let his lovers cuff him to most furniture and thoroughly fuck him. Which seemed to be Ingrid's goal, her long nails scratching down the sensitive skin of his sides until he arched into the touch. Precum beaded on his cock as she bit at his nipples, they were fairly numb to gentle touches but rough contact had him groaning in pleasure, tugging at the cuffs in an effort to hold her there longer. The bite of metal on Vlad's skin aroused him further, the utter submission and control Ingrid took from him was powerful and erotic. Her nails returned, scratching deeper into his chest and stomach and making his cock jerk at the sensation. The scratches trailed down, burning trails of pain and pleasure along his inner thighs until he panted out "Ingrid... please", unsure of what he was even asking for.
Ingrid seemed to know what he wanted, what he needed as she straddled him. Still wet from their earlier coupling, Vlad felt her slide down his length with ease, sitting flush against him and managing to fix him with a smirk so sensual and seductive, Vlad thought he might come from that alone. Ingrid had other ideas for him though, nails sinking into him hard as she lifted and dropped on his cock. The cuffs on his wrists and her weight on his hips meant he had a limited range of movement, thrusting up as best he could and itching to touch Ingrid's body. Her pale breasts bounced with each rise and fall of her body on his, and Vlad ached to worship the creamy skin there. Ingrid noticed his eyes following her chest, smirking and raising her hands to tease at her nipples. Vlad was almost certain she was exaggerating the pleasure, but it aroused him further still. Feeling her thighs start to shake against his, Vlad tried to thrust harder into her, wanting her to come with him. Gratified to see her jaw drop, mouth falling open as she clenched around him, Vlad let the tingles of pain and the bite of the fangcuffs burn through him, spilling inside his sister again and falling against the bed feeling thoroughly spent. Ingrid shakily rose off of him, leaving Vlad feeling somewhat sticky and used and ignoring the thrill that sent through him.
Confusion creased his face as he felt the fang cuffs come loose, Ingrid still in front of him. Craning his neck, Vlad spotted Bertrand freeing his hands and rubbing at his wrists. Another pressure settled on the bed, and Vlad barely had time to try and protest before a smirking Robin was licking and sucking at his sticky skin. Robin seemed to have taken on a mantle of "cleaning up" after the others, and Vlad felt his three lovers hold him down while he tried to twist away from the overstimulation. "If any of you ever want me again, you'd better stop before Robin breaks me!" He sighed in relief as Robin relented, scrambling shakily into a pair of boxers and smiling at his bruised wrists. Bertrand and Robin were both looking at his ravaged skin, bruises and bites and scratches littering his whole body right now. "Blimey Vlad, whatever you said to her I'm not sure it should be repeated." They all chuckled at that, Ingrid winking at Vlad and her eyes clearly screaming "we both know you loved it". Tugging on his training bottoms and shoes, Vlad turned to the others. "Can't be slacking off training just because you guys are animals, it's two hours to sunrise!" Robin offered to stay behind to keep watch over Alex, still feeling a little delicate from Bertrand earlier and wanting to rest up before tomorrow night. Ingrid and Bertrand both climbed into their running gear, the three of them taking turns to kiss Robin before flitting downstairs. They ran for an hour, returning to the training room for target practice and defensive blocks.
Vlad and Ingrid shared a smirk as Ingrid floored Bertrand, her slender pale body looking slightly odd pinning his tanned muscular bulk. Betrand called them out, rolling the 'c' in Dracula in the way he knew Vlad loved. "Come on then Draculas, show me how the chosen two do it!" Vlad looked to Ingrid, getting a nod and standing to spar with his sister. Vlad was stronger, both physically and vampirically, but Ingrid knew how to press her advantages. Vlad was built for sustained power, but Ingrid could call on hers for short bursts easier and shocked him to the floor. Struggling up, Vlad closed his eyes and focused. Bertrand hated him doing this, warning Vlad never to leave himself so vulnerable. The two shocked sounds from his mates told him he'd hit home, both frozen to their spots stood opposite him. "I've left your mouths unfrozen so you can tell me if it worked properly, can you move or use your powers at all?" Twin "no's" answered him and Vlad lifted the blocks. "How did you do that?" Bertrand's eyes were wide in awe, Ingrid looking surprised at the new powers. "You both know how much I hate actually hurting anyone, I've been working on powers I can use to stop enemies and assailants without having to dust them or fangcuff them to a sunbed."
His mates nodded, both clearly impressed at Vlad's control over his powers. "Neither of us like this Vlad, but now you're in better control we need to check you can still zone." Vlad grimaced, hating the dark flow of zoning. Bertrand had wanted him to try and zone since he turned 18, but Vlad had refused until he was sure his powers weren't too wild. Bidding Ingrid to move to the furthest corner, Vlad drew on his darker power. "Pick a spot and stand there Bertrand, I can't look at you when I do this." Bertrand had nodded, understanding how Vlad felt. Closing his eyes, Vlad threw out the crystal light and felt it hit it's mark. Opening his eyes, the crystal Bertrand was trapped in a darker green than before, Vlad anxiously threw it against the wall. Sighing in relief, Vlad leapt on his oldest lover and kissed him, tears in his eyes. "It works, please never make me do that to you again." Bertrand had nodded, wrapping his arms around Vlad's trembling shoulders. "Come on Vlad, it's almost dawn. Let's get some rest before tomorrow." Feeling his spirits lift at the thought of the following night, Vlad flitted to look in on their son before entangling between his mates and letting the happiness and love surround him into slumber.
There was a general hum of excitement between all of them as they woke, even Ingrid's part of their bond matching them as Robin thought of what tonight would mean. Other than the usual fantastic sex of course. It had been slightly sudden, the decision that Vlad would knock up Bertrand the same night as Bertrand was knocking up Robin. Robin expected to feel slightly jealous, but he was excited at the thought of sharing this admittedly terrifying and thrilling experience with someone. Vlad stirred soon, Bertrand always waking with him - even when it was Robin sleeping next to Vlad and Bertand next to Ingrid. Those two had a strange bond, Bertrand seemingly in tune with Vlad in a way that wasn't their bond, wasn't tangible but still there. Ingrid and Vlad were bonded by their life, their blood. The tattoo on Vlad's side and their rings soothed Robin's anxiety about being an outsider. He wasn't just here, they'd all voluntarily bound themselves to him forever and Vlad had marked his body permanently to prove it - by bite and by ink. This was his family, and soon there would be two new additions. He had to admit, the idea of a baby who looked alot like Vlad with Bertrand's dark curls or bright eyes was adorable.
Ingrid had woken soon after, sleepily demanding blood until Bertrand handed over the bottle. Watching his wife drain half the bottle while he and Vlad shared their soy blood, Robin smiled at their strange nest habits. Vlad and Ingrid had both climbed out of bed then, much to the consternation of he and Bertrand. "I'm going to change and feed Alex, then Ingrid's having some one on one time with him while we "toss each other around like ragdolls" as she calls it." The twin smiles on the siblings faces was too adorable to argue with, so Robin let them flit off to Alex without further complaint, corking the soya bottle and floating it over to the shelf. His powers were finally all in, and while he wasn't massively super powerful, he had a decent range and Bertrand trained him well. Plus, he was an alchemist. It was already proven he could do his work well - Ingrid wasn't pregnant again more than six months after Alex when they had sex repeatedly, practically every night. Tonight would be the ultimate test though, both his "male pregnancy" potion and "next shot works shot" as Vlad had called it. His body still twitched when he remembered the kiss Ingrid had bestowed on him for that particular brew, and Bertand's smirk told him the telepathy bond was active enough for him to have heard it.
Rolling over to the muscular man, Robin pulled Bertrand to lie over him and kissed him, delighting in the larger man dominating his mouth. Vlad returned a few minutes later, leaning casually against the wardrobe until they pulled apart to turn and grin at him. "Shall I leave you two alone for a while longer? You seemed busy!" Vlad stuck his tongue out at them then, and Robin knew he wasn't being serious. "Ingrid's taken Alex to the library, he's starting to try and speak so she's gone to read to him in the hopes it'll help him along." They all grinned at that, Robin and Bertrand delighting in the progress of the first Dracula heir. "At the rate he's growing and learning, he'll be able to read to his two new siblings soon." Bertrand added, and Robin couldn't suppress the dopey smile at the image of tiny babies with Alex's pure Dracula face reading them "Grimmer Fairy Tales".
"Not if you two don't get on with the baby making, come on what does a vampire have to do to get laid round here?" The response was swift and predicatable, Robin found himself flipped onto his stomach and slick fingers rubbing at his ass. The grunt behind him told that Bertrand was getting similar treatment, seems they were really going for an "all together" moment. The fingers slid inside him, probing and stretching him open. They had probably reached a point where they didn't have to do this every time, but Robin knew they each delighted in arousing their partners and it certainly made walking easier the next day if Bertrand was particularly... happy during sex. Rolling onto his back when he deemed himself stretched enough, he saw Vlad scrunching his face in concentration. Hearing the echo of conversation between Vlad and Ingrid, Robin realised Vlad was offering to block the link if Ingrid wanted to focus on Alex. Ingrid had refused, naturally - Vlad would just be responsible for satisfying her when he was done here. Robin laughed at the absolute way Ingrid ordered him around before wriggling into place and lifting his hips to let Bertrand push inside him.
As they meshed together, Robin could feel the echo as Vlad joined them, their emotional link supplemented by physical joining. Bertrand literally shook between them, it was rare he was in the middle of their 'sandwich' (Ingrid's name for when she made them fuck for her viewing pleasure) and Robin could only imagine how overwhelming the sensations could be on top of the emotional meaning of tonight. Having the ease of movement on his side, Vlad pulled back, thrusting forward hard enough that Robin felt it, gasping in surprise at the sudden pressure. Bertrand seemed to wake up then, sliding back and forth between Robin's ass and Vlad's cock and groaning in pleasure. Vlad seemed content to let him, adding a sharp, hard thrust now and then that had Robin keening in surprised pleasure as both bodies slammed into him. Vlad pushed them with images of both of them swelling with life, rounded with Dracula heirs. Robin thought of Bertrand's eyes glowing with Vlad's "chosen one" flames as they fucked and he shattered beneath them both, surprising a gasp from Bertrand as he clamped down on the cock inside him and came between them.
Vlad slammed into them harder, telling Bertrand to fill Robin repeatedly until he felt the cool liquid spill inside him, Vlad whimpering with his orgasm above them. They trembled together, shaking in pleasure as the love and connection filled them all. They seperated slowly, tumbling into a pile of limbs and Robin enjoyed his and Vlad's pale contrast to Bertrand's olive complexion. He felt a twitch of pleasurable aftershock as Bertrand sank his fangs into his neck, managing to see Vlad doing the same to Bertrand out of the corner of his eye. "May not be necessary but it worked for Ingrid!" Vlad smiled with his bloodied lips, swiping at the dark liquid with his tongue and wiping his mouth. Robin let his body melt into the bed, smiling contently at the thought they'd just bound everyone in their family of undead vampires with tiny developing lives. Running fingers over his flat stomach, he felt Vlad crawl between he and Bertrand to press hands to their abdomens. "I wonder how it'll change, you've both got muscular stomachs. It'd be kind of strange if you had baby bumps with six packs on!" Chuckling at Vlad's mental imagery, Robin crawled out of bed and pulled on his shorts. Bertrand followed suit, picking up a still naked and protesting Vlad and depositing him at the bathroom. "You need a shower, we'll go see if Ingrid wants... relieving Vlad."
Smirking at his bondmates, Vlad flitted into the shower and rinsed his skin clean of come, lube, sweat and blood. His torso was still littered with marks from Ingrid yesterday - he healed much faster than the others but he loved the bruises his lovers left him with, so he allowed them to heal like a human injury - very slowly. Drying off his body and rubbing at his hair, Vlad tried to smooth it down with his hands. Sometimes not having a reflection was bothersome. Peering out of the door to check nobody was walking by with Alex, Vlad flitted back to their bedroom, opening the window for the night so their room wouldn't end up smelling like a brothel - or the training room according to Ingrid. It was hardly his fault his lovers looked attractive sweaty and panting. Ingrid secretly agreed, he knew, but it was a fun pretense to play along with. The vampiress in question had appeared then, Vlad's body reacting almost instantly as Ingrid stripped off her 'baby' clothes and pressed him to the bed with her naked skin. He felt the hum of their blood bond as they connected, kissing gently. "This time next year you'll be a father three times over Vlad, definitely a Dracula!" Vlad smiled at his sister, her bright mood a rarity he was unwilling to spoil as she lay on his chest and looked into his eyes.
This particular view meant he could also see her creamy breasts well, and his cock was very interested in that picture despite Vlad trying to treasure the moment. Ingrid smirked as he filled out against her, sliding down his body sensually and letting his cock slide between her breasts. The sight of her soft, full breasts wrapped around his cock was painfully appealing, precum already beading on his tip. Ingrid's tongue peeked out and licked at the fluid and Vlad groaned at the torturous pleasure. "I bet I could make you come like this, you're already panting like a werewolf in heat." Vlad shook his head, torn between not wanting to lose the feeling and wanting to be inside Ingrid fully and biting his lip to stifle his heavy panting. "I won't lie, any part of you on my cock is pretty hot but I'd rather come inside you." Ingrid smirked up at him then, and Vlad gasped as she bent her head and wrapped her tongue around the head of his cock. Her body shifted and her breasts fell away, replaced by the cool slick feeling of her mouth on his shaft as his cock slid to her throat.
She hummed around his cock and Vlad bucked beneath her, feeling her nails dig into his hips to hold him down and the pain tingled through him. He could feel Ingrid smirking around his cock, sucking harder and pressing her nails until he felt his skin tear. Feeling the heat and pain burn through him, he whimpered "close" but Ingrid sucked harder, tongue pressing against the join between head and shaft and he spurted. He felt her swallow around him, licking at his oversensitive cock until he whined and she finally let him fall from her mouth. Her smirk made his spent cock twitch, and as soon as he felt able to move Ingrid was pinned beneath him, her thighs pushed apart for access. Repeating her motion of pressing on her hips with one hand, Vlad slid two fingers inside her wet heat, amazed at how aroused she was from sucking him off and licking at her clitoris. Ingrid arched into the touch, her hips pushing into his restraining hand until she moaned as he broke the skin there. Sealing his lips around her pleasure bud, Vlad crooked his fingers to press at what Bertrand informed him was her G-spot and felt her thighs shake and tighten around his head. He didn't let her down easy, teasing her with his tongue until she melted into the bed. Licking his fingers clean and wiping his face, Vlad took a moment to appreciate the sight of Ingrid so blissful before crawling along her body to kiss her. She still tasted of him, and he probably tasted of her until her fangs broke his lip open again, latching on and sucking at the drops of blood.
Curling up next to her, Vlad glowed at the sated smile on her face. "Well, you came inside me so you can't complain." Chuckling and nipping at her shoulder, Vlad nuzzled closer to her. "Oh trust me, I'm not complaining. I am however going to drag you to the shower, throw on some clothes and go spend time with our son." Ingrid squealed as he grabbed around her waist, flitting to the shower to rinse the remnants of sex off their skin. Clean, dry and clad in their usual attire of underwear and Ingrid wearing one of their t-shirts (it didn't matter who, so long as it wasn't hers), Vlad followed their bond to the throne room to find Robin giggling at Bertrand feeding Alex, the mush smeared across the smiling baby. Alex turned his intelligent blue eyes on Vlad then, a wider smile breaking across his little face. "Dada!" Vlad thought he might melt there and then, Robin's gaze telling him his eyes were probably alight with happiness. "Yes Alex, that's one of your many 'dadas'." Ingrid added from behind him as he dashed over to his son, uncaring of the sticky baby face and kissing his soft head. "Perfect end to a perfect night, now finish your dinner son." Vlad forced himself to return Alex to Bertrand's lap to finish the jar of baby mush, staring avidly at his little boy and hoping he'd speak again.
-YD-
Now the build up and baby making is underway, there will be plot next chapter! And nakedness, but it's part of the plot now.