Smut sort of becomes story... I need to stop! But alas, I am addicted. And since I've updated my active stories and have an idea I want to put in this, have another chapter!
Part of this reminds me a lot of the early chapters of 'Favour', but that story had considerably less Malik and sex in... And none of the future number three. If you guessed it, well done.
-YD-
"How could Elisabetta have lied to me?" Vlad and Ingrid were telling their father about the mirror incident, though for obvious reasons they omitted several details - the last fuck with Malik right before he dusted him, Ingrid's pregnancy and the events leading up to both. "I don't know. She lied to Malik too. When I dusted him, he just looked defeated. Still, him and his mother are no longer a concern. I feel much better about moving now."
"Mov- moving?" His father looked surprised. "Yeah. I'm Grand High Vampire in seven days, I'm moving the day before my birthday. Living in England when I need to be available to my race? It won't work." Vlad shrugged, trying not to look too happy about what he would be gaining. "You can't just up and go, leave me with nobody but her for company!" Fighting a scowl, Vlad shrugged.
"Ingrid's coming with me. She's on the council too, it makes sense." The Count did a minor dance at the idea of being rid of Ingrid, but the two knew better - their father loved Ingrid, he just resented their mother and Ingrid bore the brunt of it, Vlad being groomed to lead the clan. The Count stopped, realising the previous topic. "And what am I supposed to do when you abandon me?" "I don't know dad. But I have a position, a responsibility. I have to go."
The responsibility included Ingrid's swelling stomach, protecting his child or niece/nephew and Ingrid. Though again, his father didn't need to hear about that. They were dismissed by their father a minute later, the sounds of thunder telling Vlad their father was in a bad mood. Still, he couldn't change that without saying he wouldn't go, and he wasn't about to back out of the move. Most of his things were already packed, the last few things he would need before he left. Zoltan was already gone - Vlad had given the wolf to Wolfie, so he wouldn't always be alone when Magda came and took the halfling back, as she had done now. He missed his little brother, but was glad the boy hadn't been at risk when Elisabetta, Erin and Malik almost annihilated them all.
Now, Vlad had to tackle Bertrand's things. Because there was nobody else who could. Staring into the dusty room, the neatly hung military coats and the three identical pairs of knee high boots, the training gear still clean and perfectly folded, Vlad was choking back tears and trying not to cave in to burning it all so he wouldn't have to look at it. The coats and boots all fit into one of Bertrand's trunks, his books and training gear in another. When Vlad was done, ignoring the tears sliding down his cheeks and dropping off his jaw, the room looked startlingly empty, a small bag of weird knick-knacks Bertrand collected stealing any sense of personality the room had contained of him.
Lifting the things on to the 'ship to Transylvania' pile, Vlad returned to his room to break down in private. He couldn't even curl up in his coffin because it was custom fitted, so he stared up at the ceiling and felt tears continue to well, barely holding in sobs. He was aware when Ingrid walked through his door - literally, she didn't bother opening it - but he felt too pathetic to even look over at her. "Sit up." He obeyed automatically, swiping at his damp eyes and shaking his head. "What's with you?" The first time he tried to answer her, his voice didn't work and he reached for his soya bottle, drinking deeply.
"Sorting Bertrand's stuff. Was just hard, reducing four hundred years to a couple of bags and boxes. He had no-one, but me. And I was the one who... who..." He couldn't finish it, choking on emotions again while Ingrid watched. He was surprised when she sat behind him, the fit somewhat awkward but her arms slid around him, pulling him against her. "Let it out, then let it go." her words were soft against his ear, and Vlad couldn't help but comply, breaking down and crying openly. Ingrid must have thought him utterly pathetic, the ultimate power of the vampire world sobbing like a child over a murder he committed. Very vampire.
Scrubbing at his tear stained cheeks, Vlad couldn't help but turn around, kissing Ingrid and pushing up the skirt of her dress to touch her stomach. "Vlad" she breathed his name, stoking the heat building in his stomach "we could get caught." Whimpering as he kissed her again, he gripped her hips and pulled her body beneath his, fingers resting on the waistband of her tights. "You wouldn't have come in here if dad was home. He went out hunting, or rather, sulking." She lifted her hips at his words, letting him pull off the skintight leather and grope at her ass, stroke over her thighs.
Ingrid broke the kiss again, soft exhalations of pleasure leaving her mouth as Vlad found her wet, teasing at the evident arousal dampening her underwear until she growled in frustration - her way of saying get the fuck on with it. He pulled her upright, needing the access to the back zip fastening of her dress to strip it off her. He whimpered again, finding the corset she knew he loved pushing those sinfully perfect breasts into tantalising mounds, burying his face there and kissing at the swells. His hands smoothed over her stomach again, feeling the curve of her hip bones that would soon disappear as her bump grew.
She tugged at his shirt, sliding the material over his head rather than waste time unbuttoning it. Lifting his arms agreeably, Vlad ducked back down to kiss her again. His jeans were suffocating, grinding a denim-clad erection between Ingrid's thighs, desperate for closer contact. Neither of them said the thing hanging in the air - this was absolutely violating their rules, they could tease and allude and they had kissed, but sex outside of "that room" should not happen. It wasn't slowing them any, Ingrid arching into him, pressing their hips together over and over and clutching at his back, his shoulders and moaning hotly into his mouth.
"Stop, stop" Vlad panted, backing off a little. Ingrid looked up at him in confusion, but he was quick to explain. "I didn't want to be stuck to my clothes" he was still on the edge of coming, but shoving his jeans and underwear down freed his aching cock, and Ingrid's soaked lace and silk was discarded soon after. Dragging her closer by her hips again, Vlad didn't want to move far enough to lose his jeans completely, pushing back between Ingrid's thighs and groaning against her neck, feeling her shake all over as he penetrated her.
His coffin rocked a little, shaking as he and Ingrid fucked, fangs pressing on soft skin and nails clawing at taut muscles. Reaching down, he fumbled at the fastening of her corset until it finally opened, letting him access the pebbled peaks of her breasts, squeezing and rolling them between his fingers and enjoying the obscene sounds it won from Ingrid's mouth. There was an added thrill in his room, no soundproofing protecting them from being heard as he groaned, and Ingrid made no efforts to quiet herself as she cried out in completion, squeezing vice tight around his cock as she came. Already close before he got inside her, Vlad could only sob desperately as he followed, spilling into her and barely keeping his weight on his elbows, panting hard against her neck and fighting for control of his body again.
Finally managing to move, Vlad shifted to a kneeling position so Ingrid could sit up, realising he was restricted by the denim still around his knees. Dropping backwards heavily, he tugged his jeans back up and then pulled Ingrid on to his lap. She didn't fight to stop him, sighing softly as he kissed her bare chest and stroked her stomach. "That was... may be our one to beat." Ingrid hummed in agreement, still in her post coital haze - it was the only time Vlad could ever get away with this and he was taking advantage of that fact.
The baby shifted beneath his hands, Ingrid's joining his and there was a brief second where a hundred issues fell away - they were brother and sister, the baby might not be his, they could be caught naked and clearly post-coital by their father to name a few - and they were just expectant parents, feeling their child develop beneath their hands. Swallowing back a rush of tears, Vlad leaned up to kiss Ingrid. "Thanks for cheering me up. We should probably get cleaned up." Ingrid looked down, his eyes following to see his come had basically leaked out from her, staining his jeans. "Oops. Better get them in the wash before we leave for Transylvania."
Their shipped items piled in the front hall, Vlad and Ingrid were shown to - and invited in to - the Grand High Domicile. Domicile was probably not a large enough word for the small castle he now owned, with some thirty rooms - two of which were full of bottled blood, another six various reception rooms, and two more huge meeting rooms. "This used to be where meetings were held, before the Grand High Vampire, Dracos the second" that was about two thousand years ago, long before any living Dracula's time " decided against so many having unrestricted access to his home. And so the VHC building was constructed nearby, and nobody ever redecorated." The vampire showing them around - Roqueloire, was also his personal security guard, though blissfully he wasn't to be in Vlad's home without permission or unless a dire emergency.
He had only had to say Ingrid was living with him as it would mean all members of the High Council - the ones who met every other week, anyway - were now living in Transylvania, and it was accepted. "There are coffins in four bedrooms, two double and two single. Then another four in the crypts, one double in the master crypt and singles in the guest crypts. Some of your predecessors liked to keep... busy." Cringing slightly, Vlad nodded as they continued the tour. "Training room. Kitchen. Servants quarters, though I hear you declined having live in help?"
"Yeah, I'm capable of taking care of myself. And after living in a school, l could do with the peace and solitude." His first thought when he saw the library was "Bertrand would have loved this" followed by a wave of guilt and nausea, and he was glad the tour was now complete. "Thank you Roqueloire, I will see you at just before midnight for the coronation." The security vampire left, and Ingrid automatically claimed the master crypt - she knew Vlad wouldn't want it. He put Bertrands still-packed things in another room, unsure what else to do with them as he piled his own possessions into a bedroom with a double coffin. After his custom fit one, he craved the space.
"I don't actually understand why there are so many toilets in this place. Bathrooms, yes because bathing/showering off blood is essential to not smelling disgusting, and cleaning fangs is a good idea in general. But vampires don't pee." Ingrid appeared in his room, watching him hang up his capes and complaining at the illogical plumbing apparently. "Well, we do pre transformation? One of my predecessors had twelve children in one century, to four different women. Vampiresses. Maybe he put them all in." Making sure the capes hung just right to stop the collars getting crushed, he moved on to folded clothes and boots. Ingrid gave his basketball shoes a filthy look, as though lace up canvas shoes personally offended her.
"How did dad take you taking the blood mirror?" Grimacing as he remembered THAT argument, Vlad sighed. "Not well. But I can't protect it from here if it's in Garside, and it's a big vulnerability if any lunatic who can break in to the school could ash me by destroying the blood mirror. Pretty attractive if you want to dust the Grand High Vampire but don't want to go up against the Chosen One." Ingrid nodded, waiting until he was done before shoving him against the wall and kissing him hard.
"How long until the coronation?" Managing to pull away from her soft, hot mouth, Vlad looked at his watch to answer her. "There's about nineteen hours until I'm expected at the VHC." Ingrid was already working open his trousers, moving to unfasten his waistcoat next. "Then I think it's time we christen your new coffin." Arching his neck as Ingrid's fangs pressed there, he offered her better access to his throat and was rewarded with her biting down, hands still working off his clothes and he could just feel it in the way Ingrid was touching him - it was 'her night' now. Even though they had no pretense here, nothing to stop them fucking in every room of the castle, nobody to tell them they shouldn't be having sex but they both had an intoxicating mix of submissive and dominant desires, and Vlad was happy to let Ingrid have her night.
They had to seperate so Vlad could kick off his boots and trousers, but it was worth it when Ingrid stripped off too, slow and tantalising until Vlad was sure he was drooling. She pressed back in, kissing him roughly until his knees were struggling to keep him upright. "Coffin. Now." Her words were breathless, hot and needy and it made his cock twitch as he hastened to obey, finding himself soon pinned beneath Ingrid, hips pushing against each other so his erection was pressed between her thighs, rubbing over her clit with each push and he could feel her wetting his cock. She sat back, still pushing against his cock and it was such a tease - Ingrid was moving like she was riding him, but he wasn't inside her, where he was dying to be.
It was still enough for her, feeling more wet arousal coat his cock as Ingrid shuddered, coming apart and he automatically reached for her hips, helping steady her as she came. He was painfully close, hearing Ingrid moan and watching her come arousing all in itself but he hoped if he held on, it would be worth it. His cock was practically bursting, dribbling precum over his abs as Ingrid came down from her high, a pale finger tracing through the puddle on his stomach and pushed into his mouth with a smirk. This was something both of them had learnt not to have an aversion to - given that they still kissed after going down on the other. Ingrid wanted more of a reaction though, so Vlad swiped his tongue over the digit, sucking and moaning around it.
Her surprised moan was his reward, followed by a bruising kiss and a cold hand wrapping around his cock. Vlad managed to break the kiss, panting "I'm gonna come" and whimpering when Ingrid stopped. "Not until I say so" had him whimpering again - Ingrid and edging orgasm control was pure fucking evil torture, even if it was amazing and led to mind-blowing orgasms. She let go of his erection, dropping to his sticky stomach and he was rolled over onto his stomach. If he tried to rub his cock against the bottom of the coffin, Ingrid would notice but when her nails pressed against his back, dragging fiery scratches down Vlad couldn't help it, nerves singing with the painful pleasure.
"You know I know what you're doing" Vlad fought to still his hips, desperate for friction as Ingrid gripped his hair, tugging harshly to tip his head sideways so she could bite down on his throat again. He felt a pulse of precum spill out, barely holding on to his climax now and Ingrid knew it, sucking harshly at his neck and reaching under his contorted body to pinch roughly at his nipples. Just before he came whether she said so or not, Ingrid's eerie foresight had her pulling off him completely, leaving him a trembling mess of pathetic sounds. Already feeling thoroughly debauched, Ingrid turned him back on to his front, smirking at the state of him and his cock twitched under her scrutiny. "Looks painful" Vlad mmm-ed, words failing him as he squirmed.
Ingrid was waiting for Vlad's signal he was back off the edge, all the better to torture him back up to it. Feeling the tiniest amount of urgency fade and desperate for Ingrid's hands on him again, he nodded. He got one full stroke, base to tip before Ingrid released his cock again and straddled his face, intent clear as he gripped her thighs. Dragging his tongue across her wet slit, he groaned at the heady flavour of her and heard her moan. This in itself was torture, he was already close and going down on her was usually enough to get him there. Focusing solely on his task, he sucked at her clit and teased her hole with his tongue, determined to make the goddess above him crash headlong into the waves of pleasure.
Feeling her thighs shake and tighten around his face, Vlad drank down the rush of wet arousal as she came, her whimpers of hypersensitivity as he lapped gently still just as hot. Ingrid managed to get down, resting heavily against his waist and watching as he licked his lips, chasing the wetness on his face. As she sat back up, her perfect ass pressed against the length of his already sensitive cock, Vlad powerless to stop his hips bucking, frotting against her. "Go on" had him thrusting a little harder, letting the hypersensitive nerves take their pleasure and finally, finally coming so hard his vision went white as he spurted.
"Not even one day and this coffin lining is filthy." Vlad chuckled, still unable to speak as he looked down, white fluid striped over his chest, stomach and the material around him. "I'll clean it when I can move again." Arousal still surged, his cock still solid between them. Ingrid clearly noticed, raiding up to guide him inside her, both sighing their pleasure as they joined. They were both already overly sensitive, the sensations of each thrust almost painful but still perfect, Ingrid always tight and hot and wet, their motions almost lazy.
Ingrid rocked back and forth, slower than the usual frenzied rise and fall, where she would slam back down against his hips with each drop. Vlad could still feel it building inside him, his whole body shaking as Ingrid's body drew him closer, soft gasps falling from her mouth almost constantly as he pushed up into her. Letting his fingers trail over her stomach, Vlad rubbed at her clit and felt her clench, fluttering muscles squeezing at his cock as Ingrid shattered above him, nails sinking into his skin as she grounded herself. His whole body quaked as he came, twitching with each spurt until they were both utterly wrung out, still panting hard.
Naturally, it fell to him to stay lying in the sticky residue in the coffin, and Ingrid had the unsoiled half. Rolling on to his side, Vlad traced over her stomach, waiting to see what she would say or do next. "Should sleep. Or shower. Probably both." "Mmm" Vlad made a sound of agreement, an almost terrifying realisation that he didn't want to be anywhere but next to Ingrid right now. "No point showering now, and I'm too tired to move that far." Because he would then get into this coffin that reeked of Ingrid and sex, and only have to shower again after. He did reach over the side of the coffin, fumbling for the wet wipes he had gotten specifically for this purpose.
Feeling a little less sticky, Vlad stretched out and waited to see Ingrid leave. "You can stay. If you want." Ingrid looked as surprised as he did, but she didn't have the absolute freak out Vlad knew she would have had back when Malik was still a part of this, when they were pretending this meant nothing but stress release. "I need a bath." He watched as she climbed up out of the coffin, then walked over to his bathroom. She turned back with a smirk that made even his spent body twitch in interest. "Coming?" Pushing himself into a seated position, Vlad returned the smirk as he answered. "You will be."
The coronation was utterly dull, minus watching Ingrid attract the attention of half the vampires there - and that was before she had so much as spoken. When she opened her mouth, those full, pouting lips revealing her silky, ice sharp voice, they didn't stand a chance. Neither did Vlad, but at least his council robes were thick enough to hide his erection. And it was him she went home with, him she let push her on her knees, showing her 'loyalty' to the new Grand High Vampire as she pushed up his robes, moaning as he tugged her by the hair to suck him off. And it was him she was hot and needy for after, him who fucked her until she cried out in release.
"You're not seriously intending to keep this peace treaty with the slayers going?" Rolling his eyes, Vlad nodded. "The cease fire is working. Why would I stop it?" The other council members kept arguing, but ultimately the cease fire was law and he was the law maker. If they were found to break the rules, Vlad was honorbound to dust them and they knew it. Nobody wanted to actually go up against the GHV. Except Ingrid, who delighted in getting him tightly wound all through the meeting, knowing she would 'pay for it' later.
They didn't have sex or sleep together every day, but it wasn't expressly talked about and whatever happened, happened. After they got back from the meeting, Vlad let Ingrid take a long drink of B-, keeping his promise to make sure she had what she needed to take care of the baby. Once she was done, he pinned her to the table in the kitchen, unwilling to wait to get out of the room as he shoved the skirt of her dress up. "No underwear?" Ingrid's eyes glittered, writhing on his fingers as he teased her, got her ready. "Meant to tell you before the meeting, but we were running late." She had a point, they had been late to the meeting by a few minutes, having to shower after spending the early evening with Vlad fangcuffed to a chair while Ingrid teased him for hours.
Now he was undoubtedly in control, and Ingrid clearly loved it as he shoved her thighs apart, tossing his council robes aside, tugging his zipper open and thrusting inside her, pulling her hips down so their bodies were flush. "Fuck, you feel so good Ingrid." She clenched around him, dissatisfied with him stilling, buried deep inside her. Guiding her legs to wrap around his waist, Vlad leant down to kiss her roughly, licking at her lips when they split and bled under his fangs before thrusting. The table rattled loudly against the wall, reminding Vlad nobody could catch them, they didn't have to be careful or quiet. Ingrid's hair splayed over the table, a dark cloud of soft, silky strands over the surface and he would remember this every time he sat at this table, Ingrid arching and moaning as he fucked her.
"Touch yourself" Vlad breathed the words against her mouth, but Ingrid complied all the same, knowing Vlad got hot just thinking about Ingrid playing with herself. Perfectly painted nails topped slender, smooth fingers as Ingrid smirked, licking her fingers before sliding them between her thighs to touch her clit, biting her lip and letting her eyes fall closed. The whimpers were exaggerated, he knew but they still made him burn, thrusting harder and watching Ingrid tease herself until they both broke, Ingrid squeezing hard around his cock as he came inside her, feeling her follow him and both crying out in completion together.
Pulling out, he helped Ingrid sit up, licking at the sticky blood on her lip and tucking his softening cock back in his jeans. "I'm never going to eat dinner with a straight face again." Ingrid laughed, a dark amusement evident as she climbed off the table to stand on shaky legs. "I would pay to see you sit and have dinner later with dad, without giving away you had had amazing sex on the table a couple of hours before." Vlad's mouth twitched with a grin as he looked at Ingrid. "Amazing?" "Obviously, I was part of it." Ingrid wasn't wrong, she was unbelievable in bed.
He was about to answer when she gasped, clutching her stomach. "You ok?" "Mmm. Baby likes to stretch." She pulled his hand to feel the solid kick, followed by another and another. "Take a bath, then go for a walk. Its meant to help rock them to sleep, and we have enough space that you don't need to go anywhere else." Ingrid nodded, taking off to one of the other bathrooms while Vlad stuck his clothes and council robes in the laundry, then went to shower. He heard Ingrid walking around, but let her have her peaceful stroll to relax the baby.
It was another couple of days before Roqueloire knocked on the castle door, luckily not just after the two had finished with Vlad cuffing Ingrid's hands behind her back and bending her over his study desk to fuck her until she could hardly walk. As she got further along, he would be more careful with her but right now, they both hadn't quite gotten over the rush of having an entire castle to defile in every way.
"What's up Roqueloire?" "Your presence is required." His robes were luckily dry and clean now, so Vlad pulled them and his crown on, called Ingrid who appeared at his side and followed his security guard through the sky to the VHC. "So, what's the big emergency?" Ingrid asked for him, never shy about drawing attention to herself - her brother was the head of the vampire world and nobody dared anger him.
They were led to a room, and he noticed the scent of breather and sound of a heartbeat immediately. "This breather" one of the council member spat the words out "hacked the Vampire High Council documents. We demand retribution." Looking at the human in question, Vlad knew they wanted him to order the man's execution, preferably in a way that involved all of them draining him dry. Catching sight of Ingrid, he raised a hand. "I must confer with my number two. Nobody is to harm this human until I'm done, or all of you will be executed for directly defying my order."
Pulling Ingrid into the soundproof advice-hearing rooms, Vlad turned to her. "What do you think?" Ingrid looked at him in confusion. "About what? I don't know that much about computers." Rolling his eyes, Vlad smirked. "I meant about him. Cute, right? And he definitely liked the look of you." Now she understood, he saw the intrigue light in her eyes. "You're serious? You want to what, adopt the human as our number three?"
"Why not? Either he's dead, or I turn him and keep him for his "skills", and he won't be safe anywhere but with us. I'm just suggesting we consider the fact he's clearly smart enough to work out what goes on in that castle if he can hack the VHC - the security is pretty tight. You game?" Ingrid tapped her fingers against the table she was leaning casually on, emphasising her growing breasts as her body readied for the life she carried. "One condition. I get to bite him, tell them he's your gift to me or something. Plus, didn't you notice?" Vlad raised an eyebrow - What was he supposed to notice in particular?
"Brown eyes." Nodding, he had noticed. "Alright. We should get out there before anyone decided ritual staking is worth it." Ingrid leaned over, kissing him deeply and pressing her body into his for a moment, the thrill of danger so close to so many who would be horrified lighting him up inside. Wiping her deep red lipstick off his mouth, he led her back out. "Step back. He's coming with me. I could do with a refresher on computers. Stand human." The breather stood, nervously flattening his short brown hair and fiddled with his loosely done up tie. "You won't be permitted to leave. These are your choices - death or my live in computer instructor. Clearly, you already know about vampires."
The breather sighed, looking around a little lost. "I guess so. Not much waiting for me back home." Vlad held out a hand to slow the vampires edging closer again, looking at the human who was a little taller than he. "Name? I'm Vladimir Dracula, this is Ingrid. She also lives in my abode." "Piers."
-YD-
I don't actually remember if Piers has brown eyes, but he does now.