Not my characters, I just corrupt them.
I know I said this was finished, but I think this is my favourite thing I've done aside from Building Something New/No Place Like Home. So I came back to write this epilogue.
Gently ignores blood tests for Adam, its just not worth working around for the intents of this particular arc. Especially when this is like 75% smut and maybe 25% story. And possibly darker than usual, though I can't be sure anymore.
On we go!
-AG-
Ingrid continued looking down at him, naked and aroused as they pressed against each other. "You don't want to? You want to get me pregnant?" Adam's hips bucked, brushing against her where she was wet and waiting. "I don't care. Because I'm pretty sure our father will let me move in and I think there will be a chronic latex shortage if we start using condoms." She was still shaking with desire as they stared at each other, and Adam could hardly breathe for anticipation as Ingrid reached down, grasping at his cock and guiding him into place. There was a new level of darkness, a new fire as she slid down his cock, knowing they were siblings and it didn't stop them.
Ingrid whimpered as he filled her, thighs tightening around his hips. Neither of them moved for a moment, letting the knowledge they weren't giving this up fill them. Ingrid's eyes darkened and her fangs dropped, making him twitch inside her as she kissed him. The feel of fangs nipping at his lip made his body shake, groaning as she dragged them down his throat, pressing dangerously against his pulse point. "Fuck Ingrid, bite me please." Adam wasn't sure his desperation was anything other than pathetic, but he didn't care as she bit down on his shoulder again.
Wanting her energy focused on the pulsing bite, Adam rolled their bodies so she was beneath him. Ingrid wrapped her arms around his shoulders, legs wrapping tighter around him and moans of pleasure echoing in to his skin as he finally moved. It wasn't the easiest position to move in, his upper body held in place by her but Adam rolled his hips into hers as hard as he could. Ingrid clung tighter, bit down harder as her hips moved with his and Adam thought he should be sickened, not aroused by the fact it was his sister shaking in climax beneath him. There was a brief second of thought that he could impregnating his sister, but Adam felt the thought push him over the edge with her and his whole body quaked as he came.
It took longer than usual to finally pull away from each other, Ingrid's fangs slowly lifting out of his shoulder and Adam just about managed to move off her before he collapsed in a heap of shaking limbs. "Fuck. That was... I don't even have words." Ingrid was quiet next to him, blood smudged across her mouth from the twinging, aching marks on his shoulder. "Ingrid?" Adam rolled on his side, looking at her. "What are we doing?" her voice was low, her eyes a little dark even though she wasn't looking at him. "Accepting that we have the most unbelievable sex ever? What's the problem?" Ingrid finally looked at him, incredulous at his blase attitude. "We are related. As in, I'm as much your sister as that little bundle of curls who glares at you in the halls at school."
Adam hadn't considered that point, but faced with Ingrid's naked body, it didn't really concern him. "I'm not planning to go after her! You are two totally different people, and we didn't grow up together. And lets be honest, stopping now wouldn't change the last three months. Or mean we won't see each other. So I'm making the best of it, and I will know you're lying if you say that wasn't the best fuck either of us ever had." Rather than answer, Ingrid pinned his body with hers, the flavour of blood, his blood, on her mouth was more erotic than it should be, his cock already stirring beneath her. "Want to try for better?" Ingrid smirked down at him, and Adam took that as her agreement and reached between them, groaning as Ingrid's body slowly clenched around his cock.
"Will you still want me when I'm cold like you?" She clearly wasn't expecting him to initiate conversation as she rode his cock, hips slowing to rock against him now. "It'll be a change" Ingrid's voice was thick with arousal, pleasure heavy in her tone as he thrusted up into her again and again "but I guess I can learn to get over it since I'll be able to bite your neck." The thought of Ingrid's fangs finally piercing his throat had Adam teetering at the edge of orgasm again, rubbing at Ingrid's clit until she clenched and came above him. Letting his climax crash through him, Adam bit his lip to stop himself saying anything stupid as he arched in pleasure.
As Ingrid climbed out of his lap and stretched out next to him, Adam felt his hammering heart slow down beat by beat. He worried Ingrid would fall quiet next to him again, but was saved that concern as she smirked at him. "Not sure that was better, think we have to keep trying." Thoughts of anything but Ingrid's body taking his again and again fell away, and Adam was reminded of the first night they fucked repeatedly by the time the sky darkened enough for Ingrid to open the covers on her window. The moonlight glowed over their pale skin, casting a silver sheen over his bruised, scratched body and her slender, porcelain curves. Every part of him ached or twinged in some way and he reveled in it.
"Doesn't your mother wonder why you aren't home yet?" Ingrid quizzed as they showered, as according to her they reeked of sex and even humans would notice. "Probably, I haven't checked my phone since I got here." Drying off, Adam pulled on his school trousers and borrowed a plain black t-shirt from Ingrid. Hunting through his things, Adam dug out his phone. "Yep, missed call from mum, and a text asking if I'm planning on turning up again." "You need to decide what to do. Dad will undoubtedly want you here, and by the time you turn sixteen you won't be going back to school." Following Ingrid down the stairs of the tower to the castle, Adam tried to think.
"What do you mean?" Adam knew that his life had changed irrevocably tonight, but he didn't know what his options were. "You can tell them the truth - about vampire stuff, not me - and hope they don't freak out. The other option is more drastic." Given that Adam credited his family with intelligence, he was fairly sure they wouldn't fail to put the ravaging bite bruises to Ingrid being a vampire, and subsequently work out he had been fucking his sister, he was prepared to discount that option easily enough. "Drastic how?" "Wipe their memories, make them forget you exist. And then convince them they want to leave Stokely. It means giving them up completely." In spite of everything, that hurt to consider.
"If we tell them about the vampire stuff, they are smart enough to put two and two together and work out we are getting it on. How does wiping their memories work?" Ingrid looked surprised at his near instant response, though he expected the pain of losing them was still clear. She called for their father - Count Dracula, still strange to get his head around - to explain most of the situation. She didn't explicitly say they were in no way giving up their sexual relationship, so Adam kept quiet and listened as it was explained. "Right. What about my grandparents? They won't forget me." "Right, right. If we simply convince them you're moving here and they wish to move away due to family discord, will that satisfy you?" "Not really, but its the best case scenario I think." Squaring himself up, Adam looked outside. "Its dark out, can you guys come with me? Better to get it all over in one shot."
"Right. Lets get this over with so you can begin your vampire life." Ingrid already knew where he lived, so the Count... Transformed in to a bat, holding on to Adam's arm and Ingrid pulled his body to hers. Ignoring that they were only this close when sex was involved generally, Adam closed his eyes as the world blurred by. Opening his eyes again, Adam recognised his home. "You need to invite us in." Fumbling for his keys, Adam unlocked the door, listening out for his mum and George. "Ingrid, Count Dracula. Come on in." They followed him in, looking around in confusion. "Mum? George?" Checking his phone, Adam didn't think it was late enough for them both to be in bed. "Adam?" feeling nerves start to settle in his stomach, Adam pulled on his old casual uncaring attitude.
"Mum, come out here, there's someone you and George need to meet." "I dread to think." Adam suspected his mum was expecting a girl he had gotten pregnant, not two pale people with eyes and face shapes like his. "Ah, hello Sally!" "What... How... Who... It can't be." His mum paled as she saw the Count, clearly recognising him. "Well, that tells me I was right. This is my father" Adam just managed to stop himself saying Count Dracula, remembering Ingrid's fake surname "Mr Count. And my surprise big sister, Ingrid." "I recognise you, you go to our school. You weren't one of Adam's girlfriends for a day were you?" The Count raised his eyebrow at George's bluntness, looking at his two children closely.
"Yes I do, and no I wasn't." That was true, it was much more than a one off. "So, you've found your father?" Adam nodded, unsure how much conversation was to be drawn out before the inevitable. "I can't handle this, just do it." "Do what?" Adam watched with a sense of morbid fascination as the faces of his mum and sister went glassy, as the Count carefully constructed a story in their minds. Ingrid tugged his arm along to his room, pressing him into the wall and kissing him hard. "Kind of sad to give up the bed you gave yourself up to me, but I'm sure I'll get over it." Ingrid smirked, kissing him again until he was hard and panting. "Later. Get your stuff, they'll fall asleep soon and wake up thinking what he said is all there is to it." Grumbling in frustration, Adam dumped the books from the box by his desk onto his bed, filling it with things he wanted to take. Two bags of clothes, underwear and shoes later, his room looked startlingly empty.
Zipping his favourite jacket up and shouldering a bag, Adam saw Ingrid take the other and picked up his box of material possessions. His mum and George were dozing on the sofa, perfectly safe and the Count was looking through the kitchen in confusion. "Breathers, I will never understand them." Chuckling, Adam watched his vampire father hold up a box of biscuits. "Don't knock them til you try them. Biscuits, not breathers. I'm living proof you tried them." The Count pulled a face that clearly said "oops but oh well". Looking around, Adam dug out stuff like his birth certificate and passport. The photos up on the fireplace made his heart stutter, realising this was giving up his human family forever. "Adam? You still in there?" Shaking his head and looking at Ingrid, he knew his human life was over either way. This way, he got Ingrid. Steeling his resolve, Adam nodded.
"Right, anything else so I can get out of this smelly breather house?" Quirking an eyebrow at his father, Adam cast a look around. Giving in, he picked up a small photo from the bookcase. He was about thirteen, George only nine and they were sat with their mum laughing at something. He didn't even know who had taken the photo. There was an innocence about the boy in the photo that was completely gone in the man/vampire he was becoming. Pushing the photo into his pocket, Adam turned back to the waiting vampires. "Right, lets go." The Count picked up one of the bags of his clothes with a grimace and blurred out of existence. Ingrid watched as he leant down and brushed a gentle kiss over George and his mums forehead, whispering a goodbye and heading out of the house.
Locking the door behind him, Adam pushed his keys through the post slot and turned back to Ingrid. She shouldered his bag, indicating he should turn away from her. Her arms wrapped around his waist, waiting til he was holding his box tightly and they jumped. The next he knew, they were back in the tower room at the castle. His things were put aside, and Ingrid soon followed his mood as they tugged at each others clothes. She didn't fight him pushing her to the bed, thrusting against her as he bit at her lip, feeling her fangs as his tongue explored her mouth. Realising he would have fangs himself soon, Adam bit down on her throat, sucking hard and gripping at her hips. Whether she knew he wasn't up for talking, or didn't care about anything but the blazing attraction between them, Adam didn't know.
It didn't matter, not when she was moaning openly as he sucked at her nipples, grazing teeth over the peaks until she arched into him. There was no soft or gentle in the way he shoved her thighs wider apart, groaning as Ingrid's dark, sweet and arousing taste hit his tongue. Adam sucked and nipped at her thighs, licking and tasting until Ingrid started shaking against him. Needing to make her fall to pieces, Adam pushed fingers inside her and crooked them to rub at the spot that made Ingrid shatter, quaking in pleasure and wetness dripping over his fingers as she came. The sight of her shaking because of him was gratifying beyond belief, the dark part of him that Ingrid turned from a flicker to a flame relishing that nobody had ever seen her this way but him.
Ingrid had barely started recovering before Adam was pushing his cock inside her, going slowly for a moment in case she was sore from the intense day they had. Ingrid put paid to his concerns quickly, wrapping her legs around his slim hips and meeting every thrust. Her nails tore down his back, pain flaring hot through his body and his arms starting to shake with the effort of holding his weight up. Feeling Ingrid's cool body pull him to the edge again, Adam barely whimpered out "bite me" and felt Ingrid clamp down on his shoulder again. His cock jerked and spurted into her, and Ingrid trembled against him as she followed him into climax. He managed to roll to his side rather than fall onto Ingrid, certain she wouldn't appreciate him dropping like a stone on top of her.
"Fuck, you are fucking perfect." He managed to pant out, fighting to calm his racing heart. Ingrid's eyes were on his pumping pulse point, the rush of blood beneath his skin. If it wouldn't kill him before he reached his own transformation, Adam would beg her to bite and drink him properly. "I know" she smirked in reply, making his heart skip a little. Ingrid clicked her fingers, the drapes moving to cover her window as she wriggled into a comfortable position on the bed. "You can go take a coffin in the crypt, or you can stop staring like a mindless idiot and get in the bed." Knowing Ingrid didn't make offers like that lightly, Adam forced his body to move and lie next to her. His bed was bigger than this one, allowing them to sleep separately but Ingrid's bed was narrow, leaving them touching no matter how he tried to lie.
"If you don't stop fidgeting I may change my mind and bite your throat before you can survive it." Ingrid mumbled at him, and Adam believed her. "Your bed is too small, I can't get comfortable and leave you space." Adam answered, and Ingrid sighed. "Then just find a position and sleep before I turn you into maggot food." Feeling a little lost, Adam lay on his side and settled behind Ingrid. Emotions were never supposed to be a part of their fuck buddy arrangement, so Adam shook away the contentment he'd always felt sleeping next to Ingrid and let the mental and physical exhaustion of the day overcome him.
Ingrid was awake, watching him sleep the next morning and he was mildly surprised to find her bare chest inches above his face. Rubbing at his eyes, Adam looked around the room in confusion. "You're late for school by the way." Adam chuckled, feeling his body ache and twinge where Ingrid had ravaged him and sitting up. "What's the point? I'm sixteen in a month and a half. Plus I personally would rather do you than homework. And the fangirls aren't exactly appealing when I can fuck my vampire sister until she screams." Ingrid rolled her eyes, flicking the side of his face and climbing out of the bed. "Any regrets?" Stretching now he had the room, Adam shrugged. "My behaviour the last year or so drove a wedge between them and me anyway, its better this way. And they would never have accepted this, and I am not prepared to give up the hottest fucks of my life as long as you'll have me." Ingrid nodded, dressing and blurring downstairs.
Adam dug through his bags of clothes, pulling on some skinny jeans that were worn in and comfortable and shrugging on a t-shirt. A glance in the mirror showed all the usual bruising Ingrid often left him with, his slightly curly hair laying flat after he ran his fingers through it. Walking down the tower steps himself, Adam realised this was now his home, his life. "How do you do that blurry speeding thing? Makes me dizzy just to look at." Ingrid rolled her eyes, indicating a chair at the huge table. Adam sat down, feeling a little overwhelmed. "Vampire speed travelling, or flitting if you want something easier to say." Adam nodded, looking around the cavernous room. "Another thing I'll do after I transform? How does the whole transformation thing even work?" Ingrid dropped a thick book in front of him.
"Homework? Really?" Adam may like vampire stuff but this book did not look exciting. "Its a basic guide on stuff you need to know, now shut up and read it." "Or what?" Ingrid's fangs flashed at him and his pulse predictably quickened, racing further when she kissed him. "Put it this way, the more of a vampire you learn to be, the more attractive you'll be to me." Fighting the spike of arousal, Adam nodded dumbly and flipped open the book. It was wordy and a little dull, but knowing he needed to learn it and the added motivation of Ingrid's dark smile as she surveyed him over a goblet of dark red liquid meant he kept enough attention to take it in. A few chapters in, Adam realised there were new people in the room.
"Good morning... Father." Adam nodded in greeting as he saw the Count stretch elegantly across a... Throne. "So, learning already I see? Good, good." Following Ingrid's lead of not openly stating their relationship, Adam tried to come up with a valid reason he wanted to learn. "I always liked vampire stories, and this is real. Its even better!" The Count seemed to accept this, randomly coming out with random complaints about various things but Ingrid didn't seem the slightest bit surprised. Assuming it was normal, Adam looked at the other person in the room. Scruffy, covered in boils and he could smell him from here. "Adam, meet Renfield. Renfield, this is Adam. The newly discovered Dracula." "Adam Dracula? No no, that simply will not do."
"In fairness, my mother named me as a Giles, not a Dracula." Adam did agree his name didn't belong in front of Dracula. "Adam. Adam. What about Vladimir? Could reasonably be shortened to Adam or Vlad?" "An excellent idea my son!" Raising an eyebrow in confusion as he hadn't said a word, Adam noted Ingrid's defeated looking scowl. "It was Ingrid's idea, and of course it was a good idea, she's brilliant." Both Ingrid and their father looked at him in surprise then. "Brilliant? She's a girl!" "And?" "Girls are not brilliant." Moving to stand behind Ingrid, Adam hoped she believed him enough. "My sister is nothing short of perfect, don't you ever forget that or I'll stake you myself."
"Well, he's got fire at least!" Adam sat back down next to Ingrid, winking where their father couldn't see and smirking as he ate the toast put in front of him by 'Renfield". He could feel Ingrid's gaze on him, averting his eyes before he threw caution to the wind and fucked her there and then. As soon as their father's back was turned, shouting at Renfield for it somehow being his fault Count Dracula was awake in daylight hours, Ingrid literally grabbed his collar and 'flitted' them upstairs. His shirt was barely off before she was biting down on his shoulder, full body shivers running through him at the feeling. Ingrid growled in frustration at his tight jeans, giving up on getting them off his legs and shoving them aside to wrap a hand around his cock.
Unable to produce a sound that wasn't a whimper or grunt of pleasure, Adam let Ingrid maul at his body, sucking new bruises along his throat and the scrapes of fang were driving him crazy. "Not long til I can really bite you now" Ingrid's cool breath tingled against his neck, and the thought of her fangs sinking into his throat had Adam spilling over her hand like an overexcited virgin. Panting at the overload of feelings, Adam vaguely saw Ingrid wipe her hand on his discarded t-shirt. "Do you do that for every guy who calls you perfect" his voice was rough, still panting slightly as he looked at her "because I think you'll get tired by the time you get through the other boys on the rugby team, let alone the rest of the boys at school. Plus you would actually turn them, they aren't half vamp like me."
Ingrid pressed back against him, kissing him roughly and Adam realised she had lost her clothes while he was trembling on the bed. "No" was intoned into his lips between Ingrid trying to kiss the air from his lungs, and Adam let his hands map the perfect body against his. "Just for my brother" had a bolt of desire that he knew was every kind of wrong sparking inside him. Supposing he had his raging hormones to thank, Adam felt his cock rising again for Ingrid as he slipped a hand between them. The first mewl of pleasure Ingrid made every time he touched her never stopped being his favourite sound, stroking and pressing harder inside her with his fingers until she was desperately aroused, tugging his fingers free of her body and grasping at his cock to sink down on him.
His muscles shook where Ingrid's nails dug in, skin coming apart beneath her touch and the drops of blood that rose up collecting on her tongue. Adam couldn't contain it all, biting down on Ingrid's shoulder himself as he came. A wave of painfully, pleasurably intense aftershocks rocked his body as Ingrid bit him, slick and tight around his cock as she climaxed again. "You will be the death of me, but fuck what a way to go." Ingrid raised off him shakily, somehow looking far less fucked out than she should for the sounds she made against his neck. "Don't be so dramatic, you're immortal in what, six weeks? Until then you'll just have to take it like a man." Rolling his body to face Ingrid so he could kiss her again, addicted to the perfect, full lips, Adam smirked. "I'm not a man. I'm a vampire."
Ignoring the tired complaining of his cock, Adam felt his erection return as Ingrid groaned and pulled him closer, and he chalked up another note on how to get her wanting to fuck again. By the time they were both truly fucked out, shaking messes of limbs on the bed, Adam could hardly even remember his name for the haze in his mind. His legs didn't want to hold his weight as Ingrid pulled him to the shower, but then hers seemed little better as they kissed and groped under the spray of water, under the pretense of helping the other wash. They eventually separated long enough to actually clean up, though Adam couldn't resist nipping at her shoulderblades as they dried off, enjoying the vision of her naked as much as the first time, every time.
"Bats, its almost dinner. I'm surprised you haven't complained I don't feed you by now." Adam smirked in response, tugging on shorts and t-shirt to head back downstairs. He stopped to lean in closer, enjoying the slight shiver he won from Ingrid as he whispered "I can always eat you" against her ear. Still smirking, Adam headed back down the tower steps. The book was still where he had left it, though the Count was nowhere to be seen. Ingrid dropped down next to him, eyes hot with desire as she looked at his bruised neck. "Down girl, I'm still mostly human at the moment, I need food before back to bed." Ingrid's eyes flashed red, enhanced by the candle light and making his heart race again. It would be strange when he changed, his heart wouldn't even beat. Sitting down in front of the book again, Adam got on with learning to be a vampire.
Within a week of 'moving in' Adam was certain Ingrid was actually trying to fuck him to death. Having nothing but her vampire senses to rely on when she convinced him into sex on the dining table, Adam was half thrilled, half terrified they might be caught but Ingrid was naked, he couldn't say no when she beckoned him closer. Sex in a coffin wasn't as awkward as he expected, though Adam did hit his elbow climbing out of it after. His favourite memory was still outside the castle the previous night. Inadvisable as it was, Ingrid pulled him against her and their clothes fell away, her pale skin under a surprisingly bright moon had Adam weak in the knees as she came, first on his fingers and again on his cock, the arching of her body enough to make his chest pulse strangely as he shuddered in pleasure himself.
Within a month of moving in, Adam had been spotted in the castle by the Branaghs twice. Thankfully neither time was while he was inside Ingrid, there was a brief explanation of family problems and oh it turns out he's my dad how cool is that? When they brought up Adam missing school, he said he was re taking his exams in the summer and smiled darkly as he hinted heavily that his new found father let him have girls over whenever to explain his bruises on his neck. He wasn't close with the Branaghs, the twins lamented the loss of him on the rugby team, but that was the most extreme reaction as Adam drank his bottle of water before heading out for a run. Ingrid punished him for leaving her alone with the breather family by biting and sucking bruises over every inch of his chest and neck. Which would have been glorious if she hadn't then flown out through the window leaving him aroused and alone.
He tried jacking off, but even after he came he was still hard as a rock for Ingrid. Groaning as he tried to fall asleep by himself with his system full of hormones, Adam's light dozing was not restful. Though he didn't mind so much when he woke easily to find Ingrid smirking up at him as her mouth sunk down over his cock. Adam knew Ingrid had never touched or been touched by anyone but him, and he had to credit her natural talent as her cool tongue swiped up his shaft - she didn't even do this especially often. One pale hand held his hips down, arching frantically into the slick wet sensations of Ingrid's perfect mouth. The other rubbed over his balls, rolling them between her fingers and tugging almost painfully when they began to draw up as he neared orgasm. Whimpering desperately as the edging climax made him hypersensitive, Adam had no brain space left to question as Ingrid's hand slipped lower. Cock heavy and unsatisfied against his stomach, the odd tingle as Ingrid's fingers pressed against his ass was both strange and pleasurable enough to make his erection twitch.
Her eyes were dark on his, and Adam didn't know if this was a kink or a test of how much he would surrender to her but he nodded, letting Ingrid push his thighs a little wider. The first intrusion of her fingers was rough, but then she reached out to stroke his cock and Adam let it distract him, forcing his body to relax as Ingrid breached him. In a deep recess of his mind, Adam was letting the realisation sink in that he had to be in this for more than just sex if he was giving up what more than one girl had tried to Ingrid, but then her fingers were moving inside him and Adam wriggled, trying to find a comfortable way to 'take' this. A few tugs on his cock had him relaxing again, and Ingrid's smirk was pure evil when she found her goal, the brush inside him making Adam almost shout in surprise. "Fuck!" His cock leaked against his stomach as Ingrid focused solely on her fingers in his ass, teasing at whatever it was that was making white hot pleasure burn through his veins.
"Alright?" It was barely a whisper, but Ingrid's heavy gaze in the candlelight was pure lust and Adam nodded, signalling she could continue. Ingrid pulled him up to kiss him, the change in angle adding pressure to whatever she was doing and Adam couldn't help whimpering into her mouth, hips rocking to chase the feeling by now. Fangs slicing through his shoulder was his undoing, whole body shaking as he came, spurting thick and heavy over himself. A last kiss was pressed to his mouth before Ingrid let him fall back against the bed panting. Adam would never admit to feeling oddly empty as Ingrid pulled her fingers out, disappearing to wash her hands and coming back with a towel to wipe the mess off his stomach.
"What the fuck was that? Other than kind of mind blowing. A few girls tried to get me to let them do it before but I never... Fuck that was intense." Adam was rambling slightly, and Ingrid clearly had enough and kissed him. "I figured you wouldn't have done it before, now I can say my little brother gave it up to me. Just think of it like that little spot inside me you love pressing to make me come on your hand." Too full of powerful afterglow to push for more information, Adam just nodded and laced his fingers through Ingrid's hair, pulling her back to kiss him again. Their bodies aligned, curves and muscles slotting into place against each other perfectly. Feeling a little stripped bare after 'giving it up' to Ingrid, Adam swallowed back the emotions bubbling in his chest.
Ingrid looked at him in confusion when he moved behind her, his erection not yet back as he pulled her to her hands and knees. The first surprised moan as he licked at her ass was the encouragment he needed, reaching to rub at her clit as he swiped his tongue around the virgin muscle. Ingrid was shaking already, torn between which sensation to press against as he dual-stimulated her. Arousal had overridden thought as he started this, but Adam couldn't bring himself to think further as Ingrid moaned and trembled, more tremors rocking her as he pressed his tongue to breach her hole, darting inside as he slipped fingers inside her, crooking them to tease at the spot that made her fall apart. If he weren't holding her up by her hips, Adam was certain she would have collapsed to the bed as she came, vice tight around his fingers and tongue.
She whimpered slightly as each left her body, and Adam hurried to go wash his face and mouth out while she was incoherent, finding her just rolling onto her back as he returned. "Blood and garlic, where did that come from?" Smirking at her shaking limbs, Adam reclined next to her on their- the bed. "Figured it was a night to try new things. Better close the window covers, it'll be sunrise soon and you don't sleep in a coffin." Ingrid clicked her fingers, the covers moving to block out every inch of sunlight. Though there were added curtains around that side of the bed too, just in case. He wondered just how thoroughly out of it Ingrid was as she rolled to lie across his stomach, long dark hair gently tickling at his torso where Ingrid had been roughly bruising only hours before.
She fell asleep like that, and Adam couldn't help but watch her for a while before drifting off himself. When he woke up, Ingrid was still there but awake, looking up at him. "What are we doing?" Not fully awake yet, Adam didn't click. "I was sleeping. Good dream mmm." A cool hand wrapped around his morning wood then, Ingrid's smirk returning. "It had better have been about me then." Adam nodded sleepily, about to answer but it melted into a groan as Ingrid's mouth surrounded his cock. The strange question was forgotten as Ingrid relaxed her throat, no need for oxygen meaning she could keep him like this for days without needing a break. Half aroused by the dreams of her already, it didn't take much for the real Ingrid swallowing around his cock to pull his orgasm out, spurting into her waiting mouth and feeling her swallow and tongue his cock until he was clean, softening and spent. "Good morning to you too." was the wittiest thing he could come up with, fighting the haze in his brain.
Hurrying to pee and brush his teeth, Adam grinned as Ingrid joined him in the shower. The highlight was definitely kneeling down and spreading her thighs, wetness that had nothing to do with the shower painting his face as he licked her, sucking gently at her clit and groaning in pleasure at the taste of Ingrid. He got a pinch at his nipple for winking and whispering "breakfast is the most important meal of the day" in her ear as they dried and dressed. A glance at the calendar in the kitchen as Adam sought coffee told him it was under two weeks til his birthday. "Oi, half breed, you in there?" Ingrid clicked her fingers in front of his face, snapping him out of his daze. "Yeah, just realised in under two weeks I'm going to be dead. Well, undead." "Problem?" Adam shook his head, sipping at his coffee. "No, its just the last month had kind of flown by, mostly because I spend almost every minute not in "vampire lessons" with dad in bed with you. Or in you, its not always a bed." Ingrid rolled her eyes, 'flaming' a saucepan and Adam realised the smell was... Appealing.
"Is that... Is that blood?" Ingrid nodded, dispensing it into a mug. "Hot mug of type O, why?" Feeling his hands shake a little, Adam remembered Ingrid wanting his blood months before she changed. "Adam?" Putting his mug down before he could drop it, Adam stared until Ingrid sipped at her drink. "Put it down." His voice was rough, thick with cravings he couldn't name. Ingrid glared at him for a moment before acquiescing, placing her mug of blood down. Adam was moving before the ceramic hit wood, kissing Ingrid roughly and plundering her mouth. The flavour was intoxicating, Ingrid and blood together already having him hard and aching. Thankful Ingrid opted for a skirt today, Adam shoved it up and tore her underwear away, stroking her to wet and ready with one hand while the other fumbled at his shorts. The second his cock was free Ingrid was lifted against the wall, looking at him with surprise and desire as his erection filled her. Feeling her legs wrap around his waist, Adam wasted no time in moving, thrusting his tongue and cock in sync and every taste in Ingrid's mouth arousing him more.
"We could get caught here" was panted against his ear, though her hips were rocking with his as best she could. Words became grunts as he felt her tightening around him, his body burning with want. "Good, then everyone will see you come from getting fucked by your brother." That pushed them both over the edge, clinging and shaking against each other and gasping in pleasure. Her legs were shaky but steady when he let her down, swallowing the last of his coffee and righting his clothes. Ingrid followed suit, or as best she could when Adam withheld her underwear with a smirk. "What the flaming torches was that?" Adam pointed at her cup, rubbing his pulsing jaw. "Ah, blood craving finally kicking in?" Nodding, Adam couldn't help biting at his lip. "Is the funny feeling teeth the transformation too? Because that's been happening for months." Ingrid smirked, baring her fangs. "Did you even finish that book I gave you?"
"Once, but that was the night we didn't get to sleep until like 5am cus you couldn't keep your hands off me. I was amazed to remember my own name the next day, let alone four chapters of vampires for dummies." He still shivered in memory of that night, raw and animalistic pleasure blazing between their bodies. Ingrid flitted then, reappearing in front of him holding her knickers like a prize. "Damn vampire speed." She smirked as she pulled them back on, inhaling deeply at the crook of his neck - soon he wouldn't smell so alive. "You reek of sex." "Unsurprising given I just fucked you against a wall." Her tongue teased over his pulse point, no doubt feeling it race. A mild tremor ran through the while castle then, and Adam looked to Ingrid for explanation.
"Dad's mad about something. Hang on tight." Adam gripped her arm, feeling her pull him along with her to the throne room. "Mum?" A lesser man than Adam could have used that to surmise this woman... Vampiress, was Ingrid's mother. Tall, slender, pale, dark hair and dressed in rich shades of red. "And who is this breather bag?" Her accent was thick, lilting. "Adam, short for Vladimir Dracula." Adam kept his smirk up, looking utterly at ease in himself and the situation. "Dracula? You stink of human." "Yeah, well I transform in two weeks so I've been using the time I can go outside to sample the girls before I have to turn to night stalking." Ingrid said he reeked of sex so Adam figured he could play off the scent as sex with humans, and Ingrid's scent no doubt all over him explained by her presence. "Two weeks?" The whole castle shook again, the mother vampire glaring daggers ( Or should that be stakes?) at the Count. "You got another vampire pregnant while I was pregnant?" His father shrugged, smiling darkly as though he had every right to go about impregnating who he liked. Given he still fucked Ingrid bare, Adam supposed he had no space to judge.
"Youthful folly! I was only five hundred and...Something." Vaguely remembering Ingrid complaining the Branagh twins had been crushing on her mother, Adam wondered if she would kill him for the prank he was about to pull. The Count and Magda were still bickering back and forth, not that Adam knew why as he remembered Ingrid saying that she ran off with a werewolf. "So, does him being my father make you my mother?" Magda scowled down at him, and Adam fought not to look back and see if Ingrid was reacting yet. "Don't be ridiculous, you're only here because this idiot wants a son and can't keep a woman happy." Seizing the chance, Adam stepped closer. "I could show you how a real vampire does it if you like?" His smirk never faltered, thoughts of Ingrid naked darkening his eyes to look as though he desired her mother. "I think you're a little young for her brother dear." Ingrid's voice was ice, a sign he was affecting her. "I'm about to become immortal, what does that matter?"
"Definitely your father's son, now get away from me you little cretin before I crumble you into dust before you hit immortality." "And what do you mean by that you treacherous witch?" That set the adults off fighting again, and Adam was unsurprised when Ingrid pulled him up to the tower, locking the door for once and eyes flashing between black and red. "Seriously? Falling over my mother like some drooling school boy?" Adam shrugged, turning to pull his t-shirt off in a casual manner. "I thought you didn't get jealous." Ingrid nodded behind him then. "I don't. I told you before, don't flatter yourself Giles." ignoring the strange knot that name put in his chest, Adam turned and stepped closer to Ingrid. "I'm not a Giles. I'm a Dracula." Ingrid backed up further, keeping her distance but he could see her eyes tracing the bruises, scratches and the bite on his shoulder. Undeterred, Adam kept stepping closer, keeping his eyes on her face.
"And not just any Dracula. I'm your brother, and you fucking love it." Ingrid finally looked at his face, desire and jealousy swimming in irritation in her eyes. Finally close enough, Adam let his warmer breaths caress her cool skin. Ingrid tried to kiss him, growling when he moved away. "Admit it." "In your dreams." It didn't stop her trying again, and Adam was close to giving in already. "Admit it!" Ingrid scowled, but didn't fight Adam pushing away her shirt. Grazing teeth over her throat, Adam waited until Ingrid whimpered and arched up for more. "Admit it." "Blood Adam, not happening!" She didn't fight him pulling away her bra either, and her bare chest almost had him conceding the battle. Steeling his resolve, Adam brushed his hands over her breasts, ghosting over her nipples. "Admit it, I'll even tell you a secret if you do." Ingrid still refused, even as Adam pushed her skirt down off her hips. Her underwear followed, and Adam had to work to be fast enough to pull this off.
Pushing Ingrid down on the bed, he rolled her on her front and pinned her there, hurrying to push his shorts off. "Say it!" Ingrid writhed beneath him, his cock nudging between her thighs, leaving him fighting to think as he felt his tip brush against wetness. "Fuck me!" "Not until you admit it!" Nipping at her shoulder, Adam rocked his hips to tease her more. "Fine! I was jealous now stop fucking around!" Grinning in triumph, Adam slid inside her. Hips flush to her ass, Adam tried to stay focused in spite of the brutal tightness wrapping around his cock. "Bats Adam I'm going to cuff you to a sunbed on your sixteenth birthday if you don't move!" "You didn't admit everything." Ingrid hissed, clenching around him and drawing a gasp from his throat.
He was shaking with the effort to stay still by now, but Ingrid was breaking and he was close to winning their little game. "Come on. You know what I want to hear." "Tough necks, not happening!" Letting Ingrid think she had won, Adam rolled his hips slowly, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in. It almost cost more than he had in him to stop after a few thrusts, Ingrid now desperate beneath him. "Say it!" She actually whined in frustration, growling and turning her head from its place pressed against the bed. A little twisting and their eyes met, their bodies still joined. All but holding his breath in anticipation, Adam waited. "I love being fucked by my brother." The blunt words had Adam's hips jerking, surprising a whimper from Ingrid as he held her face there to kiss her. Now he had his little victory, Adam didn't delay the frantic fuck they both needed anymore.
Thrusts became slams, skin on skin sounds drowned out by the moans of pleasure they both made. "Tight... Fuck... Perfect." He couldn't even make sentences, sweat forming on his skin as he fucked into Ingrid over and over. Even muffled by the bedsheets, her scream of completion made Adam's whole body spasm. Feeling like she was pulling the climax from his whole body and not just his cock, Adam howled in release and held his weight on shaking elbows until he thought he could move again. "Fuck, every time I think you can't get any hotter you surprise me." Adam muttered against her shoulder, carefully pulling out and crawling to lie on the bed properly. Ingrid took longer to recover, panting finally stopping as she mastered her body. She crawled over his body, kissing him hard and sloppy until he felt breathless again. "What was the secret?" Still buzzing with afterglow, Adam had to think. "Oh! I don't fancy your mother, I like seeing my sister suck my cock too much. I just wanted you to admit you were jealous."
Ingrid convinced him to re-read the vampire book (by bribing him with blowjobs under the table whenever she felt like it but still) for his upcoming transformation. Though he much preferred her drinking blood and kissing him, pointing out he couldn't digest it yet and so they weren't wasting actual blood on him. Adam didn't mind, not when Ingrid seemed specifically interested in the way he was happy to take her there and then when she kissed him with blood across her mouth. They fought to limit themselves to once the night before his birthday, agreeing sleep was more likely before than after, when Ingrid could finally sink fangs into his throat. Not that the way she bit his shoulder wasn't addictive and fantastic, but there was little point denying they both wanted her claiming him properly. Nipping at her lip, Adam thrust a little harder. "Just think, tomorrow this will be half legal." Ingrid returned the touch, splitting his lip with her fang and sucking at the blood droplets. They both knew this was the last time she could actually feed on him to fuel her arousal, which led to Adam covered in healing bite marks, littered along his arms and shoulders.
He would be sad to lose them in the morning, but the feeling of Ingrid coming on his cock and biting at his shoulder to drag him to orgasm with her was a heady reminder of everything he was gaining. They kissed again before seperating, the sleep position of 'spooning' or Ingrid lazing across his body the norm by now. Falling asleep and waking up with Ingrid was a rush in itself, though Adam put that down at least partly being that waking up with her soft, perfectly curved ass pressed against his cock was an excellent way to wake up. He wasn't all that nervous about the transformation, though Ingrid was a little vague about the exact thing. If it meant he became a vampire and got to spend eternity watching Ingrid fall apart at his touch, he wasn't concerned about the interim.
Fairly certain the Count knew they weren't discussing chess or Transylvanian customs in all their time together, Adam still jumped in surprise when the Count landed in their room. "Ah! The big day my son! Come on come on, the mirror awaits." "Yeah great, any chance you can leave me to get dressed first?" They both looked down at Adam's bare chest, now alabaster and unmarked but for the two faint scars on his shoulder. "Right. Of course. Happy birthday!" Adam made to crawl out of bed but Ingrid pulled him back, kissing him regardless of their audience and he tried to fight the erection rising with their father watching. When Ingrid released him the Count was gone, so Adam crawled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. Brushing his teeth, Adam looked in the mirror but didn't see fangs yet. Or anything - obviously. Ingrid was still naked in their bed, tempting beyond comprehension. Indulging in kissing her again, he had to ask. "Does he know?" "He knew it was going on before, I think he's giving you time to 'grow out of it'. I just wanted him to go away."
"You're so hot like this, can't I stay here?" Ingrid smirked, whispering enticingly about 'birthday presents' in his ear. This fuelled both his erection and his desire to get to the transformation, wrestling shorts over his cock and moving to kiss her again. "Go you maggot, the sooner you go the sooner you'll be back." Grumbling unhappily, Adam nipped at her lip and decided he could forego a t-shirt today. No longer playing rugby, he wondered whether keeping up his running and workouts were keeping his muscles toned, or whether the frequent, energetic sex with Ingrid was enough. Scrubbing a hand through his hair and thinking of his father to try and soften his cock, Adam sighed in relief when his shorts were no longer clearly tented as he reached the bottom of the staircase.
The fact it was his birthday, as a day of celebrating rather than just "Sixteen and Undead" had mostly slipped his mind before now. The sight of various things covered in wrapping and ribbons reminded him somewhat. The most obvious thing was a large, ornate coffin, complete with big red bow. "What is all this stuff? And where is my toast? I'm hungry." The Count grumbled but summoned Renfield carrying toast, so Adam chewed on his breakfast and looked at the gifts. Pulling the ribbons off had the paper falling open, so he could open most of them one handed whilst he was eating. He wasn't enormously surprised by the Count watching (he could only assume they were from him - most didn't know he was here and his mother would not have got him a coffin). And Ingrid had his gift waiting for his transformation to be over - her. "I know you're fond of those... Skin jeans, but the future Count Dracula should dress like a vampire!" "Skinny jeans, not skin jeans. But uh, yeah thanks... Dad." They both felt a little awkward after the brief hug, but Adam supposed they were learning to be father and son regardless of vampirism.
Supposing he could dress the part before he became the part, Adam dropped his shorts and pulled on trousers from the pile of clothes on the table. Spying a black shirt with purple detailing in the shape of bats, he grinned as he buttoned it up - Ingrid liked purple. Boots finished off the look, though Adam had forgotten his father wasn't used to his lack of modesty yet and had been looking away while he dressed. "Its safe now, how do I look?" The Count peered around tentatively, turning back when he saw Adam dressed. "That's my boy!" Supposing that meant he looked good, or at least vampiric, Adam smirked. Ingrid landed next to him then, looking around the room. "Not done yet? Oh, new look?" Despite the casual words, Adam recognised the spark of desire in her eyes. Following her cue in bed this morning he kissed her, vaguely registering the Count mumbling about a mirror and disappearing before he was lost in Ingrid pressing their bodies together.
"New coffin?" "Mmm, want to leave dad waiting and help me break it in?" Adam was sure he could convince her, hands already moving to explore under her dress but then an earsplitting bell gong sound rang through the castle. "Fuck! What the flaming hellfire is that?" Ingrid smirked, kissing him again as though the sound didn't concern her. "Castle bell summoning you for your transformation. Go on, go get your fangs." Ingrid's own fangs bared at him did not help Adam want to do more than pull her into his new coffin, or press her across the dining table. The ringing in his wars convinced him to ask where the blood mirror was however, and Ingrid laced her fingers through his in an oddly... Intimate gesture and pulled him along before he could think about it more. Their father didn't quite look them in the eye, gesturing openly at the large doors he was stood next to. "Your future awaits my son." "You better be nice to Ingrid while I'm in there or my first vampire act will be staking you." That won him another blistering kiss from Ingrid, and Adam was not yet used to his heart not racing when she did so. "Fine, fine. Just get in there!" Forcing himself away from Ingrid, Adam stepped through the doors. They flew shut behind him, leaving him alone with a huge mirror guarded by gargoyles in a room dimly lit with candles.
Feeling a little nervous but confident enough, Adam stepped in front of the mirror. Ingrid had said something would come up to him, and so he stared into the blank glass. After a few minutes of nothing, he started to worry a little there had been a mix up. Though if he were all human, his reflection wouldn't have vanished and his heart would be beating. Stepping closer, he tried to squint into the dark mirror. Something felt very off when hands grabbed his arms, the gargoyle guardians animating. Before he could even try to get free they were dragging him, throwing him through the glass and he couldn't help yellling in surprise. "Ingrid!" The sounds of breaking glass filled his ears, everything going dark for what could have been seconds or hours.
Staggering upright in confusion, Adam looked around. "Hello?" His voice echoed back at him, and he felt a bit silly for saying anything. Turning on the spot, there was a pane of glass sort of floating, through which he could see the room the mirror was in. Pressing a hand to the glass, whatever let him in one way clearly wasn't letting him out the other way. Footsteps echoed behind him, and Adam mastered his nerve and turned to look. "Are you my... My reflection?" The footsteps belonged to an identical copy of him, though there was something... darker than him about it. "One of them, yes." Now more confused than ever, Adam took a step forward. "One of them? I thought vampires only had one?" A high, cold laugh echoed around them. "You aren't like other vampires, you're special. One of a kind even. Not only are you half human, you're the vampire the world has been waiting for. You are the chosen one."
"Uh, what's that then?" The copy him rolled his eyes, and he caught his reflection self opening his mouth to reveal fangs. "You really are dim. The chosen one is you, us, a vampire with exceptional powers who can lead the vampire world." "Right. Well I can hash all that out later, can we get on with this? I have a cute girl to get back to." "Ah yes, your sister. You know she's pregnant? Chosen one knocking up his sister, you really know how to build a tower that will come crashing down. However, I agree, lets get on with this. I would brace myself if I were you... Oh wait, I am." Barely having time to draw in a breath that felt alien in his now dead lungs, Adam saw the fanged him run at not fanged him and felt energy blaze through him. As he started to try and reign it in, blinding pain shot through his jaw - that'll be the fangs.
Merged with his reflection, even if it was different to how Ingrid said hers went, Adam tried to leave. The glass still didn't let him out, and more foot steps sounded behind him. "We told you, you are unique. You don't have one evil reflection, you have a thousand." He didn't even have time to turn around before more energy hit him. Again and again, heat and power pulsing inside him where blood used to. It finally, finally stopped and he fell through the glass heavily. "Adam?" "Son?" Feeling his fangs pulse, Adam saw Ingrid and their father looking at him. A low growl left his throat, and Adam didn't care who was in the room as he launched himself at Ingrid. Her lips felt soft and delicate beneath his fangs, desire raging as he kissed her.
"What happened? You were gone hours and came out of the mirror?" Ingrid managed to speak as he drew back, inhaling the unique scent of her skin and nipping at her neck. "Later." Was all he could say, tugging Ingrid's dress up and off in seconds. "Whoa, easy Adam, you're stronger now." Forcing himself to calm down a little, Adam panted out "Sorry, I just... Its all so fast in my head right now." Ingrid nodded, letting him kiss her roughly again and he groped at her chest, squeezing her breasts and rubbing her nipples hard. Every moan echoed into the kiss burned inside him, arousal spiking every passing second. Ingrid tugged at his trousers, pulling open the fastening and stroking his already hard cock. Thrusting into her grip, Adam pulled her to the floor, tearing her underwear away and growling in satisfaction as she slid down his cock. He couldn't wait, gripping her hips and thrusting up hard and fast.
Ingrid tried to match his frantic pace but he was gone, seeking slick and tight and slide until he was shaking. "Bite me" was choked out as he felt his orgasm approaching, feeling Ingrid lean down and scrape her fangs over his shoulder. Arching his neck in open invitation, the feel of her fangs sliding through his throat and tearing his skin was too much. Shuddering all over, Adam arched up and came, spurting into Ingrid's receptive body over and over until he fell back panting. Ingrid pulled out of his neck carefully, wiping the dark smudge off her mouth and waiting for him to find his voice again. "You didn't..." Adam realised in his haste to seek pain and pleasure, he hadn't ensured Ingrid come too. "Don't worry, you can owe me one when you calm down a little." Her smirk fell as she stood up, pain clear on her face. Fumbling to straighten his clothes, Adam struggled to his feet and tried to reign in the racing of his mind.
"I hurt you." Ingrid pulled her own clothes back on, moving back towards him and blatantly admiring the mark on his neck. "You had the scars to show control is a little shaky early on. Don't worry about it." Remembering what the reflection had said, Adam felt a spark of guilt. "I have to worry. You're pregnant." Ingrid's eyes widened, looking at him then down at herself. "What? And how the flaming torches would you know before me?" Miming at the mirror, Adam fought for words. "My reflection told me. The gargoyles threw me in, and the vampire me spoke to me. He said you were pregnant." Ingrid looked at him in confused surprise. "That's not what's supposed to happen. Come on, lets go find dad. I think you traumatized him. Maybe he will know what happened." Adam nodded, thinking of speed and finding himself blurring along to the throne room. Ingrid caught up with him soon after, complaining he was already faster than her.
"Dad?" The Count dropped down in the room, cringing at them slightly but noticing the looks on their face. "Renfield, open a bottle of someone full bodied for my son!" Adam stumbled into a seat, feeling his throat burn. The blood tasted sharper than before, sating a gnawing hunger in his gut. "His transformation was weird, the gargoyles threw him into the mirror." "They what?" "I spent about ten minutes staring at a blank mirror, when I moved closer they grabbed me and threw me in." "What nonsense are you spouting? I have been around for six hundred years and I have never heard anything like it." Draining his glass again, the flavour still intense and glorious, Adam tried to think. "But how many like me have you encountered?" "Ah, of course. Given how utterly forbidden your... Kind are, I have unsurprisingly for little experience in such things. Well, you transformed - That's what counts. Now if you'll excuse me, I was half way through a very good book. Twilight... Yes." Watching in disbelief as their father blurred away, Adam poured more blood.
"Count Dracula reading twilight, I have officially heard it all." Downing the third glass, Adam chuckled. "What is Twilight?" "A cheesy romance about a human girl falling in love with a vampire boy. Its awful, and the vampires in the book are virtually nothing like real vampires." "Well he's not in my way, that's all I give a bats flap about." The dark look in Ingrid's eyes had him scrambling to race her to their bed, tugging at clothes and falling into bed together. "Wait. I don't want to hurt you again." Ingrid kissed him, arching her hips into his. "Just... Go slow." Feeling out of his depth, Adam guided himself into Ingrid. They had never done slow, always hard and rough and fast. The desperate urgency of earlier had faded somewhat, and he could fully appreciate the feel of her, smooth and cool just like him again. "I said slow, not frozen!" Realising he had gotten lost in feeling her, Adam rocked his hips.
Ingrid gasped beneath him, rocking in time with him and this kind of heat between them was new, addictive. Every thrust brought new sounds from her, moans and gasps and whimpers muffled in his shoulder as they pressed tighter together. Her thighs tightened around his, her back arching and body shaking as she came. Ingrid climaxing at his touch was a powerful feeling, pulling him over the edge with a groan and Adam felt emotions pour out of him as he murmured "I love you" in the midst of pleasure. Trembling in the realisation of what he had said, Adam waited for Ingrid to speak. "What?" Pulling their bodies apart, he couldn't look at her. "I'm sorry, it just came out." Curling up and wrapping arms around his knees as he sat, Adam panicked. Ingrid lay next to him, perfectly still and still perfect.
"Did you mean it?" Feeling anxious energy thrum under his skin, Adam nodded. "I was falling for you from day one, you lit a fire inside me and it burned hotter every time we touched. Even when it turned out we shared DNA, I could never give you up. Its too hot, too good." Ingrid sighed, pushing herself to sit up next to him. "This was never supposed to be about feelings. At least, not deep feelings." Dropping his eyes to her stomach, he felt his chest pulse with feelings again. "Its a little late for that." "You were the one who said you didn't care if I got pregnant, given that we fuck every day, multiple times its hardly surprising." That much was very true, so he didn't say anything. "Adam?" Ingrid reached out, turning him to face her. "I don't... I don't love you, but I don't want to stop this. Can you handle that?" He had been for months now, so he didn't see anything had changed other than she knew.
Pulling up his smirk, Adam nodded and slid a hand through Ingrid's hair, gripping tightly. Her head fell back with a groan, exposing her neck fully and he felt his fangs drop and pulse. Ingrid didn't stop him as he leaned in, rasping his tongue along the column of her throat and groaning at the taste of her skin. Pressing his fangs there, Ingrid arched up into him more and he took the encouragement. Biting down, instinct taking over as he pulled Ingrid into a better position, he reveled in her moans of pleasure. Sliding his hand down her bare body, he found her still wet as he rubbed her clit and teased at her slick entrance. Ingrid was torn, hips rocking into his touch as she tried to push harder into his bite. He could feel his cock hard against her hip but ignored it, desperate to feel her come from him biting her, marking her now they were equal.
As he finally felt her body quake in release, liquid dripping over his fingers as she moaned, Adam carefully loosened the tight bite in her neck. Lowering her back down to the bed, he admired the twin puncture marks and her shaking limbs. "Definitely better now you have fangs." Chuckling as she found her voice, Adam felt her hand wrap around his erection. She looked surprised when he grasped her wrist, pulling her hand off him. The surprise gave way to a smirk when he pushed her hand lower, seeing his cock twitch as her fingers probed between the cleft of his ass. She guided him to lie on his back, stealing his sanity as he watched her push her own fingers inside herself, whimpering and biting her lip.
Her aim was clear a moment later, slick wetness shining on her fingers as she pressed against him. "Fuck, you just find new ways to drive me crazy." Ingrid kept smirking as she breached his body, one finger then two slipping inside him, her arousal easing the slide and it made him shake with want. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but Ingrid knew where to find the spot inside him that made his nerves buzz with pleasure. His cock leaked fluid as she found it, pressing harder until his thighs shook. "Fuck, so good." Ingrid clearly enjoyed his surrender, giving up control and his body to her and wanting her to take it. She moved her fingers, rubbing back and forth until he was rocking his hips in time with her motions and openly moaning wantonly.
Completing the submission by tilting his head, offering his throat to her Adam felt her bite down, rubbing inside him and sucking harshly at his neck. His cock twitched, jerking and spurting over his stomach. Ingrid didn't let up until he whined, keening at the overload of sensation. The empty feeling came back as she pulled fangs and fingers out of him, but faded as she kissed him roughly. When he felt like he could stand, they staggered to the bathroom, scrubbing various bodily fluids away from their skin and kissing beneath the hot water. His stomach growled unhappily, not liking being ignored for so long. "Surprised it took you this long, new fangs and all that." Smirking as they dressed, Adam shrugged. "You were naked and touching me, it was distracting." In spite of the hunger gnawing inside him, Adam moved to kiss Ingrid again. "I want you more every day, it should be criminal to be as perfect as you are."
"Everything we do is criminal, maybe I am illegal levels of perfect but it doesn't matter. Now come on, lets get you fed so we can go back to bed. Or maybe test drive your new coffin." Adam let her pull him downstairs, their father conspicuous in his absence as they shared mugs of blood and crunched on bat biscuits. His eyes fell to her stomach again, wondering if his reflections had been right. He hadn't brought up the multiple reflections or the weird talk about chosen one. If he was special, then people would pay attention to him. And that could put his and Ingrids relationship at risk. Looking at the perfect face, curving pout he loved against his mouth or wrapped around his cock, the body that teased and tempted him to the edge of sanity, the eyes that he felt could see through him and the fangs that marked him, owned him, Adam didn't want to give this up.
-AG-
Well, this went on much longer than I expected. But I'm mostly happy with it? Idk, enjoy!
