Still don't own the characters!

Had a surge of inspiration over the time I had no access to a computer naturally, but decided to utilise it by noting down what I wanted to write, meaning I have a clue about where to start with this chapter for once.

So with that said, on we go!

-YD-

Six months along each, Robin and Bertrand were both getting pretty big. Robin's declaration of "I will not get boobs!" was turning out to be slightly inaccurate. Neither of them had developed actual breasts, but the hormones produced by pregnancy had given them both softened chest contours, which looked especially strange on Bertrand surrounded by his still muscular arms and shoulders. Vlad wasn't deterred in the slightest though, he loved watching them grow and carry life within them. Even Ingrid was hard pushed to hide the fascination she had for their changing bodies. Robin had taken to stealing Bertrand's clothes, the only ones that would fit round his bulging belly. Bertrand luckily still fit into his shorts, but as the broadest of all of them he was restricted to only being able to wear button up shirts, not that he could button them up. Vlad wasn't complaining, getting to ogle the swollen bumps frequently and both Robin and Bertrand were far more allowing of Vlad's wandering hands. Which was lucky, as Ingrid kept touching them too. Alex's birthday was nearing, which meant Bertrand's was too but he was content for them to celebrate their sons birthday. "I'm over 400, and every day with all of you is a celebration of life. Let's focus on the newer generation of Draculas for now." His eyes were almost constantly lighting up now, much to Robin's delight. Vlad couldn't help but feel a little sorry for them being restricted during sex now they both had heavy baby curves in the way. Not that he minded picking up the slack for both of them, he was still shivering with pleasure at the memory of yesterday when Bertrand fucked him, the swell of his stomach rubbing against Vlad's cock with every thrust until he exploded in ecstasy.

"I think Vlad has a little bit of a pregnancy fetish guys." Robin managed to pant out, tormented by Ingrid atop him as he was. Vlad was too fucked out to try and argue, nuzzling Bertrand's stomach and watching Ingrid ride their younger husband harder. Bertrand hadn't gained much sensitivity on his nipples, but Robin's was giving Ingrid a run for top place as he almost wailed when Vlad bit down on one. That sent the smaller pregnant vampire screaming into climax, shuddering beneath Ingrid and lying with a dopey grin on his face. Ingrid hadn't yet come, but Vlad was more than happy to solve that problem as he spread her thighs apart and dragged his tongue roughly over her clit until she followed them all into blissful pleasure. Smiling happily at the memories, Vlad felt his bondmates stirring awake around him. Knowing both his husbands tired more easily, Vlad hopped out of bed to go check on Alex. Eleven months old now, he was easily the size of a three year old toddler and practically a miniature of his sire. While Robin and Bertrand were still "papa" and "daddy", Vlad had moved from "dada" to "dad" now when his son greeted him joyfully. Next month would be working the boy onto solid foods and toilet training, a fairly unique experience for them but probably good practice for the two developing Draculas. Alex contently lay there while Vlad changed him, accepting his breakfast toddler milk with enthusiasm and even choosing his own outfit for the day. He may look alot like Vlad, but there was no denying there was plenty of Ingrid in their son as he chose a black t-shirt with red bats all over it, little black cargo shorts and his own little boots. It was lucky they had two little ones on the way, as it would have been almost pointless having so much baby sized things with the rate Alex was growing.

Zipping a message to his mates to say he was taking Alex down to the library for reading, the others soon joined him. Alex had taken the news of two new siblings in stride, and he had no idea men weren't generally supposed to be the ones carrying them. The thick brown hair on Alex's head was now down past his ears, but none of them could bring themselves to cut it until Alex asked them to, which he hadn't yet. Alex wriggled out of his lap to potter over to each of his other parents in turn, lapping up the cuddles and kisses they each bestowed on his smiling face and returning them happily. Vlad reckoned nobody would ever believe the boy was raised by four vampires, he was sweet and affectionate, even if he was already starting to hint he wanted a coffin. Vlad and Robin had compromised, building him a coffin-shaped bed with no lid and agreeing to decorate his room in whatever colour he liked - he'd be moving to a different room soon so they could keep the nursery as it was for the soon-to-be-arriving. Bertrand had even turned a 'training coffin' (for teen vampires who still needed to breathe before their transformation) into a new wardrobe for Alex's new room, which the boy was gleeful about as he looked at the space soon to be his. Most of his birthday presents were already new clothes, toys and books to fill the new space. They never felt too sad about the boys rapid development, they'd have new babies to watch growing at the usual rate and Alex would not only remember but he'd enjoy his first birthday fully.

Bertrand had explained the specifics, not that Vlad understood most of them. He reckoned Alex would be around six years old in terms of development by the age of two, then probably double the rate of usual growth from two to six, and then tapering off to normal rate until he was ten. Making it likely Alex would be physically between sixteen and eighteen by the age of ten, though none of them could even guess at how that would affect the transformation in the blood mirror. Robin had hit on a fairly good solution though. "We take normal rather than digital photos of him each year, and make sure he's got a mirror in his room. If he ever stops showing up in them, we take him to the blood mirror?" They'd all agreed that was probably the easiest way to manage it. The child in question was now gnawing on Vlad's finger, demanding he stop losing himself in thought and read to him. Smiling affectionately at his son, Vlad knocked back his glass of soya blood and let Alex get comfortable on his lap before reading to him. He was already reading half the books to himself, though he still loved curling up with any parent and listening to them read to him. They were all contently watching the young boy lose himself in "The Princess and The Vampire" when a banging on the door disturbed their peace. Alex, who had been instructed by all of his parents to go to Bertrand and Robin if they heard the door knock, climbed off Vlad and walked over to his pregnant dads. Vlad stood up, focusing his senses upwards to see if he recognised the visitors. "It's Mum, I mean, Magda. And I'm pretty sure Wolfie is with her."


The idea of her mother and half-brother visiting was not an inviting one to Ingrid. Though they'd neglected informing anyone other than uncle Ivan about the Counts untimely demise, so she supposed they could tell her that. And she wouldn't admit it, but she had missed Wolfie. Though perhaps having two creatures with exceptional sense of smell was a bad idea, Vlad was already putting a stake in his pocket and telling their husbands to keep the baby Dracs safe. "Ingrid, you coming?" Winking at Vlad cheekily, Ingrid rightly predicted his twitching smile. "Maybe later brother dear, let's go see mommy dearest first." Vlad growled as they linked hands, kissed their husbands and son and flitted upstairs together. Vlad refused to release his grip on her as they stood before the door, and Ingrid remembered his refusal to 'hide' in their own home anymore. Squeezing at his fingers gently, Vlad pulled her in to kiss at her face, nuzzling over her neck and brushing their lips together softly. "First time seeing her since I found out she's not my mother, I'm not sure how to broach any of this but I'm not hiding us anymore." The crests hung around their necks still, Vlad's dark half of his yin-yang necklace and elegantly scripted tattoos surrounded by his proud scars, the claims of his lovers. Pushing away the urge to simply 'come out' to their mother by taking him in the hallway, Ingrid watched Vlad pull the door open.

Magda looked the same as ever, richly dressed in deep shades of red and black, her usually free-hanging hair swept up into a messy bun and her makeup flawless. Wolfie was in his dog form, but shifted back almost instantly at the sight of Ingrid and hurried over to hug around her middle. He'd definitely grown since they last saw him almost two years ago. "Hello darlings." She drawled, her frequent form of greeting. "Magda." Vlad bowed slightly, still not letting go of Ingrid's hand and the older vampiresses eyes was drawn to their linked fingers, Vlad's hand bearing his rings. "You can ask whatever you like, just not in our doorway. Come on in. Hey wolfie!" Wolfie yipped happily at Vlad, darting under their linked hands like there was nothing unusual and bounding around the hallway. Ingrid could do it, but Vlad was in the habit of finding their lovers through the bond. "Throne Room, Alex too." Ingrid couldn't fight a smirk as she looked down at their half-and-half brother. "Hey Wolfie, want to meet your nephew?" The boy looked up at them both in confusion but nodded anyway, taking Ingrid's proferred hand and squealing "wheeeee" as they flitted him along. Magda predittably followed them, taking in the no doubt brighter feeling in the air from four tightly linked lovers living in the same place for so long.

Robin and Bertrand were sat at the table, Alex sat on it eating a jar of baby food with his fingers and making a complete mess. Ingrid smiled fondly at her son, nudging Wolfie into the room. "Alex, this is your uncle Wolfie. Wolfie, this is Alex." Wolfie was easily twice the size of Alex but happily swapped into his dog form and licked Alex's face, much to the giggling toddlers delight. Magda sat down on the throne they hadn't yet decided whether or not to get rid of, attempting to look down upon them imperiously and failing. "So, what have I missed my dear children? I see you have a new pet half fang Vladdy." Vlad actually hissed in warning at the woman, and Ingrid would have paid good blood to have caught the stunned expression on her face. "He's not a pet, he's my bloodbound. As are Ingrid and Bertrand. And don't call me your child, I know the truth." Her mother was eyeing up Vlad's bare torso, not able to see Robin or Bertrand's rounded stomachs as they sat at the table. "Yes, so it's true. I'm not your mother. It was tiresome having to pretend... What!? You not only have more than one bondmate, one of them is Ingrid?" Ingrid smirked at her mother as she nodded, leaning in to kiss Vlad possessively. Vlad yielded immediately, unable to resist the rough contact. Magda was hissing angrily now, clearly unhappy with such events. A tug on her wrist had her looking down to see Wolfie, his wide eyes and still rounded face making him look youthful and innocent. "Are you and Vlad in love Ingrid?" They both knelt down in front of Wolfie, who was not actually biologically related to Vlad but that wouldn't stop Vlad seeing him as a little brother.

"Yes Wolfie, we are. Just like we love Robin and Bertrand over there." The men in question were now holding Alex between them, obviously no more trusting of the venom in Magda's eyes than she and Vlad were. Wolfie nodded, looking around and smiling. "That must be why everyone smells so happy in here!" Vlad smiled and ruffled the boys hair, offering to pick him up and smiling further when Wolfie clambered into his arms. It meant letting go of their linked hands, but it was a small price to pay for the burning anger in Magda's eyes. "And what does your father think of all this, where is he anyway?" Vlad held up his hand, the Dracula crest sitting over his bloodbinding ring. "Dad's on the fireplace." The vampiress spun around, looking over at the collection of dusted vampires they had on display. "Not the UV framed ones, those are my ex girlfriend and someone who tried to threaten our nest. The urn in the middle." Ingrid couldn't help the spark of pride at Vlad not even using their names, and soundly referring to Erin's dust without even a hint of sadness between it. "Uncle Count is dead?" Wolfie was now clinging around Vlad's shoulders and tearing up as he looked at the fireplace. "I'm sorry Wolfie, I should have broken that to you better. He's gone, yes. Ingrid and I are heads of the Dracula clan now, and you get to be Uncle Wolfie to Alex there!" Wolfie nodded up at Vlad, burying his whimpering face back into his shoulder.

"You do realise if I report you all, you'll all be dust." Bertrand was clearly prepared for this. "And you'll be dust too, harbouring a Dimidius child and having a baby with a werewolf. Vlad's the Chosen One, Ingrid his first bite and Alex their biological offspring. Who do you really think is going to come out of this better Miss Westenra?" Ingrid remembered Magda sending Bertrand away when she tricked Vlad into making her his Regent, though the 'dorky tutor' hadn't gone far, returning almost immediately as Magda was dealt with. She wondered if Magda even remembered him. Though she doubted it mattered as Alex clung to Robin's neck while Bertrand stood up, his clearly changing body on display. Ingrid patted Wolfie to say 'keep quiet' gently as their oldest mate came forwards. "You have no place here, and if you try to hurt our nest you'll be dust before you make it past the doorway. Now take the chance to leave in one piece, and remember we can report you just as easily as you can us. Easier even, what with Vlad's claim to the Grand High Vampire and Ingrid's place on the VHC. Go." Ingrid had to fight the thrill at the deep, threatening timber of Bertrand's voice, Vlad's wide eyes fixed on his lovers burning eyes and visible fangs.

"Not the time guys! Though I agree whole heartedly." Robin's voice echoed in their minds, a guilty smile passing between the Dracula siblings as they mastered their bodies. Magda finally snapped out of her indignant anger, stepping forwards. "I want to stay here with Vlad and Ingrid!" Wolfie wouldn't go, and they each shared a nod. "You can stay Wolfie, you are family. I believe Bertrand asked you to leave Mommy dearest." Lightning rolled outside, but none of them were the slightest bit fazed as Magda swirled angrily to dash away. Suddenly having an armful of half-werewolf, Ingrid saw the blur of Vlad chasing after her. Bertrand was quick to follow, but they returned only a moment later. "I mind-wiped her, planted a false place we live in her mind. She won't remember us, or Alex. Or know where Wolfie is. I just wanted to be able to look her in the eye and see the way she easily dropped me when the truth came out. Welcome to the Dracula family Wolfie!" Alex, finally released from the tight grip of Robin, ambled over to Wolfie and the two were clearly firm friends in seconds, rolling around on the floor together. Her bondmates each approached, leaning in close together and linking arms and hands as they watched. "Building a family out of strange parts again Vlad?" Vlad was smiling happily at the wrestling children and nodding. "Blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb." Bertrand nodded in agreement, but Robin looked as confused as Ingrid felt. "Say what now Vlad?" "It means bonds built by choice, mutual love and respect, are stronger than those based solely on blood relation. That just makes it fun." Swatting Vlad around the head for his inappropriate hints in front of 'the kids', Ingrid supposed she had to agree.

"Not sure I'd have ever expected to choose any of you, but I suppose life would get boring without you now." The sparks of mischief and revenge echoing inside her told her they were going to 'get her back' for that, and sure enough she felt Robin and Bertrand each hold her arms as Vlad tickled her mercilessly. There were almost tears of laughter in her eyes as she fought the assault before Vlad finally relented, rubbing over her hip bones with his thumbs and kissing her softly. Robin and Bertrand both followed, each bestowing a gentle kiss on her mouth and nuzzling either side of her neck. "We love you too Ingrid." They were all far too good at repeating that in sync, but Ingrid allowed the emotions in her chest to roll through her happily. "Suppose we'd better find a room for Wolfie to sleep in then if he's staying here?" Alex jumped up from the floor, looking far more serious than he had all of ten seconds ago as Wolfie playfully chewed his ear. "He can share my new room! It's big enough!" Wolfie was nodding eagerly, so the next hour or so was put into building a new bed out of another coffin, bigger for Wolfie as he'd grow quicker himself with his half werewolf genes. The sun was still two hours from rising but both children were anxious to "share a room", so Ingrid pried Alex away for his bath and feed while Vlad convinced Wolfie into a bath and promised to get him some tripe tomorrow. Of all the things her little furball brother could love, tripe had to be one of the worst. As she wrapped Alex up in his little pyjamas, she spotted Vlad chasing a still dripping Wolfie up the hallway. "For garlic's sake Vlad, he's a dog. Wolfie, sit!" The boy dropped where he stood, and Vlad managed to breathlessly wrap a towel around the older of their young charges, digging out clothes from when he was a young teenager to fit Wolfie for bed. Finally they were both in their room, no doubt far away from sleep but at least settled. The adults each lay across the bed, three of them sharing a bottle of blood while Vlad sipped at his soya substitute. "I hadn't accounted for Wolfie, but Alex adores him and he didn't even seem phased by us at all. Do you think Magda will still try and report us? Because Bertrand can't exactly accompany you to the VHC anymore until he's given birth Ingrid."

Ingrid wanted to simply retort with the fact she could take care of herself, but she didn't want to essentially tell Vlad to stop caring so much about her. "It's Council Recess next month, and there's only two meetings this month. You can accompany me, it'll be really obvious if anyone has said anything and we can always dust our way out of there." Vlad nodded in agreement, Ingrid knew he'd be more relaxed if she gave up her spot there, but Ingrid wasn't about to prove the dusty old coffin fillers right that 'girls couldn't handle it'. Especially not when half the Council were under her thumb, careful bribes and gifts and the odd bit of flirting while she cringed in revulsion on the inside meaning half of them would stake the others for her if she asked. "Well, it's an hour til sunrise so I need to hit that twenty four hour place, Wolfie can't drink blood yet and I doubt he'd like Alex's toddler milk. Robin, where did you hide my sunproof coat this time?" Robin grinned cheekily, he had a habit of hiding everyones clothes and claiming they didn't need them. Vlad managed to dress and head out with time to spare after Bertrand and Ingrid tickled the location of his coat out of Robin, and the physical contact quickly led to more as Robin twisted beautifully under their rough touches to his nipples. It didn't take long for Robin to come as Bertrand straddled him carefully, his stronger muscles helping maintain the position easier than Robin could by now as they rocked together. As Robin lay recovering with a blissful smile on his face, Bertrand advanced on Ingrid and rubbed over her clit, teasing touches until he deemed her wet enough to take him. Or for him to take her, Bertrand was rarely a rough lover but his jubilant mood seemed to extend to this as Ingrid felt him thrust into her hard, over and over until she couldn't think straight. There were bruises on her hips by the time he let go, moving to rub over her nipples as he drew her orgasm out of her. He came with a grunt, spilling inside her trembling body and carefully pulling her to nestle between them both.

She could hear Vlad moving around in the lower part of the house by now, back from his shopping trip and hurrying to rejoin his lovers. He didn't look the slightest bit put out that they'd gone on without him, simply stripping down to his boxers, flitting to check on the children and returning to nestle behind Robin. "Stealing my spot Robin? Careful or there'll be trouble." Robin's cheeky attitude had him replying "Oh really Vlad? What kind of trouble?" in no time, and even Ingrid was surprised as she heard the solid "smack" of Vlad's hand. "Blood Vlad, do that again." Robin's voice was breathy and Ingrid could feel his cock rising against her as Vlad landed more sound slaps across the pale cheeks of his ass. Ingrid could feel the whispers of the tingling pain on her own skin, but Robin was clearly beyond a little aroused as Vlad managed to prep him and penetrate him hard and fast. The whole bed rocked as she and Bertrand looked on in amusement, Vlad fucking Robin into a pile of aroused jelly as they thrust together. It was fairly rough and hurried, Robin spurting over his own hand within minutes and Vlad letting the tightening muscles take him over the edge. They lay shaking together for a few moments, Vlad dislodging himself gently and nuzzling the back of Robin's neck. "Thought you wanted your spot back." was mumbled sleepily into the pillow, and Ingrid could see Vlad smiling into Robin's shoulder. "Nah, too tired now. Sleep! We have two little ones to learn to live with and two more on the way, who knows how many good days sleep we'll get from now on." Ingrid and Bertrand agreed, joining the tangle of sated limbs and Vlad laced his fingers through hers to rest over Robin's hip.

-YD-

I missed Wolfie, so I brought him back! While I'm sure he'd have been a little more confused, I doubt Wolfie is phased by much so long as people are nice to him?