Hello dear Dragatha addicts I am presenting you another chapter that has finally a hint of forgiven M rated content. After the last walk in the park, Agatha remains true to her own words and promise and arranged a meeting with the lawyer. Will she say yes and become Dracula´s wife officially again? What do you think? Dracula´s admiration grows even more and thus; he presents Agatha with a thank you gift. This gesture however invokes a blast of memories and even greater desires…

Enjoy the chapter and let me know what you think about it reviews are always appreciated and lacked sadly….

- Where's that moron?! - Dracula asks 3rd time in a row with a slight irritation in his voice. Agatha just raises an eyebrow, placing her hands sideways on her hips in an outrage. His impatience is unfounded and unreasonable.

- Are you in a hurry, Vlad? - today, after all, no favourite series of his are running on TV and if indeed they would be, he can watch it in the archive anytime. - Are you afraid I'll change my mind regarding the marriage before he comes? - she asks amused by this idea and the sudden expansion of Dracula's pupils. His eyes darken and are no longer so carefree. He does not like such talks. This is probably the most beautiful thing that can be observed on his face. At least according to Agatha. Fear. Uncertainty. Concerns. It's not that surprising that Agatha enjoys it. Yes. I have a certain amount of power over him.

- No, I'm not afraid. But it is rude to be late. Especially if it concerns business meetings. - his mumbling continues and Dracula tramples from place to place.

- Believe it or not, no one would rush to the vampire nest with enthusiasm. - chuckling over his childish approach does not meet with approval in his eyes.

- You would. - if I did not come to Budapest, she would certainly search me out…

- To kill the vampire. 123 years ago. Different reasons. - finally, the doorbell rings. - You already have him here. Satisfied? Behave properly, okay? - Agatha gets up from the couch. Her tone of voice is direct and strict. - No superior looks or arrogant smirks. Do not show off your fangs. No stupid words. You're Count, not a vagabond. - Dracula just flips his eyes vehemently, then conjures a charming smile.

- I'll be the perfect host, my dear. I promise. -

- Keep this on your mind the entire evening. - that might be hard, but definitely not unreachable goal…even for him.

- Yes, darling. - now Agatha rolls her pretty blue eyes. The fact that he addresses her darling and my dear does not bother her anymore. It just made a winning smile on his face unnecessarily, when she reacted with anger and she wants to win again, not giving him the satisfaction of triumph. Therefore, she walks to the front door and finally opens the door ...

- / -

- The property is divided into 3 separate funds. - Frank Renfield continues to interpret the financial report. - The first, the largest, is the investment asset. Its value has tripled in the last 60 years and has remained largely intact as far as the withdrawal of money is concerned. Doctor Balaur does not actively use it, it is in the hands of our bank's financial brokers, but you have free access to it. - Dracula is amazed. The total amount of property surprised him. It is true that he was never poor. He always had a lot of money and property, before coming to England he could compete with any British lord, but it seems that if he already had a financier at that time, he would be equal to the king. He is beginning to like this middle-aged lawyer, although at first, he wasn't exactly thrilled with the appearance of this sloppy middle-class accountant. - The second fund manages your real estates, which were purchased before your relocation to England. They are currently rented out, producing a profit for you. That is, except for Carfax, which is, however, the subject of a third fund. -

- And it's exclusively mine. - Agatha also enters the informative monologue. The steadfast remark is made vigorously.

- Basically, everything is yours, Doctor Balaur. - the lawyer notes and is right. The only living member of the Balaur family is officially only Agatha.

- For now. - Dracula joins the discussions, he previously had with Agatha as well. In privacy. She promised him something…

- We'll get to that, Mr Balaur. - Frank Renfield gets a little nervous and starts moving some of the bundles of papers spread out on a long dining table from one place to another. - The third fund manages the financing of the Bistritz Hospital and the Carfax Clinic, which, unlike the hospital, is financially independent and even very profitable. That would be all about the property. We can now move on to the proposed division of property and matters of your new identity. Any questions so far. -

- No. Agatha explained everything to me. -

- As I told Mr Renfield, the Carfax and Bistritz funds will remain fully under my control and sole ownership. You can keep the second fund. It will bring you more profit than mine and the first one will remain in common ownership. - The Count has no objections here. There is no point in causing any issues. He has nothing right now and is left at the mercy of Agatha's good will. Agatha loves her job and built the clinic on her own, with her own hands, with her own efforts. And not just one, as he just learned.

- I have no objection, my dear. - a proud husband says and rather proposes to move on to next subject. - Now let's get to the most important thing. The main reason of today´s meeting. -

- Of course. - the lawyer pulls another folder out of the leather bag, but before he starts talking, Agatha prefers to take the lead at least for a while.

- While Mr Renfield is preparing your papers, I will briefly explain to you the role of your existence in my identity, Vlad. - she inhales more out of habit to give herself the courage ... to look him in the eye. - Your birth certificate, more recent and I assume that the only one you have ever had is already issued. According to it, you were born on November 8, 1977, but died for my needs in the year 2012, when I moved to England permanently again. So, we face a minor problem here, since you basically already existed already in this era. Therefore, we have 2 options. - to his frown and to the outraged question in his eyes: Did you kill me? is she not responding momentarily. - Either you get a brand-new identity, the name under which you will officially exist, or ... -

- Or? - he does not want to give up his surname. Honestly, he'd rather keep the official title of Count Dracula legitimately, but Agatha didn't even want to discuss it. Are you out of your mind? Do you want to be served right under their noses and offer me as a cherry on the cake?! Two vampires for the price of one! No way!

- Or we'll disprove your death and come up with a story that you were only missing for a long time. - Frank Renfield, who has essentially prepared the groundwork for both options, joins the discussion as well.

- You died in Romania. During an armed attack when you visited your birthplace. - what a prosaic way to die.

- It reminds me of my first death, actually. - those memories, that actually now only Agatha possesses, do not draw positive feelings, making her frown shortly. The old witch and the crying wee baby hunt her constantly in her dreams…instead of musing about it, she chooses to continue:

- We can say that it was not possible to identify you. According to documents, that were stolen before and thus wrongly proclaimed you dead. You lost your memory, spend a lot of time in hospital, you had a different life there, and on a business trip to visit my hospital, we met by chance. Your memory is back now. You returned to the country and so on. - Agatha, cooperating with Frank Renfield of course, has already think of a more detailed version as she immediately knew, he would choose an option to keep his name and surname…

- You haven´t searched for me at all. - he provokes with a foxy smile.

- No. I didn't even cry. - perhaps not in the year 2012, but in the most difficult moments of the beginning of her immortality, she did not shy away from tears a few times, when she wished she was not alone in this foreign country and had him by her side. And at that moment I cursed you ... I wasn't sad. No. Just desperate and angry…

- In any case, it's Love beyond the grave. - he smiles broadly at her and looks again at the lawyer, who has already prepared the documents and, during their private discussion, also put the financial report on neat piles. - Where do I sign it? - he asks, receiving the documents on the receipt of the identity card. He frowns a little. - Marriage certificate first. - Dracula demands emphatically, meanwhile Renfield has been looking for the document, keeping his eyes on Agatha. Once the document is in front of him (so this is the marriage certificate Agatha has created already … married on 25th of June 2006 … nice … Catholic wedding? She must be kidding), he eagerly signs it and hands it to Agatha to do the same. - Your turn, darling. - the bride does not sign it immediately as the groom, but gives him provocative look first.

- Let me think about it one more time, Vlad. - she teases him, receiving a pleading puppy-eyes look in return.

- Agatha, be a good girl. - she takes the pen though with a sigh and signs the document again. She is a married woman again. Despite the oath she took almost 150 years ago. It was just until the death promise ...

- Well, now I can kiss the bride. - with undying self-esteem and wide smile, he proclaims the marital union is formed.

- Don't even think about it! - the former nun warns him with index finger raised, but Count Dracula does not miss a single opportunity to kiss her. Particularly such special one… - It's just a business contract, remem ... - she won't even finish it and her mouth is again being examined with his tongue, where he stopped yesterday ... - Bloody leech! - she hisses at him with a low voice when he lets her go.

- Well, Agatha. Your lips say something else. - he blinks at her, licking his lips again as to taste the trace of her. - And for your pleasure, I refrained from direct contact with the food source. Just shopping in our private Balaur Blood Bank supermarket. I deserve some reward, don´t you think, my dearest wife? -

- You should have made a living as an actor. - she mutters at last as Renfield clears his throat to alert them to his presence. From what he sees, he can't tell if this couple of just married vampires won´t decide to seal their union right now on the dining table.

- Congratulations, but if you allow me, I would like to move on to the other essentials of your return to life, Mr Balaur. If possible, today. -

- Of course. - Agatha answers for her already official husband. - The sooner the better. - all three then sit down at the table and while Agatha and Renfield look serious, professional, a happy smile full of mischief shines on the count's face. This is just the beginning and it's only a step away to the sweet goal ...

- A week or so later -

He ended the short call immediately and hurried to the front door. The bell rings only briefly when the door is wide open.

- Mr Balaur? - the courier asks, looking at the tall figure of the Count from head to toe.

- Personally. - with his typical cynical smile, Dracula nods, truly pleased that the courier has met the requirement of arrival after sunset.

- Sign it here. - a hard board with a paper on top is handed to Vlad and the driver returns to a large van, from which he delivers a large box wrapped in a decorative paper on a cart. - Where should I place it? - he asks after looking at the front door. Dracula however, shakes his head and smiles. Amused, a little arrogant, as is his custom.

- I can handle it. Well thank you. - he opens the door wide and lifts the bulky box from the trolley as if it was an empty cardboard. A medium-sized man stares in amazement for a moment, but finally mutters a greeting and returns to the car. Dracula chuckles and closes the door behind. A man with an unattractive smile and less than the average smell of blood, leaves his mind at once. He walks happily into the living room and places the gift on the floor in the corner of the room, sitting down on the couch again.

- She will be pleased. - He will be happy too. Today is the first time Agatha has gone to work and also the first time he has spent the day doing real work in finance business, although so far only in the form of a home office (with Frank Renfield on phone as a support when needed). - How great that my dear can get me the right blood so promptly. - He reaches for his laptop again and opens the latest e-mail from Renfield and doesn't even read it all when his ears catch the sound of door being unlocked and the subsequent familiar steps. Agatha enters the room in a moment.

- Hi. - his wife greets him in a tired voice and falls on the couch next to him. Today she left the house before 5 am (if she went out after sunrise, he would not let her go anywhere ... I will have to tell him about the harmlessness of the sun for us ...).

- Good evening, Agatha. Tired? - he asks with real interest, with an undertone of soothing. It´s more than obvious after all ... she barely stood on her feet before collapsing to the couch ... she certainly didn't stop all day to save as many mortals as possible ...

- Exhausted. - now she would prefer to go straight to bed, but since she is not going to work tomorrow, Vlad will almost certainly not let her go into bed so quickly. Either I communicate with him here, spend some time in his presence or he gets into my bed at night ... she forces herself to not close her eyes right here and now and looks again at her husband, that is full of expectations. But why such excitement? Agatha asks herself suspiciously …

- I have something for you. - Dracula smiles cheerful, happy as a small child. His expectations are obviously high and he can't wait for the moment when Agatha unpacks the mysterious object, she has not yet notced and sees it too.

- What? - here Agatha immediately focuses and refreshed, looks directly at him. - What have you done? - Dracula produces slightly offended grimace. This tone of voice indicates that she suspects him again of some atrocities or at least unfair intentions.

- Why should I do something? I didn't kill anyone when it comes to that. No corpse will jump on you. I can keep my promise, darling. - following, he stands up and walks to the corner of the room where today's shipment is placed. - I have a gift for you. To be precise, for both of us. - he corrects himself and looks at Mrs. again. Balaur. - Unpack it! - he encourages her cheerfully. Agatha didn't expect this. To be honest, she has not been relieved yet. She still doesn't know what to expect. For us. This is a dangerous combination. With not the best will to stand up, she follows his wish and after a few steps, starts unwrapping the gift from him. The dark blue wrapping paper is simply cut by her nails. Agatha again wants to see his facial expression and the reaction in his eyes; thus, she raises her eyebrows, noticing the count's face eager look.

- Don't you want to help me? If you keep looking at that box so longingly, it will fly apart. -

- I'm curious. That is all. - but he nods with a happy smile.

- Then cut it, I don't want to damage the nail polish. - he is very happy and willing to help her with this task. He has to admit that he likes her nails. Of course, given the era they live in and her social status, he understands why she doesn't want to expose her original, vampire nails to the world and doesn't blame her ... it´s a short process with the packaging. The cardboard is cut in two places and the box falls apart.

- Do you like it? - he asks her immediately as soon as he pulls the bubble wrap from a hand-carved chess table, which must have cost a nice bundle of money.

- Hm. - Agatha nods. Her mood immediately improves and she smiles broadly. - Very much. - Dracula and basically her as well, breathe out in relief. It never occurred to her that he might pleasantly surprise her. Her joy multiplies Dracula's. He basically shines with happiness and proudly straightens his chest. You're on the right track, boy. Sooner or later, she will say yes and the door to the common bedroom will be open to you forever ...

- That's exactly a copy of the one we played chess on the boat, in the wine cellar. Do you remember? - away from erotic ideas. Sometimes he feels that Agatha is reading his mind and today he does not want to take a risk. - So many pleasant conversations and nicely spent moments together, Agatha. -

- With a glass of my blood, under the effect of hallucinogenic substances that secrete your fangs into the victim's throat, with cheating in the game ... - another telling look follows, but he's right. Agatha also has fond memories of some moments in the wine cellar. When she wasn't quite aware yet where she was, she enjoyed every second of interesting and exciting discussions. Finally, with someone intelligent and equal ... Dracula shrugs, but still smiles triumphantly. - Wanna play? - Agatha finally asks.

- Now? Aren´t you tired? - Indeed, this proposal surprises him. The original plan was a little different. First: she should have come home and unwrap the present. It worked. She was to be pleased, best so much as to jump around his neck and kiss him gratefully. That can still happen. It's Friday, so he wanted to go to the city to see the nightlife of the new millennium. However, he rejected this idea as soon as he noticed and felt the fatigue that surrounded her like an aura. At that time, he said that points number 1 and 2 of his plan were quite sufficient.

- Are you scared that I would kick your old ass, Vlad? - she provokes him in a really tantalizing tone of voice, which startles him for a moment. He begins to see the erotic undertone almost everywhere, but this is outrageous ... he swallows empty and runs quickly to take the chairs while Agatha sets up the figures.

- You provoked it, my dear wife. Prepare to lose. - he settles down and begins to smile provocatively. The game begins and this time it's a balanced duel, with the same benefits on both sides.

- / -

He has been sleeping in the office for several days, not with the greatest enthusiasm or completely voluntarily. Even now, he would prefer to lie in the bedroom, in a bed that should be certainly common... or it should be their both after signing the marriage certificate. After all, we are married! And such people in this kind of union share the bedroom. Definitely in this century. Times of separate bedrooms are a thing of the past. He mutters in silence, putting his hands under his head. He can't complain about the discomfort, surely not. Agatha chose a high-quality bed and he has to admit that he hasn't been lying in such a comfortable place for a long time ... he's more comfortable and definitely much more satisfied than with a coffin, and he slept alone in it as well. But times are changing ... perhaps we will solve this small inconvenience as soon as possible ... the goal of returning to the shared bedroom was set at the beginning. Now all he can do is to dream, but his mind is not quite capable of that. Not without a stimulus, without a spur, when he sees the victims' ideas ... not his own. Maybe Agatha will nod to a smaller experiment one day. She can control herself; she could still try to drink my blood. Hmmm. With a blissful smile, he imagines her fangs, he had not seen yet, digging into his neck. Suddenly his body is covered with chills. He runs his fingers through two little punctures on his neck again, perhaps an eternal memory. It's been a few weeks since she sucked the poisoned blood out of him, and unlike the wounds from the silver needles, they still haven't healed. And hopefully never will. In this way, he can constantly remind Agatha what sacrifice she had to make and that she would not have done so if she did not care about him. Dear triumph. He smiles broadly again and sighs. If only he could just simply close his eyes and dream, driving the now unwanted loneliness into the background of his mind and replace it with Agatha… He can't sneak into their bedroom, although that would be the easiest solution. After all, he promised her that he would behave properly and follow some rules. However, I never specifically agreed with my absence in the bedroom. On the other hand, then she wouldn't trust me at all. I can't afford such a mistake. It would be best if he fell asleep immediately after closing his eyes, but it's not that simple. The chess evening filled him with too much enthusiasm. For the first time since his awakening and his return to life, they did not quarrel, discuss sensibly, laughed at each other, and together at the humorous memories of the lives of both. Chess. The activity during which they spent the most time during the voyage to England. In a round wine cellar. And not just playing. If only she remembered it ... if only I did not have to rob her of this particular memory ...

- FLASHBACK -

The king and queen fell first. They were followed by pawns, whom Agatha swept from the board without mercy to the ground and knocked the count back with all her might. To his surprise, he staggered and slipped on the treacherous bishop, falling backwards. He landed on the solid board, hitting it hard with his back. The next moment, Agatha landed on him and gave him a look full of contradictions. He didn't know what to expect, but he would have guessed the attempted murder. His only consolation was the fact that the wine cellar basically did not exist outside of his or her mind. They're on a ship, sailing to England and he feeds on her blood, her destiny firmly gripped in his hands. Or not? Agatha has a wild look, and Count admits that he is unimaginably excited. How unfettered!

- You're just cheating, Dracula, and I'm starting to get annoyed. - she hisses at him and presses him against the wooden checkerboard even more. He's lying, Dracula can't deny that, constantly changing this illusion and so her chances of winning a fair match are greatly reduced ... In fact, she is already lying on the table. Agatha occupies his body, almost merging with him. The whole scene seems familiar to him and he breathes in excitement. And she only has 2 doses of my blood, yet she gets stronger and stronger.

- You tend to focus less, Agatha. - he retaliates with a provocative smile that freezes unexpectedly in shock. She grabs his hands in a hurry and kneels them. The table staggers a little, but she deftly keeps her balance and in the next second shifts her warm palms to his neck. She has strength, she is angry, it starts to excite her too. Breathing faster, even the heart beating at a sudden pace. Dracula eyes her in shock, with no hint of blood red colour, not even resembling two embers. They shine with a pleasant brown colour and to hell with him ... the Warlord loses his breath, which the nun deprives him of when she clings to his lips in ecstasy, squeezing it painfully. He awaits her to bite it off and spit it on the floor to the chessboard. However, the exact opposite happens and she moves the tip of her tongue over his lips, eventually examining the inside of his mouth. Taking the palms off his neck, she tears his shirt, followingly inserting her fingers to his thick black hair. Count Dracula still can't respond or believe in his own sense. He thinks he's just dreaming. Agatha would never do that. He read her blood and knows how wild and unfettered she can be, determined to achieve everything she could, but he would never say she would want him voluntarily. Like this.

- Agatha. - he calls her name vaguely, but does not try to stop her. The enraged nun moves her mouth to his cheek and, descending down his jaw, bites the earlobe. - Uf. - The count moans. A sigh comes out of him and he would have sworn that goosebumps began to pop up on his skin. - You know what you are doing. - It's such a half-question, a half-evaluation of the obvious.

- Yes. - Agatha clings to his neck again, this time literally. He opens his mouth and ... shit! He wants to cry when Agatha bites him in the throat. Of course, she can't perforate his skin and it does not hurt. Not human fangs. But it's so exciting, even if it's just a harmless scratch. Essentially. - I am sure, you prefer to bite and not being bitten. - she mumbles into his neck, biting him again and kissing at the same time.

- I do. Bite. Though, this is ... hmm ... perfect. - he, too, swallows empty and protests in disapproval when Agatha begins to rise from him. - Agatha, you can't just set me on fire and then stop! - it´s unhappy muttering and the disappointment is also visible on his face. Deep wrinkle crosses his forehead.

- Really? - she sniffs. - I can. - raising her eyebrows, still breathing rapidly, Agatha looks at him more closely. The prints of her teeth still haven't disappeared from his throat, his shirt is sliced into long shreds (she didn't even realize she was scratching or scraping), his black hair is completely dishevelled. Was that me? She just smiles with a spark of contempt and provocation. - You can't do that! You are dead, remember? The blood sustains your body, yes, keeping you walking and thinking, but can´t stimulate regular functioning of your organs. Surely not those reproductive ones, that you would need to use. - mocking tone of her voice provokes him deeply. She is perfect. She is ...

- I´ll gladly prove you wrong, my dear nun. Little foreplay will do and then surely, you will beg for more of me. -

- Like you do right now? - chuckling again and, with her elbows on the table at the sides of his head, Agatha looks directly into his challenging eyes. - Beg for sex. -

- Something like that. - despite his confident smile, he is absorbed in tension. He wants her. He longs for her. Right now. He doesn't even want to imagine that she would say no. He probably wouldn't be able to enforce his rights on her against her will. Without her consent, it wouldn't be exactly the same. That would be a loss, not a victory. - 5 minutes. If I won´t get hard, then you win. - it´s a tempting proposal. Little bit risky though ...

- What if you will get an erection though? - He doesn't believe it, but when Agatha thinks about it like that ... it wouldn't be such a bitter loss. Dracula smiles even more, finally freeing his hands from under her calves, moving them to her thighs, which he gently strokes.

- Then you win even more. -

- Five minutes, not a moment longer. - at last, Agatha nods and throws herself at him hungrily again. In fact, this was how she wanted to pounce on him from the moment she teased him in front of the convent gates. She had never seen such an attractive man (despite the blood and disgusting things he had done and still was about to do). Tall, well built, well-gifted ... she's on Dracula again, stripping him completely, kissing him again. Even the Count is no longer a passive mannequin and willingly engages in an act of pleasure. He himself hopes to win the bet and defeat Agatha in this way as well. Are all nuns so experienced even in the intimate area, or just my Agatha? He asks, but is sure she's the only one. It can't just be my blood ... and that'd better rush into his crotch now. The Count again focuses on her lips, skilful fingers and the radiant heat radiating from her body, which is released even more when he tears the fabric of her dress (his favourite one). The remnants of pale blue dress are removed from her shoulders and then he throws the corset somewhere to the space behind them. Dracula puts his hands on her again, hugging her, presses her body to his chest, though he would rather admire the sight of her bouncing breasts. The desire to feel her heart rate at the moment is stronger though. Strike after strike.

- 1 minute, Dracula. Try harder, because you are losing now. -

- And you wouldn't want that. - he sighs longingly.

- Perhaps. - her hands set out to explore his body, raising her buttocks on her knees and encircling his penis with her fingers. - Prove me wrong, Count Impaler. - she grips him tight, grinning at him naughtily. Count´s mouth opens widely in astonishment. Well said … She is also surprised. Where does it all come from. Automatic movements, firm hand, so much flame.

- You wicked woman. - he growls like a wolf, curling up and sighs. He feels weak again. For a second. But he knows what will follow. Almost 4 centuries without an unnecessary erection, and yet his body did not forget what it feels like. He is immediately happier and calmer. And Agatha too. - You have something to look forward to. -

- No. - she shakes her head with a cunning smile on her red lips and lets go, leaning down lower. - You are the lucky one, Dracula and you will follow my instructions. - she whispers, deadly seriously, warningly, biting her teeth into his throat even more furiously. Surprisingly, this directive tone inflames him even more, although he is accustomed to giving orders, not obeying them.

- Alright, Countess. - he titles her with pleasure in the deep voice, emphasizing each letter and ostentatiously pulls off her skirt as well. - Go on. Ride me. - he invokes her provocatively, he even bites his lower lip, squeezing the upper fangs at her. Agatha frowns in protest as he addresses her with his own title, but takes the lead. Firmly grabbing his manhood, she slowly takes him inside. Centimetre by centimetre, sighing from pleasure, tilting head backwards, just like Count Dracula. It feels so good, to be surrounded by such wetness and warmth, sliding deeper and deeper. Gently holding her by hips, Dracula stabilizes her, groaning in a pleasant excitement. She is quite vocal and he absolutely loves it. After all, he fucked many women during his mortal life, but never was he fucked by anyone ... until today (if it is just some unexplained imagination?). In silent astonishment, completely fascinated, he watches her move in his lap, rising and descending, sighing, breathing in pleasure and satisfaction. Dracula can barely stay in control, but he promised her control, leadership ... and heaven ... she is ... Agatha. He muses. He strokes her thighs, blows again, and gasps in awe again when Agatha grabs him by the hands. As hypnotized, he leaves control over them to Agatha now already Balaur. Just so she wouldn't stop, just so she would stay with him ...

- Touch me, Count. - she commands him blissfully, placing his right hand on her left breast, his left hand into her lap again. - Stay exactly here. Try to rub it, but gently and slowly. - she takes his thumb and index finger, precisely positioning them the at the entrance, the way she likes it and he really wonders if she was with another man before. Without a doubt. How else would she know all of this?! Now he feels indescribable jealousy, wanting to torture and kill whatever man touched her previously. Agatha is just mine! What a motivation to try even harder! Be the best! He concentrates like in a game of chess, only this time focusing fully on her. His still heart wants to jump out of his chest from excitement. He has to satisfy her. Bring her to the pinnacle of pleasure and with her himself. Win because she is winning now. A few more moves ahead, a few thrusts deeper and he finds himself on the verge of his powers. That woman is too good ... and mine ...

Even Agatha does not believe her own mind and sight. Seeing him thus curl beneath her, completely helpless against her deeds. Now it would be so easy to kill him, to rid the world of his existence, but she would suffer the most. Or wouldn´t she? Such a handsome and skilled man. A beast, Agatha, don't forget it. It's just a facade. Her mind speaks to her. Hush, now. She touches his chest, drawing irregular circles in his black chest hair curls, enjoying the way he explores tenderly her breasts. The way he looks at her with adoration like no man ever looked at her before. He's probably the first to admire her. Definitely. The heat inside of her grows, she wets him completely and wishes he peaked first. That would be a defeat. Therefore, she pulls harder until his eyes almost pop out of his eye sockets from so much surprise.

- Let it go, Agatha. - he whispers, howling in desire the next moment. Agatha just shakes her head, but the contractions inside her are becoming more frequent and overwhelming.

- Give it up, Count. - she whispers seductively, licking her lower lip. - You wanted to make me last, didn´t you? -

- I do, but not in this particular case. Surrender! - he calls out in a powerful voice and suddenly wraps his arms around her slim figure, pressing her against his cold body. Surprisingly, Agatha starts giggling and rises again after the initial shock. However, she is not allowed to straighten again fully and take control. The Count is competitive even now and capable without a doubt. She doesn't have many options, so she lunges at him hungrily, dipping her fingers back into his thick hair, which she begins to comb, while clinging to his lips again.

- Give up! - now former nun snorts furiously, whispering in his ear and biting his throat again with all her strength. The Count blows, suppressing an incontrollable desire to roar like a beast and release the pressure within himself.

- Never, my dear. You will be the first! - he almost bites her again, in the last moment deciding for a lingering kiss instead. Grasping her buttocks in his palms, he suddenly pulls her even closer, going to the limit of possibilities ... that seems to work on both sides. Each of them cries out in a mix of agony, relief and bliss ... both let it go at the same time, wetting each other. Their bodies are entangled, none of them has enough power to move anymore, thus they just lay on each other, breathing heavily (Dracula out of habit more likely). He even feels a phantom-like pain thundering in his chest ... or maybe it´s just the echo of Agatha´s heart, pounding towards my chest, beating for both of us ... a perfect partner for the rest of the eternity ... isn´t she? He muses, stroking her back, still somehow lying on the chess table, that is becoming slightly uncomfortable.

- You came first. - Agatha evaluates after 5 minutes of silence, not breathing so heavily anymore. She lies comfortably ... even his body temperature suits her ... she needs to cool down and he cools her so pleasantly, from outside and inside alike ... Dracula laughs, wrapping her hair in a knot with one hand.

- You won. - he humbly admits which is so atypical for him, even though he is not entirely sure of his words. Basically, they both won. In a way.

- It´s against the logic. Strange. Impossible. - it doesn't even surprise him that after sex Agatha philosophizes once again and in fact it doesn't even offend him. Only a fool (and I am not one) would expect her confess love now and praising of his performance, but it irritates him a little that she thinks more to herself and he doesn´t know exactly what she talks about.

- What? - he asks as Agatha fell silent, ignoring him a little. Nothing. Dracula lifts himself a little, moving inside her again, which successfully grabs her attention.

- Erection. Why don´t you blush? Why don't you redden when you clench your fists? If such an excitement effect is possible? Your blood can accumulate as it seems. - she adjusts a little on him, pinching his shoulder to demonstrate her words. - No redness, yet you are hard. -

- And inside of you, Agatha. Yes. - now she blushes, starting to pulsate again in her centre, when he starts kissing her again, placing soft kisses on her blushing face, colder shoulders, dishevelled hair, not only her red lips. Simply on all places within the reach. Agatha gasps again.

- Or it's just an illusion. - she prefers to cover his mouth with her palm. She has to think. Without distraction, (only his presence and the fact that they are still one is big disturbance enough). - And you are indeed impotent outside of your or my mind. I still don´t know whose phantasy is this. -

- I am not impotent, Agatha! - Dracula defends immediately angrily, a little offended. - You have the effect to make me hard. Every time I suck your blood or change your clothes. - change my clothes? If she could, she would cover herself at least with her hands ... even if it is useless, given the situation they are right now in. - Oh yes, my dear. - he places a kiss to her palm and puts it on his chest.

- Impossible. You can be just lying, since there is no way for me to find out first hand, fully conscious. - with a grim expression on her face, she slowly begins to rise from him, moistening both even more. Agatha deftly stands up from the Count and, once again looking at him, stretches for her clothes, which will at least cover her partially. This surprises Dracula unpleasantly.

- Agatha, where are you going? - he frowns, also finally rising from the uncomfortable table. - We are not finished yet! You can't just leave! - There is no exit. He is the master of time and reality in this room. However, Agatha raises an eyebrow in disapproval.

- Watch me! - and with a proudly raised head she walks towards the wall, where a red door surprisingly appears. Where did it come from? They both probably ask, but Agatha doesn't think about it anymore, pushes the handle and leaves through them, not knowing where.

- Agatha ... - he calls out to her a little irritated, although disappointment and a grain of regret can be caught in his voice. However, Agatha disappears, the door closes behind her and also vanishes. He doesn't understand, only scratches the back of his neck and looks around. It was messy. So passionate. Full of fire and desire. A paradise lost to be found again and lost once more. He sighs and, in the blink of an eye, is transferred to the reality of the world outside his mind. He would expect to be in his cabin or the one numbered 9, sitting on a chair by her bed, not in this position. Dracula is lying on the bed, nude, with naked Agatha in his arms. His confusion is growing. He doesn't remember falling asleep like that. After dinner on the board in a boring company of his food, he came to her to consume her unique blood ... then they played chess together and then they made love on the chessboard. That all took place though in the round wine cellar. In this room, however, it looks similar. The dresses of both are scattered on the floor. The pillows are thrown in the corner. The hair of both tousled, bodies still tangled. He looks at the sleeping Agatha once more and sighs. You would hate yourself and me even more, if you found out it happened outside our minds as well, wouldn´t you? It is decided. It would be unfair of him to provoke her with tonight´s outcome if he kept this privilege and he certainly would do so in his weaker moments. For the first time (perhaps in his entire existence), Count Dracula decides to do something selfless. Sinking his fangs into her neck again, he changes her memories of the evening and early night. It´s just a moment. This time he can control his thirst better. He wants her to last after all. Agatha is his wife already, a chosen companion until the end of the time and to make her fully his, he needs to gain her thrust eventually. There are no second chances, no missteps can be done, no mistakes will be forgiven.

- Sleep, my dear. Rest. - he wishes her good night and starts dressing himself. Taking care of her body takes place and again, hard as an obelisk erected somewhere in Egypt, he proves the world, that she can do miracles even with his undead body ...

- END OF FLASHBACK-

He sighs. About this event he almost forgot, partially changing it probably in his mind as well. Only today, Agatha´s smile and amused voice brought him back to the moment they made love for the first time. His plans were almost thwarted. By her. It also made him think about how events would have turned if she hadn't forgotten it. Maybe they'd been together for 123 years, maybe she'd kill him then ... or herself. That would be even worse. But it was a free-will decision. Their. Now Count Dracula thinks about what she would probably do now if she somehow learned the truth.

- Will we ever get to the point where I hug you in my arms naked and make love to you as then? - he blows again and this time he closes his eyes instead, dives into the moments of tonight and those similar on the ship ...

- / -

Agatha suddenly wakes up, sort of out of breath and ... wet. She frowns and looks around a little confused.

- Vlad? - she utters his name in silence, looking for him around, even rummaging through bedsheets with her hand, if he did not hide somewhere ... even as a bat, etc. No traces. The windows and doors are closed, and at first glance there is no indication that anyone other than her was lying in this bed tonight. She was and is here alone. It was just a dream. But what about? Too vivid and real. After all, she is still wet and has not been sweating for more than a century. Fluids of pleasure leak from inside of her, from her inactive womb, that she knows. Agatha snorts and stands up, quickly changing into something dry. A special dream. Crazy. It can´t be true. Couldn´t happen and can´t in the future. It´s all against the nature´s laws ... our existence is against all nature´s laws… Nothing of our lives is natural ... could it be just another rule we can simply bypass ... he can bypass? She snorts and scratches on the nape of the neck, gripping it tightly in the hand. Don't think about it anymore, you fool! It'll just get you in a trouble. Once a liar always a liar. However, this evening was genuine ... it was just a dream ... nothing more and nothing less. The attraction is absolutely normal. That should be a normal phenomenon in the nature ... although we are not. Agatha rather lies back in bed, trying to fall asleep. Vlad Balaur, Count Dracula. What am I going to do with you, my husband? How to solve it ... she has no idea. Fortunately, the fatigue of the past day takes its toll, and after a while Agatha Balaur falls asleep with the thought of her husband's naked body ...

-TBC-

Isn´t it too much and too soon? Agatha realising that there is either a deep desire to be with him that way or a strange imagination that might have been implanted into her mind a long time ago…and what about Dracula? I am trying to keep him in character but it´s hard to do so…since he is head over heels in love with Agatha and changes rapidly…next 2 chapters are already written, I just have a hard time deciding which to put sooner to progress with the story the best way possible, thus it might take a few days for me to post another chapter…but hey, I am covid quarantined so I have a lot of time to do my best and write as much as possible