Hello again, my dear Dragatha addicts A week ago, I visited the largest castle (although ruins) in Central Europe, the Spiš Castle and it filled me with so many Dracula impressions and vibes. Everywhere I looked, I could imagine Count Dracula as a ruler of those beautiful lands and majestic buildings. One place especially caught my attention and inspired me, giving me a crazy idea. I hope that you will like this chapter as well.

It´s a stormy night and Agatha in the flame of passion proposes a crazy idea to her husband who at first doesn't believe his own ears and hesitates. Agreeing though brings him to an unusual position ...

WARNING: a lot of adult content, I guess

CHAPTER 24

Thunder

With the following thrust, Agatha averts her eyes from Count's faces, tilting her head backwards. She sighs in surprise, gasping for the air, she no longer needs. Dracula has reached such depth as never before and now, absentmindedly, staring at the ceiling, Agatha can see the stars at the evening sky. Kissing her slender neck, occasionally brushing it with teeth and pumping into her in accelerating tempo. Count grunts, enjoying Agatha's moans to the fullest.

- Bite me. - he can hear clearly her direct order and a plead in one.

- Agatha, this is better. - as to prove his point, he thrusts harder, making her eyes open even wider, her body benching under him and as a reward he hears his name pronounced with excitement over and over again. Now his approach changes, and his movements and acts are more tender and gentler. Kiss here, kiss there, loving stroke of her slim waist. Agatha, on the verge of another orgasm, moves her right hand to Count's hair and lowering it closer to her lips, whispers in his ear:

- Bite me, Vlad, or I will tear you apart. - she is not jesting, as it seems. Immediately, the aroused vampiress runs her clawed, sharp nails down his back, leaving shallow wounds behind ... the iron fragrance of blood reaches their noses fast and now Count Dracula is the one to gasp when he growls in pleasure.

- Honey, I don't think it's a good idea. - he swallows empty, looking into Agatha's blue eyes, that are decided already. How hard it is to resist ... almost as much as I am when looking at this woman. - It's too tempting and I don't want to hurt you. -

- Count Dracula of Wallachia, bite me or stop your movements. -

- Agatha. - weaknesses are already taking control of him and the older vampire is slowly surrendering to his lusts ... Countess resists her urge to moan again and looks directly into his eyes again.

- Please. - purring is the tactics she chooses momentarily and when the Count closes his eyes, still trying to resist, she simply pushes his head to her neck. Dracula's lips land on the soft, velvet skin of his wife. - Vlad, my love, bite me. Now. Take me to your castle. - that's enough. No more restraints, no more doubts ...

- Our. - Count is defeated and does as he is told. His will to resist vanishes, he cannot hold it anymore, thus, perforating the delicate skin, Dracula immerses his sharp fangs into Agatha's neck. The vampiress emits a pleasant moan, Count trembles from arousal. Closing his eyes as well, thrusting into her once again, they enter his long-forgotten master bedroom. Rich tapestries decorate the cold walls, thick carpets cover the stone floor, a large high four-poster bed attracts the sight of both immediately. Here they stand, in the middle of his Transylvanian chambers, scarcely dressed, almost naked. Count takes his Countess, who starts to giggle happily, hungrily into his strong arms and carries her directly to the bed.

- Welcome to our castle, my love. - a sign of sincere joy, that shortly changes into teasing subtone can be heard. - Aren't you a little bit wicked, Countess? - Dracula ask, laying her on her back, crawling immediately at the top of her. Agatha, caressing his cheeks, just rolls her eyes in amusement.

- Vlad, I know that you miss feeding directly from the source and I can be the best source of blood for you, can´t I? Occasionally at least? You won´t harm me or turn me again ... so ... - he cannot believe his own ears. Now married, almost for 127 years, fine, almost for 4 years, he got used to the Agatha's way of feeding and wouldn't think she could come with such a proposition. - And it's a pleasant ecstasy. -

- Is it? - grinning Count slowly rolls up her chemise, stroking her thighs.

- Hm. - she nods, enjoying his caresses and gentle touches. - You should know best, my dear husband. You were all over yourself when I bit you. - now only biting into her lower lip, she moves her fingers to his neck, brushing it tenderly.

- Yeah. - that is one of his most cherished memories, immortalized by the two little scars on his neck.

- Now my dear husband, fuck me. - his jaw drops. Agatha is rarely vulgar, almost never ... just in the state of highest pleasure and it looks that he is lucky today.

- As you command, love. Prepare for sore thighs. - ...

-/-

- AGATHA! - Dracula suddenly exclaims her name when the scenery starts changing. No longer are they cuddling on the bed, surrounded by tapestries, instead the walls are bare, covered only by swords and shields of his worst enemies. He is lying on an uncomfortable, wooden X-shaped bench.

- Yes, darling? - the guilty one, dressed surprisingly in a long, crimson-red, velvet, hooded cape whispers innocently and fastens the iron belts on suddenly speechless Dracula's forearms. Shocked Count is following Agatha's steps only with his widening eyes. His confusion grows and at this very moment, he cannot say if he should be scared.

- What's going on? - he asks with a hint of worries in his voice. Immediately, the crimson red lips of Countess Dracula are beautified by a wide smile.

- Haven't you figured out already, Lord of the Darkness? - the named one swallows empty once the second belt is fastened and he cannot move his hands, neither his already cuffed legs. His wife unconsciously bites her lower lip and approaching him closer again, caresses the slightly tanned cheek of her husband, covered in partial stubble. - You tell me. - Count's eyes almost pop out of his head. He seems to understand the current situation, at least the change of scenery ...

- You are sucking my blood! - he wants to raise the upper part of his nicely shaped body, though the shackles stop him at once. - Heavens, woman. How did you do it? -

- No idea. - Agatha places her hands on Counts chest covered in dark curls and pushes him to the wooden bench again. Torture cellar. That's the place where her dirty mind took them from the comfortable bedchambers. - You tell me. - so many questions, yet no relevant answers. Count Dracula is helpless, when Agatha leans over him and kisses his forehead softly.

- Sharing all your memories, Vlad, being one body with you, I just missed the taste of your blood. -

- Goodness, you are changing into a proper vampire. - Count's giggle is short one, Agatha just raises her eyebrow and sweetly adds.

- The problem is, love, I yearn only for your blood. In these moments, - her lips move down his face, this time leaving a quick peck on his cheekbone, - when you are on top of arousal and bring me there with you as well. - another heavy groan escapes Count's mouth. Hardening again, his cock is erected again, prepared to be part of Agatha's body anew. This fact doesn't escape Agatha's attention, so the vampiress only smiles, kissing the hungry lips fleetly. - Little bit of patience wouldn't do you harm, my dear. -

- Agatha, you torture me! - he whispers, again swallowing, when her lips tickle his neck this time. Agatha only laughs against his skin, her eyes darken as she reaches his Adam´s apple, that she teases with her teeth.

- That's why we are here. - with these words, she moves on the top and readjusting the velvet cape on her shoulders, sits down on his abdomen, placing her palms on his chest again. - Surrounded by the devices of the justice. -

- Justice? What do I need it for? - his eyebrows furrow, though the irises spark when noticing the hungry look in Agatha's eyes. How beautiful it would be, if she stopped playing a game and just rode me instead ...

- You? I need it! - now he is confused even more and honestly, slightly afraid of the further, more detailed explanation that will certainly follow. - You brought me to the verge of the madness, teasing me with your guilty lips, skilful tongue and giant cock. - a huge stone falls from his undead heart. This complaining and remorse are not about his past deeds. - I couldn't touch you! Such weakness you evoked in my limbs. I could hardly move them! - now, she leans down, her breasts touching his chest, the cape partially covering his shoulders as well. - Now it's time for my revenge. - it's a teasing whisper, that should have sounded threatening and basically, it does though doesn't fool the already heavily breathing Count. Finally, he feels a sort of relief. How many times did he fantasise about similar things ... being caged ... by her ... now his dreams are slowly becoming true, however, they never felt so pleasantly excruciating.

- My queen, should I beg you for mercy? - he grins widely now, however that grin subsides when he tries to automatically hug her tightly, forgetting the shackles and fails miserably. Frustrating. Those feelings are more than visible, making Agatha grin victoriously.

- You certainly will. - her laughter fills the cold cellar walls, that are only lit by several old torches.

- Oh, love! - trying to get rid of the iron is useless now. - My holy warrior, punisher of the evil. Punish me. - that's a word to the battle he cannot win this time. Agatha, full of flame and passion, throws herself lustfully at him, kindling the same passion in his already aroused body. each muscle of his body tries to free itself, though Agatha doesn't pay attention to the wishes of his flesh. She saw his fantasies and shares many of them ... this one, slightly changed, the most. Caged. Her man wants to be her prisoner of love to the extremes and what a better place to use for it as this very cellar of medieval inquisition?

- That's what I intend to do. - again, she raises from him and starts kissing his body anew. Slowly, not omitting a single place. Nibling on his skin, meanwhile rhythmically swaying on his abdomen, brings this time him to the borders of madness. She is already moist, he is rock-hard ... his manhood hurts from such pressure, almost exploding. Both moan, Dracula's breathing is more laboured with each kiss Agatha places on his upper abdomen. Feeling numb weakness, the legendary warlord cannot stare at his skilled wife anymore and thus closes his eyes for a moment. Agatha, already feeling how much prepared she is to take his penis inside of her, rather decides to climb down from him to prolong the excitingly within a reach of his arms.

- Come here, Agatha! - he calls her, biting his lower lip and once more time tries to break the chains. Surprisingly, it doesn't work. It's her mind! - Climb back on me! Don't leave me like this? -

- Like this? - pretending misunderstanding, she lowers and kisses the place on his chest where his heart resides. Dracula nods and hisses in pain.

- Aching for you, my dear. - his face really gives the impression of despair, which gives Agatha an unusual feeling of superiority. So good ... such a sweet face it can be ...

- Aching. - she repeats his words provocatively and leans again over his body to kiss him anew, this time gently biting his nipple.

- T-tremendously. - Another gasp can be heard, attempt to free himself follows and Agatha knows, she needs to distract him more ... battle of lips takes his attention to the correct direction and Agatha again kisses Dracula's jawline, descending to the chin and throat that keeps whispering her name.

- That's it, good boy. - his chest is being spoiled farther. Agatha's hand massage his firm muscles, meanwhile her tongue draws wet traces across that perfection. Count feels almost like a blissed man, though the chains still irritate him, prevent him from touches ... passing the bellybutton with slower, wet kisses, Count's distraction is gone and he raise his head again. The jaw of the legendary warlord drops in an awe. Agatha is almost there. So close to her goal, though her mind is still hesitating a bit. Count Dracula holds his breath and if his heart was still beating, it would thunder now. Small peck lands on his lower abdomen., his cock already brushes Agatha's neck, her nails tracing down his thighs.

- Agatha, you don't have to ... - he hardly whispers, staring as hypnotised at her, despite his words, wishing she would continue.

- Hush, my dear. - she silences him, taking his cock inside her mouth. Momentarily, Count averts his eyes, tilting his head back and emits a pleasured moan, that fills the entire room. He would like to grab something to hold on, though all he can do is to clench his hand into fists. Sharp nails are almost penetrating his own palms when Agatha begins to suck and tease the overly sensitive skin, stretched almost to the maximum, encircling her smaller, soft hands around its length. The moist environment of her mouth feels so good and the tip of her tongue only intensifies the wellness of the act itself.

- Don't bite it off! - he gasps, when Agatha's fangs start to tantalize it with careful twinging, provoking a huge wave of ecstasy in his still heart. This is how her clit must feel in similar moments when I am the one sucking...

- I have no intention to break my favourite toy, Count. - she giggles, withdrawing his cock from her mouth softly. The whispered words cool down the tip of his member, that Agatha kisses and licks at the same time as the first goosebumps start covering his entire body.

- T- t-that is-s ... - he blows out, pulling his cuffed arms one more time ... failing once again to break the chains. - reassuring ... Agatha! ... ouch! ... -

- You can be so dramatical. - she knows the bite mark, she made by perforating his inner thigh couldn't hurt her legendary warlord. - Theatrical ... - she whispers again with dark eyes and looks at her husband, that is flouncing more and more. - Vlad, I plead you guilty for stealing my heart and sanity. - he certainly did that ...

- And you are punishing me accordingly, my love. - her sharp nails dig into his skin anew, however do not tear it this time, only provoke another loud groan, that only intensifies, when the Countess takes Count's manhood into her mouth again and begins to suck more frantically. Count's head feels dizzy and heavier than ever before and he knows that it cannot be caused by the actual blood loss, because Agatha, in the outside world, is supplying him with her own. The tremble returns, this time to both bodies ... the tortured and the torturer are shaking from excitement, both chests raising in laboured breaths ...

- A-AGATHA ... I´AM D-DONE! - he yells, his body jumps a bit on the cold wooden bench, his cock slides deeper into Agatha's mouth, almost choking her ...

- Uhmm. - she furrows, though accustoms to the situation quickly and pushes his lower body back to the torture equipment she plans to use from time to time with all her strength. To prevent him from moving further, she climbs again at top of him, wetting him by her excitement. Another groan escapes Dracula's mouth and this time he loses all of his self-control ... and ... ejaculates. Warm cum fills Agatha's mouth and throat in a robust explosion. Countess´s back benches over, her body shakes, her hands grip his hips to prevent her fall. With full mouth, she swallows and withdraws the length from her mouth, quickly positioning it to her entrance.

- You will be my death, Agatha. -

- Oh darling, you are immortal ... no worries. - she smiles, wiping a few drops of his semen from her chin, before she straddles him, taking his cock inside of her again ... so slowly ... a centimetre by centimetre ... impatient Count grunts. His desires are obvious. He wants to take control now, fuck her, hold her at least, however, he is still helpless just like at the beginning when he realised where the hell, they are ...

- Woman! - beastly growl follows, though is silenced by a hot kiss.

- I want you to scream my name. Loudly. - Agatha whispers to his lips and moves faster, pulling to the front instantly.

- I want... - he shakes again ... orgasm after orgasm ... how he hates it ... how he loves it ... how ... could ... I ... have ... ever ... existed ... without ... her? - AGATHAAAA! - her wishes are fulfilled.Being inside of her deprives Dracula of most of his strength though the robust lust and need to hold her wakes up the beast inside of him. Agatha's gentle caresses of his cheeks and arms soothe him and irritate at the same time, her soft lips appease his soul, nevertheless tear it into thousand pieces ... the warmth of her breasts ignites a strong flame in his lower abdomen once more freezes his chest, that is melting down almost immediately. So many emotions, so many sensations ... Agatha comes first and her orgasms starts his at the same time. Thunderous roar escapes Count's lips in the following second shaking not only them but the walls of the entire castle as well. Stretching his arms again, pulling them in despair this time works. The chains are broken, his arms are free and shortly after hold Agatha's fine body. the remnants of the chains caress her back together with the long fingers that can´t get enough of her skin. Being under her command is nothing new or unusual for Dracula, but the inability to touch her, be able to reach for her was killing him.

- Oh, my love. - he finally can tilt his head properly to her ear and whisper softly, yet completely exhausted. - How dark your mind can be. - Dracula caresses her cold shoulders, moving his hands to Agatha's hair, unfastening it from the band. Immediately the chestnut locks fall on his body.

- Just corrupted by the lust you evoke in me, husband. - giggling, Agatha slows down the tempo of her movements and bites into her lower lip. - Dark only in the safety of our dreams, never in the reality. -

- Pity. -

- Is it? -

- Well ... no. - he enjoys every hint of her vampiric nature, each spark of her super-powers and feels so proud, when she uses it, but he loves her human-like personality and the way it affects his entire life. Marriage. Parenthood. - I am glad, I am the chosen one to experience your second face. -

- You are. - their lips merge once again; the movements intensify and soon they reach the countless peak of this night. All the chains and shackles break, the cellar is filled just with laboured moans and echoes of strong thunders raging outside. It´s time to return. Both know that. Their time outside the reality is limited. After all, their lives do not belong just to themselves anymore. Opening the eyes again, Balaurs find themselves in a large, massive bed. The storm is raging outside as well, several thunders accompany the lightning crossing the sky in irregular intervals. Dracula, being on the top and inside of Agatha all the time, disconnects his mouth from Agatha's neck and quickly cleans the remaining blood droplets with his wet tongue. Agatha's eyelids open as well and she stops sucking Dracula's blood immediately.

- You did magic with me, Agatha. - he chuckles, looking at her lovingly. - Chaining me even if I was the one to constrain you. -

- You have a thing or two to learn from me, my Vlad. -

- I am sure, I do. - a chaste peck land on Agatha's collar bone again. - Much more than that. - Count wants to cuddle now as it seems, though Agatha ...

- Honey, we should dress. - stops him immediately, lifting his chin to her face anew.

- Why? - he furrows in confusion ... now he wants to be the one to drink her juices. Given the situation though ...

- Because of the storm outside. - not persuading excuse in his ears. Just like in the castle, the thunders add spice to the atmosphere of love making.

- So? -

- I am quite certain we won't be the only ones to wake up here in the morning. - this didn't occur to his mind. Aurora and Alexander. Both are too young as not to be scared by the storm.

- Hmm. - Dracula sighs, though a tender smile appears on his face. - What a change, my dear. A moment ago, you were the Queen of the Darkness, now you are the Sun in the Darkness of the Storm. - she is perfect! - I love how much you love our babies and are showing it constantly to the entire world. -

- So, are we agreed on the pyjamas? -

- Yes. - Dracula nods. It's been a long time since they slept naked. Half a year maybe. Ever since the children learned to open the door and wander through the empty corridor directly to their master bedroom. - Though I preferred the crimson red, velvet cape you wore in the cellar. -

- And I your bare body, my sexy Count. -

- You know, I don't need that much to be aroused by you. - Agatha nods. She has really that effect on him and up to this day, she wonders how is it possible that such a man can be so attracted by ... a regular looking woman like I am.

- Gonna fetch their favourite one for you. - she rather slides from underneath him and leaves the bed abruptly. Another passionate outburst cannot be risked.

- The wolf one again? - his favourite one basically too ... selected by his little ones as a Christmas gift three months ago and ever since then requested to be worn quite often. The look of happiness on the little faces is though more than rewarding and worthy of wearing a shirt with a giant, fluffy wolf head placed over his heart.

- That one. - a few moments later, both vampires are properly dressed and the moment from the torture cellar seem to be long distanced. Nevertheless, Count Dracula can hold his Countess in his arms, burrowing his face to her hair, caress her long arms. whisper words of praise and love directly to her ears ... despite of the blizzard outside, both Balaurs find their rest quite easily ...

- TBC -

... Torture chambers can you imagine Count Dracula being chained just for your use? Heavens ... anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading it and did not feel uncomfortable I am eager to read your response already ...

P.S.: This chapter already should have been longer, the second part of it is almost finished and will feature our little Balaurs as well Heavy storm is not something they enjoy after all ...