Hello my dear friends another chapter is here ... happy little vampire moments as well as a passion outburst between their parents can be expected ...

Agatha has birthday and her beloved ones want to make this day special for her. Working hard on each and every detail effortfully, they surprise her pleasantly... unforgettable evening awaits her.

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CHAPTER 27

Happy Birthday

It's important day for the entire Balaur family. In the eyes of the little ones, almost the most important one ... only 2 other days in the year have higher priorities, thus this specific date takes the well-deserved 3rd place in the short list of the memorable anniversaries. First place is given to the birthday of Alexander and Aurora, then the kids placed Christmas on the second pedestal and the third one is given to the birthday of their mommy. Not only Dracula, that has more reasons to look forward to the moments of Agatha's return from the work, but their lovely offspring too is thrilled to this afternoon little celebration. All three non-jubilants have joined their minds and created a special gift for doctor Balaur.

- Alexander, do I hear your jumping on our bed again? Don't you have a trampoline in the garden? Hm? - Dracula peaks out of the spacious walking closet of the master bedroom and finds exactly what he thought to. Guilty little, nevertheless for his age tall boy, gifts his father with a lovely smile and immediately stops, sitting on the bed innocently.

- Just making sure no monsters hide underneath, and if so, made sure to cast them out. - exactly like Count Dracula, his son and daughter alike, never seem to lack quite a reasonable excuse. Now, on the example of his kids, Dracula finally starts to understand Agatha's occasional frustration with his never absent arguments when she dislikes something. - I want mommy to have the best and calmest dreams when she has birthday, pappa. -

- I am taking care of that each and every night, my dear son. - definitely making sure that she falls asleep in the fullest satisfaction possible, with a beaming smile on her slightly swollen exhausted lips.

- You are jumping on the bed as well, pappa? - Alexander chuckles, though Dracula rolls his eyes and quickly moving to the bed takes his son into the arms. Tickle battle starts immediately and the initial yelp of amused surprise is quickly exchanged with a heart-warming laughter. This draws attention of the little princess as well, who follows the previous steps of her father and not-that eagerly, though curiously leaves the royal dressing chambers and joins the playful duo.

- Boys. - Aurora, already dressed in a vanilla coloured, fancy, princess-style dress, just sighs (though amused as well), positioning her palms on her hips in a scolding posture, reminding the male half of the household of Agatha even more. - We still haven't finished mommy's present. - the jesting stops at once and both "boys" stop tickling each other

- Correct. - Dracula can behave like a child, being playful even more when his little two are around - My apologies, darling. - guilty father looks at his son, who still seems not taking the situation as seriously as Aurora would want to and thus nudges him friendly to get the correct response out of him.

- Mine too. - Alexander adds as well and in the following moment, is being put on the ground again. Aurora, satisfied, gestures them with her hand to follow her back to the walking closet. Here, on the marble countertops of Agatha's dressing table, several opened velvet boxes lie, on the ground a large photo-album with a pile of photos aside, on the sofa two handmade paper-wishes on which the twins worked for several days.

- Alex and I will finish the album, meanwhile you, pappa, - directive tone in the voice of the little Balaur lady cannot be missed and if the situation wasn't so serious, of such a high importance, Dracula would chuckle entertained. Instead, Count Dracula finishes in a humble tone.

- I will take care of the jewellery, I know. - and so, they focus again on the main task: make mommy as much happy as only possible. Time flies again and all three work in unison, sharing the memories accompanied with the sweet family moments captured on the photographic paper. Holidays, vacation time and even every day moments of the recent days, each reminding each one how happy and grateful they are and should be. Once Count finishes his part of work, he joins his sources of joy and love, helping them to glue last pieces of their memories into the album, finally wrapping it too...all is prepared for the upcoming evening ... almost all...

-/-

- Look, Aurora, what I found! - the little boy exclaims in pure excitement when he touches the black velvet fabric of Dracula's cape. - Pappa's magic cloak! -

- Really! - Aurora immediately leaves the hand-made paper wish on the dressing table and hurries to her brother.

- Yes! - Alexander nods eagerly, pointing at the legendary piece of clothing. - Help me take it down from the hanger, will you? - pleading look is unnecessary. The little princess wants to see its magic as much as her brother and plans to try it as well.

- Alright. - she agrees and reaches her hands for the cape, once Alexander, with all his strength lifts her up a bit. It's a difficult task, as the hangers are hanged quite high, though with combined efforts, the younger Balaur duo succeeds and in the next moment, Alexander holds the precious piece of clothing with an exquisite brooch, meanwhile Aurora keeps rummaging through the closet. Alexander quickly dresses into the cloak, probably expecting a magic happen, maybe allowing him to turn into a bat or fly, lift objects with his mind ... nothing like this happens and immediately, his mother's words, that he is too young come to his mind, followed by the promise of his father that one day, he will teach him all.

- Mommy has a magic cape too, Alex! - the younger twin discovers the wine-red cloak, Dracula purchased for Agatha after their little torture cellar adventure. - Help me get it as well, please. I want to wear one too. - a moment later, Auroras vanilla princess dress is hidden partially under the cape.

- Now, we are Count and Countess Dracula. -

- Of Transylvania. - proud tone of their voices is well noticeable, the more when their title themselves as well: - King and Queen there, the rulers! - they parade proudly through the closet, to the master bedroom and further down the corridors of their Manor, their palace, imagining that they wander through the stone walls of the Poenari castle.

- Darlings, come to the kitchen. Snack is ready! - Dracula calls them from downstair suddenly. At first both freeze at the spot, looking at each other, musing if they should return to the closet first and undress the capes again or just follow the orders of their pappa dressed majestically. They decide quickly.

- We are coming, pappa! - both answer at the same time and carefully as not to step on the long capes, descend the staircase. Surprisingly, their tummies are hungry... in few moments, they enter the kitchen, finding their father standing by the fridge with two plates ready.

- Look, what we found. - they announce once they step inside.

- We are you and mommy now. Great, isn't it? - Aurora comes closer and takes her plate.

- Will I get my own as well? - Alexander asks, reaching for his sandwich as well, carefully pulling the black cape behind.

- I want a red one. - Aurora looks at her startled father with a pleading look as well. - Are you all right, pappa? - the little princess furrows, noticing the strange expression on her pappa´s face.

- Do you mind that we borrowed your magic cloaks without asking first? Are you angry? - this family follows certain rules and asking before taking is one of them ... the little ones seem to forget this one particularly, today. Uneasiness appears on the little faces. Dracula doesn't want to scold, not at all. He is certainly the more spoiling parent, though his heart and mind are a bit nostalgic (not depicting surprisingly all the opportunities when these two particular cloaks were used and worn by him and Agatha), but rather touched by the noble appearance of his children. In another times, they could be rulers as well. He would definitely make sure to conquer countries and kingdoms for them, leaving them a nation to lead, even if Agatha probably wouldn't have approved, nevertheless the innocent, still partly fairy-tale dreams of kings and queens, own kingdoms of his no longer babies would be fulfilled and the Dracula dynasty would be so strong and powerful as it had been a custom for centuries...

- You just look marvellous and so very noble, my little vampire angels. - relief fills the little hearts and smiles beautify the faces of the Balaur twins anew.

- Exactly like you and mommy. - Alexander breathes out in relief and Aurora adds:

- Big vampire angels. - leaving the plates behind, both children run back to their father hugging him with all the strength, squeezing his middle, giggling joyfully. What a joy it is to have such a loving family around, so perfect children proud of their heritage and famous roots, even if not knowing the entire (partially unnecessary) truth so far. No longer Devil ... not in Agatha's, even not in my own eyes and certainly not in the opinion of my most important living beings ... although not quite an angel ... those are the two of them ... and my darling Agatha.

- Now, finish your meal, mommy is here in no time. - caressing the soft, black hair of his children, Dracula motivates them to finish the snack he prepared quickly ... mommy is coming home and they have a surprise for her. They need to be ready!

-/-

Her three beloveds surprised her truly. Of course, she knew that they will prepare something for her, especially Vlad would not forget her birthday or any other anniversaries (he became quite a perfect example of a family man), some quite bizarre ones too, which are celebrated only in the privacy of their bedroom, however, she hasn't expected such a big celebration at all. Never before was the family room decorated in a party style for her, mostly only for the little ones ... and the best is, that all the yellow crowns, flags with handwritten happy birthday and funny bats, not quite proportion-correct wolves were made by her children under the supervision of their father ... when they managed to work on it is still a mystery to her ... she works only three days a week and they have pre-school to attend ... well, she is moved, deeply touched. Aurora and Alexander, of course, their father as well have been singing happy birthday song first in English, now in her mother tongue Dutch as well for past 2 minutes and they really improved from the last year. All of them are dressed in festive dresses, smiling widely, holding birthday gifts wrapped in a decorative paper. In the middle of the room, on the wooden coffee table, a birthday cake with a lit candle rest, some cookies that seemed to be baked by her children too, as well as a children and adult bottle of champagne together with 5 crystal glasses. Perfect celebration event.

- Happy birthday, mommy! - Aurora and Alexander wish her once they stop singing and hurry to her still pleasantly shocked figure standing in the doors.

- My darlings. - she hugs them in return and kneels down to their level, so they can kiss her on the cheek and hand her the boxes with hand made paper wishes secured by the big ribbons. - This all is for me? -

- Yes, mommy. - Alexander answers for both, meanwhile Aurora adds more details.

- We have chosen it all alone for you and wrapped it with pappa. - Agatha smiles and takes a look at the birthday wishes first, opening them happily.

- And made the cards in class. -

- Beautiful. - she reads the wish written definitely by their hands. What a progress they made since the beginning of the school year 6 weeks ago. - You are both so skilful, my babies. - praise widens the smiles and makes the cheeks of the little ones blush.

- Now, open the boxes, mommy. - Aurora encourages her further, eagerly awaiting Agatha's reaction. Curiosity raises on each and every face in the room. Dracula, still standing a bit aside as well cannot wait for the reaction of his wife...thus, Agatha follows the instruction and with help of both children, unwraps the paper, finding a jewellery box and then a second one with similar chest. At first, she looks at her husband, gazing at her with so many expectations, then at her children who look at her in exactly the same way. Knowing Dracula's taste, she knows that whatever is inside must have been expensive even if chosen by their children, who inherited the fine taste from their father. She rather opens the boxes one by one and finds ... a beautiful golden medallion with a decent-sized sapphire in the middle and in the second box, oval earrings in the same style.

- I liked the colour of the stones, mommy. - Aurora explains her choice and points at the medallion. - The colour of your eyes. -

- And our eyes as well. - Alexander adds. - You can even open the medallion, mommy. Look what's inside. - following the instructions and with a little help of the little ones, she opens the medallion at last. Tears eventually find their way to her eyes.

- Pappa photographed us. - two cute, little, smiley faces with vivid sparkle in the blue eyes cheer at her from the photographic paper and immediate distance as well. Lovely. Heart-warming. The reality and the pictures, where she can recognize the background scenery of their villa in Carcassonne alike.

- Now, you can take a look at us whenever you wear it. - the little princess wiggles and asks the most important question: - Do you like it, mommy? -

- Like it? - Agatha repeats the last words and averting her eyes from the medallion, looks at her children. - I love it, darlings. Such a wonderful present! - both clasp their hands in a satisfaction and turn to their father.

- Pappa, now it's your turn. - Dracula nods and stepping closer, congratulates his wife, kissing her softly and eventually, hands her his gift. This time without the need of an encouragement, she starts unwrapping the paper just to find a photo album. By the look at the gift, she suspected that it would contain another set of jewellery, however, she is not disappointed by the outcome, quite the contrary. The times of great grandeur of Dracula's old aristocratic times are gone and she has no need (and use) for massive necklaces, tiaras or earrings. Gift such as this one is much more personal and warms the still heart much more.

- We all worked together and glued each and every photo, mommy. - now both sit next to her and help her to flip the pages, describing what they did...

- Pappa printed the photos and helped us cut out all the pictures. -

- See? There are all the entrance tickets and photos of the places we have visited this year so far! - quite many. Agatha promised Dracula that they will travel Europe together and with the kids...it's even funnier ...

- And we left a few empty pages so we can add more photos. -

- And there are two extra tickets for you, honey. - Dracula finally joins the conversation too. His little ones eagerly explained the story of his, their gift in fact instead of him, so at least, he points at this little detail which Agatha so far missed. The vampiress quickly lists through the pages, eventually finding a cream-coloured envelope, which she immediately opens and takes out two tickets.

- Musical? Phantom of the Opera? - it's been a year since they together visited a cultural event for adults, thus she very much likes the idea of visiting another one, the more if it is such a popular one. Nevertheless, once she reads all the information on the tickets, she raises her eyebrows in confusion.

- Vlad, there must be a mistake. -

- Why? - certainly, he checked the tickets before paying for them and all was correct then. Agatha rather points at the possible misunderstanding.

- It's today. In 2 hours, precisely... - and they are in the middle of a birthday party. They cannot possibly leave. She didn't even blow the candle, Aurora and Alexander did not taste the cake, they obviously yearn for ... - We just cannot leave kids with ... only wolves ...? -

- Wolfies would be cool! So much fun! - Alexander seems to like the idea very much, Aurora rather clarifies the non-existing mistake, once again overtaking her father.

- Auntie Lizzie will come, mommy. -

- Really? - that would explain the 5th glass and champagne bottle. - Is she coming? - that wouldn't be the first time, her best friend volunteered to take care of the twins for an evening or few hours. - She didn't mention a thing to me. - they basically parted an hour ago in Carfax ... now, thinking about it again, she did not get any present from her, not that she would expect one or judge their friendship on this little detail, but her friend always gave her a book or a perfume ...

- It's a surprise, mommy. -

- So? - the head of the Family gets finally back to the word and asks the most important question. - Will you accompany me tonight, my love? -

- Of course. - she nods, though looks at the little ones immediately. - You don't mind the shorter party, do you? - they are so nicely dressed and she knows very well how, especially, Aurora enjoy such pompous occasions.

- We can wait for aunt Lizzie, then you will blow the candles and we will eat the cake. - Alexander has his priorities set, as well as Aurora:

- And I will help you pick the clothes. - she already has some favourites ... - Then you can go together with pappa. - Dracula just smiles, satisfied with the outcome and eagerness on all sides.

- It seems, that we have a plan, Agatha. - indeed, all seems to be perfect, everyone is looking forward to the upcoming event ...

-/-

The giant chandeliers are off, the entire hall is immersed into the comfortable darkness. Only the stage is lit, full of life and passion. The Phantom of the Opera. The spectacular musical, which returned after several years into the London Royal Opera House. A blessing, in the eyes of Count Dracula at least. Since he woke up from his really long sleep at the bottom of the ocean, accompanied by his wife, he saw many magnificent opera plays or catching ballet performances but never did he saw musical. Even if always being a man of culture and great taste, in his previous life, he rarely visited similar events ... and if, always alone, with the purpose to kill afterwards ... the change should have come after his resettlement to England together with his newly found wife and ... it took 123 years and a few months for this wish to come true. Agatha has fine taste as well, enjoys music and not only when her children sing and entertain her with funny dances. What a better gift, apart from the jewellery, to give to her on her birthday. Dracula smiles affectionately, no longer looking at the catching scene playing on the stage, but rather lovingly staring at his wife, whose attention is fully focused on the singers. My beauty.

- Isn't it strange how much this story resembles that one of us? - he whispers suddenly, filling the private, dark lodge, occupied only by the two of them, with sound, no longer sitting motionless, but rather moving closer to Agatha on the small two-seater love-seat, encircling her slim waist with one arm. The attention of the younger vampire is disturbed. Once she looks in confusion at Dracula, his smile even widens.

- How on Earth did you come to this conclusion? - Agatha doesn't understand what similarities he might see, apart from the expensive looking cape that the protagonist of Phantom wears. Dracula shrugs his shoulders and simply explains.

- My love, you have always been obsessed with me, just like the young lady is with the phantom. - Agatha raises her eyebrows, quickly glancing at the stage, as not to miss that many details of the catching performance.

- That poor girl believes the phantom is sent by her deceased father basically to guide her and teach her all about music which they both loved. Nothing to do with my obsession as you have called it. - there was an undeniable fascination, both-sided eventually, that brough the vampire and then a nun towards each other and somehow transformed into love, though the musical story has a completely different path and totally dissimilar end. - She wishes her father would return to her and guide her, I wanted to kill you and rid the world of your dangerous existence, honey. - her voice remains sweet, she even pecks his cheek, luckily not spotting any hint of sadness in those chocolate brown eyes. - What similarities do you see one more time? - Dracula moves even his second hand on Agatha's body, this time caressing her thigh and purses his lips.

- Fine. No that many. - he agrees, but his mood doesn't decline in sadness. After all he has read the book that became a template for this musical before he bought the tickets and knows what will happen in advance. Just like Agatha, who doesn't mind the touches and kisses even though they might be inappropriate in such a place. - Apart from the fascination and the danger which the mysterious, dark phantom in a fancy cape, madly in love can bring. - gentle caress of Agatha's thigh follows, the hand of the whispering attractiveness reaching too close to the cradle of life. - Replace the word phantom with a sexy, vampire Count Dracula and you have me, my dear. - whisper changes into seductive murmuring and the lips no longer produce a sound but cling to Agatha's sensitive skin of her lovely neck.

- Vlad, we are in Opera House. - her tone of voice doesn't sound angry and that only encourages Dracula's mind. Agatha swallows empty, trying hard to supress any aroused sighs, when Dracula parts her legs, teasingly touching her centre through the many layers of the clothes fabric.

- It's been ages, my love. - Count already forgets the play, that resonates as a distant noise in his mind and focuses only on one task.

- Since what? - it's not hard to guess, his deeds are more than hinting...

- Since we made love the last time. -

- You call 15 hours ages? - Agatha giggles, however, in the next moment, once he moves his palm on her breast, the vampiress has to bite into her lip ... her body pulses, all the heat exploding inside of her. She needs a moment in order to continue talking. - What a strange thing, given you walk this Earth for more than 5 centuries. -

- Hm. - without a doubt, I am sensing a victory. She will be mine. Here and now. - Eternity, love. Being one with you is the 2nd best thing ever. - once the twins were born, Count's priorities changed as well and love for his children and wife won over everything else. Though it's not time to muse about the little ones now. Currently, it's only him and Agatha here together with the burning lust inside of him, which makes him abruptly leave his seat. Falling on his knees, in the blink of an eye, Count lifts the skirt of Agatha's dress and spreading her legs apart, hides his head under it, letting it fall back on his shoulders.

- Vlad! - Agatha comes to her senses partially, yelping in such a sudden shock. - You cannot! We cannot! We are not alone ... - it's late, however. Countess loses her undergarments quickly and instead of the soft fabric of her panties, feels the warm lips of her husband.

- Hush, darling. - Dracula whispers against her centre and strokes her bare inner thighs. Goosebumps start to cover Agatha's body and once Dracula sticks his naughty tongue into her pussy, she moans in pleasure. Heat is accumulating in her body with every stroke and kiss, the face of her hungry husband slowly being soaked in her juices. Dracula's excitement grows as the music mixes with Agatha's groans, his arousal almost painful. His cock wants to return to its sweet, warm and soaking home, nevertheless, his tongue is not finished yet, his lips want to kiss every inch of her, his teeth want to tease her clit to the fringe of madness. So, he sucks the pleasantly hurting clitoris so vigorously, that Agatha's hands have to find their way to his raven-dark hair, lifting the skirt quickly, looking for the dark strands that she pulls in the rhythm of his masterful deeds. She desperately wants him to stop, she desperately wants him to never end his ministrations. Torn in two she pushes and pulls his head, clutches his neck and massages it in encouragement as well. One hand reaches down his shoulder, the second one pulls his face closer to her entrance. She is on the brim ...

- Sing my angel of music ... - both can hear in the distance the strong voice of phantom of the Opera. - Sing my angel. - he repeats in the voice of Count Dracula, who gets what he wanted to and repeats phantoms calling. - Sing my angel. Sing for me. - His angel starts to sing, calling his name over and over again as she orgasms against his face. Agatha's suppressed sighs, which turn into an aroused cry (luckily the music around is loud enough to cover it ... )create a beautiful symphony for his ears. Much better than any music composed before ... her body shakes so erratically, outperforming any dance steps he learned in his long life. Touches of his wife, her fingers tangled in his hair create a perfect scenery that no stage could conquer to. Dracula's thirst only grows. He drinks, swallowing quickly, kissing each and every drop of Agatha's juices until she is clean again. The woman he loves collapses from excitement, thus the satisfied Count leaves the warmth of her lap and sitting back next to her, lifts her easily, moving her to his lap.

- You foolish man. - Agatha chuckles once she snuggles her face into Dracula's neck and embraces his torso. Overly satisfied Count just grins, again fully perceiving the music just like his wife.

- Who made you scream his name in the hall full of people. - that's a priceless victory...

- Yes. My silly Vlad. - Countess Dracula smiles softly, still very well feeling Dracula's impressive erection under her bum. - Uncultured vampire, who instead of enjoying the musical performance on stage wants to sate his feral needs ... and still satisfies mostly only those of his wife. - confusion pops on Dracula's face at first as he is not sure if this is a praise or taunting. His uncertainty, however, disappears quickly, because Countess of Wallachia moves her hand to his crotch, slowly unzipping his pants. - It's time for you to sing, my love. - she teases him and partially lifting her skirt, positions his cock to her entrance, torturingly slowly taking his length inside. Both sigh and moan when finally becoming one ... relief fills them. Both close their eyes for a moment, Agatha leans her body completely on her husband and hugging him around the neck, she clings to him completely. Their moves are slow, gentle and affectionate. Their minds are not miles away and stay in the Royal Opera House. Music combines with their moans of pleasure, each tone of the composition corresponding to the force of thrust. They are ...

... Past the point of no return, no backward glances

Our games of make-believe are at an end

Past all thought of "if" or "when", no use resisting

Abandon thought and let the dream descend.

What raging fire shall flood the soul?

What rich desire unlocks its door?

What sweet seduction lies before us?

Past the point of no return, the final threshold

What warm unspoken secrets will we learn

Beyond the point of no return?

You have brought me

To that moment when words run dry

To that moment when speech disappears

Into silence

I have come here

Hardly knowing the reason why

In my mind I've already imagined

Our bodies entwining defenceless and silent

Now I am here with you, no second thoughts

I've decided

Past the point of no return, no going back now

Our passion-play has now, at last, begun

Past all thought of right or wrong, one final question

How long should we two wait, before we're one?

When will the blood begin to race?

The sleeping bud burst into bloom?

When will the flames, at last, consume us?

Past the point of no return, the final threshold

The bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn

We've passed the point of no return

Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime

Lead me, save me from my solitude

Say you want me with you here, beside you

Anywhere you go, let me go too ...

- Agatha! - he whispers her name, which sounds like a prayer on Dracula's lips, ejaculating inside of her at last. The vampiressˈ body just shakes in response. Her head heavy in clouds of passion, her hands stroking her husband's nape of neck. Collapsing into his arms, wetting him even more than before, her lips touch those of his and softly murmur his name in return.

- Vlad. - the named one strokes the slightly bent spine of his wife and breathes out.

- What a singer you are. - teasingly, Dracula kisses his wife, who only rolls her eyes and chuckles. Teasingly, she slaps his chest and kisses the tip of his nose.

- We missed quite a lot of the actual performance. - Dracula honestly doesn't mind. Not at all. The excitement his wife brought him was worthier. The music in the background and the pompous surroundings just completed the sensual scenery of this unique act.

- Do you regret it? -

- No. - she giggles in return and lifting herself a bit, zips Dracula's pants again. - We can watch the movie version in TV. - not leaving his lap completely, she reaches for her panties, grateful that he didn't tear them apart as usually. - And behave now, until the end so we can see at least the finale. -

- Ours was surely better, my angel. - self-praising Count Dracula is correct and Countess has no doubts.

- Yes. - not a hint of sarcasms can be spotted in her answer, which pleases Dracula even more. All dressed finally, they remain in comfortable seating arrangements, not changing the position and in silence, occasionally interrupted by a sound of kiss or spicy comment, watch till the end ... this night after all doesn't end and still being young, can bring many other passionate outburst ...

-/-

Sneaking through the empty corridors of the spacious Balaur Manor, the two vampires behave like a pair of drunk teenagers. Moving quite slowly, every third or fourth step resting on the spot just to pull the other one into a playful embrace or a fervent kiss, giggling and whispering horny sentences ... acting out of the character ... or just like their inner "self" is telling them? Quite spontaneously and naturally? Fine. This is them. Nothing out of ordinary, although most of the time they have to put themselves on a leash of a noble behaviour, typical of adulthood and their role of responsible parents.

- Oh, Agatha... - Dracula pulls his wife into an embracement anew, making her almost squeak. - Tonight, I will bring you to the Poenari horny jail. Imprison you there and ... -

- Nope, darling. - she giggles in response and kisses him senselessly, leaving him speechless and shortly after, whispers against his lips. - You will end up in handcuffs for your obscene behaviour in the Royal Opera House. - biting him gently into his lower lip, rewards her with a silent gulp and excited sigh. - You already played me ... Now ... You will be my toy, Count Dracula. - her voice darkness, which excites him to the level of madness. Irises of Count Dracula widen, flames of desire reflect in them. - Begging, sighing, screaming, yearning ... - what a pleasant image their phantasies create, what adventurous memories it brings back to their minds ... both are looking so much for the upcoming moments.

- My aroused vampire hunter ... - and the older vampire is aroused just alike, maybe even more, already removing Agatha's dress from her body ... at least in his mind.

- Hmmm. - there's no sense in pretending that his words are not true ... - My sexy prey. - now an idea of role play hunt in the dark forest belonging to their Manor crawls into Agatha's mind ... maybe one day ... but not today...

- I want you right here, woman. - enough talks as it seems ... Dracula's horniness reaches its top probably, he holds Agatha strongly in his arms and pushes her hard on the walls ...

- Vlad! - she squeaks, though without a tone of a protest, rather alarm ... - Kids room is next-door. We can't! - from an immediate distance, Dracula stares into Agatha's blue irises, trying to suppress his lusts what seems to be impossible now ... - Few more meters, love and we are in our chambers ... - she caresses his soft cheek and kisses softly his lips, feeling already the bulge in his pants, that is trying to escape, tear the expensive fabric and return back to its home, back to her body ... closing his eyes, Count Dracula sighs ...

- This is how you will feel in the torture cellar ... -

- I am desperate already... - he huffs, his body shaking from overwhelming excitement. - Hurry. -

- Silently, love ... at least until we reach our bedroom. - Dracula nods and (quite against his own will), releases Agatha, who takes his hand and quickly, though silently almost as if hoovering over the wooden floors, leads him past the kids' room to their chambers. Seeing the door, Dracula's joy again multiplies, he relaxes ... so close ... Door is opened wide, both want to jump to the bed, however ... a surprise awaits them ... well ... 2 ... No ... 3. Dracula almost bumps into his wife, when she stops at the door at first not understanding what's going on ... before he though manages to ask what happened, his senses catch 2 calm heartbeats ... in fact three ... the owner of the third one wakes up immediately and raises its giant head.

- Luna?! - Count Dracula cannot believe his eyes ... there, on his large bed, his kids sleep peacefully (not that he minds that ... a bit, yes ... because that means, he cannot tear his and Agatha's clothes just now and make love to his wife ...), but directly in the middle, the white she-wolf who became a comfortable pillow for little Aurora.

- Oh. - Agatha's reaction is even poorer. The she-wolf jumps from the bed, looking at Dracula apologetically, leaving the room shortly after. This starts a cascade of events. Aurora, losing her fluffy pillow starts stirring in her sleep and wakes up suddenly. She blinks a few times to adjust to the darkness. Both adults hold their breaths, though Aurora spots them.

- Mommy? - her sleepy voice brings both vampires back to reality. Agatha nods and steps closer to the bed.

- Yes, darling. - she quickly kneels down beside her daughter that already raises her upper part of the body, supporting herself on the elbows.

- We came to warm up your bed. - she explains her and Alexander's presence in the room and smiling softly, hugs Agatha around the neck. - So only the most beautiful dreams would visit you tonight. -

- How thoughtful of you two. - even though her plans seem to be endangered, she has to smile softly. Her kids always surprise her. She would never tell, that there are so many ways of showing or saying I love you ...

- Hm. - she snuggles even closer to her. How good it is to have mommy back at home and cuddle to her. - Can we stay, mommy? - it is impossible to refuse and not only because of the emotional look of Aurora's ocean blue eyes...not even Dracula, whose plans were completely different just a moment ago, could say no. He sighs silently, however Agatha returns the soft gaze and smile, nodding.

- Of course. - sexy adventures might be postponed ... or? - Mommy will take a quick shower and be right back with you, honey. Alright? - sleepy Aurora shakes her head in approval and untangling her short arms from Agatha's neck, lies back to the bed and huffing satisfied, closes her eyes. Momentarily, Agatha turns around and gifts her husband with a quick glance. The man standing in between the doors stares back, confused look on his face more than visible. Lightning-fast, Agatha approaches her husband and grabs him by the hand and with great strength, pulls him to the bathroom. Water is turned on in an instant, clothes are torn off and shed to the heated floors, the vampires hurry to the luxurious shower ... they need to be quick and silent ... both conditions seem to be unfulfillable... but they have to work it out ...

-/-

Instantly, after Agathe lies down, both children cling to her like she was a magnet. Snuggled to her, they leave no space for Dracula, who just lies on his side, looking at the lovely picture in front of him. At least, he sated his needs to be with Agatha in the opera as well as in the shower, however he would like to have her cuddled to him too.

- Aren't they sweet, honey? - Countess caresses both little bent backs of her children, who decided to use her as a pillow again. Count's answers instantly, looking longingly at his wife, just sighing wishfully, that he would be the one cuddled to her.

- Yes, they are. - without a doubt ... cuddling them is one of the best things to do ... - If only they left some spot for me on you as well. -

- You already had your piece of cake. - kissing both heads, she gives him a playful smile ... or at least, he interprets the amused sparkle in her oceans as a hint of open provocation ... pursing his lips, Dracula lowers his voice to a charming tone and explains his point of view.

- And I am quite a hungry man, never having enough of that delicious taste of yours, Agatha. -

- I know. - she is constantly being reminded of that ... luckily ... - We though cannot just take them to their bedroom and leave them there. You have heard, Aurora. They want me to have the best dreams possible. -

- That's my task. - as to prove his point, Dracula raises his upper part of the body and leaning over Alexander, softly places kisses on her sweet, attractive and addictive lips. Once their lips part, he gives her a bit sad puppy eyes look, returning back to his place, lying on his side. Agatha just huffs and rolling her eyes, decides to realise the crazy idea, that occurred to her when they were sneaking to their room.

- Alright, give me your hand, Vlad. - this order earns her a confused look...

- My hand? - however, Count doesn't hesitate and does as he is told ... quite curious what will follow...

- Yes, honey. - she nods, biting her lower lip. This idea occurred to her in a heat of passion and honestly, she didn't think to realise it that quickly ... - It would be better if you directly drank my blood or we tried it in realty, but in this situation, it will have to be enough. - Dracula's smile momentarily widens, small dimples form in his cheeks. He is full of expectation from the unknown adventure, that is to come.

- I am yours to command. - How I love my clever wife. Always thinking of some solution. Agatha smirks amused, happy to hear these words that became truth a longer time ago. Dracula, even without instructions, closes his eyes and reassuringly clenches her hand.

- I have just one word for you, my love: - she lowers her voice, its tone hiding a promise of a deep ... dark mystery: - Run! -

- TBC -

I just love the movie Phantom of the Opera with Gerard Butler (as well as the original Musical from Andrew Lloyd Weber) and think that the Balaurs might enjoy it as well. I used a part of the song from the musical, that doesn't belong to me, but I find it fitting to the scene, so I hope I will be forgiven by the owner

I apologise for my dirty mind ... but those two just needed a smut scene ... in a public place ... with the danger of being discovered ...

I hope you enjoyed the moments with our cute Balaur babies. How thoughtful they are when it comes to their mommy and her well-being, happiness ...

We couldn't miss Luna I just love the she-wolf and her place in the family

... and ... the last scene ... well, I am planning to work on a little addition and post it either on tumblr or maybe as a short chapter here as well ... stay tuned and let me know your opinions, your feelings and impressions ...