Hello my dear readers I guess, you all have been impatiently waiting for the following words and sentences that would a little bit explain what is going on. Agatha can´t help herself; and no one wonders why; she just wants the night to go on and not end even though the little ones occupy their bed. Taking Dracula's hand into her own and closing those catching oceans, she starts a mysterious sequence of events that takes the vampires to a dark deadly silent forest where only one word is repeated... - Run! - all around seems to whisper once the initial silence fades away...

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CHAPTER 28

Vampire Hunt

... 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 Agatha's 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 turn it into a reality that quickly ... - It would be better if you directly drank my blood or we tried it in reality, 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! -

-/-

Dracula recognizes the forest very well, knowing it by heart since he spent many hours here just wandering through it, mostly together with his kids, accompanied by the wolves. He visited it a few times in the night alone as well. Mostly when he needed to vent his head, get out all the frustration of his mind after a difficult business meeting, when it had been especially hard to keep his promise not to take a human life anymore. At those moments, his thoughts were not as joyful or carefree and the solitude, as always, was not welcomed. The relief came only when he returned home and hugged his beautiful, caring wife, who always knew how to make him feel better ... he walked many lands and remembers many of them being covered in evergreen trees. Lovely places to find an inner peace and horror like nooks that breathed with misery. Forests spread on his land were terrifying and many died there in a horrible agony. The soil was soaking with blood of his enemies but innocent people alas ... desperation ... that was omnipresent ... but here? His English lands are usually full of laughter and family idyllic, however now, in the middle of the night, it seems that he is here alone again and has to admit that never before, was the scenery so dark. Dracula cannot see any stars on the night sky as usually, as it seems the treetops are too high, successfully preventing any light peeking through their branches. Absolute absence of light, which is not troubling his sight luckily, but anyway giving him quite strange feeling ... usually he can see the stars, which he already introduced to his curious, fascinated children and tried to woo his wife with the stories from ancient Greece that accompanied each and every stellar array... no sound can be heard, no bloodstream is present ... it looks like all is dead or ... not alive ... he stands here alone tonight even though, a minute ago, he was lying in his large, comfortable, master bed, holding the hand of his sweet wife, occupied by their children and all she said to him was "run!".

- Agatha? - he tries to call her name, not understanding at all, what is going on. Honestly, he expected to be taken to the torture cellars of the Poenari castle, just like the last time, yet he ended in the forest surrounding their Manor. Nothing. Not a single hint of his beloved vampiress. Dracula frowns and calls her name this time louder: - Agatha?! - Countess Dracula is still not responding, however, the place is no longer so deadly silent and all around, trees and soil under his feet, seem to be coming alive to whisper:

- Run! - Count doesn't listen to the well-meant advice and remains at the spot stubbornly. Something is not alright. Looking around himself, he tries to look for any hints of his wife. Maybe sense her attractive fragrance, spot her perfect figure hiding behind some trees, catch the sound of her bloodstream. Nothing. In the upcoming moment though, Count's body is covered in goosebumps. Out of nothing, the entire pack of wolves runs in his direction and the highly confused Count at first thinks, that the tamed beasts inhabiting their lands, are set to kill him, running after him. His eyes widen in an utmost shock, nevertheless, the beautiful creatures run past him, howling ... in excitement ... obviously having a great time, enjoying the dark night to the fullest ...

- Run! - Count hears again, this time wisely listening to the advice. He joins his pack, led by Rolo, outrunning him quickly and replacing him at the position of the alpha male. Still, he wonders what all of this means and where his wife is. Suddenly, his musing is interrupted by an alarming change of the scenery. An arrow! A fucking arrow whistles in the air, missing his head just by an inch. Count's eyes widen in a horror...what´s fucking going on! All his brain cells seem to shout at him asking in panics, his legs even accelerating, speeding up remarkably.

- I told you to run, Vlad! - Agatha, finally, appears on the scene, giggling somewhere in the hidden distance. Count, however, cannot believe his own ears, at first thinking he is only hallucinating! His legs however react to the unexpected sound ...

- Agatha?! - he stops at the spot, turning swiftly around to face her. - What the hell are you doing?! - he asks in a startled voice, stepping forward to her direction with a confused frown.

- My love, it's my birthday, isn't it? - she chuckles, and lowering the crossbow, takes a few steps forward as well. - A little adventurous vampire hunt is something I have been wishing for since being a little girl. - Count's jaw drops in an awe sourcing out of several reasons:

The 1st one: his wife looks like Goddess! Tightly fitting leather leggings together with high boots accentuate her perfect calves and firm thighs, her legs looking so long, almost reaching heaven. Her torso is dressed only in a thin, airy blouse and he could swear, there's no bra underneath. Her breasts are supported by a wide half-corset, half-belt ... he cannot quite name it ... chestnut-coloured locks, that are usually falling freely on her shoulders (which he loves) are now fastened into a braid ... boy, this sight arouses him madly ...

The 2nd one: crazy roleplay?! Or at least it is not a killing hunt. He hopes so ... She has even a weapon! Real one! Real crossbow! Real arrows! And I am the prey! Shit!

- Isn't it a little bit too late for that? - the initial horrors are gradually disappearing; Count's self-esteem returns together with manners of a charming Count. Teasingly, he awards her with a smile. - You are a vampire, Agatha. -

- So are you! - another step forward is being made ... the vampiress licks her lower lip, her eyes darken as she adds: - And I cannot be the prey and the hunter at the same time, can I? -

- I guess. - Dracula's shoulders shrug, his intentions are clear. He wants to get her and fuck her right here and now. Agatha knows very well what thoughts caused that mischievous grin; thus, she prepares her weapon again, pointing it directly at her husband.

- Run! - she says, enjoying every syllable of the meaningful word as well as ... the re-appearing shock in Dracula's eyes. Pointing her bow toward the ground, Countess Dracula places the arrow on the arrow rest, slowly pulling the bow's drawstring back toward her pretty face. - Run if you want to survive! - release comes, the arrow is shot and all the colour from Count´s face fades away. He has no choice basically and starts running again. So many questions and a hint of fear ... it's hard to keep on mind that this is certainly only an illusion and no danger awaits him ... but damn, his wife has a badass crossbow and shoots arrow after an arrow at him! The 2nd arrow misses him this time as well, and the next one too ... each hitting a tree closest to him... she is good ... too good ... trained ... Van Helsing ... she wants to play ... it´s only a game ... though such a real looking one ... both run, Agatha laughing when Dracula curses, almost stumbling on the uneven, everywhere protruding branches or overground roots. The poor vampire has to back and fill through the bumpy terrain, finally understanding how it feels to be on the other side.

- Darling, be careful. - Agatha mocks him, enjoying the atmosphere to the fullest, almost as she did when they met face to face all those years ago and she teased him with her blood ... - Do not fall ... or it will be your end. - she adds joyfully, grinning again, shooting another arrow. Dracula swears loudly as he almost falls and huffs when catching the otherwise heart-warming outburst of his wife's laughter

- You need to watch you steps too, honey. - secretly he hopes, he won't be the only one making a fool out of himself ... she will be reminding me of these embarrassments constantly ... - Something might come to your way and ... -

- Really? - she is too certain that nothing happens to her ... after all, it's her phantasy ... and Vlad ... my sweetheart would never ... never again ... Dracula's ego though doesn't want to lose ... if she can use her skills, I can use mine too!

- Hm... - he disagrees slightly ... it isn't funny if the game is only one-sided; thus, his favourite tactics of confusion is released to the space. Like a curtain, a heavy smog falls down, crawling through the branches of the trees ... Agatha's sight is obstructed for a while, but she is no longer a human and gets accustomed quickly, even though for a minute or two her tempo slows down. Nevertheless, she is happy that her husband plays the game ... she will surprise him, show him what all she can do, where her vampire capabilities reach ... following, an ear-tearing shriek echoes through the forest and a cloud of bats appear behind Agatha's back ... on her command, the dark swarm flies through the dusky place ... all directed at Dracula!

- What an improvement, Agatha! - those bats are really annoying, but damn, how well she commands them! And she was uncomfortable just seeing them, maybe slightly scared of them some 6 years ago ... since then, her abilities to command them improved remarkably, almost equalling his. - You have secretly trained! - Agatha just chuckles and shoots another arrow, though her intention is not to harm her beloved husband at all ... for him, the bats became more uncomfortable threat, as those disloyal servants of his are nibbling his ears, tangling into his hair, scratching his shirt and pants ... annoying! He starts swearing again, trying to get rid of them as soon as possible... they slow him down remarkably and he has to run! Agatha though has different explanation for her "superpowers" improvement:

- No. I became mother of your children, love. - joyful lilt can be recognized in her excited voice. - Carried them for 9 months under my heart. - hardest and most beautiful moments of her life at the same time ... - They made me stronger, my love. - Dracula is in an awe ... he noticed how she manifested her powers when she was pregnant, though thought they disappeared after the childbirth or decreased to the same level as before.

- Put down the bow and let's fuck here! Heavens, woman. - he groans, jumping unexpectedly on a tree trunk, out of her sight ... - You are ... perfect! -

- Scared? - Agatha stops, lowering the crossbow again, though focusing fully, seeing her husband's silhouette unclearly. - Hiding? -

- No. - swallowing empty, Dracula's mouth suddenly becomes dry ... I need to drink her! Thirsty! - But it's hard to run with such a hard cock, honey. -

- Is it? - the vampiress bites into her lower lip and has to agree, she is soaking wet in her own excitement ... feeling the arousing aroma of her husband very well. The crossbow is quickly placed on her back, being no more interesting ...

- Yes. - it takes only one quick, silent, almost unspotted jump and the vampiress lands on the same trunk as her stunning petrified husband. Momentarily, her body presses his even harder to the dark-brown bark of the pine, that starts to crumble, once Agatha's claws dig into it ...

- Hard, are you? - teasingly, her tongue wets his lips as she moves her hand to his enlarged crotch. Huge. She grins, satisfied ... if she hasn't struggled with balance on the thick branch, she would unzip his pants and ... Feeling the hard nipples through the thin fabric of Agatha's chemisette as well as the gentle, yet rough touch of his wife, Count Dracula emits a loud, deep growl, which scares all the bats, that fly away, no more troubling him ... wolves start to howl madly, sensing the arousal of their masters ...

- Enough of the hunt, my Countess. - Count huffs, groaning from the growing frustration and excitement at the same time ... - You got me, now I get you. - and encircling her waist tightly with one arm, Count Dracula clings his wife to himself and jumps off the tree with her. She squeaks in surprise, though starts laughing in the same moment. Once they hit the ground again, flying through the air at least 10 meters, Dracula takes his wife into his strong arms properly and kissing her passionately, starts running and jumping through the air, moving in inhuman speed. She doesn't know where is he taking her, but she doesn't mind it at all. Their intentions are the same after all ...

-/-

The stable doors open wide once Count Dracula kicks them. The couple steps inside, or at least Dracula that has his arms full of Countess of Wallachia who kisses him in one moment and in the next one giggles girlishly when her husband whispers something dirty into her ear.

- Finally carrying you in my arms through the door. This gives me a feeling of newlyweds. - this musing surprises Agatha. Ever since waking up into the New Millennium, her husband became quite a romantic. ... Or it was well hidden somewhere deep inside of him and he just needed a bit of change, a piece of real love ... my dear ...

- Who are wed for almost 130 years? -

- Well, truth is, I carried you several times even before, - he smiles at her, stealing one little kiss from her lips. - surely, carried you in my arms after you became Mrs. Balaur officially, but you have never been fully conscious. - Agatha rolls her eyes in an amusement and strokes his sweet cheek with a cute dimple. - And occasionally carrying you with the twins already growing inside your perfect body, but that wasn't the same. - even though it has its own magic sparkle as well ... but having her just for himself ... hmmm ... - Now, my love, the outfit of yours suits you perfectly. Sex-appeal took its final form and I adore it ... what a shame it is, I will need to tear it up. - he would definitely like to see her in it again ... I can buy her such clothes anytime ... or ask my tailor ...

- You don't, ... - though Agatha only manages to yelp in another surprise, tightening the embrace around his neck. Count Dracula no longer proudly walks through the spacious stall, that could host more than only two horses and making one long jump, both land on the deck full of hay. There, in the middle, on the giant mound of dry grass from the surrounding meadows, a spacious red blanket lies, prepared just for the two of them ...

- It's not as luxurious as our bedroom, but better than the cold ground of the forest. What do you say, my love? -

- That I can´t wait to be yours again? Exactly here and now. - the setting itself, dim light of a few lightbulbs enlightening only the space underneath them, the fragrance of the hay, only multiply the lust and arousal she feels. Such an answer satisfies the ancient vampire and once he lays his wife down, taking one last look at her perfect figure, he prepares himself to rid her out of those heavenly fitting clothes, accentuating each and every detail of her body: long, firm legs, slender waist, slim arms that can reach to heaven, breasts perfectly fitting into his hands ... Agatha can see very well how much he admires her, taking in every detail, placing it into his spacious memory...

- You know, Vlad, - Agatha's tone of the voice is so loving as she takes one of his hands and places it directly over her heart, - you can just undress me slowly ... I can wear this anytime you would like me to... - licking her lower lip unconsciously, she frees first two buttons of her thin blouse. - Vlad? - he stares at her absentmindedly, completely frozen, his jaw dropped, mouth ajar ... moving her palm, over his hand resting on her breast, brings him partially back to the reality. Count swallows empty...

- It's almost always me, ridding you of the clothes, Agatha... - he explains his "hesitation". - Can you...ehm...slowly, undress yourself? - strange request...or at least, he thinks so.

- Slowly? - she purrs back tenderly. Oooh, that's an un-pretended, un-hidden tease! And the way, she looks at him. Adoring. Amused. Aroused.

- Ehmm. - Dracula nods, lost at words. Something so unusual and rare. Agatha follows his wishes and slowly, one by one unbuttons her blouse with fingers of one hand, meanwhile the second one holds his, pushing it lower copying the path of the parting blouse. Dracula would forget to breathe, if his lungs still functioned, that's certain and can be read from his stunned face. Like hypnotized, he follows the delicate hands of his wife, unfastening the wide belt, slowly unzipping the leather pants, revealing creamy panties. Gulping, he finally (as if little bit shy), lowers himself and feeling Agatha's skin under his fingertips, kisses those tasty lips of hers. Both close eyes for a moment, enjoying the gentleness and sanctity of this moment, probably the first time in such an extent. Wildness is gone from their movements and even though they are hungry for each other, they do not hurry but savour each and every touch, kiss or moan. Blouse and belt are tossed somewhere into the everywhere present hay and Agatha's leather pants and high boots, as the result of mutual cooperation of Balaurs´ hands, follow shortly afterwards. The battle of tongues and dominance doesn't start this time, Dracula's lips are not leaving those soft cushions of his wife, his kisses are attentive and gentle. How he loves when Agatha plays with his hair on his nape with her long fingers or when she brushes some escaping strands behind his ears. Dracula really appreciates when she starts unbuttoning his shirt as well, taking care of his shoulders, which she gently massages. He loves when she spoils him, he craves for her affectionate touch, he yearns for the love she is giving him in so many ways... Descending from his shoulders, Agatha strips him from the trousers, boxers alike, and scratches teasingly his perfect buttocks.

- Now, come home, Vlad. - she whispers to his ear as she pecks the sensitive skin on his temples. - Come to me. - the instructions are clear. Cannot be misinterpreted. Dracula rejoices even more. After those angsty moments in the forest, where he had to fight for his undead existence, for those monstrous minutes when he faced the solitude again ... it's more than welcome to be invited inside, back not only to the arms of his sweet wife.

- As you command, my dear Countess. - he doesn't need to be told twice and thus; he eagerly returns to his forever home ...

-/-

- How come, we are here, my love? - Dracula asks once the lazy kiss is broken and he again, can look directly into Agatha's ocean blue eyes. - Are you drinking my blood? - this seems to be the most reasonable explanation currently. The vampiress, however, shakes her head in negative and lifting herself up on her elbows, she picks a hay stalk form the raven-black, tousled hair of her husband, paying excessive attention to it.

- Touch, my dear. - she answers finally and wanders with her fingers from the black nest to his temples, caressing them gently. - Remember, the twins sleep in the bed too. How could I drink your blood then? Hm? - Dracula's confusion though only grows, he furrows, his eyebrow almost creating a single line on his high forehead.

- Then how do you do it? - it's almost 7 years since they are together, yet never before has she used something similar on him. Kissing Dracula on the top of the once broken nose, Agatha chuckles, nevertheless answers.

- The power of a thought, suggestions, darling. -

- Like back then, in Carcassonne? - that cheerful chanting of the crowd is one of his most favourite, pre-twins, memories. - What about Aurora and Alex? Won´t they... ehm... - see us? He doesn't even finish the sentence. It's quite late to wonder now. Nonetheless, Count almost blushes, feeling the possible guilt. This is not for their innocent eyes ... not for any eyes, apart his and Agatha's. The vampiress raises her eyebrows, quite offended. How could he think, that she would risk causing an emotional damage to their children?

- No, honey. - again, she shakes her head in negative. - Then I manipulated those minds in a different way. The crowd said what I wanted them to without leaving a memory behind or a realisation that something has changed. Their will was not theirs, but mine. - and shortly after she felt guilty, that she had violated their freedom, though one look at her beloved changed her mind once again. His happiness. That was rewarding enough. - Now, we are sharing our subconsciousness. Your thoughts are mine and mine are yours. I am not manipulating your sexy mind, just creating an illusion where you play along and ... - she looks around herself ... - you can participate the same way. It's different from the illusion one can create while drinking blood from the other one. - it seems logical, he knows what happens once he enters the bloodstream of someone. Now, he even understands it from the scientific point of view...Count moves his hand from Agatha's bare back to her hair, gently brushing a few escaping strands behind her ear.

- Have you done this before? - he would get probably mad if another living being shared this special experience, moments with her ... apart from their children but those would tell him immediately everything. Agatha, seeing the distress in Dracula's chocolate eyes, gives him swiftly a negative answer.

- No. - the hopeless situation after they returned from the opera made her wonder if a closer contact and the powerful connection of their "cursed" souls could bring them to a suggested reality. - But I knew I can do it with you, Vlad. My dear husband, we are connected on so many levels that nothing could be impossible, right? - Dracula's smile widens remarkably, his heart feels an immerse relief. He would want to know more but now, Agatha doesn't have quite a satisfying answer, only hypothetical speculations. It's her first time as well and he knows, kept her reminding all the time about the special connection they share, which makes them one, united for eternity. She wasn't always keen to listen, often trying to prove him wrong, at least at the beginning, but luckily accepted it at last.

- Satisfied? -

- More than that, my love. - Dracula nods, hugging her tighter...basically squeezing her. - It's perfect. Being with you. Anywhere, in any form, in each reality, in any way. -

- Now, where were we? - she pecks him playfully, caressing his neck. Dracula bursts into a heart-warming, honest laughter and Agatha gladly joins him.

- Exactly here. - he whispers eventually and kisses her passionately again. For a few moments the stall is full of sounds of kissing. Loud. Hot. Passionate. Mrs. Balaur breaks one of them and sooner than Mr. Balaur manages to asks what happened, she kisses his cheek, descending gradually lower. His jaw and chin are rewarded next, her hands massaging his shoulders. Stunned Dracula holds his breath for a while. His wife is beastly hungry (for him) and he hopes to know what will happen next.

- Oh yes, - he hisses loudly as she pecks his Adam's apple, brushing it with her fangs. Will she bite him? He wonders in an excitement and is not disappointed when the woman of his dreams omits the biting this time and smudges his shoulder instead. Her hands start to play with those perfectly built biceps, though swiftly moving to the nicely shaped muscles of Dracula's ribcage.

- Love that. Furry chest of yours, Vlad. - responding to the gentle circular shapes which Agatha draws with her fingers, Dracula just groans satisfied, the feeling of Agatha's breasts touching his skin, sliding up and down his chest only intensify his repeated arousal. Hard nipples pleasantly sinking into his skin, sweet wetness between her legs, wetting his thighs as she moves on him. Dracula spreads one leg to accommodate her better, wanting to feel more of her. His hard cock escaping the trap of his own legs, presses relentlessly against her body. Agatha moans, panting; Dracula growls, huffs, his eyes open and close...eventually, he cannot take it any longer. He averts his eyes, looking at the wooden beams above his head and a moment later at the deck platform full of hay and dry grass around. Sweet pain and torture come when Agatha's rough tongue licks his lower abdomen. Dracula raises his upper part of the body, supporting himself on his elbows to see better, to watch his wife, her excellent ministrations ...he is lost at words, his body weakened already by all that lust and passion they share. Pre-cum is already glistening on the head of his fully erected manhood.

- Agatha. - he prays towards her as the woman in his lap looks up, giving him a well-telling glance. Lustful. Hungry. Dangerous. Her blue oceans darkened, the storm inside those beautiful irises is raging wildly. So astonishing. So powerful. So sexy. Countess Dracula knows very well what an effect these irresistible glances have on her Count. She can see it, read it from his face, feel it from the unnoticeable tremble of his firm body. - You will be my undoing. - Agatha touches his cock again and gives him one last deadly-arousing stare ...

- That's exactly my goal. - she whispers, licking the head of his manhood like a lollipop, squeezing it at first gently, then adding more pressure ...

- Countess of Wickedness... - Dracula gasps, his jaw dropped, his eyes wide from pure awe. - are...you. -

- Hmmm. - purring, she moves the hand along the impressive length from top to its base and vice versa in rhythmical, increasing tempo ... torture is multiplied once she takes him between her soft lips and starts sucking ... teasing the overly sensitive skin with her sharp fangs ... ooouch ... Dracula can only think, biting into his own tongue, wishing her to continue but as well to have her clit in between his teeth instead ... woo-hoo ... he smirks ... she almost bites ... one hand holds his cock; second one massages the muscular thigh...long nails scratch it ... creating a shallow cut ... marking him as hers ... blood immediately escapes the vessels and Dracula's excitement only grows. He collapses on his back again, taking his face into palms ... groaning, moaning, hissing ... Agatha enjoys herself. The sounds her husband makes create a perfect symphony for her ears ... and his taste ... the only fluid apart from the blood that keeps her alive ... her sweet, one delicatesse only she can enjoy. The peak comes unexpectedly, but gradually. She can sense when he is near the explosion, oh yes, she has learned his reactions and the language of that perfect body. At first, he suddenly stiffens, becomes rigid...just for a second...then relaxation before the grand finale replaces the momentarily tension ... his typical empty swallow follows and his useless breathing changes ... she knows his mind directs his still heart to jump out of his sexy, furry chest and since it cannot follow this order, his mind at least plays similar game ... eventually rhythmical spasms convulse his cock pumping the entire load of his arousal and excitement to the freedom and ... either the cradle of life of his beloved wife or her ... mouth ... just like now! Count clenches the rough cloth underneath him, clutching his hands painfully, almost tearing the sheath with his claws. His body wants to move, ascend to the Heaven and descend to the Hell at the same time. With Agatha, he would go anywhere. His wife, his better half, his soulmate, the mother of his children, queen of his heart and body. He explodes, his juices filling Agatha's mouth to the fullest, even floating down her neck ... such explosion would suffocate her if she was alive, now she can simply swallow and enjoy it to the fullest. The sensation of his surprisingly hot juices filling her completely, travelling through her body ... Dracula growls like a beast, such powerful his orgasm is. The horses in the enclosures below the hay deck that serves as their love-bed are erjing in a fear. The sound of terrified stomping echoes together with the loud cry of the Vampire Lord. Agatha closes her eyes and swaying on her knees in alike arousal swallows the last drop of Dracula's seed. She is done as well, although a smile forms on her lips, creating cute dimples in those cheeks. Already soaking wet herself, she slowly crawls back to Dracula and collapses on his alike panting body. The exhaustion is only momentarily, because Dracula wants her more ... his cock is pulsating anew and this time, wants to release its load in the cradle of the life. Swiftly, almost unnoticed, Dracula turns her around and Agatha yelps in a surprise. Their positions exchange. Count tops his Countess and this time, without a foreplay, thrusts inside. Now her eyes almost pop out of the eye holes. So much she widens them and loses all her ability to think when his mouth covers hers in a forceful kiss of dominance. Agatha moans, sighs in pleasure, repeating Dracula's name over and over again. This time, the vampire lord rules the act. Clapping sound of their bodies connecting and parting can be heard. Soft cries, lustful pain, relieving pressure ... so good, so right, so beautiful. Neighing in the background can be still heard, horses haven't calmed yet and the vampire duo continues growling, moaning, yelping ... what's more, the first rain drops start drumming on the uninsulated roof. Initially, the sound is almost inaudible though it graduates swiftly. Storm doesn't rage only in the hay but outside the stall as well. The raindrops are cascading on the shingles in increasing tempo and force; however, nothing can drown the sound of Draculas´ love-making.

-/-

Victorious night, indeed. Full of unexpected turns from its very beginning in the Opera house up until its end in the hay deck. So many beautiful and adventurous moments that they enjoyed together tonight, will remain in the minds of the Dracula couple for ever. Agatha smiles fondly, playing in her mind each and every moment of this special night, meanwhile, her fingers absentmindedly comb Dracula's hair. Every now and then, she lowers her gaze from the ceiling and looks at his calm, sleeping figure, lying on her chest. Agatha's chin almost touches his temple and that allows her placing little kisses on his face from time to time. The legendary vampire was lulled by the monotonous rhythm of the rain storm outside and Agatha's reassuring presence alike. Laying on her, enjoying the warmth of her hands on his chest, he just listened to the combination of her sweet voice and droplets drumming against the shingle roof. Complete peace, the exhaustion from two nights without a sleep and definitely more than satisfying Grand Finale took its toll. Agatha on the other hand is not that tempted to close her eyes and surrender to the need of rest. She wants to enjoy the silent moments and calming presence of her husband that lies in her arms completely devoted to her. Love changed him, changed them both. Love to each other, love to their children. A miracle. Agatha brushes Dracula's raven-black hair again, kissing him on the temples. Night slowly fades away; another day is dawning.

- It's time to return back, my love. - she whispers, though doesn't receive any response. Nevertheless, in a blink of an eye, Agatha lies in her large master bed, surrounded by her lovely twins, still holding Dracula's hand. Pulling him gently, she starts quite a subconscious reaction of his, which he developed in recent years and a moment later, she, together with Alexander cuddled to her closely, find themselves in Count's arms. Once Agatha snuggles Aurora closer to her and places Dracula's hand on the tiny shoulder as well, the satisfied mother, wife, Countess, closes her eyes and lulled by the heartbeats of her children, eventually follows them to the realm of the most beautiful dreams.

- TBC -

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