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"So, tell me." Agatha leant back against the side of the boat, the wind off the water tossing her curls about.

"Tell you what?" Dracula prompted, as he topped up her glass, with the last of the blood in their decanter.

"Sir Richard…how did the two of you meet?"

"Ahh." Now Dracula almost looked bashful. Leaning in he grinned and brushed the hair out of her face. "I'm afraid the truth might shock you."

"You think anything you do could shock me?"

"Not me, Sir Richard." Dracula deadpanned, feigning innocence that had Agatha rolling her eyes at him.

"Let's just say that I've met some very interesting people in my trips through London's nightlife, and when you are tall, handsome and wealthy there are very few doors that don't open for you. Honestly even some doors you would prefer remained closed. It's positively shocking what some people get up to these days. I mean in my day, a nobleman might keep a dirty secret, or two, in his dungeons. He certainly didn't go around flaunting them in public, but now a days it seems to be all about openness."

Dracula scoffed, shaking his head at the naive children. There were so many genuine pleasures in the world, a good meal, a good book, good conversation and the love of a beautiful woman. His tastes had always been refined yet simplistic in nature.

"So, Sir Richard and his friends…" Agatha trailed off her nose wrinkling in genuine disgust. "You didn't…"

"I didn't what?"

"You know what?"

"No dearest I don't. What can cover a multitude of sins." Dracula teased, winking and knowing it would wind her up, and yet he wanted her to say it out loud. "Go on ask me…you know you want to. You know it is going to burrow away in your mind not knowing. I know you Agatha Van Helsing, your sin is your curiosity, you cannot stand not knowing all the secrets."

"You're going to make me say it aren't you?"

"I am yes."

Agatha wasn't sure, whether slapping that smug look off his face, or throwing him overboard, would be the right response to that taunting. In the end Dracula was right, she couldn't stand not knowing something. "Fine you win…"

Sighing Dracula closed his eyes, drinking in those words. "Oh, darling Agatha do say that again, I want to savour the moment."

"Keep this up and I am going to punch you again." Agatha warned him, yet if anything that seemed to make Dracula even happier.

"Oooh perhaps you would like to invite Sir Richard to watch."

"No…honestly no."

"Glad to hear it. Somethings should remain just between us." Dracula whispered, his fingertips curling about her wrist as he lifted it to his lips.

"Did you fuck him?" Agatha asked bluntly, and Dracula reacted like she really had punched him.

"No." Dracula managed to bark that out in between his burst of laughter. "You really do not pull your punches…"

"You goaded me into asking, best to just rip off the plaster."

"Yes, the plaster, the stiches, the whole damn bandage as well it seems." Dracula grinned, delighted that after all this time she could still surprise him.

"Fine so not sex, then what? Was it bondage, drugs, what?" Agatha demanded, her patience for his little game quickly abating.

Sighing Dracula decided just this once to take pity on her. "They call themselves The Hedonist Club…I know pathetically ostentatious of them." He added when Agatha scoffed. "They like to try out different things, swinging, bondage, drugs; anything to give their pathetic lives a little thrill. They invited me to join one of their little soirees, to check me out as a potential new member; of course, the evening turned out a little differently than they expected."

"Yes, I imagine it would have. Still they invited you back, so you must have done something right." Agatha replied, trying her best not to smile, and failing. "That still doesn't explain why you thought this would make a good date?"

"Well I did say we would go dancing, and I guess I am the sentimental type. I suppose I could have bought my own boat just for the occasion but well, it seemed a little excessive, even for me."

"I think I might have preferred that option." Agatha deadpanned, smoothing her hand down his shirt, fiddling slightly with the delicate buttons.

"Noted." Dracula nodded, before caving to the inevitable burden of polite society. "Now I suppose at least one of us, had better go make nice to our hosts. Are you sure you wouldn't like to join me?"

"Oh, I think you can have that delight all to yourself. The idea of snacking on hors d'oeuvres like Sir Richard turns my delicate stomach."

"Yes well, that I can understand. I will be as quick as I can…half an hour at the most."

"Gives a new definition to the phrase fast food." Agatha quipped, earning her a chaste kiss for her quick wit. A kiss that Agatha pulled Dracula back in to finish properly, her fingers holding on tightly to the lapels of his jacket, until she was ready to end it.

"Hmmm are you sure you are ok with me going? Because you say one thing and then you kiss me like that…"

"Just find somewhere to wash your mouth out afterwards. Unless of course you don't plan on kissing me for the rest of the evening."

"Yes Ma'am." If Dracula could have gotten away with saluting, he would have done. Instead he pressed a final kiss to her forehead. "Will you be alright here on your own?"

"I won't wilt away pining for the loss of your company." Agatha retorted, taking a sip from her glass and shooing him away.

Finally, alone…well apart from the increasingly drunken other party goers, Agatha decided to stretch her legs. Heading in the opposite direction to Dracula, she took the stairs up from the main sun deck, heading up the smaller viewing platform above the bridge. There was no music playing up here, no free bar either, but there was privacy…that unfortunately someone else had already taken advantage of. Agatha wrinkled her nose at the sounds of two mortals fucking.

"You know they have bedrooms for that sort of thing." Agatha called out, amusing herself at the sudden muffled sounds of human's panicking.

Turning around she was surprised to find not two people but three. Two who had been busy on one of the sun loungers, and another who had been sitting there watching…watching and crying.

"Hey arseholes scram." Agatha hissed at the two men, watching as they first tried to bluster but left after she glared. Agatha then turning her attention to the crying girl, her concern growing as she caught the faintest whiff of blood.

"Are you ok Miss?" Agatha asked, squashing down those very instincts of hers that locked onto that scent like a blood hound. "Did they hurt you?"

"Does breaking my heart count?" The crying girl asked, her long dark hair obscuring her face.

"I would say it counts." Agatha replied, and she fumbled in her clutch purse for a tissue. "Here." She thrust it in the crying girl's direction.

"Thanks." She took the tissue and wiped her face, revealing a pair of large blue eyes and a pretty face.

"So, do you want to talk about it?"

"What's there to say my boyfriend is an insensitive jerk." She added, blowing her nose rather inelegantly. "Or should I say ex-boyfriend."

"I'm not surprised if I caught my…well if I caught him cheating I would dump him too."

"I only wish it had worked out like that…at least then I might still have my dignity. The truth is it isn't cheating if you agreed to it, only I thought it was going to be with another girl. It's always been with another girl before. So, I changed my mind, and he got mad, and dumped me. He thinks just because he is some rich famous footballer, he can treat me like dirt, and I will put up with it."

Her eyebrows raising at that revelation, Agatha could only wonder what the hell had happened to today's young people. "Ok."

"Yeah I know, can I sound more pathetic? Sorry for unloading on you like that." Blue eyed girl managed a half smile, turning her from pretty to lovely in a few seconds. "I'm Janice."

"Agatha."

"Do you come to these types of parties often Agatha, only you seemed a little shocked."

"My first and last time." Agatha admitted taking a seat beside her. "It was my dates idea, he already knows it was a crappy one. You?"

"Too many times." Janice sighed, and she suddenly sounded older than Agatha. "But this is my last time, no matter what that jerk says, I am not taking him back. Maybe I should switch to dating girls instead?"

"That's the spirit. Come on, let's find you a bathroom and get you cleaned up properly."

"Only if you can find me a glass of whiskey on the way."

Smiling Agatha pulled Janice up from the chair, tucking the younger woman under her arm as they headed inside, shaking her head as she caught another faint scent of blood. It was nothing just an irritant, nothing she couldn't ignore. "Consider it as good as found."

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Ten minutes into the private salon party Dracula was regretting leaving Agatha on deck. Sure, there were some pretty little flesh bags walking around, their best assets on display, as they bowed and scraped, and sucked up to the club members. Yet the tang in the air was cheap, it irritated his delicate nose; the stench of power and corruption but lacking the refinement of true evil.

"Count won't your guest be joining us?" Sir Richard prompted.

"I'm afraid Agatha has particular tastes, this is not her…" Dracula paused, if he was honest this was to neither of their tastes.

Agatha because of her strong moral objection to feeding directly from humans, and Dracula, because he had some class. There was at least something noble about hunting your own food, or corrupting someone yourself, to get them to offer themselves to you. When Sir Richard had suggested throwing this gathering in his honour, Dracula had been flattered. He had invited Agatha because part of him still wanted to show off to her. Yet there was something decidedly cheap, about having old rich people offer up their necks, because they wanted the high that only you could give them. It felt like being used…and Dracula was not prepared to be on this side of that equation.

Still it was a free buffet, and there must be someone here worth a bite or two…

Circling the room, Dracula could feel everyone's eyes on him, oh they were trying to be subtle about it, but they were watching. He was just homing in on a rather lovely young man with an athletic build when he felt it…panic…blind panic…

Agatha…

"Excuse me." Dracula muttered his excuses, ignoring the mutterings of disappointment as he pushed his way from the room, following that feeling. He took a few wrong turns, he knew the direction, but this damn place was like a maze, until finally…there was a door and she was behind it.

Shoulder barging the door open Dracula was surprised by what he saw. Agatha was cowering in the corner of the cabin, her head in her hands, rocking backwards and forwards. Yet it was the smell that was unmistakable…blood…and not just any blood, but sweet and fresh and yes very nice indeed, a good vintage.

"Sweetheart…Agatha…what happened." Dracula hissed, doing his best to reign in his own impulses when he could see how badly she was struggling.

"She's in there." Agatha pointed to the closed bathroom door. "I didn't mean to…"

"Shush it is going to be alright, I can take care of this." Dracula insisted, walking towards the bathroom, expecting to see a bloody corpse or an almost dead girl on the floor. He didn't expect to find, a very much alive and well girl cowering in the bathtub, armed with toiletries that she proceeded to throw in his direction.

"You stay the fuck away from me!"

Holding his hands up Dracula backed away, pulling the door firmly shut and heading back into the main cabin where Agatha was still shaking.

"Darling please can you explain to me what is happening here? Honestly the way you are reacting I expected to find a corpse in there."

Lifting her head from her arms, Agatha had almost managed to regain control, then another whiff of blood came from the recently open bathroom, and she was struggling all over again. It was like every dark part of her was struggling for control, for release, and Agatha didn't dare let go, but she wanted to, she wanted to so badly.

"I was helping her clean up, we were in the bathroom, and she just…well you know sometimes girls share a bathroom…"

"No, I didn't, it seems I am getting quite the education this evening." Dracula teased, relieved when Agatha had enough of herself back to frown at him. "There's my girl."

"I am not your girl."

"Oh, Agatha." Dracula sighed stroking her face gently. "I think we both know that is not true…now continue, why is the pretty brunette so cross with you?"

"It's humiliating…I thought I could smell blood earlier, and then when we were in the bathroom I realised why…she had gotten her period and I…I lost control. I terrified her, that's why she was hiding."

"But you didn't hurt her?" Dracula clarified, not sure if he was relieved, or annoyed that Agatha hadn't just given into the blood lust.

"I almost did, I wanted to, isn't that enough?"

Laughing Dracula sank down to sit beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "No, it isn't. Oh, Agatha you really do amuse me. You are still such an innocent." Pressing a kiss to her forehead, then her cheek, then finally turning her face to his, he kissed her gently.

Leaning in Agatha lost herself in that kiss, it was something solid, something else she wanted that she could focus on instead of the smell of blood. She was disappointed when Dracula broke it and seemingly preferred to talk instead of kiss her again.

"So, tell me dearest. If your little friend in there hadn't been so repulsed by your true face, just what would you have done then hmmm?" Dracula asked, intrigued by the alternative scenario he might have walked in on, and the way Agatha was reacting right now.

His hand dropping to her thigh and stroked it gently. "Go on. Please do not spare the details."

"You are such a pervert." Agatha muttered into his shoulder, clenching her thighs together and trapping Dracula's hand between them.

"Why because I find the idea of you going down on another woman exciting. Tell me dearest did you get much practice of that at the convent?"

"You know damn well, abstinence of all vices was required."

"Hmm all vices." Dracula pressed his lips to her neck, as his fingernails raked lightly across the skin they could reach. "I have a hard time imaging you, forgoing all forms of release. Tell me did you lay there in that small little of cot of yours, imaging the mouths of your sisters on you? Did you picture that as you touched yourself?"

When Agatha remained stubbornly silent Dracula smiled. "What about after? In all those years since, was it your poor dead sisters you pictured, or was it someone else? Did you ever lay there so close to the edge you could taste it, just rocking so slick in your hand, did my face never pop into your mind?"

"Stop it."

"You know that would have sounded so much more convincing if you hadn't moaned it." Dracula whispered, before tracing the curve of her ear with his tongue. "I noticed you didn't deny it either. Well you don't have to imagine it any longer Agatha, I am right here, and I would be most happy to lend you any part of me you need."

Dracula flexed his fingers, causing Agatha to whimper as he traced the tip of one down the front of her knickers. "Or would you prefer…" He paused, laying the flat of his tongue along the slope of her neck before taking the lobe of her ear into his mouth and sucking it, flicking it gently with the tip of his tongue.

"Tell me…Agatha…just how much do you want me right now?"

"I…I want you." Agatha admitted, and she didn't need to have her eyes open to feel Dracula's triumph.

"Tell me how you want me…Tell me Agatha and I will do anything you want, no hesitation, no questions, no shame."

"Mouth." Agatha grunted out. "I want your mouth."

"Then my darling you shall have it." Dracula wasted not a moment, he scooped her up and within two strides was depositing Agatha on the nearest sofa. She was limp in his arms like a rag doll, and Dracula took great delight in assuring her comfort with a cushion behind her head, before he fell to his knees in front of her.

"Ahhh we will need to part these." Dracula teased as he pressed her thighs apart, rubbing his fingertips over the small strip of black fabric that kept him from his prize, he reached to remove it, only for Agatha's hand to grasp him tightly.

"They stay on." She growled, eyes fully blown red and fangs on display. "Boundaries remember."

"Agatha we are long past those boundaries now. I can see how much you want this. It would be much better with them off."

"Non-negotiable." Agatha insisted, and for a moment they held each other's gaze.

"Fine you win, they stay on." Dracula capitulated. Afterall by the time he was done with them, her underwear would barely be an issue.

"And intact." Agatha added, knowing just where his mind was going to, when he capitulated so quickly.

Frowning Dracula nodded again, ducking his head before Agatha could wheedle any other stipulations out of him. His mouth was pressed to her inner thigh, sucking on the sensitive skin there with vigour, enjoying the way Agatha bucked at the contact.

His poor darling, she had been deprived for so long Dracula wouldn't have been surprised if she came from the first pass of his tongue. Still a promise was a promise and she did smell most delightful. Indulging himself Dracula pressed his face into her crotch, breathing in the scent of her arousal, which was like a fine perfume. Rubbing his nose against the wet patch on her knickers, he slowly began to map out the lay of the land, picturing for himself what must lay beneath…in someway this was even more erotic.

Pressing the flat of his tongue against the silky fabric he dragged it up the length of her, catching the first taste of her, which was just as sweet as her scent suggested. He imagined dipping his tongue in between her wet folds and lapping up that sweetness for himself. Instead he rubbed his tongue back and forth where her entrance was, slowly soaking the fabric until it was sodden, both from his mouth and Agatha herself.

His hands reached up to press either side of her strip of underwear, rubbing the soft skin there and teasing her wider and wider apart, until Dracula could press down with his nose and tent the fabric down between her folds. It wasn't much, no way as deep as his tongue could go without her knickers as a barrier, but it was something. The wet fabric was moulding to her like a second skin now, and Dracula could suck both flesh and underwear into his mouth, savouring her taste.

For a good few minutes he repeated that, long slow swipes of his tongue along her length, then in-depth massages of tongue and lips along the seam of her underwear, before he rubbed the wet fabric deeper and deeper inside her. He hadn't even touched her clit yet and already he could feel Agatha's thighs trembling.

"That's it, good girl." Dracula mumbled against her centre, rewarding her response by nudging his nose against her clit, knowing he had hit the right spot when Agatha's thighs suddenly closed about his ears.

Prising them back down again, Dracula held them open this time. Flicking his eyes up, surprised to find Agatha's gaze locked on him, and not with her head rolled back, lost in the pleasure he was giving her. Shooting her a devilish smile, Dracula decided to reward such an attentive audience. He returned to that spot and this time nibbled lightly with his fangs.

Only to be surprised himself as Agatha's hand grabbed the back of his neck and held him firmly in place, all whilst their gazes remained locked. Never one to back down from a challenge Dracula bit down again, harder, he watched as Agatha convulsed and yet her gaze remained locked on his…It was almost strange in a way, as attuned to her pleasure as he was, Dracula could have sworn he felt something like an echo of it.

When Agatha had the nerve to grin at him, as though goading him to show what else he could do. Never one to back down from any challenge, he threw everything he had at her, teeth, tongue, lips and still somehow Agatha was holding off her climax somehow, all whilst Dracula could feel his own control quickly unravelling. It didn't make any sense, this was supposed to be about her and yet Dracula could feel his own hardness rubbing against the tight constriction of his trousers.

Growling Dracula knew they were almost there, the hand on his neck was as firm as ever, her nails digging into the skin and drawing blood, yet her thighs were shaking. Just one…two…and there…

It was a beautiful thing, watching as the pleasure rippled across her body and then her face, that expression would stay with him for eternity and Dracula treasured the feeling of accomplishment but then…it was like being hit by a freight train that kept right on running all over him.

Convulsing as the hand in his hair petted him gently, it was entire minutes before Dracula could control the spasming of his own body. It was like nothing he had ever felt before; no other pleasure had ever felt so intense.

"Shush baby it's ok." Agatha was crouching down beside him on the floor.

"Wa…"

"Don't try to speak, just relax." She added causing Dracula to stare up at her in stunned confusion.

"I…I don't understand."

"I know." Agatha replied indulgently as she helped him sit up. "I didn't even know if it would work myself."

"What did you do to me?"

Beaming in delight Agatha bent down and pressed a kiss to his lips, tasting herself on them. "You my dear Count are the first lucky man, to experience what the female orgasm feels like."

Blinking up at her in surprise, it took a good few moments for her words to register properly, but when they did, a broad smile tugged at Dracula's lips. Staring up at his lady with stars in his eyes, Dracula wondered if it was possible to fall more head over heels for her. "Please tell me we can try that again?"

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