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For Dracula it felt like he had waited a lifetime for her to say those words to him, and he was overcome by conflicting desires, to both rush and yet also to prolong the experience.

"Close your eyes." Dracula commanded as he kissed her, and Agatha obeyed. Gasping as she was scooped up into his arms, only for moments later to fall, and to land soft and safely on top of her bed; Dracula's weight pressing her down into the mattress a few moments later. A few moments he had taken to divest himself of his clothing.

"Hmm of all the places, or the things I thought you would be wearing…" Dracula mused as he examined Agatha's rather unalluring nightwear. Still it was what was underneath he was really interested in, and Dracula decided that since this was a simple t-shirt well he would hardly get in trouble for ruining it. So, he ran his thumb nail down from the neck of her t shirt to below her navel, then with a sharp pull the fabric rent in two.

Following the line of exposed skin, he kissed and nipped and suckled at her flesh. Taking one breast into his mouth as he teased the other with his hand. Her skin was so pale, against his tanned hand, so soft and smooth and malleable.

Arching under his mouth Agatha threaded one hand into his shock of black hair, raking her fingernails over his scalp, digging them into the cluster of muscles at the base of his neck, earning herself a small bite to the underside of her breast. Dracula's tongue lapping at the small wound, as he suckled lightly, savouring the taste of her on his tongue.

Spreading her thighs Agatha cradled the bulk of him between them, dragging her toe along the back of his calf. She could feel him already hard and pressing against her stomach and was curious to know exactly what it would feel like. Agatha had read plenty of books that described a man's cock as silk covered steel, but she was curious to know what that really felt like, was it accurate or merely romanticised? She caught the tip lightly with her fingers, exploring and rubbing the engorged flesh as gently as she could, but Dracula still bucked like she had grabbed him and squeezed him in her fist.

He had almost shot his load the moment Agatha touched him…she had touched him…it was enough to have his mind reeling and turn him into a gibbering wreck.

It was obvious the difference now, between the Agatha had had conjured and the real one. Agatha had none of the skills of seduction he had imagined her with. Of course, she wouldn't have, she was a former nun, still a virgin, who had probably never touched a man like this in her life…but she was touching him, and Dracula revelled in it.

In fact, he rolled over onto his back, his gaze now locked on her concentrating face as her hand closed around his shaft. Dracula happily lay there and let her try things out, before reaching down to cover her hand and guide her gently, showing her what he liked. Long slow strokes, then a little twist, then back down, a caress of his balls, then tracing the thick line along the base of his cock with her fingertips, her thumb circling the head of his cock as it wept, easing back his foreskin. Dracula showed her it all, pleased to have such an eager and attentive student.

"You know this would be even more fun if you were completely naked." He suggested toothily, as he lifted to rest his hands behind his head, so it was easier to lift his head to watch her play with him.

Her t-shirt was all but hanging off her anyway. So, Agatha shrugged that off easily, feeling a trifle exposed as she bared her breasts for him to see. Knowing it was ridiculous because a few moments before they had been in his mouth and hand respectively. So that just left her pyjama bottoms.

"Hmmm Agatha…I like those." Dracula nodded towards the childish cartoon vampire pyjama bottoms, that Agatha had bought, because she thought they were funny. "But they need to come off."

For a moment she hesitated, some lingering caution.

"Agatha no matter what we do here, you can still be as much of a virgin tomorrow morning as you are right now. If that is something you want? You just need to tell me to stop and I will stop." Dracula reassured her, earning him a probing gaze.

"How did you know…"

"Darling it is obvious, and it is nothing to be embarrassed about. So, if you are having second thoughts, and you really want to, you can keep them on; I am good at working around boundaries." He added gently but with a teasing reminder.

"No…no I can do this…I want to do this." Agatha clarified, slipping off her pyjamas and forcing herself to meet his gaze. "I want you."

"Then come here." Dracula insisted, offering her his hand and pulling her close, encouraging her to straddle his stomach.

Sitting up himself, they were almost nose to nose this way, and it occurred to him that he hadn't kissed her for minutes at least. Smiling as he curled an arm loosely around her hip and then slide his other hand slowly up along her spine to cradle her head, Dracula leant forward to press a chaste kiss to the corner of her mouth. Then another to the bow of her lips, and then the next corner. Savouring Agatha's nervous giggle, he teased her lips open, drinking her in as he slowly began to rock their bodies together.

It didn't take long for Agatha to relax, to find the rhythm, to meet his tongue with her own, and not flinch every time she felt Dracula's cock rubbed along the cleft of her buttocks. It wasn't long before she felt his hand there too, just massaging and squeezing at first, then he was reaching down, between her spread thighs, finding the spot at her centre where she was already grinding down against him, desperate for any friction.

He teased it skilfully, light pressure then harder, then lighter until Agatha could almost cry out from the frustration. She could feel herself getting wet from the attention, and she wondered if he could feel that on his stomach when they ground together. His fingers must have discovered it as a moment later Agatha felt one fingertip part her folds gently, dipping in a little and rubbing back and forth, then deeper exploring and finding the parts of her that gave way, allowing him to press inside. It was the first time anything other, than her own fingers had been inside her, and Agatha moaned into Dracula's mouth, grinding down onto his hand.

So tight…Dracula couldn't recall ever feeling a woman as tight as this. There must have been some, back in his murky human existence; his first wife had been a virgin on their wedding night. Yet knowing something to be true, and remembering it, were two very different things. Growling in anticipation Dracula quickly pressed a second finger inside her, savouring Agatha's squeak of surprise. He pumped and curled those inside her whilst his thumb massaged her little sweet spot, getting her wetter and wetter so that his fingers slid back and forth with ease now, no matter how snug they were.

She could take him now…but he could wait longer, prepare her more but Dracula was impatient, and he wanted her tight.

Kissing her deeply he turned them, leaning back against the pillows and pulling Agatha with him, before rolling them over, so he was back nestled between her spread thighs. Removing his fingers from her cunt, he grasped for his own cock, dragging it through the pooled wetness between her folds, and spreading the glossy liquid from his fingers all over his hardness. He didn't pause to ask permission again, he didn't lift his head to check she was ready, too afraid that if he did she would change her mind, so he placed his head at her entrance and pushed inside.

He was inside her before Agatha could even gasp. One moment there it was a like a blunt object pressing ineffectively against her, no way it was going to fit, the next she was being stretched…it burned.

"Alright?"

"Ummm."

Pausing though it cost him every last morsel of control. Dracula lifted his head, his heart breaking to see tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry…"

"It's alright." Agatha was surprised to find that her words were true, and not just to reassure him she wasn't having second thoughts. It had hurt more than she thought it would, but it was also fading quicker than she had anticipated, and she reached up to stroke the frown from his brow.

"I'm afraid I haven't done this before." Dracula confessed into her palm, causing Agatha to suddenly burst out laughing at the ludicrousness of that statement.

"You are no virgin Count." Agatha corrected him. "And now neither am I."

"Not sex." Dracula pressed a kiss to her hand. "I've fucked plenty of people…"

"Then I fail to see…"

"I've never made love to anyone before." Dracula corrected her, watching as the realisation rolled over her expression, and more tears gathered in her eyes. "That was not supposed to make you sad."

"Have you never heard of happy tears, you sentimental old fool?"

"Oh, you must be feeling better, you're insulting me." Dracula huffed, yet he was secretly pleased by her reaction. "I just…this situation is as new for me as it is for you Agatha. I want to make this good for you, I want to make love to you, only I'm not sure how exactly."

"Then we'll learn together." Agatha insisted, surprised that in this it was her that would be the braver one. Although perhaps she did have it easier, she had no past experience to push aside.

Reaching up she kissed him gently, urging him with her hands to complete his initial advance, and moaning into his mouth as she felt him fill her more and more, until Dracula was the one moaning.

Forcing his eyes open Dracula stared down into her eyes, imprinting this memory and drinking in every detail. From her shy smile, to her shining eyes, to the grip of her nails in the small of his back…and the incredible feeling of her wrapped around him, so tight.

Agatha was the first to move. Much of her knowledge was theoretical, but she had seen enough through the years to know moving was required. Rocking her hips, Agatha felt the rough texture of his pubic hair and the firm line of his groin, rub against the very spot that was already sensitive from Dracula's earlier attention. It thrummed with pleasure and she repeated the motion.

Arms locked above her Dracula watched in pure delight, as Agatha pleasured herself on him. Eventually unable to resist, he withdrew slightly and pushed back inside her, savouring the throaty moan she gave as their bodies brushed against one another. Again and again he repeated the gentle movement, drinking in Agatha's pleasure and joy. His own laughter joining hers as Agatha giggled up at him.

"What about this is so hard, that it had you scared?" Agatha gasped, reaching up to tug his mouth down to hers, pressing kisses everywhere she could reach.

"I….have...no…idea…" Dracula confessed, returning her kisses as he encouraged a more vigorous pace.

His restraint was being tested now. He had waited for this for so long, and now the need to keep going for Agatha, well it meant Dracula could now only think of one thing, and it was the one thing he couldn't do.

"Do you need me to…Is this enough?" Dracula asked, his fists clenched on the pillows above Agatha's head.

"Almost…" Agatha lifted her hips a little, experimenting with the angle, knowing instinctively where she wanted him but somehow unable to manage it by herself.

Then she felt one of his strong arms lock about her hips, his hand splayed across her buttocks as he lifted her hips up to meet his more powerful thrusts…and yes there… "Right there…yes…" Agatha felt her eyes roll back in her head as once…twice…three times…he kept hitting that spot.

She could feel it in her toes first, like a jolt of electricity causing her limbs to twitch, then her thighs were shaking, a sudden white heat spread over her body and every muscle in her body tensed and spasmed.

Howling as he came, it felt to Dracula like Agatha was going to squeeze his cock right off. He managed a few stuttered thrusts as Agatha rode out her orgasm, before Dracula collapsed. Dropping them both onto the mattress in a puddle of limbs. Every inch of his skin was hyper sensitive, he could feel it shivering, just as he could feel Agatha's heaving breasts pressing against his chest.

Kisses to her neck, her shoulder, her face, her lips when he could find them. Dracula could taste salt on them, and he reached up to brush the tears from her face only to find they were his own.

"I love you." He murmured the words into the skin of her neck, first in English, then in all the languages he knew, and throughout it all Agatha held him; her shaking fingers raking through his hair.

Agatha held him tightly in her grip, her arms and legs wrapped around him, as though she could fuse them into one being. She had never felt so connected with another human being in her life. It was as close to the divine as she had ever experienced, and a mischievous part of her brain couldn't help but wonder; if her calling to serve god, wouldn't have been better served, by not banning nuns from having sex.

Finally rousing himself from the hole he had fallen into, Dracula was immediately concerned he might have hurt her; no matter how unintentionally. He was certainly crushing her now, but when Dracula went to move Agatha held him fast unwilling to lose this moment just yet.

"Agatha are you alright?"

"Wonderful…I'm wonderful." Agatha smiled up at him, and Dracula let out a sigh of relief.

"So, are you going to let me move?"

"Not yet…I'm not ready to lose you." Agatha admitted.

"You don't have to lose me, but it might be more comfortable with you on top." Dracula suggested, and when Agatha nodded, he rolled them gently.

Now free to move easier, Agatha had to admit he was right, and she took full advantage of her superior position to demand a kiss…or two…or three.

"Hmmm next time we should try it with you on top…I'm an old man after all, and my back isn't what it used to be." Dracula teased, as he brushed her hair behind her ear. "That is if you want there to be a next time?"

"Want there to be…Were you not there when I had the most incredible orgasm?"

"Well I was but it is good to have it confirmed." Dracula retorted with a cheeky grin of his own.

A grin that was echoed by Agatha until it morphed into a yawn.

"Oh dear, have I worn you out?"

"Arse its very late…no its very early, and I didn't sleep well the last few nights stressing about that damn party, and your fiancé."

"Isabella is not my fiancé." Dracula corrected her, suddenly all serious. "And she wasn't before we did this either."

"But you did intend to marry her only yesterday?" Agatha couldn't help but worry at her lip.

"No, yesterday I intended to use her to try and make you jealous." Dracula clarified. "From the moment I saw you glaring at me across Mycroft's office, I lost all serious intention of ever marrying anyone else."

"Seriously all of that, inviting all those people…I put on a dress and heels and make up!"

"My love you are a stubborn woman, I knew you wouldn't admit to feeling how you do about me without some sort of push, and I think we have already wasted enough time." Dracula added when Agatha continued to scowl at him, rubbing his hand along her spine.

"I am not rushing into anything binding!" Agatha warned him, watching as something like resignation settled in his gaze, and she added quickly. "I couldn't even if I wanted to, you know we have to wait until I am 150, and I am not ready to agree to marry you yet, but I suppose I could agree that when you do ask, when I am ready for you to ask, that it will be a yes."

"Is that…I'm confused." Dracula frowned. "Did you just agree to say yes to me, when I eventually ask you to marry me, and how is that any different than agreeing to be betrothed now?"

"I don't know but it is different, its more like a promise that one day I will agree to marry you, but I haven't agreed yet." Agatha replied, knowing that for her it felt different, but for whatever reason Dracula just chuckled at her logic.

"I suppose that is better than nothing." He added, this time yawning himself.

Agatha's twisted logic and their late-night aerobics had worn him out more than he realised. There would be no encore this evening…but they would have plenty of time in the morning, and there was something quite delightful, about the idea of making love to Agatha in the sunlight.

Reluctantly Agatha shifted from her perch, blushing when she felt the sudden rush of fluid seeping down her thigh.

"Let me." Dracula grabbed for the remnants of her t-shirt that by some miracle was still half hanging off the bed.

He pressed it firmly between her thighs, wiping away the mess, then he rolled them both on to their side. His larger frame wrapping around hers possessively, as he curled around her back, pulling her back to fit snugly against his chest.

It was like being hugged by a large naked teddy bear and Agatha couldn't help but giggle at the image. Dracula would look lovely with a lovely red ribbon tied about his neck.

"Hush…sleep…" The chastisement was gentle and sleepy, as was the large hand to reached up to close her eyes.

At first Agatha thought she would never fall asleep, this was too strange and new, sharing her bed with a man she had just had sex with. Feeling his breath and the slight rasp of a snore as he fell asleep before her. Yet his arms were comforting, and her limbs did feel like they were suddenly made of lead. Agatha's last thought before she fell to sleep, was to thank a god she no longer really believed in, for bringing her someone to love her at last…it had been a long time coming, but it seemed her faith had finally been rewarded.

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