Happy 2021 and my first update of the year! Hope you guys are doing well! Fair warning, this chapter is SMUT FILLED so if you want to skim through it, by all means! Hope you enjoy! -Jen

Chapter Ten

"Welcome home, Agatha."

It was as if some unseen force had cast itself upon her and rooted her in place. Agatha stared, slightly slack jawed at the sight before her, mind struggling to keep up with what she was seeing. Zoe, seemingly unharmed, lay there fast asleep by the vampire's side. Dracula's fingers drummed lazily against the couch's arm as he patiently waited for the woman's response. He, unlike her, was not stunned by this unplanned reunion. After all, he was the responsible party for this surprise "get together".

"You…" Agatha started, her eyes darting around the room. "How did you-"

"An invitation, of course." Dracula said with a mere wave of his arm. "From young Zoe. I came by to see if you were available and unfortunately, I was met by the babysitter." Agatha's eyes grew wide and the vampire grinned, knowing very well what she was thinking. "Oh, ease up, Agatha, Mrs. Avery is just fine. I sent her on her way back home. Told her you had asked me to watch Zoe until your return, seeing as we work together and all." He sighed, shaking his head. "I honestly hadn't anticipated for it to be so easy."

"Get out of my house!" The former nun growled, pointing a finger towards the door. "This is practically breaking and entering! A crime! I could have you arrested!" That would surely go over well, but the logistics weren't at the top of Agatha's thoughts. "Just because a seven year old-a child-tells you that it's okay to come into someone's house doesn't mean it is!"

"Actually, in my rule book, it is most certainly allowed." The Count smiled, reaching for the remote. "As long as they inhabit it." With that, he flipped the television off. "And Zoe lives here so it works in my favor."

Feigning a yawn, the vampire stood up from his spot on the couch. The young girl, still deep in her slumber, only shifted slightly and stretched out. Agatha watched her anxiously unsure if she should make a go for it and grab her and run, or find a means to take Dracula out. Perhaps once and for all. As she stood there debating, the Count brushed past her and made his way into the kitchen.

"Are you coming?" He called over his shoulder when the former nun didn't immediately storm after him. "I doubt you'll want to wake her up while we talk."

"Oh I think you've said quite enough for the night." Agatha hissed, clearly growing more heated. "Aren't you the least bit concerned about everything you've violated our terms and conditions? What's stopping me from calling the Foundation or that lawyer of yours right now?! Right at this very minute?!"

"You won't." Dracula replied simply. "And even if you did, what have I done exactly? I was invited in. No one was injured. There is nothing in any clause that says who is and isn't allowed to grant me access." He let out a quiet chuckle. "But I'm not concerned anyway. And I could easily argue my concerns of you not returning my texts. I think Dr. Bloxham would be delighted to learn about that."

"Get out of my house." Agatha warned, trying to sound as threatening. "Or I'll…" Her eyes flickered around the room and landed on the first thing that sat on the counter. A spatula. Great. "I'll make you regret not doing so."

"Oh really?" Dracula snorted, taking a step closer. "And how exactly do you plan to do that?"

She was thinking. Thinking hard. But it was difficult to concentrate when facing off with a vampire. She was angry. So damn furious that it felt as if she was truly boiling inside. But as she stared back at the Count, trying to hold her ground, that fury. That force. Was slowly starting to transform into something else. A storm the likes of which she'd never encountered.

"You were saying?" The vampire encouraged, moving even closer to Agatha. "Come now, Agatha. Finish that train of thought of yours. What do you want to do to me?"

He had her nearly pinned against the wall, her back pressed tightly to it as he loomed over her with those dark, hungry eyes. Agatha's heart pounded as blood flushed her cheeks, something stirring within her very core. Undeniable lust.

"I'm not asking you again." She forced out, somewhat taken aback by how labored her breathing had become. "Leave my house at once."

"You know you can't force me to do that." He replied in a low, velvety whisper. "It wasn't you who invited me in." Dracula reached forward and tucked a stray lock of hair behind the former nuns ear. She shivered. "This isn't anyway to treat your guest."

Her knees felt weak as she fought the primal urge to lunge forward and give into whatever horrible desire this was. It wasn't right. She wasn't right. But then why were her mind and body at a civil war with one another? Agatha bit down on her lower lip, toes curling inward.

"Go…" She nearly pleaded as he closed the distance between them. "Just…" But his mouth was already on hers before she could finish.

Lost. Somehow that felt like the right word to describe it. Trapped between the present and this convoluted fantasy. Yet as their kissing grew more fervent, his cool hands touching the curves of her face, everything but this moment seemed to tumble away. When the vampire broke away to allow her a moment to catch her breath, Agatha nearly protested. She stared at him, too flustered to imagine how ridiculous she must look right now.

"I could take you here…" He suggested, nodding towards the empty kitchen table. "Or the countertop, that would equally suffice." Dracula moved his hands to grip Agatha's forearms as if to steady her in place. "There are lots of places I could have my way with you, Agatha Van Helsing. That is, if you'll let me in."

Zoe. The seven year old was still fast asleep in the living room. The former nun could feel the vampire's nails digging into her flesh. Hot. Christ how she felt so hot. What the hell was happening to her? This was his fault. His doing. Surely it had to be. And yet, she needed him. Required him to fill this sudden carnal craving within her.

"Zoe…" Was all she managed to rasp out, knowing well enough he'd understand. "Zoe."

"Ah, concerned about disturbing the child." He chuckled, the corners of his mouth twitching into a wide grin. "I suppose we wouldn't want to scar her...No, that would be less enjoyable for the both of us." He exhaled and glanced down towards the dark hallway. "Bedroom it is."

She tried not to dwell on the fact that lay lingering in her mind about how he knew where her bedroom was. Momentarily pushed away the unwanted thoughts of him traversing around in there admiring her personal things. Instead she froze that bit of her mind and allowed him to take her past the threshold and into the unlit room.

A bundle of nerves. A nest of live wires in a thunderstorm. Agatha was already beginning to tremble as Dracula placed a kiss to the corner of her mouth before trailing his way down just above her jugular. His teeth lightly scraped the tender skin, but the vampire made no move to bite her. Instead, he pressed his lips to the pulse and lightly sucked. The former nun let out a soft moan, surprised by how unstable she felt on her own two feet. Dracula smiled against her neck, arms wrapping around her waist to keep her upright. He was enjoying this way too much.

"...I thought you wanted to take me…" She gasped out, leaning into Dracula as he continued to indulge himself. "Not commit whatever this…" Agatha's breath hitched in her throat as he playfully nipped at her. "I thought you wanted sex."

"I do." Dracula admitted, letting his tongue run lightly across the sensitive spot of her throat. "But foreplay is a worthy appetizer." He straightened up, and even without much light, Agatha could see the thirst in his eyes. "Sit down." He commanded, motioning to the bed. "A good guest brings their host a gift and I think I've figured out what to do about mine."

She could've told him to leave. Demanded it again. Perhaps even called the Foundation and explained everything. But she was angry. Stressed. Confused. And, as odd as it was, mildly curious. Count Dracula was not her friend. He was an intruder and yet...yet...her she was. Sitting down on her mattress looking up at him. Wondering exactly where this was going and hoping Zoe would remain asleep.

"Take your pants off."

Now that had her snapping back to reality. Agatha blinked as she stared at Dracula. The vampire simply gazed back as if what he said hadn't been well...bold. When the vampire didn't retract his statement, she found herself undoing the top buttons of her pants and slowly pushing them down. Before she could react, Dracula snatched them from her grasp and tossed them to the side.

"That was rather uncouth of you." Agatha muttered, her cheeks flushed as she now sat before him in some rather unflattering underwear. "You could have at least…" His eyes were fixed on her and suddenly, she felt at a loss for words. "You could have…"

"Now that dreadful pair of underwear."

His voice, though firm, was not threatening in the slightest. It was as if he was instructing her. Chewing on the inside of her cheek, Agatha did as she was told and discarded the piece of clothing. So there she sat on her bed, legs pressed tightly together in front of her supposed enemy.

"Open your legs."

The words were quiet, almost gentle, and a shiver went up Agatha's spine. Suddenly the woman felt as if she was being transported back to her teenage years. The awkward time of romance. Agatha had never been with anyone. Never even had a true boyfriend really. And the witty, strong willed person she'd become was okay with that. Sex had never been an issue. In fact, it had made becoming a nun an even easier feat. But that was about to change.

"I've never had sex before." Agatha said quietly, not looking to meet Dracula's stare.

"I'm well aware of that." Dracula almost scoffed. "I'm centuries old, Agatha, and while I am no Christian, as far from it as one can be, I do know what regulations many branches of nuns, monks, and priests follow." He smiled once more, but it almost seemed genuine. "I suppose it's a good thing I have enough experience for the both of us then." He nodded his head. "Now go on and lie back. Close your eyes."

It was as if something else had gotten possession of her mind. A side of her that was ignored, that shoved aside the nagging notion that what was happening. What she was doing in that moment, was and would be a regrettable mistake. But mistakes were only that if they occurred. And Agatha's rationale had long since left the moment she felt the vampire's cool hands touch her inner thighs.

"I'm going to go out on a limb and assume that you believe a vampire's favorite spot on a human is the neck." Dracula stated, letting his nails lightly scrape against her bare flesh. "But that is a common misconception."

Agatha bit down on her lower lip, trying to control her uneven breathing. "Then enlighten me." She swallowed, squeezing her eyes shut as his fingers brushed ever so lightly against her entrance. "Where does a beast like you prefer to feed?"

Dracula let out a low chuckle. "The femoral arteries are a rather tasteful source." He explained simply. "They're location is in both legs and travels all the way to the groin. One can even detect a pulse." The vampire smiled, his eyes flickering between Agatha's rising chest and tense facial expression. "And I can assure you that yours is very, very fast."

Before Agatha could utter a reply, both of Dracula's hands caught either side of her legs and held them in place. Suddenly, the vampire's tongue ran across the length of her slit and Agatha saw stars. A strange sound escaped from between her lips, but the Count held fast. His movements were slow, methodical, and the former nun's core throbbed with a fire that she'd never experienced.

"Relax…" Dracula murmured against her. "You are too on edge. Shall we try something different?"

It was a rhetorical question, she knew that. And yet, when the vampire pressed a kiss to her swollen lips before lifting his head back up, Agatha was certainly not prepared for what came next. Her eyes fluttered open, hands gripping the sheets as she finally caught Dracula's stare with her own. Again he smiled, a dark, mischievous grin that the former nun was too lost for words to comment.

"Tell me how this feels."

Agatha bit back a yelp of surprise as she felt the vampire's fingers touch the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her entrance. The bud throbbed as he methodically moved in a circle causing her to squirm. Christ it felt good. It shouldn't feel good. She didn't want it to feel good. But it felt fucking fantastic. The Count chuckled, smirking as the former nun's back arched in pleasure, a low moan escaping from deep within her throat.

"Lost your voice have you, Agatha?" Dracula snorted, increasing the pressure in his strokes. "If I may be so bold, I'd go as far to say that this encounter is our most productive yet. All things considered."

"Shut up." Agatha managed to choke out. "You...I…"

"Hm?" The vampire inquired with false interest. "Are you trying to tell me something, Agatha?" His fingers slid down and, with precision, he slid one digit inside of her. "I'm sorry, could you repeat that?"

The world around her was spinning. He was making her feel ways in which she never thought possible. If she was true to religion, she would be most certain that this man. This creature. This vile being was the Devil in the flesh. But as his finger pumped in and out of her, her wetness slick on him, she wanted more. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. How stupid she felt. How utterly flustered. How absolutely, completely, entirely aroused.

"Are you alright?" Dracula asked, a second finger joining the first. "You look as if a cat has gotten a hold of your tongue."

"Pants off..." And even Agatha was momentarily surprised by her demand. "You...pants…"

"Demanding." The vampire replied, unable to hide the amusement in his tone. "Though I am not opposed to it." He smirked, removing his fingers from Agatha. "You might as well remove the rest of your garments during this intermission."

The woman frowned at him, but took off her blouse and unhooked her bra, now completely nude in front of her supposed enemy. Dracula slipped rather easily from his garments, laying them neatly off to the side as opposed to Agatha's which had just been casted. As he stood before her, as naked as the day he was born, she took in the infamous Count. His form was immaculate. Muscular. Dark hair that sprouted like a thick rug on his chest. As her eyes travelled downward, she finally settled upon his cock. His large length already well erect and most likely eager to have been released from the confines of the man's pants.

"You can touch it if you wish." Dracula said, snapping Agatha from her stupor.

Hesitantly, Agatha reached forward and lightly touched Dracula's shaft. She tried not to look at him, knowing he was watching, as her fingers curled around it. Her eyes flickered over to the head and noticed how it was already beginning to weep a bead of precum. The former nun felt juvenile. Silly. And holding him, examining him like this didn't help any. Letting her hand fall back onto the bed, she finally met the vampire's stare.

"This is wrong." She exhaled as Dracula moved beside her on the bed. "We are wrong."

"Perhaps…" The vampire muttered, sliding closer so their bodies touched. "Maybe it is wrong. Maybe it isn't." He leaned in and kissed Agatha, a hand cupping her face. "But we are here, aren't we?"

"Mm…" Agatha hummed against him, closing her eyes once more as Dracula went to position himself between her legs. "This is all a dream. It feels like a dream."

"I assure you, it isn't that." The vampire said, eyes taking in the sight of the former nun's form twisted in the sheets. "And I would most certainly know. But if you must," and he leaned in close to her ear. "We can always pretend."

When Dracula thrust himself inside of her, Agatha let out a small grunt of pain. It burned. Ached as her body adjusted to his size, her hymen that had been the curtain of her virginity now stripped away. Tears pricked her eyes, but when the vampire's mouth met hers, she soon began to forget about the fading pain. Each thrust, more forceful and vigorous than the last bringing pleasure and ecstasy.

Agatha's nails racked down Dracula's back, but they left no visible marks. Everything around her was a blur as the mattress creaked under them, trying to withstand their motions. It was all building up. The tense. The emotions. The heat. And soon, the former nun began to teeter on the edge.

"Dracula…" She managed to gasp out.

"Just let go, Agatha." The vampire instructed, his own voice rough and astonishingly labored. "Give into the release."

It was as if she had been hit with a bolt of lightning. Every nerve ending in her body was alight as Agatha let out a cry, the tsunami of euphoria finally breaking through the floodgates. She was already trembling, her body coming down from the aftermath when Dracula followed suit, white hot bliss shooting through the vampire. He growled, an animalistic sound as he pressed his face into the nun's neck. But much to the woman's relief, she felt no fangs pierce through her skin.

For a few moments, they lay there, in an odd sort of embrace. Then, without so much as a word, Agatha rolled off to the side planting some space between the two. Already she was beginning to feel the effects of the adrenaline wearing off. The energy she had spent long since past. Perhaps, in a way, it was a good thing. Being too tired to really process it all. Closing her eyes, she refrained from looking at Dracula as if some small part of her feared that, if she did, the figurative roller coaster would begin once more.

"I'd like you to leave now." She mumbled tiredly. "Please."

She half expected to hear some response. A snide comment of some sort. Instead, she heard the other side of the bed creak as if a weight was being lifted. Footsteps met her ears, but she still did not allow herself to look and see what the vampire was up to. Another sound, the door knob turning, and Agatha relaxed. Why Dracula said nothing, she was unsure, but sleep tugged endlessly at her consciousness. He was gone, or so she very much hoped. And that's what truly mattered.

Exhaling softly, she tugged the mess of blankets and sheets over her body. Tomorrow she'd face the reality of tonight's action. But for now, Agatha would sleep. A deep, dreamless sleep where the dreaded vampire could not follow. Where she could focus on nothing. Not on the Foundation. Not on this bloody assignment she'd been coerced into. And certainly not Count Dracula. Her breathing slowed, thoughts growing fuzzy as the strings of reality were snipped away and darkness fell.

When Agatha's eyes opened the next morning, she found herself alone in bed. For a brief, marvelously ignorant moment, she tried to convince herself that maybe, just maybe it had all been a dream. But when she took in the state of her room-the twisted sheets, her carelessly tossed clothes from the day before, and the unmistakable muscle aches, she knew it all to be true. Swallowing and muttering slurs of curses under her breath, the former nun got out of bed and slipped on a robe. At least for now, she'd have a moment to…

"Aunt Aggie!"

Agatha felt every fiber in her being tense up the moment she opened the door. There, at the dining room table, sat Zoe with what looked like some form of dessert like breakfast. She gave her aunt that same goofy, childish grin she knew so well. Powder sugar covered her lips as she dug her fork into whatever dish she was eating.

"Ah, I was wondering when you were going to get up." A familiar voice broke through the silence. "I was considering giving you breakfast in bed. But now that you're up, I suppose you can just take a seat while I get it ready."

Standing proudly in her kitchen as if he owned the place was none other than Count Dracula. He smiled at her, his expression edging on smug as Agatha took all of him in. Dressed in the same attire as the night before, he now also sported a flower printed apron with pink lace that had been a birthday gift to her from a co-worker. She never wore the damn thing and how he came to find it, she didn't nor wanted to know. The vampire held up a spatula and motioned to a pan on the stove.

"Clătite." He explained before she had a moment to ask. "A Romanian form of crepes if you will. These I rolled with strawberry jam-it was all you had in your refrigerator unfortunately." With a mischievous glint in his eye, he held out a plate to her. "Extra whipped cream?"

Well things certainly got out of hand, didn't they? And now dear Dracula is in her house still during daylight no less? What's that about? We shall see next chapter! Feedback is greatly loved and appreciated! Stay healthy and safe! -Jen