A/N: mature content near end of chapter

The day of Dracula and Ericka's wedding came quickly.

Monsters from far and wide came, intrigued by the fact that Dracula was going to be married again. Most of them had attended his first wedding with Martha all those years ago, and to be invited to this second one was exciting as well.

Being the manager of the hotel, Dracula would normally be the one greeting guests at the door, but this time Johnny was put to the task. He stood underneath a spider woven sign that read 'Congratulations Dracula and Ericka' as he gladly said hello to everyone and directed them on where to go. The count in the meantime was standing at the altar, watching everyone file inside and take their seats, murmuring excitedly.

"How are you holding up there, buddy?"

"Yeah, you're looking a little pale."

"Oh come on, he's always pale, he's a vampire, remember?"

"Oh, right. I knew that."

Dracula turned and saw his friends - Murray, Wayne, Griffin, and Frank - had approached him, dressed in their best attire for the occasion.

"I'm okay," he assured them. "How do I look?"

"As tall and sleek and handsome as ever," a new older voice answered. Drac turned and saw his father, Vlad.

"Dad!" he exclaimed. "When did you get here?"

"Eh, about five minutes or so ago. Schlumpy greeted me at the door."

Dracula rolled his eyes. "His name is 'Johnny,' Dad."

Vlad laughed. "Yeah, I know."

As Vlad went to seat himself, Drac's nerves began to get the best of him. It had been a little while, and most everyone had already been situated, except for a few stragglers who came in and quickly found a place to sit. Even from his spot at the door, Johnny could see Drac's concerned expression written clearly all over his face. He turned to the side and began to speak discreetly into a headset microphone that was on his head."Is everything okay up there, hon?"

Mavis answered back on her microphone. "Oh yes, everything is okay, Ericka's just a little sick - a mix of pre-wedding jitters and morning sickness - but she's fixing herself up now. Don't worry, she will be down soon."

"Okay, cool! Got worried for a sec there. See you soon!" the redhead answered.

"Okay, bye!" Mavis replied.

She turned her attention back to Ericka, who had just finished heaving yet another round of vomit inside the toilet and sat back on the bathroom floor with a huff.

"Oh man... " she groaned. "I really hope I don't barf all over Drac. I would seriously hate to ruin the wedding because of something like that."

"Don't worry," Mavis said with a laugh. "My dad has dealt with much worse situations before. I don't think you want to know what's happened whenever Bigfoot clogs up the toilet after having an upset stomach…"

Ericka cringed at the thought. "I can only imagine!"

The two women shared a laugh and then Mavis asked, "Do you really think you'll be okay to go through with this now? I'm sure we could figure something else out if you're not well enough to - "

"No, no! I got this!" Ericka interrupted. "It's been like this some mornings. A couple of pukes here and there and then I'm back to feeling a-okay!"

Mavis grinned at her optimism, but she was still a little worried. "Just to be a hundred percent sure, take this." She handed her a small cup with a green-colored gelatin mix inside. "It's Blobby's Jell-O recipe," she explained. "It really helped me when I was feeling that same morning sickness with Dennis."

Ericka accepted it gratefully and downed the dessert in just a couple of minutes. "Thanks," she said as she wiped the corners of her mouth with a paper towel. "I don't think you know how much it means to me to receive all of your help with the wedding now and the baby on the way. I know it's all happening so fast, and I certainly couldn't have done all of this alone."

"Think nothing of it," Mavis gently assured with a pat on the shoulder. "You and my dad have something really special together. He lights up in a way I've never seen whenever he's with you, or even when he just talks about you. You make him happy, and I want that for him. And if Dennis has anyone he can look up to besides me, Johnny, or his Papa Drac, it would be you."

Ericka playfully made a face. "Does that make me a grandma?"

Mavis giggled. "Nah. Dennis prefers to refer to you as his 'nana.'"

"Aw," Ericka said. "That's cute."

Mavis helped add the finishing touches on making Ericka look her best - touching up her makeup, adjusting the lacy veil on her head, and hairspraying her light almost-white blonde curls to perfection. Ericka looked at herself in the full-body mirror with satisfaction. It was as prepared as she was ever going to be.

"Okay," she breathed, looking up at Mavis with determination. "I'm ready."

The ceremony commenced with soft music gently ringing out. Winnie, playing the role of flower girl, merrily skipped her way down the aisle, flinging colorful petals on the carpeted floor in a pattern-like fashion. Drac chuckled at the sight, and then his breath caught in his throat as he saw Ericka present herself at the end of the aisle in a rather dramatic fashion. Heads turned to look at her too, decked out in a beautiful white gown that trailed behind her so elegantly. She blushed as she caught her groom's gaze and held the small bouquet of sunflowers tighter in her gloved hands. Just as the wedding march was about to begin, she could hear the mechanical gears that always preceded the coming of her great-grandfather. Van Helsing wheeled in next to her, a bit of a grim look on his face as he rolled along by her side during the procession.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he muttered. "Just because he's deflowered you and planted his spawn within you doesn't mean you have to go through with this. There are ways to resolve this problem besides marriage!"

Ericka looked down at him, appalled. "Great-grandfather!" she hissed. "Don't talk about my child that way! He or she will be your great-great-grandchild you know."

Van Helsing scowled. "Yes, but with him?" He gestured toward where Dracula was standing at the altar.

Ericka gave him a look. "Yes, I love him. That's kind of why I slept with him in the first place. It was my choice, just like it's my choice now to marry him."

Van Helsing, still not convinced, scoffed. "Yes, but was it your choice to have a child with him already? How do you know this isn't some kind of trickery?"

"Well… it did kind of catch me by surprise that I conceived so quickly…" she admitted. "But I trust Drac, and I know he couldn't have done this on purpose. He's just as excited as I am to have this baby, and I thought you were too."

"Well, yes," he admitted. "But I've thought about it more, and I'm not so sure I would want my descendant to be a half-demon!"

"First of all," Ericka said, "It's a half-vampire. Secondly, they may not even have vampire powers since they are going to be half-human too. I am their mother after all. But you really can't control that… we'll just have to wait and see."

"Right," was all that Van Helsing mumbled. He didn't say anything else as he brought her forth and gave her up to the Count. He gave Dracula a dismissive look and a stern one to his great-granddaughter before turning heel and seating himself in one of the pews. Ericka rolled her eyes and Drac simply put his focus on his lovely bride rather than the snide behavior of his soon to be father-in-law.

Next, Johnny's traveling backpack was made to present the wedding rings. They were two simple gold bands that were sitting atop of a small satin pillow. Dracula carefully picked one up and slipped it on Ericka's finger in a delicate manner, giving her hand a kiss before releasing it. Ericka did the same motions for Dracula's ring.

Then the time came for the vows. Blobby stood at the altar and began leading the ceremony.

"Blublububbubuh?" he asked Drac.

"I do," Dracula said with certainty.

"Blublububbubuh?" Blobby asked Ericka.

"I do," Ericka said with a blush.

Blobby then finished the pronunciation and Dracula immediately swept Ericka in for a passionate kiss.

Mavis and Johnny cheered.

Dennis and Winnie recoiled and said "Ewww."

Van Helsing turned his gaze away with a roll of his eyes.

And everyone else erupted in a thunderous applause.

The reception that followed the wedding was breathtaking as well. Johnny resumed the role of "DJ Jazzy Johnny" and was helping moderate the music from his laptop's playlists. One of the first songs that played was a tango. Dracula and Ericka, familiar with the dance, easily fell into the rhythm with each other. Another song that was played was the Macarena, which the monsters easily remembered from the cruise. Everyone enthusiastically joined in to follow along with the dance steps, and even Van Helsing was whooping with delight! He hardly had a minute to scowl at Dracula that whole night with all the wheeling around and shimmying that he did. Later, a long conga line formed behind the newlyweds as a lively beat began to pound throughout the speakers. It only broke off after the wolf pups passed by the buffet table and caught a whiff of the distinguishable scent of bacon, in which from there they leaped off and tore into whatever food they could fill their mouths with. Normally, Drac would be jumping to his feet and trying to stop their clatter, but tonight he only laughed it off with Ericka.

The evening eventually died down, and the last of the tired guests went back to get some much needed rest in their hotel suites.

But not for the wedded couple. For them, the night was only beginning.

The count swept his wife into his arms and bid everyone a goodnight and thanks for coming as he zoomed his way through the hallway, up the stairs, and to the secluded suite that was meant for newlyweds.

Ericka laughed as Dracula practically kicked the door open, briefly disturbing the shrunken head at the knob as he carried her inside the honeymoon suite bridal style. She squealed in delight as he spun her around a few times in a grand flourish before laying her gently down upon the king-sized bed. He then proceeded to pepper her face with smoochy kisses.

"Drac," she giggled, slightly pushing him away, "stop it!"

He shook his head defiantly. "No way, my love. You're my wife now, and I'll treat you like one."

She rolled her eyes, playfully batting his arm. "You are ridiculous, you know that?"

He kissed her nose. "And you adore me for it."

Dracula pulled her up and into another kiss, this time much longer than the last. Ericka looked at him with a heated look in her eyes as they pulled apart.

"Why doesn't my husband show me just how much I'm loved, hmm?" She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him down with her atop the bed for further emphasis to her desires. Dracula chuckled awkwardly and pulled away. "I would love to, sweetfangs, but what about the baby?"

Ericka shrugged. "I know, but I'm only about a month along. It shouldn't cause any harm."

Dracula still didn't seem convinced though.

"But Ericka, honeybat, I don't think you should strain yourself while you're pregnant. Just as a precaution to your own health."

"Well, I'm not exactly needing all those precautions quite yet. But, if you really are concerned, I might have an alternative in mind…"

Dracula peered at her with curiosity. "An alternative? Like what?"

Ericka grinned and ran a sensual hand down his chest. "You'll see…"

It was ten minutes later that the Prince of Darkness found himself laying on his back atop the suite's expansive bed, bared and being pleasured by his wife. He thrust avidly and with fervor, though it wasn't into her core as he would have preferred. No, instead it was into her mouth. She kissed, licked, and sucked at the hardened member, making slow circular motions with her tongue and teasing the sensitive tip. A loud moan slipped from his lips. He had been unsure at first about it when she had told him about what she planned to do, finding it unusual to be kissing him, well, down there. But it was a pleasant surprise nonetheless, and he was now writhing helplessly under her touch.

"Erickaaa…" he groaned softly, and in response she took him in further, hollowing her cheeks more and allowing the pink head to tickle the back of her throat. Dracula sucked in a breath and strangled down curses at the immense pleasure. His hands were clenched against the sheets below, sharp nails digging into the soft fabric as a thin layer of sweat broke out across his pale skin. He could feel himself getting close, so very close. He pumped harder and harder, panting heavily through gritted teeth. Words barely became comprehensible as the climax began to clutch at him.

She pulled herself from him and with a few firm strokes of her hand was able to get him to release. The creamy white substance spurt from his cock in streams as he came undone, dribbling onto her hands as his body spasmed with intense pleasure. His breathing slowed, then stilled, eyes rolling back into his skull with his limbs splayed out. Ericka watched for a moment, watching his chest rise and fall as his breathing calmed. He lazily opened an eye after a while and watched as she lay atop his chest with a satisfied smirk.

"Sooo? How was it?"

Dracula pulled her in for a kiss in response. "It was amazing." She smiled against his lips as he kissed her again, wrapping his arms around her waist and turning her around so that she lay on her back. She looked up at him with a confused glance.

"I thought you said you didn't want to do this?" she questioned.

"I'm not," Dracula said with a grin. "I'm simply returning the favor."

With that his fingers gripped the waistband of her panties and tugged it down the length of her legs. Ericka bit her lip as he positioned his head between her legs and brought her into the same world of bliss that she had just done for him.