A/N: nudity (middle of chapter) and brief mature content (end of chapter)
"All right now, a little to the left Mrs. Van Dracula."
Ericka did as instructed, tilting her head slightly left and offering a wide smile. It had been another several months, and since her belly had gotten even bigger in size, she and Drac had thought that it might be best to do a photoshoot to remember the expecting mother as she was.
The photographer who was taking her photos - a goblin-looking creature - now presently smiled as she gave him the perfect pose, sitting up straight upon the ground with her head high and proud and among a display that looked like a field of sunflowers. "Excellent!" he exclaimed, and took the photos with a great flash of the camera. "Now, move yourself so that you can put a hand on your belly and the other holding a flower up to your nose."
"Like this?" she asked, recreating the pose exactly.
"Yes, great!" he responded, flashing the camera once again. With a satisfied sigh, he lowered the gadget from his face and began gathering his equipment together. "Alrighty, Mrs. Van Dracula, I do believe that concludes our photoshoot. If you and your husband give me just a few minutes, I'll have the pictures ready for you to view in no time!"
"Sounds good to me," Ericka responded. She looked over to Dracula who was sitting nearby the little setup area and he nodded. He came over and helped her rise so she could sit next to him comfortably.
Drac smiled at her. "You look ravishing."
Ericka scoffed. "Oh come on, in this?" She gestured to her wide white tunic dress that she had on. "I'm starting to feel as big as a house in this."
Dracula chuckled and caressed her cheek. "You might feel that way, but I still think you're beautiful no matter what."
She blushed a little and accepted his puckered lips against hers for a brief kiss.
"Oh! I apologize if I'm interrupting anything," the photographer's voice sounded as he returned. They came apart and looked at him as he continued. "Your pictures are ready!"
He brought them around to the little studio booth and they looked at the photographs on the photographer's computer screen. They were all lovely to Drac, showcasing his beautiful wife and the enlarged bump that was soon to be their baby.
"It's gorgeous," Ericka said, lacing her fingers with Drac's. "It's just too bad that you won't show up in the photos too."
"I know, honeybat," Dracula concurred. "But I'm a vampire. Any kind of reflection won't allow me to show up in a picture."
They thanked the photographer for his time, paid him, and then took the printed copies back to their suite. Ericka became thoughtful as she looked the pictures over again.
"Drac?" she called to him.
"Yes, honeybat?" he answered, coming back into the room with her and drinking a small chalice of Blood Beater.
"I was wondering," she began, "you still like to paint, don't you?"
Dracula nodded. "Oh yes. My study is just in the other room. I mostly use it as an office, but sometimes when the mood hits I'll make a quick portrait or two…. Why do you ask?" He looked at her skeptically.
"Well… I want you to make a portrait of me."
Dracula shrugged. "Sure! Just pick out something nice and comfortable to wear and I'll have you done up in no time."
Ericka chuckled. "Don't you usually prefer nude models?"
Dracula choked on his drink, coughing a few times before he recomposed himself. "Whoa whoa, time out, what are you talking about?" he finally spluttered.
Ericka rolled her eyes and began talking in a very slow, simple manner for him to understand. "I'm talking about you making a painting of me au naturale."
Dracula shook his head aggressively. "Oh, no, no, no, no. Sweetheart, I can't do that! You know I display a lot of my art out in the hallways of the hotel."
"Well then don't think of it as a piece you're going to be displaying for everyone to see," Ericka countered. "How about you think of it as a personal project? One that's meant for your eyes only."
"Sounds more like a commission, if you ask me," Drac replied a little snarkily.
"Oh, don't worry. I'll make sure I'll pay you back," Ericka replied with a glint in her eye. This instantly changed Drac's snide mood to something a lot more meek, his cheeks aflame with redness as he knew just what kind of payment she was talking about.
"Do you want me to give you a preview of what exactly that would be?" she purred, snaking her arm around his neck.
This made Drac find his voice. "Oh, no, no, no! The-that's okay, I can wait until later! H-h-how about now you go set yourself up in the study and I'll find my paints and easel, okay?" he spoke quickly and shakily made his way from her to go do just that.
Part of him was hoping she'd changed her mind when he reentered the study with his items, but he saw her there waiting for him. Now, she was clad in only a thin cotton robe, and his mind whirled as he knew what lay underneath.
"So, are you ready?" she asked.
Dracula breathed deeply a few times before nodding. "Yes. I'm ready."
Ericka smiled. "Good." She then turned her attention to the robe.
Its rope was untied in two swift motions of her hands, the satin robe easily sliding off her body and pooling by her feet. A shudder rippled down her spine at the feel of the cool air hitting her bare skin. She stared at the discarded garment on the floor for a moment, before daring herself a glance up, and gawking at his reaction.
A heavy blush came upon his cheeks in an instant. He had seen her naked enough times to be used to it, but he always seemed to be taken aback by seeing her completely exposed.
She looked much different than the last time he saw her completely bared. The swells of her breasts were more pronounced with the lactose of her essence. The belly itself had stretch marks around it, and it largely protruded from her body outward, as though two pillows had been stuffed under her ivory skin. Regardless, she was still the beautiful woman he knew and loved.
Dracula cleared his throat and spoke up. "Well… it certainly has been a while since I last saw you."
"Long enough," she agreed.
A blush crept in Drac's cheeks and he pretended to adjust the canvas a little better on the easel for a minute.
"So… how exactly did you want me to paint you?" he asked. "What pose? I don't really have any in mind."
"Hmm," she thought. "How about like this?"
She laid down on a sofa in a rather risqué way. Her arms were somewhat behind her head, her knee positioned in a way that hid her lower extremities. Pronounced were the torso and swelled belly for the piece. She looked over at him through hooded eyes.
His manhood springing to life in his pants gave him the answer before he even spoke. "Y-yes, nice. Lovely, very nice."
"Alright then," she said. "I'm ready whenever you are."
Dracula's brain seemed to short-circuit as he tried to remember what he was supposed to be doing. "W-what? Oh! Yes." Quickly busying himself, he adjusted the canvas on the easel and began mixing paints atop his small wooden palette. He did this for a couple of minutes, trying to keep his mind in focus before he dared to look back at his alluring temptress of a wife that was on his couch making the hardness between his legs want to burst out and bury itself in her heat. He finally managed to compose himself enough to begin painting the outline of her body, carefully shaping each muscle and sinew with a delicate hand. Next, he began to detail the limbs, adding shadows and values to the slender curves and sleek contours. The belly followed afterwards, and he painted its fullness in soft tones and light touches. He blushed considerably as he did her chest, detailing its supple breasts and the rounded pink tips that were her nipples. Finally, he turned his attention to her face, using ever careful brush strokes to form her nose, cheeks, and beautiful blue eyes.
As he finished the portrait, he set the paints aside to admire his work, and the beauty of it took his breath away. He had never known such art existed until now. His wife looked so regal laying upon the couch with such grace and ease and the portrait he produced reflected that well. Ericka arose, robed herself and strode over to his side.
"What do you think?" Dracula asked.
Ericka considered the piece for a moment, tilting her head and looking at it from different angles. Then she smiled. "I like it. Though I think you might have made my breasts a little too big."
Dracula chuckled awkwardly. "Well, eh, they are bigger now that your body's preparing you for nursing."
Ericka giggled. "I'm just messing with you, honey. The painting is beautiful. You did a great job. Now, let me repay you the way I wanted to." She approached him with a sultry look in her eyes as she began to undo the rope of her robe again. This time, he knew her intentions were not for artistical purposes.
"Ah… Ericka…" he began to protest.
But she wouldn't hear it. With deft hands, Ericka pulled him toward her and kissed his lips passionately. She broke apart from him and smiled seductively.
"Now, let's get rid of those clothes," she whispered huskily into his ear. Her hands were already working to undo the buttons of his shirt.
Drac gulped. "Ericka, I know you want to do this, but is it really a good idea? The baby…"
"Drac, there is no rule that says you can't do it while you're pregnant," Ericka retorted. "I've made sure to read up on it. Even the 'What to Expect When You're Expecting a Vampire' book says it's fine! And haven't you read it from cover to cover before?"
"B-b-but… " the vampire stammered. "What if you get pregnant again?!"
Ericka snorted. He was really grasping for straws, now wasn't he? "Do you even know how pregnancy works? It's not going to happen while I'm carrying babies now. Come on, please? I know you want me. I can hear you in the bathroom in the mornings, you know."
Dracula's eyes widened. "What?"
Ericka only giggled. "You could be a little quieter, you know."
Dracula blushed. She wasn't wrong. Seeing her impregnated the way she was had only made his desire for her grow, and he would relieve that sensation that overcame him through touching himself and relieving the ejaculation. He had always assumed that she was asleep as he ventured off to the bathroom, and that he kept his groans of pleasure relatively quiet. But as it turned out, he was dead wrong. He had fantasized about ravaging her beautiful body the way they had that day on the cruise ship, the very day their baby had been conceived. And now she was here, nude and more than ready for him, ready to be touched and pleasured by her husband. She wanted him now, and if his rapidly growing erection was anything to go by, he knew that he wanted her, too. But how would they even accomplish it? They couldn't take up their regular missionary position with her large belly in the way.
As if answering his question she piped up. "You can spoon, can't you?"
Dracula then understood, and in thinking about it, knew that it would probably work. Not probably - it would work. He grinned, feeling hardness already continuing to form in his pants at knowing he would soon feel the tight wet heat of his wife's walls around him, and knowing that he would be able to bestow pleasure on her once more.
Ericka noticed his arousal and let him back to the sofa eagerly. Dracula, with a smitten smile all the while, quickly stripped down, discarding his cape and black attire to the side in a careless manner, laying on the couch to the side and sweeping his wife's body against his front. She let out a long, breathy moan of a sigh as she felt him enter her and then once again made her feel the long-awaited thrill of lovemaking.