I never intended for this to become a story, it was a one shot and then someone said they wanted Malik in cuffs and things sort of... escalated. However, this is chapter eight... I want to be done by chapter ten. You can tell I never meant to let this grow, because I never bothered naming the chapters. And now I'm rambling. TO THE SMUT. I think I'm setting a personal record for most multi-chapter smut I have ever written. Adams Side of Arrogant may be close, but this is longer.
-YD-
They took Piers back to their castle, and allowed him a few minutes looking around in awe. Vlad would have dragged it out for maybe hours of talking, but the end result was going to be the same, so Ingrid got on with it and bit the Scottish breather geek there and then. "Ingrid! A little patience wouldn't kill you." Vlad rolled his eyes, then deposited Piers into a guest coffin to ride out the change.
The taste of fresh, warm blood on her tongue aroused Ingrid, and Vlad was definitely convenient to her needs. He had no complaints about her tugging at his council robes, shedding them and his shirt quickly. He unbuckled his belt, then dragged her by her hair into a bruising kiss. She hated how much she loved when he did this, fingers twisting almost cruelly, just enough to hurt as his tongue explored her mouth.
He shoved her to her knees, looking down expectantly until she reached for his zipper, sliding it down and smirking up at him. His hand twisted in her hair again, dragging a heated moan from her mouth as his cock fell free. Oral sex had never been Ingrid's favourite thing to perform, too subservient and generally meant the vampire never bothered to get her off too. She was Ingrid Dracula, being allowed to touch her was a privilege in itself. That had never been an issue with Vlad. Even if Ingrid stopped and said no - they always had that option, just to say no - Vlad would still willingly reciprocate.
And his hand tugging at her hair, his cock thick and hard and sliding through her mouth did arouse her. Maybe it was the fact Vlad could make her submissive, but the taste of promises of her turn stopped Ingrid taking offense at the typical 'female' role. Vlad grunted, occasionally gasping breathy praise for Ingrid's mouth being "so good" and "so hot", and at one point Ingrid was almost certain she heard "suck me like a fresh kill" but then Vlad was whimpering, bucking his hips and coming down her throat. Swallowing around him, Ingrid felt him tug her back to her feet, supporting her weight with his free hand so it wasn't entirely by her hair.
In spite of having just come in her mouth, Vlad didn't seem to care as he kissed her again, pushing her back towards the wall and reaching beneath her dress to yank her underwear off. He knelt down to ensure the lace slipped over her shoes without tearing or getting tangled, and his fingers glided up her inner thigh, finding her unmistakably aroused. "I think you like having your little brothers cock in your mouth. You're so fucking hot Ingrid." She didn't get chance to answer, because then Vlad's mouth was on her and nothing else in the world mattered.
He had made an art of this, practically burying his face between her thighs whenever he got the chance. Vlad had told her multiple times she tasted divine, and while that was a word she only applied to exceptional vintages of blood, Ingrid wasn't going to argue about that word being used to describe her. He actually groaned in pleasure when his tongue swiped over her wet skin, drinking down the arousal and sucking wetly at her clit, hands wrapped around her thighs to keep them spread wide for his own ease of access.
It should worry her that nobody had ever made her feel this aroused, ever been able to make her come so hard except him, and that their "sibling rivalry/stress release" was developing into more, but pregnancy hormones and hypersensitivity ruled her mind now as Vlad dragged his tongue over her clit again, smirking noticeably between her thighs as Ingrid shivered, shook and came explosively, crying out loudly in the heat of climax as she coated his face in arousal. Vlad wasn't done with her yet, already hard as steel again as he stood, thrusting up against her exquisitely sensitive nerves before lifting her legs, pinning her to the wall and pushing inside her with one fluid motion.
Oh, but he filled her perfectly. Not too long, but gloriously thick, stretching her to fit him until Ingrid felt like her body was meant for his, because his cock felt custom made to drive her mad with sheer need. "Fuck Ingrid, you're so hot. Its fucking criminal, you know that?" Vlad panted against her neck, biting down roughly and groaning when Ingrid clenched around him instinctively. She loved when he swore, the roughness of his voice sending a thrill through her and a fresh wave of arousal washed through them both.
"Mmm" she rolled her hips, pressing against him and whimpering softly "move!" Vlad complied, but not the way she expected, pulling out of her completely and Ingrid almost staked him there and then. She was much more inclined to forgive him when he turned her around, pushing back inside her from behind. It was rare they employed such a position, because Vlad loved to watch her come but fuck if it wasn't working for them now. One of his hands held her hip, the other sliding down to rub at her already sensitive clit and he finally, finally started thrusting. It was too good, overwhelming in it's intensity from the start.
The hand on her hip moved up, somehow pulling the fastening of her dress free and his fingers found her nipple, pinching roughly and Ingrid broke under the multitude of sensations, clenching so hard around Vlad he had to stop thrusting. No sound left her mouth as her whole body shook, and one last swipe over her clit had Ingrid torn between coming again and crying as she bit her lip, whimpering as Vlad made her 'ejaculate' again. It had never happened before Vlad, almost terrifying except for the mind blowing sensations that accompanied such a powerful orgasm and every time Vlad made her do it now, he was smug and delighted. He felt it, soaking his hand and running down her thighs.
Three times almost back to back, Ingrid wasn't sure her body wouldn't just melt then and there as Vlad started moving again, seeking his own end and his hips stuttered to a stop soon after, cool liquid flooding her inside as he spilled and roared with completion. "Ok. Blood. Wow. New one to beat." He panted harshly against her shoulder where his head rested, his cock slow to soften and slide out of her. "Mmm" her throat felt raw, between Vlad fucking into her mouth with abandon and making her moan like she was in heat or something, her throat was sandpaper rough but her whole body felt a little bit liquid.
He pulled her to the bathroom, both of them on shaking legs but "she might ruin the carpet" - he winked as he said it and Ingrid felt his come leak out of her. It was filthy and sticky and made her spent, exhausted body thrum with arousal she didn't have the energy to utilise right now. Vlad stripped her and then himself, guiding her into a lukewarm bath that wouldn't overload her still-fried nerves and joining her.
He wasn't done with her yet though, letting her soak a little before smirking, lifting Ingrid to brace her hands on the side of the bath and guiding her up on her knees. His hands squeezed gently at her ass, spreading her open to his hungry gaze. Ingrid felt exposed, but the scent of Vlad's arousal was tinging the air as he did this, and it made Ingrid hot knowing that was because of her. She could feel his smirk when his mouth touched the base of her spine, fingers teasing the crease of her thighs but he wasn't touched where she wanted, where she needed. Ingrid was about to protest, but then Vlad's tongue was teasing at her ass and it felt strange and wet, new and unexplored before now - Vlad had fucked her ass multiple times but never with his mouth.
That was changing rapidly, the wet muscle probing at her ass and pushing her open and even though it was strange, fuck it felt good and Ingrid wasn't ashamed to admit (to herself) that she pushed back on it, Vlad's gratified groan vibrating against her. Bats only knew where he found it, but Vlad's fingers were slick with lube as they joined his tongue, stretching and teasing and licking until Ingrid was a writhing mass of nerve endings and pleasure. "Fuck me before I eviscerate you" Vlad actually chuckled, but pulled away and left her feeling empty, but his slick cock was soon pressing to her ass. "Ugh, your ass is fucking miraculous Ingrid" she would have answered with something suitably scathing or along the lines of "obviously", but she had forgotten how to speak by the time he had bottomed out, hips flush to the pale curve.
The first time Vlad had touched her here, it was on the condition he had let her do it to him first. She expected it to be alright, but the nerves there felt intense pressure and then mind-numbing pleasure, different to the usual sensations of sex and she had never felt so "full". When Vlad and Malik had taken her together, it had been the single most unbelievable experience of her unlife and she couldn't deny she wanted more of that. Right now, Vlad was thrusting gently, working her body open so he wouldn't hurt her when he really fucked her. Ingrid pushed back, gripping so hard to the baths edge the ceramic cracked beneath her fingers.
She could indulge the electricity sparking between her and Vlad whenever they touched for now, when she was pregnant and questioning paternity. After that was not on her mind, but if it came to it, Ingrid knew she could give Vlad up. She just had to find someone who could make her come like a supernova and who wasn't her brother. That would be an improvement, because while Vlad had dedicated himself to learning how to make Ingrid scream, they were still brother and sister. And that meant it could never be more, not that she wanted it to be. Nor could anyone outside the ccastle know. Though Ingrid wasn't planning to publicise the fact she got wet and hot and desperate just from feeling the thick cock in her mouth, from Vlad's fingers in her hair.
Vlad started moving harder, withdrawing to the tip and burying himself deep again with each snap of his hips. His stamina was unmatched by any vampire she had ever met, the only vampire to ever totally wring her body out completely with pleasure and need. And Ingrid had been with more than her fair share, particularly in those four years alone. Those memories fell away as Vlad's hand slipped beneath her, rubbing her clit until she clamped tight on his cock and shattered, coming so hard she almost blacked out and gasping for air she didn't need. Vlad whimpered and spurted, filling her and all but collapsing on top of her, sloppy open mouthed kisses pressed shakily to her shoulder.
They eventually pulled apart, both collapsing into the tepid bathwater and panting. Vlad pulled her to his chest, stroking her body almost tenderly and chuckling breathlessly. "Should clean up, drink and sleep. Gonna have a half fang to explain a lot to." Ingrid hummed, unable to form words yet and undeniably comfortable like this. His fingers tingled lightly where they traced over her skin, cupping her stomach and she just knew he was smiling as the baby moved. Realising this was far, far too intimate a gesture in this position, and knowing she was so, so weak for Vlad right now, Ingrid pulled away and didn't turn to face him, scared to see his expression betray disappointment.
She cleaned herself up and climbed out, knowing Vlad was watching as she dried off, deciding if it was worth flitting off in just a towel or whether to give in to the urge to sleep next to Vlad again. Sighing internally, she dried her hair off while he was draining the bath and wrapped a hand around his wrist, pulling him to his thankfully-cleaned coffin. Vlad was silent as he joined her, but not totally complacent as they lay together, rolling practically on top of her and kissing her deeply. Ingrid couldn't find the energy to fight him, their mouths testing and tasting and knowing the other.
It was there in his eyes when they seperated, shining with unspoken emotions. He didn't say it, and Ingrid was relieved because if he did, they would have to stop. And whether she admitted it to herself or not, Ingrid did not want to stop this. Vlad kissed her again, one hand cupped her jaw while the other curved over her hip, holding her in place so his tongue could trace her lips, both of them murmuring nonsense words in the spaces. Her hand found him hard again (where did he get the energy?) and she pressed their bodies together again, sore and overstimulated but she needed him, needed this.
He slipped inside her with a quiet gasp, not moving for long moments as they both shook from the heady joining. When he finally did move, it was soft and rocking motions, barely withdrawing an inch at a time as though he couldn't bear to be parted from her body. They both came quietly, as soft as the whole experience and Vlad didn't hesitate to wrap her tight in his arms, steel grip holding her to him the entire day as they slept.
He was stiff when they woke, concerned now the emotional upheaval was a whole days sleep behind them. Ingrid had no more desire to deal with it than he, so she turned and kissed him, masking the concern with lust as he hardened against her. He ducked down, nipping at her throat and pushing her onto her back to mouth down her body, sucking hard at her nipples and Ingrid couldn't help arching up into his mouth, soft and wet and desperate for her.
Vlad kissed at the rounding of her stomach, almost nuzzling before he was back between her thighs, always so eager when he got there. She could feel his fangs were down, a sure sign he was wild with desire right now. When he deemed her wet enough, had her squirming on his fingers with his cool breaths against her he moved back up, cock hard as it sought his goal. This wasn't as soft as just before they slept, but not as rough as he had been before that, a heady medium as they moved against each other. "Ingrid" he breathed her name against her neck, sinking his fangs down as he came and Ingrid was powerless against the waves of heat and pleasure and emotion, falling apart beneath her brother.
His tongue smoothed over the bite mark tenderly, healing it before he kissed her again and pulled away. "We should check on the half fang." He looked almost crushed by the idea of moving away from her, the strange thing they had let build for too long without parameters thick in the air between them and it was so easy to let the barriers reform when he wasn't inside her. Vlad kissed her again, desperation edging the contact before he finally climbed out of the coffin, wiping himself off and pulling clothes on.
"I'll go. You... do your thing." He seemed to trail off almost sadly, knowing how Ingrid could pull away when they weren't intimately twined. It was as much a confirmation of his feelings as if he had vocally declared them, and as the door closed behind him Ingrid felt a rush of suppressed emotions well up in her chest. No. She was Ingrid Dracula, and this meant nothing. Swallowing back the lump in her throat, Ingrid lifted some of Vlad's jeans and a jumper that was a little snug on him - she needed something to get back to her own things in and not looking amazing as possible with her limited options was out of the question.
Safely back in her room after possibly her fastest flitting ever, Ingrid selected an outfit and climbed into her own shower, rinsing Vlad's scent from her skin and feeling some of the emotional weight soak away. Brushing her hair in front of the blank mirror of her dressing table - she could always see behind her, it wasn't just for appearance - Ingrid felt the baby kick, cupping the bump with a fond smile few would believe her capable of. It was only a few months to go, to find out both what she was having - and who by. Vlad was dying for it to be his, to have a solid link to Ingrid and to be a father regardless, she knew that every time his eyes lit with wonder as he felt a kick or roll.
She had zero doubt even if the baby was a boy who looked identical to Malik, Vlad would fall in love with the little creature and blur the lines between uncle and father almost immediately. He was already the father, just waiting for the child to be born. She had no plans to, but Ingrid knew if she said she wanted to leave and never look back, leaving the baby behind, Vlad would take them on without a moments hesitation. And that made her ache inside, with a mix of relief for the safety of her offspring and a desperate desire to lose the feelings she had for him.
Stomach rumbling a little, Ingrid went to the kitchen. The half fang was there with Vlad, staring at a goblet of blood while Vlad sipped at a bottle of soya. "You remember Ingrid?" Vlad's voice was flat, emotionless but Piers was clearly in her thrall, staring at her in something like awe. Or maybe that was just because she was Ingrid Dracula, most beautiful vampiress to disgrace this planet. It was hard to say sometimes. Vlad eyed her dress, gaze lingering briefly on her abdomen but not a total giveaway - she was showing, but her dress didn't totally hug her curves like most did and it was just about disguisable for now. Not for much longer though... They had some explanations to make with this new addition.
-YD-
The plan is next chapter is about Piers, the last chapter about the baby and then should be done. That's the plan any way...
