It was a little more difficult during the week that followed for Drac and Ericka to find some adequate private time together.
News traveled fast around Hotel Transylvania, and it had become no secret of the events that took place between them both after the monsterball game. And with how infatuated Dracula behaved, he was made an easy target for teasing little comments here and there - so much so, that he couldn't be anywhere near his Zing without his friends assuming that he was going to go all the way with her again for the evening. He could hear their voices in his head now.
Hey, there he is! The man of the hour!
Getting the goods after all these years, eh Drac?
Don't worry if you're a bit rusty pal, I know it's been a while for you.
Just remember: No biting and it will all go well!
He scowled as he remembered just how embarrassed he had been when his own father had called him out in front of the guests that were checking in. Vlad had been one of the first to know of his escapade with his Zing, given that the elder vampire's stronger sense of smell meant that he could easily scent Ericka all over him. Drac had been hit with a particularly good thought of her at that moment, and was behaving much more animated in his speech and action. Vlad had just so happened to be walking by the front desk - for who knows what - and smirked.
"Huh," he said to the guests, a gremlin couple from Budapest. "He's usually a grump! I'm surprised to see him so excited." Then he laughed, the jowls on his face shaking with the movement. "But hopefully a good dose of sex every other night will cure the crankiness right out of Mr. Tough Guy. I know it did for me!"
Dracula's eyes had widened, and his cheeks flushed red with both embarrassment and anger.
"OK DAD, THANK YOU."
The Count shook his head as he remembered how his response to his dad was met only with laughter. He couldn't face the guests after that, and had to ask one of the zombie bellhops to escort the couple to their room.
But Dracula didn't want to let the memory bother him. Instead, he adjusted his rather cramped position from where he was at, and made sure to keep a tight hold on the door with his magic to ensure that it remained closed. He tapped his foot and waited.
Surely, it would be any minute now.
Ericka sighed.
It had been an exhausting few days to say in the least. When her monster friends got word of her and Drac's consummation - how they did, she was not sure - they would not stop pestering her about the details. Eunice had stopped her for the third time that morning, begging her to "Kiss and Tell." Crystal had wanted to know if she was "sub or dom." Wanda had pulled her aside and given her an armful of contraceptives. Use them, honey, because if you forget - like I have every time I get in the mood with Wayne - you'll end up like me. Wanda had patted her swollen belly - the third or fourth pregnancy that Ericka had seen since living at the hotel - and then padded away to take care of her 300+ wolf pups.
Ericka stifled a chuckle as she packed them away in a drawer inside her room. Perhaps she could use it sometime soon, but the only way that would happen is if she could catch Drac alone so that they could perform the act to begin with. And that had not been all too possible in the last week. Her great-grandfather had mostly been the one to intercept her if she went off and tried to go up to Drac's chambers. He would tsk for a moment, crossing his arms, and then frown up at her.
You've been sneaking around my back, trying to SLEEP with Dracula again, haven't you?!
Ericka scoffed. So WHAT if I have? she thought. I am a grown woman! I have the right to sleep with whoever I want…
She frowned a little and began to discard her clothing in the hamper. She wrapped a robe around herself as she walked into the bathroom and began to fill the tub with water. Perhaps a hot bath would soothe her tense feelings on the matter.
Ericka poured some soap, allowing the frothy mixture to bubble a bit while she searched for a towel to have ready. Only, when she opened the closet, the drawers, and scanned the various areas for shelving within her suite, she could not find any.
Odd, she thought. Being that Hotel Transylvania was a five stake hotel - the equivalent of five stars in the human world - it was very strange to find that the room would lack such an essential item, especially when it came to monsters.
But didn't housekeeping come this morning to take care of the room?
Confusion crossed Ericka's mind, but she eventually shrugged it off. All this standing around and thinking about it was not going to get her to obtain what she needed. Sighing for a second time, she tied the robe's belt around her waist and made her way out of the suite. Luckily, when first arriving to the hotel, Dracula had shown her where to find all the amenities should she need extra or if she for some reason ran out, so she knew exactly where to go.
Thankfully, the towel room just so happened to be located only a hallway down from her suite. It would be a straight in and straight out trip. Nothing more, and she certainly wasn't expecting trouble.
Which is why it startled her when, in opening the door and reaching in to grab one of the fluffy white towels, a hand gripped her by the wrist and tugged her inside with great force.
Another hand clamped over her mouth to prevent any scream from escaping as the door was quickly slammed shut. She struggled for a minute, trying desperately to pry the hand away, but stopped when the figure presented himself to her in the dim light of the closet.
"Drac?" she asked incredulously when his hand pulled away.
"SHHH…" he whispered hastily.
She crossed her arms. "What are you doing?"
He kissed her in response, his lips rough as they moved hungrily against hers. She exhaled a small gasp after he pulled away, and stared at him in surprise.
"I wanted to spend some time with you," he explained.
Ericka scoffed and gestured around them.
"In a towel closet?"
Dracula grinned sheepishly as one of the towels fell from its place on one of the shelves and landed atop his head with a light thump. "Eh heh…" he began awkwardly. "It was the best place I could think of without everybody snooping into our business all the time."
"But, honeyfangs," she said, trying to sound reasonable, "think about it. Anybody could walk in on us!"
"I've taken care of that," he assured with a chuckle. Demonstrating, he used his magic to securely lock the door. She turned back to him and raised an eyebrow.
"You took all the towels out of the room so this could happen, didn't you?"
Dracula nodded in admission.
"And what if it had been a witch maid or zombie bellman who came in here instead?"
"I would have been able to tell who it was before they even came in. Vampire vision, remember?" He pointed to his eyes. She nodded, remembering how the special ability allowed vampires to see people or things before they came into regular view.
Then another question rose to her mind.
"How did you even get in without anybody seeing you?"
Drac waved a hand. "It was easy!" He shapeshifted into a mouse, hardly bigger than the size of her hand.
"Eh, squeak squeak?"
She shook her head, an amused smile coming onto her face. "Well, I guess it makes sense to me."
He shapeshifted back into his humanoid form and pulled her close.
"So, now that I've answered your questions, can we spend that time together now?" he asked hopefully.
Ericka didn't want to answer him right away, teasing him a bit longer as she looked at him with one of those mischievous grins on her face. "I don't know," she replied at last. "Why don't you tell me first how exactly you want to do this. Not a lot of room to actually lay down, you know."
She giggled as he backed up a step and accidentally knocked down another towel in the process. He joined in her laugh as well before hushing them again.
"I know that, my love. I have a thought… but first we're going to need to open this up."
He pointed to the robe's belt and she rolled her eyes. Obviously they wouldn't be able to accomplish anything with clothes in the way. But she didn't voice to him that it was a silly thought, and instead proceeded with its undoing. He in the meantime discarded his own shirt and brought his pants down to his knees with a simple magical snap of his fingers.
Once shed, Dracula stepped towards her, eyes dilated. A goddess, as always she was.
He scanned her form as though committing it to memory, wanting to remember every curve and dip. His manhood became responsive at her bare skin in all its glory, and he quickly tugged her to him for a deep, passionate kiss. Ericka melted into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing their bodies flush together. He crowded her against the back wall, another couple towels falling as he lifted her up effortlessly, the kiss still unbroken, and she wrapped her legs around his hips. Ericka's fingers played with the black locks on his head as she nibbled gently on his bottom lip with swift movements, eliciting moans from them both. Drac briefly parted from her, one hand holding onto her from the thighs as the other stroked his rapidly hardening member and brought it forth to her wet entrance.
She gave a little gasp as it breached her, though it just as quickly turned into a moan of pleasure when she felt Drac's long, slick length press firmly within her hot passage, filling her completely. Ericka wrapped her legs tighter around her waist, not caring much for the uncomfortable support that the towel wall was giving her, and knowing that she wanted to continue. It wasn't until now, right at this very moment, that the true pressure of the week gave way. It was almost painful how much she wanted him, and absence was making her itch with want far more than usual.
Adjusting her hold on his neck with her arms and her hold on his waist with her legs, she allowed herself to grind forward, feeling a rush as her sensitive clit rubbed against his pulsating length. Dracula moaned, the sound reverberating huskily in her ear like nothing she had ever heard before as he pulled himself almost completely out of her again, and then thrust deeply inside her in a steady, smooth rhythm. She held back a cry as her body clenched and writhed underneath him, the friction between them sending jolts of excitement through her. The feeling was incredible; it took everything in Ericka's power to restrain the "ooohs" and "aahhhs" coming out of her to a low volume, and more than once through her hazy vision did she see Drac bite down hard on his lip with his fangs to suppress a shout. The shelved wall behind her dug further into the small of her back as he picked up the pace, the wood creaking beneath their combined weight and creating a loud thumping noise, but she barely noticed as her orgasm built higher in speed and intensity.
The room around Ericka felt like it disappeared as all her focus was put solely on the sensations between her legs, and the man who was providing them. Dracula 's hips started moving faster and harder, the tempo picking up significantly, the intervals between his kisses - on her lips, her cheeks, her neck, her breasts - getting shorter and shorter each time. Every touch sent waves of pleasure and excitement rushing through her veins, leaving her lightheaded and weak at the knees, always making her afraid that her legs would give out from their standing position and ruin the moment. But Drac kept his firm grip, refusing to let her slip away from him until her peak was reached.
Finally, with the last burst of energy, she came undone in a flood of pleasure and ecstasy, the orgasm ripping through her like lightning and leaving her shuddering in his embrace. Her head fell against his shoulder, her breathing heavy, her heart pounding, and sweat sheening on her skin as he too gave in and bestowed a powerful release upon her. Ericka was still trying to catch her breath when she felt Drac lean down and capture her mouth in a soft kiss. It wasn't long enough by the time he pulled back. But then again, it was never long enough. But what she did receive in the time that she received it was always well appreciated.
Ericka sighed contently, enjoying the feeling of him still inside her and giggling at the ticklish feeling his lips left behind as they lazily smooched her jawline.
"Draaac," she whined playfully. "Stop it!"
Dracula breathed a laugh in her ear. "Sorry, sweetfangs, I can't help it." He smirked and moved one hand away from its resting place on her hip so he could run his fingers gently through her bright hair. "I'm just glad we didn't get interrupted this time."
Ericka smiled and leaned into the crook of his neck. "Me too."
The vampire nuzzled into her hair and she took the opportunity to turn her head towards him, the look in her eyes still full of desire. But, as he puckered once again to reclaim her lips, an unexpected creaking sound caught their attention. They froze midway as the wall of shelving behind Ericka ominously groaned, and then collapsed all at once with a loud crash, the towels mounted upon them falling and the boards clattering down. Dracula quickly moved the two of them over before the mess fell atop of them, speechless with surprise for a few seconds of stunned silence.
Then Ericka snickered.
And Drac followed suit.
"The shelves were old anyway," he said between his chuckles.
"Yeah," Ericka agreed. "Besides, I think the 'spirits of the towel closet' are trying to send us a message," she added jokingly, holding up one of the towels and gesturing to the mess their lovemaking had produced.
"Eh heh, yes, right." His face flushed a little red, but there was no mistaking how pleased he was with the outcome of his little plan. She let out a low moan as he removed himself from her, the remains of his seed dripping down the side of her thigh when he set her shaky legs back down to the ground. He cleaned it away with a few tender swipes of the towel and then went on to clean the rest of it off of himself. "There," he said resolutely. "Good as new."
Ericka smirked, about to quip a response, when a rattling knob sounded from outside the door. Her breath caught in her throat and she let out a small gasp. Someone was trying to enter, likely to investigate the crash of the shelves, and there was nowhere for them to go.
She turned to her Zing, question in her eyes before she even asked "Drac?"
He grabbed her wrist, gently this time, and whispered.
"Shhh. Don't worry. I have a plan."
She sighed. Didn't he always?
Margaret had been vacuuming all evening.
Thus far, everything had been rather quiet. No unusual activity among the hotel, especially since most monsters and guests were settling themselves for the day. She had just turned the corner of the hall to continue her cleaning of the carpet when, all of a sudden, she heard a large crashing sound coming from what sounded like the towel closet. It was so sudden that she jumped up in surprise, but was able to quickly recompose herself. Thankfully, she always came prepared to clean up a mess. After all, they were in a hotel with all sorts of monsters (some of which weren't too particularly clean per say). Grabbing her witch's broom that she and all the other maids in the hotel had, she carefully began to twist the knob of the towel closet open. It didn't budge at first, so she tried harder, pushing against the frame until it finally gave way a moment later. She stumbled inside and took a look within.
Right in the middle of the room was miss Ericka Van Helsing - or Dracula's girlfriend as most everyone also knew her as - in her robe. She seemed a little flustered as she looked back at Margaret with widened eyes and stood among a heap of broken shelves and scattered towels on the floor.
"Oh!" the witch exclaimed in surprise at her find.
"Hey, Margaret," Ericka replied. "Sorry about the mess. I was about to shower, but my room was out of towels so I came here. I tried to grab one from the shelf, but it just kind of fell apart on me."
Margaret nodded understandably. "It's okay, dearie. It happens sometimes, especially with how old this hotel is. I've been trying to tell the boss for a little while now!" She then looked at Ericka with a raised eyebrow. "But perhaps he'll work faster to fix the problems if you're the one to tell him."
Ericka flushed at the suggestion, and quickly nodded. "Heh heh, yep! I guess I could put in a good word the next time I see him." With that, she grabbed a couple of the towels from the floor and took them with her as she stepped out of the closet. "I'll see you around, Margaret!" she called over her shoulder as made her way back to her room.
"See you!" the witch called back to her with a friendly wave. Then, using her magic, she got to work in setting everything back to normal within.
Once out of earshot, Ericka let out a breath of relief. She peered down to the towels she was holding and began to sift through them
"Drac? Drac, are you in there? Oh gosh, I hope I didn't grab the wrong ones…"
"It's okay, love, I'm here," he answered back. He poked his mouse head from the between the two towels she was holding and gave Ericka a wink. She smiled back at him.
"So," he said. "We're going back to your room, are we?"
Ericka nodded. "Yep. I really do have to take that bath. I've got room in the tub for one more if you want to join," she suggested with a purr-like tone.
The mouse's lips upturned in a sly smile. "Absolutely."
And so, as the two lovers headed back to Ericka's suite, they were oblivious to the ejaculation-covered towel that Margaret discovered while cleaning inside the closet.