My Last Regret
Dracula strode towards Aline, but she turned at the last second. He halted, but she could not see him, the steam on the shower's glass meant she could not see him. Her body was partially shielded by the steam, and the room was overpowered with the scent of cinnamon, sandalwood and vanilla. The Prince would make her yield to him, make her present herself to him like a female dog in heat.
Would her desperation be rewarded? Could the Prince even find it within his dark soul to do that? To let her supply him with the feeling that part of him craved so badly?
Aline had a feeling that she was no longer alone. Jemma would knock, so it could only be one person.
The Prince Of Darkness had her well and truly cornered, and there was no where she could run.
But she was confused. She could smell blood, and rubbed her hands over her body. It wasn't her blood, so Dracula must have already fed.
Or was it more basic? More primal? Did the Prince have an itch he needed her to scratch? An urge to satisfy?
Were they now simply man and woman?
Surely the domineering vampire could get frisky with any woman he wanted?
Right?
Aline started to shake, scared was not a strong enough word. She was petrified. It had been a very long time since she had gotten a leg over, and it would hurt. Especially with someone who could crush her bones by merely grasping them. It may well kill her, and unlike the people who claimed that having sex would not be a bad way to die, she disagreed 100%.
When her breathing hitched and she felt like coughing up her lungs, she knew she was in trouble. Her chest constricted, and it felt like her lungs were shrinking with each breath. She covered her mouth, in a vain attempt to stop from coughing, but she knew anything she did, the Prince would be able to hear.
Deep breaths Aline, try and take deep, calming breaths. If this is going to happen, I couldn't stop him any way. I just have to say yes, at least give my consent. But, he may well do it anyway, even if I said no...
Dracula bide his time by tapping his foot on the linoleum floor of the bathroom. The sound was inaudible, but he still did it. It was more out of frustration. He knew that Aline knew he was here, and that he would not leave until he got what he wanted.
But she was scared.
Ah, of course. I should have realised that sooner.
Aline wiped off the steam so the Prince could see her face and some of her collarbone now. She turned to her side, and a leg in front of her, so he could not see between her legs, and an arm cover her chest, so he could not see all of that.
"Dracula, this isn't a good time. I can guess what you want, and I have to be honest. I have not been with a man in an awful, long time. Whether I could even handle it is unknown. And I am injured, and...what if I can't please you? You give off a harrowing aura, so I have no qualms in saying that you would not hesitate in killing me for that".
Dracula ignored her, and moved towards her shower handle. She sucked in a breath.
She had to give in.
"Just mind the claws and fangs, no slicing things off and do not even think about getting me pregnant, or I will kill you. Okay, oh god".
The Prince merely laughed, a rich baritone that Aline loved. She felt herself shiver. Whether in suspense, or sheer terror, she could no longer distinguish between the two.
"Aline, I cannot have children anymore, otherwise I would have several children now".
Aline smirked.
"Good for you. It has been that long for me, my body may have well sealed up".
Her nervous laugh prompted the Prince to take a hold of the shower handle and step in to join the young lady.
"We'll see".
Aline refused to turn around, the idea of having claws on her body was not a good one. Hot water always made her body a little more sensitive, so she assumed that claws would dull that feeling. She wished to escape, run outside, risking bare wet feet on the staircase, and being naked and ashamed out on the streets.
Dracula hissed loudly before putting a hand on the large bruise on her back. She hissed and turned her head to look at him, over her shoulder.
"It hurts, leave it alone. Just listen, I will let you do this but if you do anything I don't like, I will let you know, trust me on that".
A pained hiss turned into a surprised squeak when she smelt and felt her shower gel being rubbed on her back. She did feel the tips of the Prince's claws every now and again, but she didn't feel on edge. Her guard was lowered, and she leaned back against the touch. The hot water washed off the soap and she smiled.
"You'll ruin your clothes you know, and that jacket is far too nice to ruin".
Dracula hummed in response and reopened the shower door. He put his jacket in the bath, and put his boots on the bathmat. The shower door was closed again, but the sound was masked by Aline gasping.
The Prince's skin was ice cold against her back, but it numbed the pain of her bruise. The heat mixed with the cold made for an odd feeling. Dracula pinned Aline's hands above her, and on the glass of the shower. His slow and methodical kisses on her neck were turning the woman into putty in his hands. A hand went on a breast and she sucked in a sharp breath.
But instead of tearing into her skin, or cutting a nipple, his palm rubbed over it. The Prince's other hand slid down onto her shoulder, and sloped down her stomach. Aline's sight was hazy, and any want to struggle against what was happening no longer existed.
She mewled when the exploratory hand went on the inside of her thighs. She wriggled and shook her head.
"I am not letting you claw there, I'll do it".
The Prince growled in disagreement. Before she could protest, he dropped to his knees and licked up the entirety of her sex. A lingering taste of her, and Aline was biting a finger. Her cheeks were as red as ripe tomatoes, and she was not going to make noises, she refused too.
When Dracula glared at her, she shrugged.
"What? I am trying to be civil. I don't want complaints made again. Stop it...okay, don't stop".
The Dragon smirked at her obedience.
"Fuck civility".
Aline's eyes widened and she giggled.
"Ahem, do continue".
After what seemed like an eternity of feeling wave after wave, each getting stronger, Aline's body wasn't giving in. Dracula stopped, stood up and kissed her. She angled her body, at a somewhat odd angle, so the hot water was between her legs. After the quick kiss, the Prince got back onto his knees and tried pleasuring her again.
Her now frantic beating the glass with her hands, and chewing on her lip meant that finally, with a forced out shout of his name, Aline had a long awaited orgasm. She felt euphoric, and very grateful.
She pulled the Prince up and kissed him with gusto.
"I think someone needs to take off those wet trousers. I won't stare at it, I promise".
Dracula shook his head, as Aline snickered.
"Slowly at first, I need to get used to you".
The Prince said nothing. He removed his dripping wet pants, opened the door, and threw them onto the floor. He turned Aline back around and placed his hands on her buttocks. She felt him press against her, and then slowly ease in. One of her hands hand curled into a fist and the other glued itself to the glass. Dracula sighed.
"Do not tense Aline, or it will hurt a lot more than it does now. Relax. Take a deep breath".
Aline did so, and the Prince filled her completely.
This definitely wasn't anywhere near as painful as she thought it would be.
It became very clear that both needed this badly.
And they relished it, appreciated it, took intense pleasure from the carnal act.
A soft light awoke Aline, who rubbed her eyes and looked at her window. The sky was getting lighter, and her curtain was doing nothing to stop it from coming through.
Dracula was still there, asleep, in her bed.
That surprised her, she figured as soon as she had fallen asleep, he would have left for the castle. It was, after all, still dark when they had lay down to rest.
Aline got up and rummaged through her blanket drawer, finding a black blanket. She placed that under the curtain, and that eliminated all the light. She walked into the bathroom and wrung out Dracula's jacket, trousers and dried his boots. She hung his clothing on some hangers and reentered her room.
The Prince was awake, but after shutting the door, and therefore leaving no light source in the room, she could no longer see him.
Within a split second, Aline was back on the bed and was now under him, again.
She sighed in mock annoyance and entwined her limbs with his.
Aline woke up some time in the early afternoon. She ate some brunch, ironed Dracula's jacket and trousers, and then sat, watching some TV.
Dracula awoke many hours later, and the sun had almost set. He got up and stretched. He barely remembered sleeping in a bed, but it had felt comfortable. He walked into the living room and Aline was facing the TV.
"Ah, Drac. Your clothes and boots are dry. It was the least I could do. You ready to go?"
The Prince found his clothes, folded up neatly on top of Aline's dinner table. His boots were under the table. He redressed and walked toward the young woman.
"Drac?"
Aline smiled wryly.
"Yes, I take it annoys you?"
The Prince stood right behind the sofa and stared down at Aline, before shaking his head.
"It does, and unless it stops, I will admonish you".
Aline took full advantage of that word, admonish.
"After last night, I doubt that means you would tell me off".
The Dragon just huffed, and lent down.
"Aline, be quiet".
He gave her a quick peck and then left her apartment.
Instead of feeling used, or like a harlot, she felt much better, and did not care if anyone else disagreed with what she did.
It was her life, her body, and she would do with it as she pleased.
She had just made love with the Prince of Darkness...
...and she could not give a fuck about what anyone thought anymore.