Question: If you had the chance, would you eff the vampire king?

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Chapter 31: Bras are a Nuisance

Terra slept in warmth, dreams coursing through her body, running down her spine, fingering the clasp on her bra, trailing down her thighs...

She woke up.

The touches did not go away.

Her heart contracted and icy fear, mixed with the heat of passion, filled her.

"You found me," said Terra, even as her back arched against his claws.

"You didn't think I have friends in high places? I'll always find you." His voice was pure man. She wanted it.

All of him.

But how to tell him... besides, he'd just laid a big lie on her earlier, why should she be feeling so passionately for him less than two hours after she'd nearly castrated him?

But still, she could not ignore the tangles of desire that fought against her resistance.

She realized then, that he was straddling her legs, his shoulders were leaning against her.. sparsely covered ass, and he was nipping her shoulders.

The blood was disappearing in his lusting mouth, and she struggled to push her self up on her arms. In a split second, she turned, intending to catch him and throw him from the bed, and possibly escape; instead, she found herself beneath a heavy Count Dracula, one hand pinning hers above her head.

"Thought you'd run away again did you? You need me for more than just sex Terra. Don't think I'm just trying to hop your train or any of that nonsense.

I want only you," he whispered, his eyes ablaze as he slid down her body, feeling her muscles contract against him. "Don't worry. I will make you feel... so alive. Trust me."

Trust... trust him?

About to protest, she was cut off abruptly as a groan escaped her throat, and her claws clenched the sheets next to her as her back arched. "Count!"

"Trust me," he growled into her thigh, smiling as he nibbled the connecting flesh between her thigh and crotch again. His hands were winding into her underwear, his hair was everywhere, a black fountain of lust showering her in fiery kisses that forced her into incomprehension.

"Never," Terra gasped, though she made no move to stop his wandering hands. Like spiders, his hands crawled up her body, covering her breasts, fondling her neck and feeling her like an equisite doll.

Dracula, feeling victory nigh, lifted himself, showing Terra a venerable array of pale, alabaster flesh and muscle sculpted to perfection surrounded with a black shirt. He was slender and not at all gaunt, his body was perfect.

She gasped as she stared into his eyes, his beautiful, sapphire eyes.

"I love you."

I love you.

"No," she protested, trying to push him away. He grabbed her hand, pressing it into his chest. She could feel his steady breathing, the deadness of his chest, the lack of a heartbeat.

Her eyes were so green, so wide; when she looked at him, he felt her vulnerability.

"I love you." He convinced her, running his lips through her hair, whispering those words into her ear, caressing her sides and pulling her legs around him gently.

She resisted slightly when he shifted between her, then she stopped.

Her fear was banished when he kissed her again. His tongue traced the shape of her mouth, like twin roses of early bloom, soft and full. Her mouth opened and he explored her depths, ruthlessly claiming her mouth as his own with his fire.

"Vlad," she groaned when he pulled away, sitting up.

His eyes were hooded as he looked back at her. She felt the abscence of his hands against her skin. Surprising him and herself, she lunged for him. Her claws ripped into the fabric of his shirt, tearing it from his shoulders. Momentarily stunned, he could only sit and stare as this goddess of ivory and blood stripped him.

Her long, curved claws clashed with his belt buckle, bringing him around as she slid his belt out and tossed it away. He growled then, pressing her down into the mattress and twining his legs around hers.

"Don't start what you can't finish," he warned her, his eyes begging with her to deny the statement.

She didn't answer; merely ran her hand up his chest, over his neck and through his hair. Terra looked into his eyes as she pulled him to her, lips meeting as she growled back, "I'll make you finish it."

That was all the answer he needed and he flipped her over, lying back and sitting her atop his hips. She shuddered as he kissed her, lifting her against his barely sheathed need. His hands slipped across her back, and she smiled as he growled against her neck.

"What the hell kind of bra is this... stupid four ... hooks... women... don't need it..."

"Au contraire," she replied, hooking a talon beneath his chin and bringing his nose to meet her own. "I find them such a... fun barrier."

He snarled then, and she jumped as he solved the problem of her intricate bra; his talons shredded it to pieces as he ground their chests together.

Terra groaned, her breasts tightened as he slipped the remains of the straps from her arms, his face lowering to take her in his mouth. His hands held her ass, straddling him, riding atop him.

He pulled back, looking again at her slender form, marvelling in her shapely body, the way her neck curved as she panted, throwing her hair back.

Terra dug her nails into his bared back as he kissed her neck, fondling her hips at the same time. He was driving her insane. Brett hadn't ever made her feel like this. Sorrow filled her for a moment before another kiss erased the memory. That was in the past. She needed this now. Vladislaus was her blood and life, her only chance at life, in fact.

"Relax," he groaned into her curls, his hands suddenly pulling at her underwear. Her thoughts turned to him once more as he lifted her body, his dexterous hands tossed her lacey panties across the room.

"That's not fair," she whined at him. "I'm totally naked. You've still got your bottom half.. covered... " She trailed off as he rose above her, a devilish grin on his face.

"Who said I was going to stay covered?"

Her eyes followed him as his long hands slowly, torturously pulled down his zipper. Dracula smiled again as he watched her eyes darken as he twisted his hips slowly.

What a fucking sexy peepshow.

Terra was tired of waiting and grabbed him by the ass, pulling his hips on a direct course to her own. His pants-somehow, oh such a miracle- fell down and were also discarded as he collapsed with her on the bed.

A very passionate fight concluded as Terra returned the ripped underwear favour. "Now who's playing fair," he growled playfully at her, kissing her lips again as he pulled her chest against his. His other hand trailed lower and danced around her thighs.

"I don't play fair, and neither do you- shut up and... fuck me!"

"Will do," he said, face in between her breasts. "I think I'll give you a little... payback. Before we go any further love."

"Wha- ah.. ah..." She groaned, and descended into moans of incomprehensible curses against him as he kissed and bit her... privates.

His tongue flicked out, tasting her and she jerked against him, her legs tightening instinctively. He let his arms wrap around her thighs, lifting her to his mouth as his nails dug into her flesh.

Payback tasted so sweet.

"Count! God damn it stop teasing me... God ... agh. " He smirked into her thighs as his fingers explored her, testing her depths as she railed at him.

"God won't save you now..." He hissed, passion was more than present in his voice and in an instant he hovered over her, his hair falling around them.

"I wouldn't ask him to," she replied, sliding one hand down his back, to his ass, tracing around to his hips. She ran her hand over his sensitive parts and watched his eyes close, his mouth open as he panted.

Curling her fingers around her, she continued to play with him, watching his arms shake as he held himself steady over her. Finally, her ripped her hand away from his lower parts and settled his hips against hers.

He cast a quick look at her, then lowered his head to her neck. Terra felt him, at her entrance, hungry. Aching to be with him, she lifted one leg, hooking it over his hip. He slipped into her, and they both cried out, surprised at the sudden intrusion.

She smirked at him, but it was short lived as he thrust into her. Her groans came more rapidly now as he gained speed and depth, grinding into her with savage heat.

Both of her legs were wrapped around him now, and she screamed his name into the night. Her world exploded in a fragmented mirror of lights and shards of sound as he whispered in languages her brain couldn't make sense of. She felt him shifting, holding her body against his as he pulled her on top of him now.

He brushed her hair to one side, kissing her thoroughly before he caressed her neck with love.

Terra was shuddering against him and he pressed against her, lending their friction-created warmth to her body.

His fangs lengthed as the ensnaring pulse of her blood called to him. A siren song only the strongest could resist, passion and lust running like wild animals through her veins.

Her pain registered as a groan, low and long as he entered her again, pushing her legs apart as Dracula let her blood flow into his mouth.

Minutes later, he stopped drinking, feeling her weakness as she slumped atop him. He flipped her over again, drawing his claws across his neck. He winced as the cuts stung.

He lifted Terra's head, wobbling even in his grasp and whispered, "drink." She needed no second encouragement and her teeth enclosed the wounds, drawing his blood into herself.

She felt his mind grow closer, and suddenly she was a part of him, and he was part of her as well; and they reveled in their union as they let their blood run free during that night; joining together in passion that lasted throughout the entire night.

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You people better fucking review. Because I spent a good three hours writing this.

GOD. You'd think it wouldn't be hard to write some good smut, but it IS.

Dracula: -reading screen- I like it..

Hadasah: -burning eyes with acid-