One thing I like is that the YD fandom are really chill and relaxed. Other fandoms... not so much.
Also the rating of this story has gone up to M. I couldn't deny myself a hefty helping of Vlad/Ingrid smut any longer.
-YD-
Vlad's mind shut down; all he could think about was how badly he needed to have Ingrid there and then. She went willingly when Vlad lifted her onto her coffin, never losing the heated kiss that threatened to burn him from the inside out. Her hand shoved down into his jeans, squeezing his erection and Vlad groaned as she stroked him, felt him grow harder in her hand.
His hands pushed up her sleek black and red dress, squeezing her thighs before finding the waistband of her tights and pulling them down. She went for his belt buckle and Vlad had a crushing sense of dejavu - this was eerily like the last time they had sex, before she walked out of his life for what he had expected to be forever.
Ingrid's tights and boots hit the floor, pale thighs wrapping around his hips and Vlad let himself be completely, utterly lost for a minute as Ingrid bit his shoulder, pulled him closer until he slid into her waiting body. Fuck, she felt better than he remembered, soft and wet as she welcomed him in. Her soft moans vibrated against his thin t-shirt, nails sinking in to his upper arms where she held on tight.
There was no denying it - Vlad was out of practice, clumsy and teetering on the edge of overwhelmed but Ingrid seemed prepared for that. Or rather, she didn't say anything about it. Vlad watched, struck by her perfection, as Ingrid leant back until she was almost flat across the coffin, resting on her elbows and hiking her legs higher up his back. Vlad's next thrust clearly had a different angle, one that had Ingrid tilting her head back and moaning in satisfaction. The sound alone was enough to make his head spin.
Blood, he had missed this.
Her hips rolled up to meet his clumsy thrusts, body soon taking over on instinct and Ingrid responded beautifully, arching her back and making the most sinful little sounds, looking up at him with hooded eyes and teasing smiles whenever Vlad faltered.
She hadn't changed a bit. If anything, Ingrid's natural seductive allure had only grown. Vlad leant forward, bracing his hands on her coffin and hoping Adze was nowhere near, listening to the wood creak beneath them as Ingrid met his thrusts. She grabbed at his hair, hauling him closer and bending her waist higher to allow him high enough to let her kiss him. It was sloppy and heated and sent shivers down his spine.
Ingrid had a natural, indescribable skill for making Vlad feel like the world dissolved around them, that nothing existed beyond their rutting bodies, Ingrid's soft lips parting to let out those heated moans or crashing into Vlad's to fuel the fire. Her fingers tightened on his scalp, tugging harshly at his hair and Vlad let the disbelief that Ingrid was sharing in the climax with him wash away as white heat filled his senses.
They both came down from the peak slowly, two sets of ragged breaths all that broke the silence.
Vlad pulled out and went to rebutton his jeans, awkwardness threatening to close in with Ingrid so silent, even if she wasn't up and throwing him out the second they were done. Slender hands stopped him, Ingrid's coy smirk telling Vlad clear - they weren't done yet.
They made it to naked this time, Ingrid's endless miles of porcelain etched freshly into Vlad's brain as her dress and corset hit the floor. Then she made him pick them up, always commanding even when some would consider her nudity to be a vulnerable state. Vlad placed her clothes over the back of her chair, then found himself pinned to the wall by his naked sister. Wondering if she would still allow it, he turned them around, using one hand to hold her weight between him and the wall while the other pinned her wrists above her head.
Ingrid's challenging stare had Vlad nervous for a second, forcing it not to show; their power games never allowed for his nerves.
"You think you can dominate me?"
"I know I can. Don't forget Ingrid, I've done it before."
Ingrid expected submission, compliance and Vlad was always generally content to give it to her. But sometimes - not often, but sometimes - she wanted to be challenged, for it to be a fight for power. He took a risk pinning her like that, but Ingrid didn't try to stop him, even moving helpfully when Vlad shifted her to a better position so he could push back inside her. It wasn't the easiest position, because Vlad had to keep them both up - Ingrid couldn't use her hands to steady herself on him.
But when Ingrid struggled against his grip and moaned hungrily, Vlad figured it was worth it.
"If I had known to prepare, I would have brought argentalium shackles."
They added a second layer in the balance of power - if Ingrid wanted to, she could break his grip. Not only could she not break argentalium; they would drain her, leave her feeling powerless at Vlad's mercy. He had only gotten away with those a handful of times.
He expected an argument from Ingrid, but instead her eyes lit up, her muscles clenching around Vlad in the most exquisite way and his grip on her nearly slipped. Ingrid took the chance and moved her hands, grabbing his shoulders and leaving Vlad to place his hands beneath her thighs, holding her knees up higher to change his angle. Her nails scraped over his shoulder muscles, moans muffled in his neck and it made him burn.
Vlad wasn't even sure Ingrid was doing it to be quiet - she knew he liked it.
His skin broke beneath her nails when Ingrid came, biting at his collarbone and ensuring Vlad would have to be careful with his clothes for several days as she shuddered in his arms. Vlad watched rather than let his own wash through him, the sight of Ingrid's climax divine, incomparable.
By the third time, they actually made it into her coffin, the heat and urgency tended to and Vlad fought not to read into it when Ingrid let them keep the rhythm, didn't fight the lazy fuck that just about sapped all his energy away.
He had thought he was in good shape spending so much time training to 'burn off' his energy. Ingrid proved him wrong - he was exhausted.
"Don't be getting ideas about spending the day here."
Ingrid ensured to point out they didn't do things like post-coital sleeping or, evil forbid, cuddling.
"I'm not. Just trying to find the energy to move."
"Little brother all worn out?"
Vlad would be amazed if Ingrid was much steadier on her feet than he was, but it wouldn't do to point that out.
"It's gone daybreak and we both know I'm out of practice."
Ingrid hmm-ed to herself, apparently satisfied enough not to continue bullying him about his eight year dry spell as he managed to get out of the coffin, pulling on his jeans and just picking up the rest of his clothes. Both he and them were in dire need of washing to remove Ingrid's scent. Adze would blow her top, despite the fact she slept around and didn't want him herself.
He made himself not look back at Ingrid, made himself leave like she obviously wanted to and dashed back to his own quarters, tossing his clothes in the laundry and hopping in the shower. His shoulder stung where Ingrid had scratched it, leaving heat bubbling in his stomach at the reminder. He felt for the bruise she bit into him, pressing on it to remind himself it had really happened and ensuring he picked out a high-collar enough top for the next night before he pulled on his pyjamas and crawled into his coffin.
Vlad woke unsure if he had dreamed it all, though the injuries Ingrid left him with said otherwise. Vlad dressed, hoping not to run into his wife at all that night. He wasn't sure he would be able to keep the new level of satisfaction off his face. Eight years really was too long. Especially when one's primary sexual partner was Ingrid Dracula.
He didn't see Adze, but Vlad did have to be careful around Adam. He didn't want the innocent boy questioning Vlad's newly buoyant mood.
Ingrid, unsurprisingly, acted absolutely no different for the fact they had (in Vlad's mind) amazing sex three times that morning. Her eyes still filled with annoyance generally, though she threw him the odd heated, smouldering glances to throw him off his stride now and then.
Then when Adam was napping after a long gruelling session with his Maths and Algebra tutor, Ingrid threw Vlad up against a wall, kissed any semblance of coherence out of him before dropping down and unzipping his fly. Ingrid didn't exactly shy away from oral sex, but Vlad always had to know she was doing it because she wanted to, not simply for his pleasure. And it was absolutely a control thing - Vlad wouldn't dare risk her stopping, would do or say anything she wanted if it meant her soft pout around his hard cock.
Still, it had been a very long time since Vlad got a blowjob, and Ingrid was a fucking artist. His head fell back against the wall, hips pinned by her hands as Ingrid worked his erection with her tongue, swirling lazily around his tip and, just to get his attention, Ingrid let her fangs drop so Vlad could feel it each time her mouth moved down.
"God, your mouth."
Ingrid smirked around his cock, eyes glittering as he whimpered needily. Vlad let one hand rest on her head, not pushing or moving, just feeling the silken strands of her hair beneath his fingers as her tongue dragged up the underside of his shaft with measured, torturous slowness. He barely lasted five minutes, and that was when he was trying to draw out the pleasure. Ingrid swallowed him down; she always had, and Vlad found it impossibly hot.
The second she was on her feet and his trousers were fastened, Vlad switched their positions and knelt down, thanking Lucifer Ingrid had forgone difficult-to-remove tights that day. She looked bemused by his awkward choice when there was a table she could have sat on, until Vlad winked and lifted her legs over his shoulders. He had to support her weight, but Ingrid was being held off the ground and at the mercy of his hungry mouth.
He had actually missed this as much as anything, because Ingrid made the most erotic sounds possible when his mouth was on her. Vlad took a minute to test different strokes, remembering what made her moan and tremble as he devoured her. Ingrid's full body spasms were encouraging, her needy moans rewarding and her unique taste arousing. Vlad took it further, standing up with his hands wrapped around her thighs still, leaving Ingrid almost touching the low ceiling and powerless to change it as she tried desperately to not be too loud - Adze was home.
Her quaking body and rocking hips told Vlad she was close, her fierce grip on his hair as she flooded his mouth told him she was done, using a few teasing licks to draw out her climax until Ingrid growled at him to stop.
Vlad lowered her back down to earth, enjoying her overwhelmed expression and trembling limbs as she felt ground beneath her feet.
"Bonus points for creativity, I have to say."
"Was that a compliment?"
"Not quite, that just made up for the fact you're out of practice."
Blood still hot with Ingrid's effect on him, Vlad lowered his fangs and skated them over the side of her throat, the way Ingrid loved no matter how she denied it.
"Guess I'll just have to keep trying."
Ingrid said nothing, but when Vlad pulled back she was biting her lip and he suspected she had stifled a small moan or whimper at feeling his fangs. They both cleaned up and Ingrid redressed, undoubtedly tasting each other in their feral kiss and Vlad couldn't find it in him to care.
If Adam noticed anything different when he woke from his nap, hungry for lunch, he didn't give it away.
"What is this stuff?"
He was investigating the cupboards properly, and Vlad looked up to see the boy holding a jar.
"Peanut butter. You put it on bread for a sandwich... not really vampiric but it does the job when I'm hungry and lazy."
Adam stared at it, opened the lid and sniffed it, then dipped a curious finger in and licked it.
"Mmm. I might have to try it. Don't tell mum!"
The boy giggled, leaving Vlad's insides warm and soft as his unknowing son gave Vlad the first real indications of trust - an inside joke, no less. Adam put the peanut butter away - on the shelf he put his frequently used items that was lower down for him - and resumed rooting through the kitchen out of curiosity.
Vlad could work with this - spending time with Adam by night, sharing heated encounters with Ingrid by day. Of course, that assumed Ingrid wouldn't change her mind about engaging in sex with her brother... she could easily meet someone now she had access to VHC functions full of single males.
Then he had to account for his job, which took up far more of his time than Vlad liked, he hated leaving Adam and Ingrid in the castle while he went to work. Especially when Adze was home. He didn't dare hope there would never be a cataclysmic clash between Ingrid and Adze. His money would be on Ingrid, but the fight would spark a feud between their clans no matter who won.
Speaking of his job... Vlad was hugely behind on paperwork. And if Ingrid intended to start taking over his early mornings, he needed to start using some of his nights to work. Of course, Adam was far more important than signing constitutional amendments.
Adam ate his lunch eagerly, noticing nothing of the heated glances Ingrid would throw Vlad's way. Feeling his groin tighten, Vlad needed to distract himself.
"I have some Council work to do, then if you're all caught up on homework we can make dinner together?"
"Ok Vlad. I'll go get on that now!"
Adam scuttled off excitably, and Vlad watched him with a smile. He discovered by her expression that Ingrid was not any happier about Vlad and Adam bonding despite the recent sexual escapades. That wasn't why he was having sex with Ingrid, but it still stung to be reminded that she didn't want him to be her son's father.
He was good enough for her; but not her son.
Vlad made himself go and work, making a sizeable dent in his papers before he realised it was dinner time. That meant time with Adam. His legs and back were stiff, but a quick stretch dealt with that. Ingrid and Adam walked into the kitchen as Vlad was just pulling an awkward yoga position ( Bertrand taught him years ago to improve focus; it didn't) and gave him weird looks.
"What are you doing Vlad?"
"I was stiff from hours at my desk. All good now... want to make pizzas?"
"Yeah!"
Ingrid actually went to the effort of reminding him Adam couldn't find out he was his father that morning. Right before she went for his jeans, biting his lip roughly and Vlad felt like he would get whiplash from her mood changes. Still, Vlad knew what he was letting himself in for taking up with Ingrid again. He (carefully) tore off her dress, mouthing at the pale perfection of her body as they twined, going for what felt like hours before Ingrid kicked him out again.
Collapsing into his coffin with a tired grin, Vlad figured it was as good as he would get.
-YD-
Ahhhh, I feel so much better now!