Hunchback's was a fine-dine eatery to say in the least.
With the best chefs in Transylvania, Ericka could see why it would be so difficult to try and dine there at times. A reservation would more often than not have to be booked weeks in advance, sometimes even months. Thus far her boyfriend, the one and only Count Dracula, had only been successful in ordering to go. But tonight he had promised to take her out to dine there, something that he claimed to have set up some time ago. Ericka had been excited to go, wondering what kind of atmosphere a dining establishment like this would have and glad to be sharing the experience with Drac. Presently however, she sighed, scraping her fork across the plate as she stuffed another mouthful of food into her face. It was delicious, sure - the bitter taste of the cockroach paste complimenting the fried scorpion well - but she wished that things had gone differently.
Things didn't seem off to a bad start when she had arrived to the place, decked out in a brand new fiesta-styled romper that was adorned with voluminous frills at the hems. Other couples were equally as extravagant in their attire - claws trimmed, teeth filed, and any horns, tentacles, or other extremities of the like polished to perfection. It didn't raise any concern at first when he hadn't shown up right away. As the manager of a hotel, it was only natural that he'd be caught up with some business, whether it was a clogged toilet or a call for housekeeping to clean up the mess a guest may have left in the lobby.
It wasn't until half an hour into waiting that she began to worry. Her fingers drummed against the tabletop in a restless manner as she began to recognize couples who had entered earlier and now departed. Some shot curious glances her way as they passed her table, likely wondering why she was all alone and with no food. By the time it was 1:30 am - a whole hour and a half after the time Drac was supposed to meet her - she waved the waiter over and informed him that she would be leaving.
"Are you sure?" the friendly gargoyle had asked. "You're free to stay as long as you'd like."
But Ericka shook her head. "No. I'm sure. I haven't got any word back from my date, so who knows."
The waiter gave her a sympathetic look and allowed her to take home an order of their special for the night at no charge. Now, she was finishing up the last few morsels within the confines of her suite when a sudden knock sounded on the door followed by a muffled voice calling for entrance.
"Ericka? Honeybat, are you inside?" she recognized the accented voice of Dracula call out.
Despite her disappointment in him standing her up, she couldn't help the flutter in her heart that arose as she made her way to open up for him. "Drac? I'm here. What's going - OH!"
Ericka stopped mid sentence as she took in his state of appearance. His immaculate black suit was rumpled and stained with a questionable yellow substance on its lapels. His hair hung in wild tousle around his pointed ears, and his pale skin seemed even more pale than usual. All in all, he was a pure mess.
"Honeyfangs!" she exclaimed in surprise.
"I know! I know," Drac said, raising his hands as he entered. "But sweetheart, you must understand it was out of my hands, and I'm so, so, SO sorry to have kept you waiting and - "
"Drac!" she exclaimed again a little more forcefully, and he quickly stopped his ramblings. She brought him over so that he could sit down on the edge of the bed before continuing. "Just tell me what happened."
The Count's brows furrowed and he flailed his arms out. "Tinkles happened! Tinkles and his group of mutts! First he ruined the wedding of Mr. and Mrs. Gremlinburg, and then he and the dogs chased the Bones family out from the reception party! Oh, Ericka, it was a mess!"
She looked him over, his ghastly sight confirming it so. "I can see that," she said with a grimace.
The vampire gave a sigh of defeat and slumped in his posture. "I know you wanted tonight to be special, coffin cake, and here I had to ruin it for you…" He sighed again and buried his face in his hands with embarrassment. Ericka reached out and patted his back comfortingly.
"Sweetheart," she began, "it really isn't your fault. It happens sometimes. Hunchback's isn't going anywhere any time soon, and I'm sure there will be another opportunity."
Drac lifted his head up, giving her a rather somber look. "Still, my love, you deserve to be treated better." He sat up straighter and took her hands in his. "Please, Ericka, my sweet blood orange, tell me what I can do to make it up to you. The night is still young, and I'm sure we can find some way to occupy our time."
Ericka smiled gently at the vampire, her eyes holding no small amount of love as she gazed upon him. "Well," she hedged, trying to sound as casual as possible, "honestly, I was just about to switch out of these clothes into something more comfortable..." She gestured to her outfit, which Drac came to truly notice for the first time since bursting into the suite all disheveled. She looked gorgeous with the sleeveless top that hugged her petite form perfectly and extended down as slacks that accentuated her stunning curves in the most flattering manner. Her usual purple eyeshadow and pink lipgloss were traded for a darker shade of black and crimson red lipstick. The vampire felt his face flush as she inched closer to him involuntarily and peered at him through the lashes of her half-lidded eyes.
"You can help me out if you want," she whispered huskily as her fingers guided his hand to the zipper on her back and began to tug.
"O-oh! Eh heh, err… um… sure!" he stuttered, nervously trying to compose himself. She giggled and rose from the bed so that her back faced him where he sat. He swallowed down the last of his nerves as he slowly resumed the task of pulling down the zipper, watching with transfixion how it slid down the length of her back and began to reveal the creamy skin underneath. Ericka shivered slightly with forming goosebumps as she felt the fabric of her clothing loosening and then being pulled away until she was simply clad in a lacy white bra and panty combination.
She heard Drac gasp audibly behind her and hoped that he could not hear how loudly her heart was hammering within her ribcage as he lightly traced his hands along her arms in a repetitive motion.
"You're beautiful, Ericka. So… so beautiful." he murmured reverently. A soft blush rose high on her cheeks and she shivered at the cool feel of his lips pressing against her bare shoulder blade. She leaned into his touch, feeling the lips move up the length of her neck, teeth gently nibbling at the right earlobe for only a moment and then finding refuge among the curls of blonde atop her head. Ericka moaned softly, and tilted her head so that her face could find his. His mouth immediately found hers, kissing her hungrily and deeply, with utter passion and fervor. Ericka responded instantly to his ardour, returning the kisses in kind, wrapping her arms around his neck as they pressed themselves together, their tongues meeting and mingling in an attempt to conquer each other's mouths. The pair clumsily fell back onto the bed together, a fit of giggles overtaking both of their senses. When Drac finally managed to regain his bearings, he gazed at Ericka, admiring her beauty from the head to toe. Then, he got an idea.
"Are you up for something new?"
Ericka smiled coyly, biting her lip ever so slightly before replying with a sultry whisper. "I'm always ready for you."
Drac couldn't help but smile at that. He kissed the corner of her mouth tenderly once more, and then brought his attention to the elastic rim of her panties. His fingers traced over the clothy material a few times, watching her slowly come undone with every stroke of the digits. Ericka's eyes were wide and dilated with lust when Drac looked to her for confirmation.
"May I?" he asked with a slight tug on the edge of the garment.
"Please," she breathed, her voice barely audible.
The Count obeyed her command with little hesitation, drawing the underwear down smoothly with a practiced ease as it parted from her skin and hit the carpet with an inaudible sound. He took a moment to just observe this new view of his love as she lay back against the bedsheets, one brassiere away from total nudity. The spot between her legs was exposed in all its glory; smooth, glistening thighs that led his view seamlessly to the most enticing sight of all: the slitted, pink entrance of her womanhood, framed by light bushy curls that matched in hue to her hair.
Ericka was watching him intently, curious to know what he thought of her, and eager for him to touch her. She felt vulnerable, exposed, and yet completely enthralled by how she'd fallen prey to Drac's charms. And the Count, as she found, did not disappoint. With a deliberate, dexterous move, his fingernails lightly grazed across the surface of her most private part, causing the Van Helsing to bite back the moan threatening to escape her lips.
"You're so beautiful, my darling," Drac whispered softly.
She bit her bottom lip again, trying to stifle another groan as he continued to gently trace her folds with his fingertips, squeezing and spreading the glistening labia with the utmost care. Her breath came out shaky and irregular, but she was too lost in the experience of having him touch her like this to worry about anything else.
When the pad of his thumb finally brushed over her swollen nub, she let out a whimper, unable to repress the need to express her arousal. His eyes darkened at the sound and cued the man to continue his meticulous exploration, slowly circling the small bundle of nerves until she writhed beneath him impatiently. A strange new sensation began to overwhelm Ericka's body, tingling through her veins and making her feel warm and languid all over. It started off as a low hum somewhere deep within her core, soon followed swiftly by a series of increasingly more intense waves that wracked her being. Toes curled, hips arched, and thighs clamped shut tightly around the vampire's hand, she gasped loudly when the feeling suddenly intensified to an unbearable degree. She tossed her head back, letting out a soft cry as flashes of white seemed to streak her bleary vision. His fingers continued to stroke the clit at a slower pace as she reeled down from her high. Eyes fluttering open, Ericka met his gaze as his lips curled into a smirk. An orgasm she could only assume, though the textbook definition that she had tried to educate herself with at one point in her youth lacked in description. Words on a page could never come close to describing the euphoria of the other-worldly sensation coursing through her veins, making her skin crawl with goosebumps, and causing shivers of pleasure to run down her spine. It felt so much better than anything she had ever experienced in her life – like pure ecstasy and then some.
Reality seeped into her consciousness once more when she felt the onslaught of his fingers leaving her throbbing center and retreating from her body. Ericka opened her eyes and lazily peered upward to find him watching her with amusement in his dark eyes. The sight made her smile weakly, and her stomach fluttered as heat pooled between her legs once more. She was beginning to get used to those sensations, but every time they resurfaced it left her craving for something that she was still so unfamiliar with. But despite the insecurity, she so desperately wanted to give him that pleasure in return. And perhaps she could… whenever that day came. At the moment she could do little more than lay splayed in euphoric afterglow on the cool bed sheets, allowing the sexual release to dwindle away. A few moments passed in silence before a low hum emitted from her lover's throat as he reached to gently stroke her cheek.
"I think that should hold you for now," he said softly, rising up. "Come. You should wash up."
Ericka nodded slightly as he scooped her up in a bridal style carry and over to the bathroom. His magic easily assisted in turning on the tap and getting it fit to the right temperature. Once set, he laid her within the tub, allowing her a moment of privacy to unclip the bra and place it aside on the countertop. She sank into the steaming water, releasing a breathy sigh of contentment. Dracula took the spare moment to quickly cleanse his hands of any evidence of their previous activities before returning to where she lounged.
"I love you…" Ericka murmured, closing her eyes in drowsy anticipation as his lips brushed against hers tenderly.
A soft chuckle rumbled in his chest as he kissed her again. "And I you…" He whispered. Drac nuzzled against her nose before leaning back and giving her one last gentle peck on the lips. "Now, enjoy the rest of your evening. I'm sure it's been a bit tiring for you."
Ericka shook her head. "Not really," she replied, but her words were just as quickly rendered pointless by an uncontrollable yawn.
Drac laughed. "Like I said, you've already had quite enough." With that, he gave her forehead a quick kiss, sweetly caressing her cheek and then turning out to the bathroom door. "Good night."
Ericka smiled as she settled beneath the bubbles, her "good night" muffled by the foamy mixture.
The satisfied vampire was able to change the sheets of her bedding and adorn it with a plush quilt prior to stepping out of the suite with a soft click of the door. He huffed out a breath he was holding.
What a night!
"Mmm-hmm, sounds like someone's getting it on in there."
Dracula nearly jumped a foot in the air at the sudden voice, not seeing anyone in the hallway. Then he looked to the doorknob, remembering the shrunken head that was there. It wore an expression of knowing on its face as she continued to speak to the Count. "I'm surprised she even still wants you, given how sad she was coming back up in her room."
Dracula rolled his eyes. "How could you even see her? Your eyes are stitched shut!"
"That may be true, but these ears can hear even the lightest pindrop, let alone the sighs of an unhappy girl." The head then raised an eyebrow. "Or that said girl's moans when a vamp slacking off work drops by to go to hit a home run with her!"
Drac groaned as the blush from his cheeks extended to his ears. "We didn't DO anything. She's not ready yet."
"Mmm-hmm, keyword 'yet.' That day is coming sooner than you think, believe me. And when it does, you'd better make sure either you or housekeeping clog my ears with cotton. The whole floor would probably be able to hear you guys at the rate you'll be going. I don't doubt you've got a little something growing in your pants right now!"
Drac frowned, wanting to curse the shrunken head for being correct. But, he didn't do anything rash, and instead stitched the head's mouth shut for the time being. The head protested, trying to muffle out something akin to "I'm right, aren't I!" as he made his way back to his corridors. One word repeated over and over in his mind as he was trying to cast out the fantasized images of Ericka's nude body from his mind and remind himself that it would be her call for when it was to happen.
Soon.
Soon.
Soon.