To say Ericka knew about sex was about the same as saying vampires knew about the sun.
Sure, Drac knew what the sun was and what its function served, but he had never actually experienced even a simple frolic in the bright rays. For him, of course, there was an excuse. If he should go out in the sun, he would burn to a crisp. For Ericka, however, there really wasn't much of an excuse for why she wasn't properly explained the act of intercourse. She certainly was not a stranger to the subject. She had studied the sciences during her homeschooling, anatomy included, and learned all about the male body. Though, the act was mostly done in her family line for the sake of continuing their descendants. Her great-grandfather could hardly recall a detail about who her great-grandmother was or what happened to her after she gave birth to her grandfather. But there was also the other purpose for the act besides having children - the pleasure. And after being with Dracula as a boyfriend, she was now seeing the male body in an entirely new way. It didn't help that he was so stunningly handsome, either.
She could feel her cheeks burning up at the way he had removed his flowery Hawaiian shirt to join her and the rest of their friends at the pool for a game of monsterball. His well-toned muscles rippled as his bare chest was exposed, the pale skin perfectly smooth and sculptured, the way it had been for centuries now. Today, she sat the watery game out, choosing to remain on the sidelines with the other monster wives who were cheering their husbands on, and occupying her time in between cheering for Drac to explore the topic of her interest further. Earlier that day she had sifted through many of her old items and unearthed the anatomical books that she hadn't seen in years, some of which she read inconspicuously as the other ladies were distracted. It was the same material she had seen all those years prior, but this time, she took care to memorize and analyze every aspect of what was detailed.
A big splash followed by a whooping cheer tore her gaze away for a brief moment, and when she looked up she saw that Drac and his teammates - Murray the mummy, Wayne the werewolf, and Frankenstein - were celebrating the scoring of a point against Johnny, Vlad, and Griffin the invisible man. Ericka blushed as she looked from the book to her boyfriend, wondering just what the Count looked like without those simple white swim shorts that concealed the rest of his physique. Would he be big? Attractive? What would the skin feel like? Did vampires bite during the act? How well would her tunnel accommodate to his manhood? They were all questions that were swirling around in her mind as she stared at the illustration on the page of the male genitalia.
"Phew! Good game, eh sweetheart?"
Ericka gasped, quickly slamming the book shut and stuffing it back underneath the pool chair's cushion as Drac approached her, drying himself off with a towel. She blinked in surprise as she glanced over to the pool and saw that the other monsters had all exited the pool too.
"It's over already?" she asked.
Drac nodded as he tilted his head to get water out of his pointed ear. "Yes. That point I scored was the winning one for our team. You weren't watching?"
"Oh no...no, of course I was," Ericka said, trying hard not to look embarrassed. "I'm sorry. My mind just kind of wandered the last quarter."
"Oh, yes?" He smirked, crouching down beside her. "And what were you thinking of, my love?"
"Er... well..." she flushed as she fumbled for an answer that didn't seem so perverted. "Us," she finished weakly.
He found the way she responded a little amusing, and chuckled lightly. "Us, huh?"
Ericka nodded, unable to meet his eyes.
Drac reached and hooked two fingers under her chin to make her look up at him. The mischievous glint in his blue eyes made the redness deepen in Ericka's face, but still she couldn't stop staring at those beautiful orbs, so bright in the moonlight. "Well... I was thinking about us throughout most of the game, too. It's a little hard to focus when your zing is sitting only a few short yards away." His grin widened as he leaned closer, bringing his mouth dangerously close to hers. "But now, I get to have her all to myself..." The vampire then closed the gap between them with a little growl of desire. Ericka let out a small squeal but gave into his kiss, opening her mouth beneath his and eagerly returning the gesture. His tongue danced over hers, a soft sound emitting from his throat as he pulled her closer and -
"Eeew, Dad, no!"
Mavis's startled voice makes Ericka pull back sharply from Drac. The redness in her cheeks reaches a new high as she stares, mortified at the Count's daughter and the other monster onlookers who hadn't quite left the pool deck when their make out session had started. Mavis looked revolted. Johnny was a bit thoughtful. Vlad was smirking with his arms crossed. "I say these two get a room!" the elder vampire remarked. "Speaking of which, I'll be heading back to mine, if any of you ladies care to join one of the winners..." He winked particularly at the three witch ladies who constantly fawned over him, and they swooned as the trio followed him back inside. Only Mavis and Johnny remained.
Dracula chuckled awkwardly. "Eh heh, Johnny, isn't it date night for you two?"
The redhead gasped. "Date night?!" he exclaimed happily and turned to Mavis. "He's right, honey! Come on, come on, let's get going! I've got so many great ideas already for how we can celebrate the win!" He dragged the still speechless vampiress away with him and out of sight.
Drac turned back to Ericka and laughed again. "And I've got my own plans for date night," he whispered with implication. His hand wandered down to her hip, but before he could go down any further, she snatched him by the wrist.
"Save it for the bedroom," she said with stern playfulness.
Drac grinned wickedly. "As you wish!" he replied, hauling her over his shoulder in a fireman's lift and speeding away indoors. She yelped in surprise and tried to wriggle free from his grasp.
"Drac!" she squeaked.
"Hmm hmmm?" he hummed, ignoring her struggle to loosen herself.
"Put me down!" she ordered.
"What was that, honeybat?" he cooed teasingly.
"I said put me down!"
"Okay, if you say so."
And with no warning whatsoever, he dumped her unceremoniously onto the bed. She had no clue how they had gotten there or whether he had brought them to his chambers or hers, but what she did know was that he was atop her, weighing her down and kissing her senseless. He pressed his tongue against her teeth and, granting him passageway with the parting of her lips, allowed it to slide inside and explore. She gave a small mewl of pleasure and ground herself deliberately against his hips, eliciting the low rumble from deep within him. He sat up, drawing her along with him, so that their bodies were flush. In an instant the white sunflower-patterned tunic dress was practically ripped off her body, revealing a luscious expanse of ivory skin that was adorned with an alluring two-piece strapless bikini. Drac ogled at the full beauty of her femininity, trying to memorize what he could with sight, and allowing his hands to do the rest. His hands roamed up her sides, caressing her arms, her hips, her bosom and anywhere in between he could grasp. A shudder ran through her body as he lightly ran his nails down her back, feeling the ridges of her spine under his fingertips... and then reach for the ties of the swimsuit top. As though a switch had been clicked in her mind, Ericka became all too aware of what was happening and it suddenly was overwhelming.
"Drac," she breathed, pushing away from his advances. He noticed her seeming discomfort and quickly made to apologize.
"Sweetfangs, what's wrong? Did I do something? I'm so, so sorry my love I -"
"N-no no!" She quickly interjected. "It's just, well, I never have... uh... I haven't actually..." She bit her lip, feeling slightly ashamed for what she was trying to say. Dracula beat her to it though with an understanding nod.
"You've never had sex."
Ericka flushed in embarrassment. "Well, uh, I was going to say 'made love,' but yes."
Dracula gave a small chuckle at her expense. "I had a feeling," he admitted.
Ericka looked up at him with an embarrassed expression. "That obvious, huh?"
Dracula simply chuckled again and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. "There's no need to be embarrassed, sweetfangs," he reassured her. "I'd be more than happy to provide you the opportunity. That is..." The Count broke off with an awkward laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. "If you would like it."
She blushed a dark shade of red and recalled everything that led up to this moment. Their first meeting on the cruise ship. How wonderful he was on the cruise. Their first few timid kisses that had evolved into heated make-out sessions. And now, he wanted this with her, to consummate their love and become one with each other. Ericka was so thankful that it was Drac giving her this experience. He was a sweet, honest vampire who was only looking out for her best interests; someone she could rely on when needed. Someone who trusted her enough with his deepest thoughts and feelings.
Ericka could nearly feel herself getting teary eyed as he looked down at her with a look of pure adoration. Yes, this was what she wanted, and there was no turning back now.
With a girlish grin, she nodded confidently up at him. "Yes, I would."
He smiled and leaned in to kiss her again, but she quickly interjected.
"Wait!" she said, "Can you uh, um, go slow for me, please?"
Dracula nodded with a smile. "Of course, my love. I was going to anyway because, eh..." he cut off with a sort of embarrassed laugh. "I am a little out of practice."
"Can't be any worse than me," she replied with a laugh, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Now, shut up and kiss me."
Dracula obeyed, and situating her better, kissed her deeply. They easily picked up where they left off, the soft touches and kisses growing in passion, and the pale hands of the vampire accomplishing wonders on her skin. He untied the band of her bikini top in two swift motions, freeing her breasts from their confines. He scanned her face as if looking for permission, and with a nod of her head he proceeded down her body, cupping one of the spheres in his hand and pressing heated kisses to the other. Her shape fit perfectly into his palm, and he kneaded at the swell until the nipple hardened into a firm nub. The man's mouth moved lower and suckled at the bud, lapping at it with such enthusiasm that she let out a soft moan of pleasure. Ericka could barely contain herself any longer as he repeated the action with the second breast, this time teasing at the nipple with his sharp fang and applying pressure at irregular intervals.
"Drac," she managed to gasp out between her moans. "I-I... I need you. P-please. I need you so badly. Take me and make me yours. Now."
Dracula hums a reply, the sound vibrating against her bosom in a pleasant way before removing himself from her body with a satisfied grin. She felt bereft, the cold loss of him causing her arousal to stir once more, but she was still panting hard, trying to catch her breath. His lips traveled down to rest over hers again, kissing her gently in an attempt to placate her need. But he knew the root of her need lay elsewhere.
With some difficulty he had pulled himself away from her, grabbed hold of the white swim shorts around his waist and yanked them off, tossing them haphazardly across the room. Ericka's eyes widened as her gaze immediately zeroed in on that part of him, the male organ attached to the man who would bestow its favors upon her. She swallowed thickly as she came to realize how long and hard he was for her. She was expecting the possibility of her boyfriend being endowed, but to actually see it be a reality was a whole other thing. The Count's eyes seemed to darken, and a hungry look of desire overcame his features as he stared at her figure, sprawled across the soft linen sheets with the moonlight from the window bathing her skin in a bright halo-like glow. Her breasts gently rose and fell with each breath she took in anticipation of his next move. She had a feeling she knew where he would go next, the only barrier that remained between his and her body - her panties.
As if in repetition of the night where he'd made up for missing dinner at Hunchback's, he drew the material away from her shapely legs, only this time it was with the use of his magic rather than his hands. She could have sworn she saw his cock twitch as he noticed just how wet she'd become in that moment. The expression he wore was almost akin to a predator about to decimate its prey, bordering animalistic with a gleam of pure, unadulterated lust. Ericka felt as though she were paralyzed, unable to do anything but stare back at him through half lidded eyes, waiting for him to do anything...anything at all. The tension was palpable enough that even the sound of her own heartbeat was deafening, its rhythm sending blood pumping rapidly through her veins.
Then, his hand reached for his member.
In almost slow motion he brought it forward until it made contact with her center. Ericka shuddered as she felt the tip rub against her womanhood and then slowly pushed inside. Shaky breaths left her lungs as the images from her anatomical books played through her mind once more, making her realize that the man before her was aiding in making those depictions a reality.
Dracula himself was in ecstasy. It had been nearly a century since he had last had any sort of sex, and to share this moment with his new zing, Ericka, felt like a blessing. Her tunnel was tight but welcoming, the damp heat of her walls clutching around his member with a firm hold. He wished he could give into his instincts and pound into her, ravage her body and make his erotic fantasy come true, but he knew he couldn't. For her sake. She was still inexperienced to the whole situation, and he did not want to frighten her with his strong desire. If he wanted to be with her tonight, it needed to be planned out perfectly. Ericka in the meantime was faced with a myriad of emotions and sensations whirling around her. At the forefront was pain. The penetration had hurt like a knife cutting into her tender flesh, the discomfort causing her eyes to water a little with tears. But then there was ecstasy. His large erection was pressing deeply inside of her, stretching the muscles surrounding her entrance in a new and foreign way that felt so good she thought she might cry.
"Oh my god," she said softly with a whimper, her voice almost gone as she clung tighter to him.
Dracula leaned his forehead against her ear for just a second, taking comfort in her soft scent. Her hair smelled of lilacs and vanilla. Her skin felt like velvet. Her body seemed tense and anxious in contrast to his languid, relaxed movements.
"You feel really nice," he groaned huskily, feeling himself getting more aroused by the minute.
"You too," she murmured, but then grimaced as he slightly shifted. He immediately noticed and spoke gently to her.
"Ericka, honeyfangs," he cooed, "relax my sweet blood orange. We're going to take things slow, and I promise it will get better, okay?"
Ericka nodded her head, cringing a little again as he ever so gently slid his shaft in and out of her entrance, trying to ease the painful process.
He knew that Ericka was scared, but he was also willing to bet that this was all new and overwhelming to her. And he wasn't wrong. But Ericka always was one who never backed down from a challenge. It was part of her personality, and the reason why she'd trained so well in being a monster hunter. That same trait made it easier for her to tolerate and endure the discomfort of sexual intercourse now. Presently, she took some deep breaths to calm herself, focusing only on the feeling of his doing. Dracula in turn could feel her relaxing gradually, and he took it as a sign that everything was alright. He began to increase his pace further, watching her expression closely for any signs of pain, until Ericka's hips instinctively jerked up to meet his in rhythm. Her face was contorted in obvious pleasure, her breathy moans filling the dark room around them.
With a gasp she wrapped her legs around his waist tighter, pumping her hips up to meet his in nearly perfect timing. Dracula felt Ericka's hands travel up from his shoulders to intertwine in his hair and grip tightly. He responded by thrusting faster, increasing his pace as she arched up towards him, gasping loudly at each motion. Ericka continued to moan and whimper, throwing her head back and squeezing her eyes shut as the climactic peak neared. Her body felt as though they were burning from the inside out, the waves hitting her like a pulsating fire. Then it happened; the wave hit its peak with a mighty roar, crashing onto Ericka's body like an unstoppable force. She cried out, feeling as if her entire body had been electrified, tingling like she'd just gone through a thousand volt shock. Her body clenched tightly around Drac's shaft, the pulsing bringing her lover over his edge just as quickly. With a loud outcry of her name, he released deep within Ericka, a warm liquid gushing deep into her tunnel like an erupting geyser. Her body arched against his to accept every drop before collapsing back with exhaustion. Ericka lay still, enjoying the feel of her lover's weight atop hers with the skin to skin contact acting like a soothing balm. A satisfied purr escaped her lips as she relaxed fully, finally allowing the last of the euphoria to leave her body. It could have been a few minutes, or perhaps a few hours in her hazy mind, when Drac moved just enough to look her in the eyes. The lustful look that had overtaken them before had morphed into something soft and tender. A kiss blanketed her lips once more as his shaft was withdrawn from her body, leaving a trail of leftover fluids in its wake.
"Are you okay?" he asks, running his cool palm up her thigh and glancing southward.
Ericka peers down, curious as to what has caught his interest, and inhales slightly at the sight of her own blood. There isn't very much, but the little she can see is visible as slight red spots within her inner thighs. She huffed slightly in surprise at the sight. Her knowledge of the female body reminded her that bleeding was completely normal for girls to experience when making love for the first time. Human girls that is. Ericka had no clue if this was a regular occurrence for female monsters. She turned to look at Drac, the question still in his eyes.
In truth, her sex throbbed, having been pulled and stretched in such different and new ways. The pain however could easily be dismissed, the experience having left her reeling, almost begging for more carnal desires had her exhaustion from the exertion of the act not been one to stop her. She giggled, and looked back up at him.
"Me? I should be asking you that."
She gave him a pointed look and he laughed. "Honeybat, I've told you. Human blood is nothing but junk food for us. Too fatty, too unhealthy. You don't have to worry about me eating you." Then he paused, and considered a thought. "Well... not in the manner that you think at least."
She gave him a questioning look, and he blushed. "Oh, er, I can't believe I said that... forget I did!"
Ericka laughed lightly and drew him in close, inhaling the musky aroma that clung to his chilled skin. It was the unique scent that her and Dracula's arousal had produced, one that others may find strange but she found comforting. Besides, it was only for them to know.
And it was then, with a drawing of the sheets to cover their pleasantly aching nude bodies that they fell into a deep blissful slumber.