Chapter 16: Dracula's Fantasies
Dracula made it to the village, out in the forest alone, first before his daughter. Suddenly, there came a strange rustling in the bushes. The vampire hide in an alley and watched warily, waiting for the unexpected intruder to emerge. The next thing he knew, he saw a beautiful young woman emerging from the bushes, a lovely brunette girl wearing a sleeveless black buttoned vest with a white short-sleeved shirt underneath, blue walking pants, and dark walking shoes, and she had healthy slim yet hourglass figure.
"A human!" Dracula gasped, but it was gone the second something drew him to her, a desire and a holy fire he couldn't explain, controlling every fiber of his being as though this human girl was something he wanted for the longest time and never knew it.
He heard her speak about never seeing the village before and it might be part of a tourist attraction or something, but he emerged from the shadows and with such longing touched her shoulder. She slowly turned to face him. Their eyes locked, and he saw the way she looked at him, an instant connection was made when he saw the vibrant purple sparkle and gleam in her eyes, he saw his own small reflection in her green eyes as they twinkled in his own. In those moments, she was the most beautiful creature he ever had the privilege to behold, and it was as though he had been blessed by some unknowable higher power.
"Y...you?" she gasped with the same desire she felt between them.
"You," he breathed sensuously as he held her slender shoulders. "The human child."
"The vampire," she whispered quietly as she placed her hands on his broad chest, and even through its thick material he felt warmth and strength in those hands, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, even as their eyes locked onto each other, "My name's Ericka Van Helsing , but call me Ericka."
It was like the breath of fallen angels to his ears, the sound of her voice and how she said her name, and in that instant he knew everything about her. He didn't care she was human, he only saw a passionate, independent, caring, wonderful, and beautiful woman before him. But while he still loved Martha, she will always be his first zing. But Ericka was his new zing and maybe, just maybe, Martha had sent this Ericka to him, to show he can love and be happy again. And that made him desire and long for her all the more. The same longing and desire he knew she now felt for him.
"My name's Count Dracula," he whispered to her with deep love and lust as he leaned down and kissed her with a burning passion as they embraced, her lips tasted like the flames of passion to him.
Ericka lifted her leg up around his own as one of his hands pulled her by the waist closer to his body, and suddenly he felt this overwhelming need for more and he took it as a sign that she wanted him with that same burning desire. Dracula picked her up in his arms while they continued to kiss and dance their tongues out in the open, covering each other's faces with light wet saliva, as he levitated and found his way to the old shack at the other end of the alley.
Inside, Dracula laid her on a pile of soft hay and continued to explore her face and the inside of her mouth with his tongue and lips. He began lightly gnawing and tasting her neck, careful not to break the delicate skin with his fangs as he heard Ericka release moans of erotic longing.
"Take me," Ericka begged. "I'm yours."
Dracula began breathing heavily as his eyes began to glow laser red, while he undid his shirt and jacket as she unzipped his pants, and he unbuttoned her vest, lifted her shirt off, and tore off the now wet and skimpy panties she wore beneath her torn off pants.
The tip of his cock made its way into her wet pussy. She released a loud moan of aching desire, and begged quietly to him, "Please be gentle with me, I'm new at this."
With a gentle look he made that promise, but at the same time something drove him to take her hard and make her belong to him as Dracula breathed in his own aching desire, "It's been sooo long."
Dracula pushed himself within her, and felt her vaginal walls constrict around his dick, and he embraced her closer than ever as he began a rhythm he couldn't resist any longer, he groaned as though fighting an inner struggle with himself, and he felt the flames of passion growing as he delved and withdrew within Ericka and felt their hearts beating with the quickening pace.
Back out in the village, a young vampire bat gave a 'Whoo-Hoo!' of excitement as she finally made it to the village and changed into Mavis standing atop a church rooftop, looking out to the view of the quaint human village with a big smile. She made her way down the side of the building and to the village square where a fountain of water was all to be active.
"Uh, hello?" she called out quietly, but there was no one to answer as the village was empty and silent.
While there were no humans at the moment to meet, Mavis looked through the window of an old boutique and saw a mannequin in beautiful pink 19th century dress, and she smiled wide with how lovely it looked and how she had never seen anything like it before.
All of a sudden, a human man came out of nowhere and began waving a burning torch at her from the window of the boutique and shouted threateningly, "Vampire!"
The mannequin was another human who threatened her, "Bite toes!"
"Oh! Hi, humans!" she greeted with a nervous smiles. "Everything okay? My name is Mavis Dracula..." she introduced herself, but then more 'humans' started to appear and kept threatening her with burning her clothes and taking her candy, making her nervous and tremble fearfully.
"I'm friendly, I really am. I just wanted to say hi," she tried to assure them, but more 'humans' appeared to form an angry mob with torches and pitchforks, just like her father told her stories about.
Mavis backed away as the mob continued to frighten her, but then bumped into a human right behind her - with no head.
"What the...?" she gasped in confusion, then noticed a laughing zombie head on the ground. "Porridge Head?"
She then looked around her glaring to see one 'human's' pitchfork stab through the head of another, and that one clumsily started to set the others on fire. Mavis no longer believed what she was seeing now that it became obvious they were all her father's bellhops and he had lied to her about this so-called village.
"Alright, drop the act, guys, I know it's you," Mavis ordered the bellhops, and they all began to remove their human masks with ashamed moans.
But then she heard an unfamiliar voice say, "Whoa, check out these goofy looking dudes on fire. Awesome."
Mavis caught sight of a young man with shaggy red hair and wearing a bright yellow and orange shirt and had a large strange container on his back, and she could only freeze in place as he made his way into the village square with a open mouth and goofy smile. Their eyes then met, and that same purple sparkle gleamed and danced in their eyes.
"Uh, hi," he greeted.
"Hi," she replied shyly. "My name's Mavis, are you a human?"
"Uh, yeah, I'm Jonathan."
Then Mavis became worried and nervous as she asked, "Are you going to burn my clothes, bite my toes, and take my candy?"
"What?" Johnny laughed. "No way, why would I do that to a pretty girl like you?" She gave a shy smile and would have said more, but Johnny heard a strange sound as he asked, "Do you hear something, or is it just me?"
They both became silent and listened, indeed hearing yelling or screaming from somewhere nearby. They both followed the yelling to a nearby shack and leaned against the closed door and listened to very vocal and raucous cries, "Yes! Yes! Holy rabies! Oh, God! YES!"
Mavis and Johnny exchanged wide eyed confused faces, then opened the door quickly and gaped at what they discovered; a naked Dracula atop a naked Ericka in a sexual position with his elegant black cape spread about them like a soft blanket, until Mavis screeched, "DAD?!"
Moments before the shack door flew open, Dracula was lost in a glorious world of lust filled catharsis, he could feel the climax nearing its freeing apex, but he didn't want it to come to an end. He may be atop Ericka , but it was she who dominated him as she pulled him against his butt with her legs guiding him deeper, equally with harmonizing thrusting movements while they screamed out their synchronized cries of ecstasy.
At last, he was about to roar his pent up release when he heard his daughter's voice gasp loudly, "DAD?!"
Dracula was about to turn in shock and humiliation to the sound of Mavis's voice at catching him in the act of what he was doing, but the next thing he knew he sat up straight with a sharp gasp. It took his mind moments to realize he was still in his bed in his own chambers, the whole thing having been some strange and erotic dream.
The real Ericka stirred beside him from her own restless sleep, asking in a concerned and tired voice, "Drac, darling, is something wrong?"
He could hear the lingering sadness in her voice and just gave a blank expression. "No, nothing's wrong, Ericka , just a strange dream. Go back to sleep, my Love Bat."
She gave a look of confusion, but tried to go back to sleep, though she suddenly felt an emptiness that weighed heavily on her heart.
As Dracula went back to sleep, he rested peacefully for a short while. But then, as though it was some strange deja vu, he found himself in his lobby right after returning from the fake human village and successfully scaring Mavis into never wanting to leave the hotel again, just as he'd planned a long time ago. But then he saw, to his astonishment and fear, two humans make their way through the revolving door, one of them a familiar woman he had seen before and had thought he had seen the last of as he had put her unconscious body in a fake shack.
"Humans!" the vampire gasped in fear, and trapped them in the revolving door before trying to make his way to a hiding place while he evaded demanding monster guests, and finally shoved them discreetly into a small storage closet.
He went through both of their backpacks and found the weirdest human 'weapons' he had ever seen, a soul sucking little box that blared noise through a black string, and another box that flashed light and blinded him. The whole time the young man, Jonathan, was an irritating chatter box, but the young woman, Ericka , stirred feelings in him he hadn't felt in a long time and her being so close to him made them stronger.
The Count got an idea for costumes and rapidly dress this Johnny as a 'Johnnystein,' and shoved him out the door quickly and ordered him to wait there. Dracula was about to dress Ericka up in a witch costume, when surprisingly she allowed him to strip her clothes down to her underwear, skimpy panties and a bra. All he could do was stare at her for seemingly the longest time, making him feel hot under the collar from the inside down to his loins as he felt an erection press hard against the inside of his pants.
Ericka noticed his gazing at her beautiful and healthy body that it made her so nervous she tried to cover herself again with her arms, but he gave her a reassuring smile as he began to gently stroke her arms and shoulders with his large hands and brought her closer to his own body and began gently nipping at her neck. This made her release moans of pleasure as she closed her eyes and savored his touch and caresses.
It was more than enough to relax Ericka and reassure her while she undid his jacket and shirt to reveal his sculpted broad chest, and he removed her bra to stroke and message one of her firm round breasts, while his other hand made its way down her curved waist and pushed the skimpy panties down, where they fell off and she kicked them away.
Next, she unzipped his pants, and they fell to the floor where she kneeled down in all her naked glory to pull his bat boxers down to reveal his strong vampire cock. He gave a nervous smile with shortened pants when she looked up at him seductively, then closed her eyes as she took his tip into her mouth and began sucking him in a glorious blowjob, making the vampire groan in lust that got caught in his throat. She pleasured him this way for an intensely gloriously long minute, causing him to pant heavily with passion and a desiring hunger for so much more.
Dracula felt like he couldn't breath as his eyes glowed a stark red color and he gave a cry while he seized her up in his arms, wrapping his cape around both of them, and began kissing and twisting her tongue with his mouth. He pinned her to the cold stone wall as he thrust his way deep into her and she cried out in surprise that became an intense groan of erotic hunger.
"Oh, God! Drac, yes!" Ericka yelled as she managed to wrap her long legs around his butt and squeezed tightly as he began to fuck her, his lust and hunger for her could no longer be denied.
Dracula let out panted grunts as he continued thrusting hard into her as she cried, "Oh, God! Yes, yes! Harder! Love me! LOVE ME HARDER!"
And he didn't disappoint her as he pounded into her hard enough to make her bounce on his dick as he delved deeper into her in an increasing rhythm.
Just outside the storage closet, instead of waiting like Dracula told him to, Johnny made his way into the lobby to look around in wide eyed amazement, as this 'costume party' had gone all out. Johnny made his way to a woman in a 'skeleton costume' complementing how it looked so real and put his hand on her waist, making her scream in humiliation like she had been violated. Her mad skeleton husband stepped in and berated Johnny for it and punched him into the large ankle of Bigfoot. Realizing all these costumed monsters are real, Johnny screamed and started running around in fear for his life and didn't pay attention to where he was going as he slid across wet slime path left by Blobby, bounced off of the poor monster and into a witch maid, grabbed her broom and went careening all over the lobby until he finally crashed into a goth girl and they both landed on the lobby floor. Their eyes met, a purple glimmer sparkled and danced in their eyes and they could only stare at each other for the longest time like the world had faded away.
Finally coming to his senses, Johnny groaned, "Ohh, my head hurts."
"Ohh, that was weird. Um, who're you?" Mavis asked suspiciously, having never seen or ever met this new monster boy in front of her, and for some reason she liked now and found really cute.
"Uhh," Johnny moaned, while he looked at his costume and felt his straight up hair, and tried to play it cool. "Obviously, I'm Frankenstein."
"No, you're not," Mavis giggled as she helped him up. "Frankenstein is my uncle over there, the gentleman by that pile of luggage."
Johnny looked to where she pointed and saw the gray blue skinned giant looking around the said pile of luggage, wondering where his pal got to while another witch maid heard faint grunting and yelling from the storage closet, but she shrugged it off.
"Right, of course he's your uncle," Johnny chuckled nervously as he stalled to tried and come up with another name. "Well, uh, I'm not 'the' Frankenstein, I'm his cousin, 'Johnnystein.'"
"Johnnystein?" Mavis questioned, then smiled shyly. "It's nice to meet you, Johnnystein, my name's Mavis."
"Mavis? That's a pretty neat name."
"Yeah, my mom picked it. So Johnnystein, have you seen my dad?"
"Your dad?"
"Yeah, you know, Count Dracula, tall guy who always wears a cape."
"Dracula?!" Johnny yelled in horror, as it then hit him who that had to be and his face colored with fear. "Dracula's your dad?"
"Yeah, I know," Mavis shrugged, "Dracula's daughter, everybody freaks out at first."
"Oh, no. Ericka !" Johnny suddenly remembered his new friend and ran to where she might still be.
"Hey, wait," Mavis called after him. "Where are you going? Who's Ericka ?"
Johnny made his way back to the storage closet, followed by Mavis close behind, and they leaned their ears against the door and heard faint grunts, moans, and yelling of two voices as though there was a struggle or someone was in terrible pain, and Johnny threw the door open and was aghast with wide eyes and open mouth at what he saw.
Inside, Dracula had continued to thrusting and fucking hard into Ericka as he felt her vaginal walls tighten around his hardened dick and sent a shock wave through his spine as their bodies alit with an inner fire, pushing them both over the edge when they at last reached their orgasm.
"Oh my God, what's he done to you, Ericka ?!" Johnny cried, numbly shocked as he tried to cover his eyes.
"Dad?!" Mavis gasped as she saw her father embracing an unknown woman with dark brunette hair and fair pink skin, a human woman.
"Mavis!" Dracula squealed as he stumbled about giving a humiliated cry, like he did in the pool in real life, trying to keep himself and Ericka covered with his cape and painfully separated, which Ericka groan when her body fell to the floor shaking from the orgasmic aftershocks.
"Holy Rabies!" Mavis gasp loudly. "Is that a human? Did you just screw that human woman?"
"Yeeeessss..." Ericka sighed, completely oblivious she and Dracula weren't alone anymore. "He's fantastic."
Johnny peaked between his fingers and chuckled nervously.
Dracula tried to explain with an embarrassed squeak in his voice, "No, precious bones, I was just uh... eh..."
Mavis made a confused look that was becoming something like emotionally hurt as she questioned, "How could you, Dad? Here you are having sex with a human after I was attacked by them in the village, exactly how you always told me how terrible they are!"
"What?!" Ericka and Johnny exclaimed at the same time.
"You were attacked by people in the village?" Ericka questioned. "But all Johnny and I saw were a bunch of burning zombies dressed like bellhops, the same ones we followed to this hidden castle."
Hearing this, Mavis shot her father a dark and hurtful glare as it became clear realization dawned on her, and Dracula could do nothing but stare at with his own shame.
"It was a trick!" she snarled dangerously. "It was all a trick. You lied to me! YOU'RE the who is awful, Dad, not the humans!" She flew out of the closet in a tearful betrayal.
Dracula reached out to her and yelled in desperation, "Mavy, wait! I can explain!"
"No, Mavy, wait!" Dracula cried out as he again sat up straight in bed, this time with a light sweat from his forehead and he gave faint light pants as he realized again it was just another weird dream.
Ericka awoke from her own light dozing and looked at Dracula in concern. "Honey, are you okay? Did you have another weird dream?"
"It's nothing, my Poisonberry," he denied in a toneless voice and tried to go back to sleep.
However, Ericka could sense something was bothering him and, despite her own sadness, embraced closer to him in the hopes it reassured his spirit.
In another dream, Dracula had caught her returning to the hotel, right after he had warned her and her little red headed friend would happen if they did, but he was secretly glad, even thrilled that she did, yet he was reluctant to tell her why he didn't erase her memory back in the graveyard.
As if reading his mind, Ericka said, "You know, it's weird, but back in the village it felt like a zing or something back there."
"What did you say?" Dracula asked shocked, not sure he heard her right.
"A zing. That special feeling when you meet someone special. I know it's just a fairy tale thing, but I've always believed it to be possible. But I guess it was just a fluke, because I never met anyone special because of my father. At least you treat your daughter like a person, and not a piece of property."
"Maybe it is just a fairy tale, like you said," he said soothingly. "Or maybe it only seems that way because you haven't met that special someone."
Dracula came a little closer as though to comfort her and drawn by some unseen force as Ericka looked up at him and into his astonishing blue eyes. So close she could smell his vanilla rose scent, their faces now coming so close their lips could touch. And they did, both the Count and the human girl finally kissed when they embraced. Dracula pulled her closer to himself, kissing her with such passion, yet a sweet gentleness to show her how he truly felt yet was still a gentleman and worthy of her as a lady.
He picked her up in his strong arms and carried them to the storage closet while they continued to kiss, his passions for her consumed him, wanting her more than even he ever thought possible since Martha died, as though he had found his true heart and other half of his very soul. The storage closet door was slammed shut and locked the moment Dracula began kissing her deeply when his tongue penetrated her mouth. Ericka returned the tongue kiss, signaling to him she wanted him just as much he wanted her.
Dracula easily began to undress her as they continued to kiss, and when her witch dress costume fell to the floor and pooled around her feet, he told her with sensuality and a deep longing, "It is real, Ericka . We have zinged, you're my zing and I want you. Here, with me. Forever."
The Undead King stripped off her tights and underwear, making his humany lover release pleasured moans of desire now that she stood naked before him. He began to gently and hungrily suckle her breasts as she held his head and combed her fingers through his soft black hair. Dracula began to nip at her neck as he pulled her close and she began to strip him of his own clothing, which was a bit of a struggle since he wore more than her, but soon he too was naked, and she began to playfully nip and suck at his smooth nipples, making him give aroused moaned of longing pleasure.
This drove him into a state of numbing ecstasy when he felt his legs grow weak and he collapsed against a cold stone wall and slid down to the floor as Ericka continued to gnaw and lick at his chest and around his neck. The Count guided her to his waiting hardening erection as she strattled in his lap and guided her to connect his wonderfully long cock to her pussy, both of them released moans of lust and hunger.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned as she felt him fill her. "Oh, Dracula, I love you. Yes, you're my zing."
He gave his own moan of completion and smiled at her with glowing red eyes of his own hunger and said gently yet seductively, "And I love you, Ericka , ever since we met again in the village. I love you so much."
As though saying those words were what was needed, she began to bounce upon his dick, and he positioned himself as he tried to regain the feel of his legs and bent his knees and began upward powerful thrusts deep into her. The sound of sweaty skin clapping together faintly heard as they let out moans and cries of spirit freeing pleasure. They pounded into each other harder now, so hard Dracula began playfully spanking her butt, causing Ericka to yelp and giggle as she increased the pace and they began kissing and tongue wrestling much harsher while she begged him to fuck her harder and she began to scream his name.
Just outside in the lobby, Frank and Eunice arrived at the same time into the lobby, each of them looking for their friends for some bonding time though they briefly embraced each other and a quick peck since they still loved each other.
"Have you seen Drac, dear?" Frank asked.
"No, I haven't, honey. I've been looking for Ericka ," Eunice replied. "I haven't seen her since Drac took her and your cousin from the pool."
"I guess they just needed to talk more about party planning for tomorrow night," Frank commented.
"I doubt that, he looked angry at that time," Eunice said with a look of doubt, then she gave a look as a faint but strange noise could be heard nearby, asking, "Do you hear something, Frank?"
Frank gave an inquisitive look as he listened and he could hear faint moans and some yells coming from a nearby closet. "Yeah, I think it's coming from that closet," he said with a raised eyebrow.
They leaned against the door and heard the muffled cries of two familiar voices as they screamed, "Yes! Yes, Yes! Ohh, yes! Holy Rabies, Yes! YEEES!"
There came a screech louder than a wailing banshee's and a wild roar that shook the door on its hinges. Eunice and Frank exchanged wide eyed looks and forced the locked door open and were just shocked by what they saw.
"OH MY GOD!" Eunice shouted as a smile formed on her pretty stitched face, and Frank could only gawk at seeing a nude Ericka , her make up badly smeared, atop a naked Dracula.
Dracula released another cry of humiliation at the disruption in his love making to Ericka , but once again he sat up straight in his own bed in a cold sweat with an awakened Ericka beside him.
"Ugh, Drac, not again," she groaned worriedly. "Are you sure you're okay? I'm starting to think you might be getting night terrors, and that's a very bad thing."
Dracula only sighed in frustration as he said, "I keep telling you, Ericka , it's nothing. And if anything I've heard about what humans think of me is true, I am a night terror! I don't get them, whatever those are. Go back to sleep."
Ericka tried to snuggle up to him again, still worried for him because she was sure something else was bothering him to making him keep have some kind of strange dreams.
The Count fell back to sleep, faintly moaning when he found himself walking down the hotel corridor in nothing but a towel with a still disguised Johnny following close behind after humiliating him in front of his friends by falling right into his lap in the sauna. The next thing he knew, he unexpectedly bumped into Ericka again, in nothing but a towel herself.
Dracula looked at Ericka up and down, his heart beating faster in his chest and his ears when something rose within him, a holy fire he couldn't resist and made him feel very hot. He just grabbed Ericka by her arm and took her to the still thickly steaming sauna, kicking everyone out as he declared with a roughened and husky voice, "Ericka and I have to a lot to discuss!"
Johnny and the entire Drac Pack just stood outside the sauna door with confused expressions.
Dracula locked the sauna door, making Ericka wonder what he was up to and why he was doing this. He then got an unsettling look on his face when his eyes glowed a sharp laser red and his mouth was slightly opened to show the tips of his fangs while Dracula approached her. Ericka backed away, worried and became fearful that Dracula was going to keep the promise of his threat to her and Johnny after warning them to stay away forever in the graveyard.
Ericka gave a small yelp when she felt her knees buckle as they hit one of the stone benches of the hot steamy sauna and she landed on her tush, and Dracula entrapped her as he placed his long arms on either side of her with no way to escape. She gazed up at him into his red eyes and grew more terrified than ever, but then something seemed to soften in Dracula when he saw this. His hands gently grasped Ericka's face, and beneath the harsh red glow of his eyes she noticed something wonderful; a desire, a hunger for fulfillment, and a passionate love.
He leaned down and gave her a gentle passionate kiss filled with fire, and she returned it with her own desire as her fear evaporated to nothingness. He calmly but forcefully penetrated her mouth with his long tongue and tasted her human flavor, and she wrapped her arms around him and he used a free hand to gently remove her towel as his own fell to the floor.
They continued to kiss passionately, their hands rubbing and massaging each other's chests in an embracing exploration while their bodies grew hotter with their lust and the steam and he sat down on the stone bench to pull her onto his lap to press her bare sex against his own, his breathing labored and heavy as he held her close, his smooth pale skin against her green painted and warm humany skin.
"It is real, Ericka , a zing," he whispered tenderly. "We zinged in the village, remember? I know you felt it. I did, too. It's why I didn't erase your mind, back in the graveyard, I want you to remember me, to know me."
"Oh, Dracula," she sighed, sliding down from his body from excessive perspiration, and fell onto the hot stone floor as he held her and landed atop of her as he continued to kiss and tongue twirl with her.
He had her pinned down with his strong body and between his legs, and as he eagerly positioned her beneath him, he ceased his chance and penetrated her wet womanhood with his manhood, beginning a strong and soul freeing rhythm before they fully connected.
"Oh, Dracula," Ericka breathed followed by a moan. "Oh, yes! Please, be gentle, I'm new at this."
"Don't freak out, my Beloved," Dracula whispered with a promise as he increased the pace a notch, and loved her harder and harsher.
The flames grew within them like an electric current as it surged and leaped from one nerve ending to another in the span of half the time a thought comes to light, alighting their bodies and souls into one complete life force as two halves finally coming together to bring perfect balance and be as one.
"Oh, yeah, oh, God, oh, yeah, oh, Draaac!" Ericka screamed though heavy breathing when she felt sensations she never thought her body was capable of.
"Ericka ... ohhh, Ericka !" Dracula yelled through a lustful cry as he kissed and tongue twirled inside her mouth more harshly as he increased the pace, making her scream in glorious agony in lust-filled torment as he embraced her to himself, screaming, "YES! YEEES! Mine... You're mine, Ericka , you belong to me! Forever! I'll never let you go!"
"Never!" Ericka repeated back to him when she felt them climbing the apex to their unified climax. "Never! NEVEEER!"
He increased the pace again, completely lost in their lustful firestorm they shared as he gave off panted grunts like a wild animal until finally, like an electric shock to their bodies and a lightning bolt from the blue to their brains, they peaked in their climax, screaming and roaring their release as their hearts beat together and their souls were finally set free.
For an eternal moment, he was frozen in a narcosis of release with his mouth open until Dracula collapsed, but caught himself from crushing an exhausted Ericka as they both remembered how to breath properly.
They stared deeply into each other's eyes, Dracula's having lost their intense red glow and returned to being their vibrant blue, and smiled at each other before tenderly and passionately kissing again.
It would have become another glorious round of love making, but suddenly the sauna door burst open and the silhouette of a tall and well-built and rugged man in a trench coat and brandishing an antique crossbow could be seen before he fulling emerged, staring at the new lovers with pure hatred, insanity, and revilement.
"Brother ?!" Ericka gasped in fearful recognition.
"Get away from my sister, Monster!" he sneered loudly, as he aimed the crossbow right at Dracula's chest. "Get off my brother , you've corrupted her enough with your evil touch! Now you must die, Vampire!"
Dracula and Mina could only freeze at Nick sudden appearance, but before either of them could react, the older man fired a wooden arrow right into Dracula's heart, grunting with sudden pain.
And that was when Dracula had awoken again in a cold sweat in his own bed with a concerned Ericka right beside him, yelling, "NO!"
He panted heavily for a moment, while Ericka looked sternly at him, "All right, Dracula, I've had enough of this! Something is wrong with you, and this time you're going to tell me what's going on with you if we're going to get any sleep."
Dracula face palmed for a second as he composed himself, knowing Ericka was right and he couldn't refuse her anymore. "I'm sorry, Ericka , you're right. I can't take it anymore, I've been having these intense dreams, mostly about the night we met again in the village and all the times we awkwardly bumped into each other, but they became fantasies of how I might've taken you on the spot."
Ericka raised an eyebrow, saying monotone, "You were having sexual fantasies about us?"
Dracula nodded, blushing from embarrassment and his pale face becoming like a pink night light.
"I kind of guessed at that," Ericka teased, pointing to something under the covers in front of Dracula.
It was a bulge or a tent made by his own erection. Dracula tried to hide it as he crossed his legs and pulled the covers up. Ericka smirked, holding back a laugh. A long awkward minute passed since he finally confessed to her, in rather intimate detail, about his last intense dream, and Ericka remained shockingly silent.
"My father was there? And he shot you?" she asked worriedly, and he nodded slowly. "Well, try not to think about it," she reassured him as she snuggled closer to him. "It was only a dream, and my dad can't hurt you because he's in Paris where he belongs."
But Dracula wasn't so sure when he admitted to Ericka the possible reason for the dreams. "I guess I don't just want to make love to you again and take away your pain, my Jewel Claw. I'm worried about you, since you found out you weren't pregnant."
Ericka remained silent, but Dracula began to insist, "We can make a baby, my Love. I know we can, we have to keep trying. Perhaps to make us both feel better, we could do, just a quickie perhaps."
It was tempting as he gazed at her with his famous adorable smile, and she returned it, but said with gentle sternness, "No thank you, Honey. I'm really tired, and we both need out sleep, especially after you had that intense dream with my dad."
His face dropped to a disappointed frown, but she tried to make it up to him by gently massaging his chest and kissed him while teasingly tongue kissing with passion, snuggling closer to him just enough to get him to relax and it worked since he brought her closer to him and held her.
Finally, they began to drift off to peaceful sleep. Dracula never suspected Ericka was getting an idea of making one of his fantasies come true. But not until his birthday.