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Greece, another stop on Drac and Ericka’s vacation list. With a beautiful rented cabin with a beach view, they wouldn't dare dream to leave. But, the two of them appreciated a perfect schedule, so many more cities awaited on their world travelling list whilst Hotel Transylvania was being rebuilt.
Ericka lounged at the kitchen bar table, glancing over their choice of itineraries and humming a harmonious tune through her lips. She wore an off-the-shoulder ruffled white shirt and light blue denim shorts to keep her legs cool from the stupendous heat. Even during the evening, summertime made itself too comfortable.
Dracula decided to lounge around the cabin with his shirt unbuttoned. Partially because of the heat, but he caught his wife sneaking a few side-glances every now and then. Despite his initial discomfort with Ericka's sociable personality with others, Dracula came to the realisation that his wife was twice the charmer that he was. His jealousy would entice him towards innocent situations, interrupting a professional conversation that Ericka would have with a customer booking their stay. He kicked himself over this, however. His Zing's perky attitude and requirement of perfection mirrored his own personality entirely. She was an angel.
No matter their situation, they'd always smile in the presence of one another. Especially that evening, when Dracula approached behind her with a loving hug and a cup of hot chai latte. “Another beautiful evening, isn’t it sweetheart?”
"Well hello you," Ericka smiled, planting a kiss on his lingering lips, “I was having a little peek at what we could check off today.”
Drac peeked over her shoulder. “Hmm. I hear cliff-diving at the beach is fun. I brought extra layers just for you, I know that humans aren’t as immune to the cold as vampires are.”
Ericka snickered. “Y’know, just because you felt that way as a human doesn't mean we all do.”
Drac perched himself in the chair next to his wife. “Well, I think being human brought great insight on how you cope with things. You’re much braver than I already knew you were.”
He kissed her nose. Ericka rolled her eyes with a smile, entwining her fingers between his.
“Yep, you’re definitely Count Wonderful,” Ericka winked, gripping the lapels of his open shirt.
Drac smirked. “I already knew this, my love.”
Smoothing his shirt, Drac rearranged positions. He scooped Ericka out of the chair and into his arms, placing her on the table. His eyes gazed at her, cupping her cheek for a long kiss.
Giggling against his lips, Ericka broke away. "Hey, I was reading that."
"Can I not appreciate my beautiful wife?" Drac smiled, kissing her cheek.
Ericka chuckled, smoothing her hands down his sides. He swapped his usual attire for something vacation appropriate, and the grey button-down shirt suited him like a perfect glove. No complaints from Ericka, for sure, as she appreciated how snug it fit against his chest.
She squeezed his side, teasing, "Hmm…you gotta put some effort in that appreciation."
"How would you define effort?" Drac’s words hovered above her shoulder.
"Hard to tell," Ericka smirked, pretending to think. She shuddered as his breath tickled her skin. "How does one appreciate his wife?"
“Well, there’s several ways…” Drac chuckled against her shoulder, pressing a few kisses on her bare skin, “sometimes you just need the right place. Like your favourite times at the hotel: the pool, the dining hall–“
"–the cleaning cupboard..."
"Ah, yes. I remember the cupboard."
"When I had to host an after-party with marks all over my neck,” she cocked her brow, trying not to break out into laughter.
"Ah yes,” Drac chuckled, “that's what stops me from forgetting."
“The marks or our friends mocking us?” Ericka pretended to scold, but couldn't help herself.
It didn’t take much for Drac to flush, but remembering his buddies catching them once in a fit of laughter became his most embarrassing moment. Not because of Ericka, but because he’d claimed to have the Vlu.
“The Vlu?” Griffin scoffed.
“Yes,” Drac lied, “it’s…vampire flu.”
“And…you thought about shoving it inside Ericka’s mouth?”
The worst lie he ever told, just to sneak away to spend time with Ericka.
Once he started peppering kisses across her chest, she burst out in chuckles.
"You know how difficult it is to take you seriously?" Ericka cocked her brow.
Drac smirked, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Ericka playfully slapped his shoulder. "Stop it, I'm trying to excite myself."
"Then why didn’t you say so? I’m right here,” Drac murmured against her clavicle, waggling his brows.
"Very funny.” Ericka rolled her eyes with a smile. His hand slid up her thigh, attracting a gasp from her.
“I don’t hear you complaining,” his hand slid further up her thigh, before retreating back to the table. She frowned. One thing he learnt…getting her frustrated was enjoyable.
Now desperate to be touched, Ericka trailed her nimble hand across his chest. However, when he pushed her further across the table, she gasped, “Oh my god, watch the table.”
“The table doesn’t mind.” Drac peppered kisses across her face. Her ultimate weakness.
They both paused to witness their current position. Drac perched himself between her legs. Ericka gave him a concerning expression.
Drac shrugged. “It’s adventurous.”
“Oh totally, we found that out two days ago. But y’know what we also found out? That we’ve gotta pay for all the poor furniture that we destroy.”
They gazed at each other. Silence spoke a thousand words as they smirked.
The bedroom door swung open, smashing against the brick wall. A few pieces crumbled onto the floor, but Drac had travelled far down into his aroused state that he couldn't find room to care.
Ericka initiated the kissing, cupping her husband's cheeks in order to pull him in closer. In between kisses, she brought attention to their previous conversation.
"That’s gonna cost another annual income,” she joked.
“Oh, really?” he joked back, snagging another kiss.
“Uh-huh,” Ericka sighed, eyes fluttering closed, “a penny for each brick.
He squeezed her waist. “Mmm. You should tell me all about how much we’ll owe after let’s say…an hour?”
Drac sat himself on the edge of their bed, nestling her within his lap. The tingle between her thighs spoke for itself.
“An hour?” Ericka scoffed, smoothing her hands across his chest.
She shoved him down onto the bed, humming a laugh as he stared up at her, wide-eyed. Lips hovering above his, eyes half-lidded. Her hand wrapped around his neck as she meant closer, her whisper breezing past his ear, “We’ll finish when I say we’re finished.”
Drac released a shuddery breath, feeling that familiar twitch above his crotch. Her hand squeezed his neck as she placed gentle kisses on his lips. No time to waste - he gripped her nape, tugging her in for a passionate kiss.
The desperation within his hungry kisses made Ericka chuckle. Usually, she'd be coaxing him into their wild make-out sessions, but the change in dominance surprised her.
"You taste divine..." Drac mumbled against her lips, breaking away to repeat his invasion of kisses across her jawline. Ericka tilted her head backward, thighs clamping together. She hummed in bliss as Drac's lips tickled her neck.
Drac continued to graze her skin, desperate for a bite. The hot blood pulsing through her body had only left Drac with a watery mouth, fighting against his carnal desire. Ericka prepared herself. After several months being married, she never spared a second stressing over her husband suddenly biting her. The situation always struck as challenging. But, they finally found a method that Drac could feast on her blood in small amounts, satisfying both of them.
Now, her husband could pin her against the coffin with his fangs lodged into her neck without draining her blood, and she'd continue begging for more. Something about being his prey sent tingles down her thighs and butterflies in her stomach.
Though…the thought of being his victim…his midnight snack…
Ericka dug her nails into his shoulders, begging for more.
Her smell infatuated his senses. The light jasmine perfume and cocoa butter. Such a familiar scent, that whenever he walked into a hallway and caught it, his knees buckled. Drac nudged his fangs deeper against his wife's neck. She rolled her hips against him with a desperate moan, bathing him in the evidence of her enjoyment. She toyed with his shirt, fingers fumbling with his top buttons and offering him a sultry smile as she popped them open. However, before she tugged the fabric over his head, Drac grasped her waist and lifted her up again. This time, he placed her on the bed. Now in control.
Breath growing deeper, Drac's fingers aimed for the choker she wore that restricted a delicious area of her neck. He grumbled whilst attempting to figure out its structure, but Ericka chuckled and unpinned the hook against her nape. Drac's gaze lingered, torn between her luscious neck and smile.
Ericka returned the gaze, before brushing her lips against his ear and murmuring, "Don’t be shy.”
Without hesitation, Drac carefully pierced her skin – a few centimetres above her clavicle. One hand dug into her hair, whilst the other massaged her thigh. With a soft gasp, Ericka ran her fingers through his hair. The silkiness of his strands weaving through her fingers. He growled against her neck as her nails grazed his neck. Ericka bit her lip, feeling that familiar rush across her cheeks. The throbbing between her thighs started to tease her patience.
With his jaw lodged onto her neck, sucking at her skin, Drac massaged his palm against her clothed thigh. A continuous motion, sending shivers through Ericka's spine every time he grew closer to her waist. Her hands snaked down from his hair towards his upper arms, massaging the strong muscles with moans against his ear.
Drac finished on her neck, pressing two kisses against the fang marks. His hands move towards her shorts, loosening its belt. He struggled to do this whilst Ericka grazed her palm across his crotch. Once he loosened the belt, Drac buried his face within her shoulder blade. Groaning as she gently stroked him over his pants. She removed her hand and tried to hoist herself upward, but the adrenaline faulted her, bumping her head onto his. They cried out in unison, cupping their foreheads and staring at the other.
"Are you okay?" Drac asked, always concerned about the welfare of his wife before anything else.
"Spectacular," she joked, wincing as she touched her forehead.
Drac couldn't help but chuckle at his precious wife, making Ericka tilt her head.
"What's so funny?" she smirks, finally removing her hands and placing them across his chest.
Drac puffed his chest in reaction, which attracted a scoff from his wife. Their eyes locked, teasing the other in making them fail their attempt to appear serious. Ericka fell first. Drac's iconic eyebrow wiggle made her grin before she hid her face against his chest and laughed.
"Ohh, nothing..." he replied in a sing-song voice. Yet, that underlying tone of lust remained. "You are just too perfect for words."
Ericka rolled her eyes with a grin.
"But numbers?" Drac snickered, "I'll give you a nine out of ten after that little incident."
"Nine?" Ericka scoffed, "Dear, I'm an eleven."
Cupping her thigh, Drac began to grind himself against her. He rested his forehead against hers. Ericka cupped his face, bringing him down for another passionate kiss. The touch of her lips had reached their maximum amount of satisfaction, so Drac increased the level and slipped his tongue inside her mouth. Ericka exhaled, fighting with her lack of breath to keep up with his desperation.
A growl slipped from his throat. He unbuttoned Ericka's shirt, pushing the fabric past her breasts. She refused to wear bras unless absolutely necessary. Not that her husband minded.
Timidly, Drac stopped grinding against Ericka, focusing on one of his favourite aspects of her. Who was he kidding? Everything about her was his favourite. Ericka smirked as his eyes flickered between her breasts and somewhere else in the room.
"Why so nervous?" Ericka asks, purposefully puffing her chest similar to Drac. She chuckled as he licked his lips.
Drac chuckled also, but with one of those goofy grins where his fangs stuck out, shoulders were hunched, and he glanced in a different direction.
His hands, just the correct size, cupped her breasts in a gentle movement. He groped her flesh, massaging slowly in order to match their teasing game. Ericka shivered under his touch. Drac smirked. He continued toying with her clothes, finally pulling her shirt away and shoving her shorts down with her underwear. Drac grazed his palms around her waist, purposefully groping her rear. Ericka let out a soft moan, gazing half-lidded at her husband.
"You monster," Ericka joked, her hands curling around his wrists.
Drac smirked. "I’d be offended if you called me human."
Before she could reply with another sarcastic comment, Ericka's breath caught in her throat. She exhaled shakily, face flushing as he ran his finger along her inner thigh. Soon, most of his fingers slipped closer towards her crotch.
"Drac..." Ericka sighed, her cheeks flushing. The arousal blurred her sight, making Drac chuckle.
He slid her thong down her thighs, stopping halfway so he could caress her skin once again. Being married allowed him to establish what she loved and where, which included massaging her thighs. She began to fidget, thighs clenching together in reaction to that beautiful pulse within her crotch. God, why couldn’t he just fuck her already?
Sliding his hands down her form, exploring her legs, Drac began placing kisses across her skin. He picked up from where he stopped: along the perfect sculpture of her collarbone, before travelling down her chest towards her breasts. Ericka sighed, grasping his upper-arms to steady herself. The more noise that escaped her lungs, the longer her eyes remained closed - a disadvantage that restricted her from watching her husband's movements.
Ericka gasped as he wrapped his warm mouth around her nipple, sucking gently and leaving a rosy mark. Similar to the one on his neck – their way of establishing that they belonged to each other. His hands grasped her hips, preventing her from attempting to scuttle from his grip – not that she wished to.
Drac glanced upward, watching his wife wriggle within his grip. Thighs hot, desperate for more. He teased, “You’re melting, dear.”
"I don't know what you're talking about..." Ericka released an airy laugh, breathless. "I'm strong, I'm...ah...a woman made from steel...none of this melting stuff."
"When you were a Van Helsing, my blood-angel..." Drac dared to travel lower. Trailing the centre of her stomach, chuckling as his wife jerked from the ticklish sensation. "You're a Van Dracula, now."
Something about how silky-smooth his voice became had coaxed her head to tilt backward. He met her halfway, kissing and pushing his tongue past her lips. Eyes closed; sounds emitting in sync with Drac's kisses. Her lips swollen from the intensity of their kisses, as well as her ragged breathing in between. Her cheeks flushed from the overwhelming desire that her husband emitted.
Her hand travelled from his chest towards his stomach in slow, teasing movements. Fingers traced muscles, making him exhale. Ericka took time appreciating her husband's features before hovering over his belt, curling her fingers around the hook. She rose from the bed, pushing against his bare chest. He obeyed, but lost his balance as he fell backward onto the bed. Ericka kept a firm grip on her husband, biting back a laugh as he almost banged his head against the foot-frame.
"You have me falling for you every day," Drac grinned. He even did that cheesy eyebrow wiggle, making Ericka groan in ridicule.
His fingers teased the elastic of her underwear, pulling them away and smiling as her hips shook from anticipation. Her clit swelling from excitement, she waited for her husband's next movements. By the look of his wet kisses trailing down her neck, Ericka readied herself for heaven.
"So beautiful…" Drac mumbles, his voice brushing against her stomach. She shivered at the touch.
His two fingers dip between her core, rubbing her labia and purposefully missing her clit for extra tease. Instead, he gripped her thighs, tugging her further up his chest. When she finally realised what he intended to do, Ericka blushed and stopped.
“You sure?” Even concerned, the heat between them made her voice sound like a gentle breeze.
Drac only smiled, tugging her again. Hesitant, Ericka scooched up further, positioning her thighs between her husband’s face. She hovered, still uncertain. But Drac wasted no time gripping her waist, guiding her down to press kisses along her inner thigh.
Ericka whimpered, her hips quivering against his face.
Drac kissed and licked at her, his tongue teasing her clit. His fingers drew circles over her thighs, but nothing stopped her shudders as his mouth grew needier.
Gasping, Ericka clutched the headboard and cried out. Each movement from his tongue caused her hips to jerk against him. Drac continued to suck her clit, smirking as he gazed up, watching her sweet reactions. Ericka had succumbed to the feeling of pleasure just from a single touch, so when his tongue stroked against her inner walls, she almost screamed from ecstasy.
"Honey..." Ericka sighed, hand grasping the side of the bed.
“Hm…?” His tongue glided over her labia – the cause of her insanity.
"Oh...!" she cried, her voice higher in pitch. Desperate. Thirsty to be fucked.
"Is that good?" he purred. Her thighs shook at the sound of his voice.
"Mmm..." she moaned, fingers diving into his hair. She wanted to ride his face much longer. But with each rub she gave against his hardness, she could feel him desperate to move on.
Once they settled on the bed – Ericka resting on her back, gazing up at her husband – Drac began to trail kisses down her chest. Each peck attracted a delightful moan from his wife, who tangled her fingers within his hair. Ericka felt her clit throb as he pulled out his cock, leaning backward and spreading her legs apart to invite him.
Drac made the most out of his teasing show, rubbing the tip of his cock against her clit. Without waiting for an invitation, he entered her slowly, sliding in with ease from the juices of her previous orgasm. When he filled her, Ericka made a sound of pure bliss behind closed lips. A moan so sultry and sweet that Drac shuddered.
He started slow, pushing deeper inside her each time. Ericka grazed her nails over his upper-arms, biting her lip from the raw desire she felt from his deep thrusts. His thrusts grew longer and his thickness pleased her, Ericka closed her eyes. Her head hit the pillow. Even within the bliss of lovemaking, she felt content knowing she could be as loud as she wanted. Nobody around to complain about the ‘strange and disruptive’ noises in the hotel, embarrassing them. No more interruptions from the Pack, who would joke about it for months on end. They were finally free. Not that Ericka ever cared if someone passed by their room whilst she screamed his name. But still, her voice was reserved for her husband, guiding him and letting him know he made her feel good.
Oh yeah. So fucking good.
He climbed off top, deciding to spoon her instead. He grasped her thighs, pulling and attracting a gasp from her. Drac let out a trembling sigh as he felt her tighten. Now with his hand raising Ericka’s thigh, his thrusts grew faster. Thighs smacking against hers. Their lovemaking gradually flowed to the desire of a much needed fuck. Though Ericka could sense the urgency in his pace, she knew it wasn’t for himself. Drac fell into the steady habit of holding his orgasm so he could give her multiple - something that made her throb just thinking about it. Plus, he knew she loved to be fucked deep and hard, but with enough tenderness to keep her aware that he loved her no matter how rough he progressed.
With his arms already wrapped around her, she rested hers against his. Her head tilted back as jittery moans escaped, giving Drac space to kiss her neck. She felt that familiar high. So did he, as his free hand circled her clit.
"Yes…right there…” Ericka sighed, the bed and her limbs rattling from the intensity of his thrusts.
As she hit her orgasm, Ericka trembled hard. She couldn’t differentiate whether it was the sensation of coming or how deep he continued to thrust inside her. She released a satisfied moan, head falling back against his shoulder. Drac closed his eyes, feeling her pulse around his cock, though used all his willpower not to let go right there. Not yet.
Before he could continue his rhythm, Ericka shoved him back down onto the bed. One playful smirk and Drac already knew her game. Opposed to Ericka’s desire for a fast pace, Drac tipped over the edge with a slow and steady ride. Literally, as she rode his cock at a calm pace, grinding hard.
“Come on, sweetheart…” she whispered, lips grazing his neck. He sighed in response.
The panting, his head falling into the dip of her neck, the grip on her waist…she knew how to bring the dark prince of loveliness to his knees. Ericka’s hand snaked through his hair, nails scraping his nape - his weak spot. Drac finally dug his fingers into her waist, tensing his hips and holding her still as he released a pleased groan. Ericka closed her eyes with a sigh as his cock twitched inside her.
After a few minutes, Drac loosened his grip. He fell back against the bed, arms dragging Ericka down with him. They cuddle for a while, appreciating the combination of their skin together. There’s nowhere else they’d rather be.
He pulled out his cock, the aftermath of their bliss spilling down Ericka’s thigh. She shook her head jokingly.
“Gonna have to shower again,” she poked his nose.
“Oh no,” Drac faked his sympathy, “we’d better take one together so we don’t waste water.”
Ericka rolled her eyes with a smirk, trying to suppress a laugh as her husband gave her that eyebrow wiggle. She relaxed on her side, wrapping her arms around his middle with her cheek pressed against his chest. With a hum, Drac closed his eyes as he cupped his arms around her waist, tugging her closer. His fingers stroked her arm, whilst her fingertips patterned across his chest.
Ericka made the first move, lifting her head to kiss his forehead, temple, trailing down to his lips. Though she could’ve cuddled him for hours, she knew they wouldn’t separate unless one of them made a move soon enough. Once she tried, Drac tried pulling her back with a sound of protest. Ericka chuckled, stroking his cheek.
“C’mon,” Ericka smiled, “or we won’t get to the beach on time.”
Drac threw an arm around the back of his head. “Relax…we still have time.”
He tapped his phone on the bedside cabinet. 8pm. Damn it. He jolted out of bed, hoisting Ericka over his shoulder and rushing him to the shower. Anyone hiking close by could’ve heard Ericka’s blissful laugh as he joked about the time.
After a quick shower, as neither wanted to be off schedule, they dressed themselves for the night. Tousled hair fixed. Scratched and marks removed…on Drac, thanks to his healing ability. As Ericka slipped her shirt on, she shook her head as it was near impossible to hide the marks on her neck.
Noticing this as his wife stood at the mirror, Drac hugged her from behind. “Sorry my love, but they don’t call you Captain Irresistible for nothing.”
Ericka playfully slouched her shoulders with a pout. “I’ll get you back one day.”
Drac grinned, “You’ll have to catch me fiiiiirrrst!” he sang, before bolting towards the door. She chased after him, like they totally weren’t two fully grown adults enjoying retirement like mature people.
Finally catching him, though Drac purposefully slowed down, Ericka leapt onto his back with a gleeful laugh. He walked them out onto the balcony, watching the break of dawn. Glancing to the side, he smiled as the orange hue brushed across his wife’s face, leaving a sparkle in her eye.
“It’s beautiful here,” Ericka sighed, resting her head against his, “I’m so happy to be with you.”
There it was again: the little jolt in the pit of his stomach. Sometimes he forgot they were married for nearly three years, and not just two lovers dating like they were back on the cruise. She was his, and he was hers.
Drac closed his eyes with a hum, “Me too.”
They stood there for a while. Even strict time management couldn’t break the moment.