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****************************************************************************** *** To recap: Victoria and David regain partial use and occupancy of the *** *** castle, but it comes at a high price. Marta is killed by the town *** *** mayor. Victoria holds the ceremony which makes David, the "Count *** *** Dracula." *** ******************************************************************************

VICTORIA, OR HOW I LEARNED TO LOVE NIGHT MUSIC

Chapter 14: You're _WHAT???_

We left the castle later that week, inspiring relief among many of the townspeople. The mayor had been the only member of the town council to at- tend our farewell dinner. "In twenty years they will not be so frightened," Victoria said. "You and I have seen to that." Her eyes glowed red in the car as she cuddled against me in the back seat. The driver, some private, probably wondered why his commander had ordered him to drive us to Vienna, but orders is orders. "Bite the generals, and the soldiers will follow. I love military," my wife huskily said.

From Vienna, we went to Paris aboard the Orient Express. My wife was very impressed by the level of service. "This is one of the few places in the world where I can be treated as befits my noble standing," she commented. After another few nights of hunting in Paris' narrow streets, Victoria took me to Monte Carlo. We stayed at a villa belonging to one of her financial advisers. He greeted us the second night, destroying the illusion that we were going to have privacy for the remainder of our honeymoon. The man in- sisted on hosting a formal dinner and reception in our honor.

I wanted to bite him and make him forget the whole thing, but Victoria, as usual, was more than happy to play the part of nobility. ' We were summoned to enter the grand hall at his villa (closer to a castle, really) after the majority of the invited guests had arrived. Just before we came down the staircase, the valet (Maitre'd? I don't know these things…) announced us. Being introduced as "Count and Countess Dracula" was certainly an odd feeling. Unsure of how to respond, I hesitated, but my lovely wife pulled me down the stairs. Yes, she certainly was my lovely wife.

As we greeted the guests, many of whom had titles of some sort, and all of whom had serious money, several of the men looked at me with open envy. That is, when they weren't looking at Victoria with a slightly more primal emotion. After dinner, I went outside. I stood on the patio overlooking the Mediterranean, drink in hand, and watched the lights by myself. Inside, my wife was the center of attention.

A light, tickling scratch ran across the back of my neck. Victoria's soft lips brushed my cheek. (It's that vampire stealth thing again.) "You are alone?" she asked. "Do you enjoy this, David?"

"Well… You were surrounded, and I — really didn't have anything to say," I said softly, giving her a return kiss on the cheek. She slipped an arm through mine, and lay her head on my shoulder.

"David, I must teach you how to use your vampire sensuality to make your- self more… attractive. At night, your power can — accent — anything that may be attractive to a woman. Is what makes it easier to attract prey than waiting for them to look you in the eye." She paused, stroking my arm. I trembled, and she kissed my shoulder through the formal jacket. "I am sorry, but it is reflex? — action for me. I do not think about whether or not I am doing it, and the men react. Please do not be jealous of me." Damn. She knew what I was feeling, even before I could put _my_ finger on it.

"There is much more for you to learn, my dear husband. Please be patient with me, for I am learning about your world, too. We have a long time to- gether ahead of us, so we will both need to be at ease with our two worlds." We kissed sweetly. "Now, however, I wish to dance. The music is starting. Will you dance with your Countess?" Victoria asked, curtsying graciously. I let her lead me back inside to the dance floor. We danced to the slow music, my hands gently resting in the small of her back while her arms hung limply around my neck.

We were interrupted by a handsome young man. "May I cut in, Count?" he asked.

Just as I opened my mouth to say "yes" and prove that I wasn't jealous of the consequences of Victoria's attractiveness, she replied, "No, you may not." The response was _very_ definite. I had been ready to let the man dance with my wife. She pulled me closer, burying her head in my neck. "As guests of honor, we can not leave early. But as soon as music stops, we will go to the beach," she murmured, grinding her pelvis into mine to emphasize the nature of her request. I stiffened immediately in response. The party got extremely tedious and boring after that.

Finally, the band said, "Thank you, and good night." Our good-byes were said with haste; we probably offended some of the guests. As soon as the front door shut, Victoria and I ran down the steps to the beach, not bo- thering to change. The clothes were covered with sand as we gleefully tossed them away. Victoria ran giggling into the sea. I caught up with her, then kissed her in ankle-deep water. Our kiss was eager, expressing our hunger for each other. Victoria leaped on me and wrapped her legs around my waist. "Can you do this?" she whispered in the sparse moonlight. I had no trouble seeing her deep, very brown eyes in the darkness. I would do anything she wanted me to.

Aided by my still-growing supernatural strength, I supported her in my hands while probing for the magical portal to ecstasy. I eased her onto my rigid, twitching cock, and she wiggled, managing to rhythmically bounce her- self on me. The cool water provided a vivid contrast to Victoria's inner and outer heat. I felt my excitement grow and fade in time with the rhythm of the faint waves.

I carried her deeper into the water, getting a squeal of surprised delight among the sighs of Victoria's passion. Our faces became wet with the spray. The sweet taste of Victoria's kisses was spiced by the salt of the Mediterranean. Aided by me, she bounced in my arms, whispering soft endear- ments between gasps and kisses. The water was around my knees as we continued our unusual lovemaking. Victoria's feet splashed water. "Wantyou… wantyou… Ohhh…" she whimpered. Tickling bursts of sensation danced along my penis.

I continued further into the sea, my wife still gently sliding on top of me; the cold water came closer to our most intimate point of contact. My hips twitched, and Victoria went into climax quietly. I felt the throbbing deep inside of me. The warm pulsing along the underside of my cock was in- tensified by the cold water which threatened to touch my nuts. I moaned lovingly in my wife's mouth. She had stopped bouncing, and I had stopped helping her; Victoria was now grinding against me. She threw her head back, describing slow, gentle circles in the air with it. "Ooooohhh…" she purred, body relaxing. I slipped out of her and we kissed, standing in the water until we noticed that it had become too cold to continue. We returned to the villa naked, for our clothes had disappeared, apparently washed out to sea.

My wife and I returned to the United States three weeks from the day of our departure. We were madly in love, much more than we had been when we left. A visit to the State Department in New York City started the process of getting my wife United States citizenship. "Carpathia? Where in the hell is that? Do they even have records there?" the startled clerk asked.

I panicked momentarily, since Victoria's real birth certificate would immediately raise questions ("Born in 18-_WHAT_?"). She had a fake one from Britain, and the clerk seemed to think that her British birth would make his job easier. When I asked her about it later, Victoria just said, "I will show you how to do this. It will be necessary as you get older." Victoria shopped in New York the next day; I was too brain-dead to do much of anything except follow blindly. When our train left, we both slept soundly until sun- rise. She and I crowded into the same berth so our bodies could be in con- tact, but sleep refused to yield to desire. Our lassitude continued for three days after we got home, and we unpacked leisurely.

We were barely energetic enough to feed, but the need for blood became too painful to ignore. We dressed up and went out to a posh nightclub in search of fulfillment. It didn't take long for us to be selected by our victims. The young, well-dressed pair had a couple of drinks with us and we talked. After a little while, they separated. The man's wife draped herself over me as he put his arm around Victoria. My wife was shocked at the brazen display of marital infidelity but said nothing. She cast inquiring looks at me when the discussion suddenly turned to swinging. It was not the time nor the place to explain the concept to Victoria, so I suggested that all of us should leave together. The other couple quickly agreed, forestalling my wife's questions, and they hurried to finish their drinks.

The four of us returned to our house. The woman (I don't remember her name) wasted no time in grabbing my crotch. "Fuck cocktails and small talk, I'm horny. David, baby, you make me hot." I turned to face her, and her mouth opened expectantly; my mouth opened with a different agenda. "Ohhhh… f-u-u-u-u-u-uck… Whaaattt arrrrrre yooou doooooinnnnggg t-t…" she moaned. The man moved as soon as he realized that I wasn't just kissing his wife's neck, but Victoria was quicker than he was. I heard him grunt in surprise, then gasp and sigh as another sucking noise filled the house. After we had finished, my wife and I regarded our slaves, exchanged a glance, and simultaneously said, "Naahhh." We sent them away.

I went back to work a few days later, deciding that a life of leisure wasn't really for me. Victoria did her best to convince me otherwise the night before. We had almost continual sex in many new and different posi- tions. Victoria even surrendered her anal cherry in an effort to change my mind. Still, I was determined. She stopped me at the front door that mor- ning as I tried to leave. "David, you do _not_ have to work. We have more than enough money."

"Victoria, it's not the money. I _need_ to do something during the day other than sit around here. I picked my line of work because I enjoy it. It's truly a part of me, it gives me a sense of pur-" My voice died as Victoria dropped her robe. "…pose," I squeaked.

"Can I not give you another purpose?" she inquired in a voice that was innocent and not-so-innocent at the same time. She posed seductively for me, revealing her near-perfect body in its entirety. Victoria had worn nothing under the robe. Somehow, I made it out the door. Even more miraculously, I did _not_ hand in my resignation that day. I returned to an empty house; my wife was nowhere in evidence, and her car was gone. I waited for an hour before starting dinner. Shortly thereafter, Victoria called to me from the garage, "David, can you help me?" I carried in a _lot_ of packages. I looked at her incredulously when I brought the last box in. "You work, I shop," she said with a kiss and a smile. After dinner, she modeled some of the clothes she had bought as I lay on the bed. Victoria refused to show me everything she had bought, coyly saying, "No. Some is for surprise."

"Are you going shopping again tomorrow?" I asked, wondering if I should quit just to keep her out of the stores. She launched herself onto me.

"No. I am going to school to learn how to cook better. I must do some- thing during day, too, if you are not here. Cooking is a good thing for me to do, because vampires do not need to learn, but mortals need to know how." She smiled at me, then we kissed and snuggled for a little while in silence. Victoria removed my shirt. "You have been away all day," she pouted, then kissed my chest. Her head moved to a nipple and Victoria's tongue came out to play. She teased me, kissing, nipping, licking, and stroking my chest. She stopped, sat up, and removed her top.

Victoria unfastened her bra, tossing it on the floor, and straddled my body. We kissed aggressively when she leaned forward, and I began to feel the blood rush to my groin. Victoria pressed me down, holding me on the bed beneath her; it was evident that she wanted to run this part of the show. My wife ran her hands lightly, lazily across my body. Her lips and tongue found brief resting places at random. I sighed loudly. She sat up and looked ten- derly at me. Victoria opened her mouth, displaying her fangs. My wife lovingly gave me the thrill of being bitten.

She stopped long enough to say, "No. Don't bite me just yet. Just enjoy." I had definitely missed the ecstasy of the vampire's kiss. Victor- ia's tongue worked against my neck, lapping the blood that spilled from the fang marks. I was beginning to feel the onset of an orgasm, even though we were both fully clad from the waist down. My awareness narrowed, and I only felt Victoria's "kiss" and the tingle that shot through my body each time she touched me with her tongue…

I woke up the next morning with Victoria on top of me. We were still half-dressed, and she had fallen asleep with her arms wrapped around me. I gently extricated myself from her embrace. She did not stir. I watched the rise and fall of her chest as I dressed, marveling at the beauty of the woman that I loved. She moved, hugged the pillow to her, and let a soft sigh out. I left her with a gentle kiss on the cheek and went to work.

I returned home after dark. Hey, work piles up if you've been gone for three weeks. I heard an unfamiliar voice coming from the living room. Vic- toria came out and greeted me with a peck on the cheek. "David, come and meet my new friend Margot!" she said, pulling me into the living room.

A _very_ tall brunette stood and smiled. "Hello, I'm Margot Westlake. I just live a couple of blocks away." She shook my hand in a feminine manner. "I came over to meet you both, and to drop off the welcome wagon package," she said congenially.

"Please, sit," Victoria said. I could see how excited she was at having a guest. My wife loves being a hostess. She also loves it when we are treated as an everyday mortal couple. "You must stay and have dinner with us."

"I don't want to be any trouble, really," Margot half-insisted. Her voice indicated that she could easily be persuaded. I was about to insist when she sat and crossed her long legs, temporarily putting my brain on hold. "I'm sort of the official greeter here in the neighborhood, and I don't want to wear out my welcome."

"It would be no trouble at all. I can prepare another place for dinner. Please join us," Victoria said. Margot was silent for a moment, then con- sented to stay. "Good! You can get to know my wonderful husband, David!" my wife bubbled as she headed for the kitchen. Victoria brought out some wine, and returned to the kitchen to finish dinner preparations.

Margot and I talked while dinner was being prepared. She was "…almost forty, and no, I'm not worried about it," and she had two kids that were attending college. Her husband was in international trade, and they had been married for more than twenty years. "I hope your marriage lasts at least as long as mine," Margot smiled. I smiled back, thinking, "If Margot only knew…" We talked about the joy of being newlyweds, and she playfully warned me that I had better keep treating Victoria well. Dinner was ready in a fairly short time, and the three of us continued to blab through the meal. I cleared the dishes after dessert while the women smoked and talked some more.

Victoria came into the kitchen after a few minutes. She grabbed me from behind, wrapping her arms around my chest. "Do you like our new friend and neighbor?" she asked quietly. I hummed affirmatively while I finished drying a plate, and she gave me a little squeeze. "She is very nice lady." There was a pause after that, and I waited for the "but" I sensed was coming. "Is sad. Her husband is away very often now. She is lonely."

"Honey, you didn't…" I said quietly, fearing that my wife had bitten one of our neighbors.

"Nooo," Victoria musically protested. "Some things you just need to be a woman for," she said cryptically. She opened another bottle of wine, saying, 'We will be in the living room when you are finished." Once the kitchen had been cleaned, I rejoined the women as requested.

Margot certainly didn't seem depressed or lonely; she told some hilarious stories about her kids. It was an entertaining conversation, probably helped along by the three bottles of wine we shared. Eventually Margot left for home, leaving Victoria and me alone. Nothing happened that night, because _Victoria_ had to get up early. To prepare for cooking class. As she put it, "When you live on blood for 90 years, who needs to learn how to cook?"

Friday, we went out to dinner, then dancing afterwards. We met Kelly, Michelle, and Michelle's new boyfriend, sitting with them during the night. Conversation was pleasant, the sisters asking about our honeymoon. Victoria looked absolutely gorgeous and stunningly sexy. For the first time, I felt no real physical attraction for Kelly. Victoria and I went out for ice cream later. "Now you may practice being attractive while we wait for ice cream." The waitress flirted with me relentlessly, but Victoria's reaction was just a smile of approval. We came home very early in the morning. My dear, attractive, very sexy wife went to sleep on me almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Saturday morning, Victoria served me breakfast in bed. "I wanted to — show off," she said, sitting next to me while I ate. We cleaned house and spent a long, lazy Saturday together. "David, what should I wear tonight?" she asked as we prepared to go out to a brand-new restaurant that advertised Eastern European fare.

I had a wicked thought. "Try your floral print dress," I suggested. "You know, the little yellow one," I called from the bathroom. I walked into the bedroom and found her dressed, almost ready to go. She was fussing with an earring, and didn't pay me any attention. I knelt behind her and stuck my head up her dress.

"Ohh!!!" she squeaked in surprise. Victoria spread her legs and leaned forward to rest on the dresser. "Now it is time for you to make house pay- ment?" she giggled. My wife knew what I was doing, but more importantly, she remembered _why_ I was doing it. I pulled her panties down. The scent of her arousal was faint, but growing stronger. I touched the inside of her thigh with my tongue, and her leg involuntarily twitched.

I teethed and licked around the exaggerated "V" of her legs, avoiding any of her sensitive, swollen folds. I stuck my tongue out and barely touched her outer lips. "Uhh!" Victoria moaned, her hips bucking once. "Daviiid… Lie downnn…" she whimpered impatiently. Victoria sat squarely on my face, grinding her muff against me. She lifted her dress. "Ohhh… Lo-o- o-ove meee…" she groaned. My tongue circled the outside of her pussy with a light, gentle touch until Victoria drove her hips downward. "Hunnh! Hnnn-nnhh!" she exclaimed. Her arousal was _very_ evident by her taste and smell.

Her honey began to flow, and she gasped for air. I sucked loudly at her cunt for a few seconds, then pulled at her clit with my lips. Victoria jerked, emitting a loud yelp. Her hips moved in short, sharp thrusts as she squeaked softly in climax. She moved off my face, removing her dress as she stood over my body. "I don't need this anymore." She sat on my chest, legs spread wide, then slid down my body, leaving a trail of her lubrication down the middle of my chest. Victoria slid over my erection, teasing me with the briefest of contact against her cunt.

She looked me deeply in the eyes. Pursing her lips, she blew me a kiss, and then started kissing my dick. Her lips stayed shut, but she continued kissing with little smacking noises. I was getting _very_ excited. Victoria finally took me in her mouth and I sighed loudly in relief/approval. My wife's head started to move up and down, her lips loose around my cock. She gradually increased the pressure of her lips, and began rolling her tongue around my cock inside her mouth. My hips started to vibrate, and Victoria took this as her cue to swallow my entire length. I growled, "Ohhh…" as I watched her head swirl in my lap. Victoria gulped once, then came back up, sucking on my still-squirting cock. She greedily sucked me dry, working her tongue around my dying dick until it was completely clean.

It wasn't dead for long; Victoria moved to the bed. "Come to me," she invited, brown eyes on fire. I climbed onto the bed, and we kissed each other for a long time. She eased herself into position over my cock. "Let's make love," Victoria whispered. I gently pushed her down, feeling her envelop me. I moaned into my wife's mouth; we were kissing again. She sat up and leaned backwards, while I pushed up at her, grinding my hips into her. "Hnnh-uhhh!" she grunted, pushing her pelvis against my pubic ring. We rolled over.

In retrospect, I don't know why I did it; I suppose it seemed like a good idea at the time. I bit Victoria. Man, oh, man, did she COME! "OHHH! YES! YES!! YE-E-E-E-ESS!!!" she wailed. "OHHHH!!! HUH-UH-OHHH!!! OHHHH!!! UNNNHHH!!!" my wife screamed, as I sucked at her sweet, sweet blood. Victoria was screaming loudly. I don't remember her having ever been _this_ loud during any of our previous lovemaking. Her legs were straight, spread wide, pointing into the air. She grabbed me with incredible force, and would have crushed me had I been mortal.

Victoria's pussy was drenching my cock and pubic hair, her woman-come slurping out of her as I thrust, soaking the sheets beneath us. My dick was pumped crazily as her cunt fibrillated around it. She continued screaming in ecstasy, powered by loud gasps of air that separate

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