Learning Curve

Chapter 9 - Rough

They knew it was cheesy.

Heck, all the guests knew it was cheesy.

Everything from the silly little heart decorations plastered everywhere, to the sappy love songs playing from the speakers, to the mushy sentiments written on cards all contributed to the event's overall cheesiness.

Yet no one cared.

There was something about its pure unpretentiousness that worked at making the attendees swoon. And it was a good thing, too. What would Hotel Transylvania's Valentine's Day party be without an atmosphere of love? Couples held hands - or claws, or tentacles - as they meandered through the ballroom, exchanging sweet kisses on cheeks and lips, giggling in hushed tones, and eyes alight with tender affection that was only ever meant for each other.

And at the center of it all was Dracula, with his wife Ericka by his side. He didn't quite manage to play as much of a host this year as he had in all the previous years the party had been held at the hotel. His eyes primarily stayed trained on his zing, a blush in his cheeks and his lips constantly occupied by hers. Normally, this would be a sight to nearly bring the Count's daughter Mavis to the point of gagging, but tonight she didn't even mind - not when her own husband was keeping her busy with hugs and cuddling. Even little Dennis, normally keen to keep away from his smitten little wolf friend Winnie, wasn't immune to the love in the air. He himself went out of his way to plant a quick kiss on her furry cheek, to which she responded with a grateful howl and proceeded to tackle and lick at the dhampir fervently.

Yes, it was a wonderful thing to be in love... and even more so to express that said love.

Through the haze of lust that clouded Drac's mind, the vampire eventually grasped Ericka's hand in his, double-checked to ensure that he had remained unneeded by any guests, and then made for the exit only half-way through the event.

The pair fled down the hallway, hand in hand, like a couple of giddy teens, oblivious to the sounds of other couples behind the doors of the suites who were also acting out their passions for one another. The shrunken heads at the doorknobs asserted with yells the chorus of "Do Not Disturb!" as they passed by, though it was obvious to anyone within earshot that these particular residents of the hotel had no intention of being interupted from their activities.

Dracula almost tripped over his own feet in the rush, allowing Ericka to take the lead and haul them forward. "Come on, slowpoke!" she teased with a giggle. As he regained his footing, Drac shot a grin back at her and allowed her to pull him into the elevator and through another corridor once the doors opened on the floor. "Don't tell me you're having second thoughts already!"

"Second thoughts?" he scoffed in amusement. "No... why would I have second thoughts, when the only thought on my mind is you?"

With that, he tugged her toward him, halting their sprint so that he could grab her face between his hands and crush his lips against hers.

Ericka let out a quiet yelp but melted instantly into the kiss, allowing herself to fall against the vampire. She wrapped her arms around Drac's neck as he pressed himself tighter against her, the beginnings of a steady grinding working into his hips. Ericka moaned quietly against Drac's mouth, her fingers wandering down in reach between the fabric of his pants and underwear. A moment later the Count groaned as he felt her touch. It sent a shock through his system, enough to start up a low burn in his groin that stiffened the already hardening length of his shaft.

It took everything Ericka had not to groan along with him as she noted how eager the vampire seemed to get. But they couldn't continue this way... not while some guests could still milling throughout the halls. The Count's manhood was a sight for her eyes only, and her tunnel its only occupant.

Pulling away from her husband, Ericka interwove her fingers in his and guided them down the last stretch of hallway to their room, the coffin-shaped bed awaiting them as she ushered him inside. The two collapsed on top of the mattress together with a rough bounce, the springs groaning under the combined weight. They tussled for a minute, a mess of laughs and touches until finally the vampire pinned her beneath his body, kissing her roughly. His hand slid up from her waist, cupping a breast, while his other journeyed south to find her sex hidden underneath the barrier of her pants.

Ericka immediately moaned in response, and Dracula was delighted to find that she was already wet to the touch. The feel of the lubricant sliding between his fingertips aroused him even more, causing the discomfort in his pants to become unbearable. He removed his hand from her womanhood with some reluctance so that he could undo the buckle of his pants and yank them down along with the boxers in one swift motion. The erection popped free of its confines at last, throbbing with need. He proceeded to spread her legs as wide as they would go on each side of her, running the cold palms up her thighs in a gentle motion for just a moment before he got a firm grip on both her arms and hauled them above her head in a vice-like grip. Her eyes widened at his display of dominance. Dracula usually was one to be a little shy at times when it came to physical contact with her, for the sake of propriety, yet today he acted like an untamed beast, allowing the hunger to overtake his usually reserved nature in the bedroom. His dark eyes blazed as he stared down intently into her own blue orbs, the gaze never breaking as he entered himself fully within his wife.

Ericka cried out at the feeling of fullness, always a pleasure for her no matter what position they were in, and relishing the sensation of having Drac invade her most intimate space. She clenched her hands into fists while the man drove himself in deep, the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other filling the room. His mouth latched onto whatever open space his lips could claim, leaving hot kisses all over her face and neck as his thrusts became more frenzied. She moaned loudly every time he hit that particular spot in her core, a sound that spurred him on further in his desire. Dracula's hips jerked forward sharply at each forceful plunge, eliciting more cries from his beloved. Ericka arched her back from the bed, somehow managing to keep in time with his rhythm despite the growing tension in her belly and the continuing tightness building up inside of her that made it hard to think. Every second spent locked in this passionate tango caused her inner walls to clench tighter and tighter around him, making it difficult to breathe as her lungs burned. It felt almost painful how her husband continued to assault her tender skin, the pounding of pelvises driving her wild in his clutches.

"Ohhh... ahhh... D-DRAC!" she gasped, reaching her climax only minutes after his rough pace had started and spasming around the Count's manhood.

The vampire didn't hesitate to follow suit, erupting forth inside her, coating her insides with his hot seed. Dracula's head tossed back, screaming out a roar that sounded somewhat like her name and then collapsing atop of her, his body shuddering with pent up power and passion.

Ericka sighed happily beneath him, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment for what it was worth – reveling at how one could never grow tired of showing the one you love just how much you cherish them.