Every Rose Has It's Thorns

Chapter 6: Such a Pretty Neck

This is more of a partial chapter. Trigger warning for suggested incest, even though they're not related by blood.

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The well-dressed figure let himself into Count Duckula's bedchambers, closing the door quietly behind him. The curtains had been carelessly left open, allowing the moon to bathe the figure on the bed in rays of soft light. Vlad slipped closer, gazing down at his elegantly-clothed nephew. The younger duck's eyes were a beautiful swirl of crimson, indicating that the trance was still in place.

The older count sat down on the edge of the bed, holding out a hand. "Arise, nephew, but do not awake. Let dear old Uncle Vlad look at you." The young man sat up slowly, his head turning toward him. Black hair trailed over his shoulders, the purple highlights adding depth to the ebony color.

Vlad reached out, and wrapped an arm around Duckula's shoulders, stroking his hair out of the way to get a good view of his pretty green neck. The young man reminded him of Count Duckula the Twelfth, who was well known for exploring his more feminine side. Sadly, that Count Duckula had also been violently against sharing a bed with Vlad, and he HAD had the power to resist him.

Not this Count Duckula though. The older vampire caressed the young man's neck, trailing his hand down his lace-covered arm. "Such a pretty dress for a pretty young man. Your vampire hunter is missing out on enjoying your beauty. I will not make the same mistake."

Shifting his gaze down, he let his hand slip under the younger count's skirt, trailing his fingers up his downy legs. "Oh, my, my... You are full of surprises," Vlad chuckled, tracing his fingers over the lace he could feel between Duckula's legs. Sadly, the hypnotism would not allow his nephew to feel the pleasures of the flesh. That would have to wait until they were wed. Perhaps he would allow Duckula to continue his vegetarian lifestyle for a while longer while at his castle; it would make him more amenable in the bedchambers. Blood-thirsty vampires were difficult lovers, after all.

With a sigh, Vlad withdrew his hand, and straightened the younger man's skirts. Leaning closer, he trailed his fangs over Duckula's soft green throat. "Perhaps, just a taste..."

"Announcing the arrival of Countess Lucrecia and Duke Cassius!"

Vlad pulled back, grumbling under his breath about annoying relatives interrupting his pleasant evening. "Lay back down, my dear. Soon, we shall be wed. And then we can enjoy each other's company. Hah! I doubt your hunter fellow got very far. When you discover true passion, it shall be at my hands." The older vampire lifted Duckula's hand to his bill, giving it a light kiss. "Until next we meet, sweet Duckula."

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Note: Yeah... Vlad's a creep. Get your butt in gear, Goosewing!