Dracula's Garden

Title: Dracula’s Garden
Warning: Adult content. If you’re not old enough, don’t read it.

I don’t own the characters, a dead guy does. I’m just finishing off where the directors of the 1979 Dracula left off with the little scene in Dracula’s garden.

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“Listen to them,” he said quietly, staring into black garden. “The children of the night. What sad music they make.”

“Do you think it sad?” Lucy asked.

“It’s so lonely, like weeping.” Dracula turned to her, capturing her for a moment in his eyes.

“I think it’s a wonderful sound.” She said, leaving his side and descended the stairs. “I really love the night. It’s so simple.”

“And so deceptive.” He responded, following her.

“And so exciting,” she finished, her voice breathy. Warmth rose in her chest. She turned back to look at him, her heart beating rapidly and her stomach in a flurry as he continued down the stairs.

“You take the dawn for granted,” the count chided, “the warm, hot sunlight. Ah, but the night – ” he trailed off, looking wistfully into the darkness.

“Was made to enjoy.”

Dracula smiled, closing the few steps between them until he could look down into Lucy’s eyes. “Yes, yes it was. It was made to enjoy life,” he breathed, stroking her hair. “And love.” The count continued to stroke Lucy’s cheek, feeling the shudder of her breath against his skin, warm and inviting. He put his finger under her chin, wordlessly inviting her gaze, yet she refused.

For a moment Lucy realized the danger of being here, with him. She could not deny his magnetism, his charisma that drew her toward him in so many ways. Just one look at him now, this close, so close to him, alone, and she knew she was lost to him.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

His voice sent shivers down her spine. She could feel his eyes, and nearly caught them as her eyes flickered halfway up before looking down again.

“Look.” And she did, and felt as though her heart had fled her body, replaced by a thousand flittering butterflies. She let out a last shaky breath as he moved closer, his eyes hungry for more than just sight.

Dracula caught Lucy’s gasp in his lips as he kissed her, pressing gently before pulling away playfully and kissing her again. He opened his eyes as his lips left hers and traveled thoughtlessly to her neck, his breath breezing over her creamy skin. Yet his lips did not touch. The satin red lips danced lightly up her neck, and Dracula contented himself with gently biting her ear before tenderly kissing away his offense.

“You must forgive me,” he breathed, pulling away.

“What for?” Lucy smiled, not ready to let him go with mere manners. Her head spun just being close to him, and how he kissed her, like no man had before.

“For intruding on your life,” he said with a grin, his arms still around the woman.

“I came of my own accord,” she asserted, putting her hand behind Dracula’s head and pulling him into her kiss.

Dracula smiled into the kiss, allowing Lucy’s lips to press into his, toying with her playfully, pulling back whenever she tried to deepen the kiss. He could feel her trembling beneath his hands, and he knew she was his. He longed to take her, but not like this. The time was not yet right, and too soon after Mina’s death.

At last Dracula pulled away, still smiling gently. “You should, perhaps, go.”

“No, I’d rather stay.” Lucy replied, trying to catch his lips again.

Dracula laughed and dodged. “It will be light soon.”

“Not for hours yet.”

Suddenly he grew serious, holding her shoulders tightly, the smile gone from his lips. “I will see you again,” he promised.

Lucy shook her head, the butterflies in her chest pounding and her limbs aching to be held by him. “Oh please…” she begged, staring pathetically into his dark eyes.

The count looked down at Lucy briefly, running his eyes over her exposed shoulders and gently touching the beads clasped tightly around her neck. He inhaled her scent once again as he calmed the bloodlust running through his body.

Dracula kissed her once more, deeply, without the playfulness of before, pressing his lips firmly against hers. He ran his tongue over her lips and she parted them, accepting him inside her.

Lucy arched herself toward Dracula, longing for contact, wanting him to touch her, to possess her. And Dracula obliged. His hands left her shoulders and rubbed against her arms before encircling her and pulling her small body flush against his. He reached down, his hands probing, exploring down her back, her waist, her hips.

His lips left hers again, pressing firmly against the skin under her jaw, tasting the salt of her flesh there before traveling down the side of her neck. Her skin burned under his lips, her pounding heart sending quivers through the vessels in her neck. He lingered there only a moment before descending past the necklace, licking and nibbling on her collar bone. Lucy’s breath hitched as he pushed the shoulder of her gown away to clear room for his kisses.

“Count Dracula,” she breathed, knotting her fingers in his hair.

Dracula’s kisses continued down the collar of her shirt, touching the top of her breast before he rose again and captured her mouth. His hands stopped their wandering to undo the fastenings of her gown, and Lucy’s quickly moved to join them. When finally she stood before him in nothing but her under gown, she returned to him, pressing herself into his body and attacking his neck with kisses.

Dracula groaned, closing his eyes and letting his head fall to the side, holding her head to his neck. Then he threw his head back, his lips parting and his eyes popping open as Lucy pulled herself closer, her hips pushing against his manhood.

When she kissed him again he was smiling, returning to toying with her again briefly. When she protested she suddenly found herself on her back, looking up at him from her bed of fallen leaves. He stood silently above her, watching her flush under his gaze until her hands reached up for him.

The count fell to his knees above her, straddling her, and dropped kisses over her neck and shoulders. He held onto her cheek, stroking it softly as his other hand roamed over her chest and reached under the thin undergarment, taking one breast in it.

Lucy’s back arched and she gasped, aching and burning from within. She grasped the back of Dracula’s suit and a fist full of leaves, her lidded eyes focused on the space between the branches above her as he massaged her firmly. Count Dracula had long since stopped his kisses, finding watching her writhing for him far more interesting.

He grinned slyly and released her breast, only to recapture it in his lips, sucking and biting gently until she called to him through her panting.

Lucy wrapped her fingers in his hair, pushing down on him. “Please,” she whispered.

Dracula looked at her again, panting and eyes squeezed shut, calling to him breathlessly, begging him. Her lips parted and gasping for air, Lucy opened her eyes and looked up at the handsome man. “Please,” she whispered again, pulling him down to her and kissing him fiercely.

Playing his tongue over hers, exploring her mouth, Dracula pushed his hand lower, over her soft breasts, across her abdomen, rubbing down her thigh. Lucy gasped and her head fell back as Dracula’s hand reached the focus of her need, rubbing against her thigh, teasing her knowingly. He grinned wide as she moaned and her legs kicked impatiently. And then he touched her.

All the while kissing along her collar bone, Dracula ran his fingers up her undergarments, teasing her skin and dancing like breath along her hairs. He swirled his fingers over her opening, pressing with his thumb into the mound of hair above before softly inserting a digit.

Lucy gasped as his finger entered her, feeling impossibly cold enveloped by her heat. He moved the finger around pressing against her walls, testing the sounds escaping her lips until he found the one that pleased him most. And inserted another finger.

While Dracula pressured the walls inside of her, Lucy was gone, lost in the waves of pleasure that thundered over her. When suddenly she felt his lips join his hand, she cried out in both surprise and ecstasy. The waves continued down on her as his tongue entered her briefly, darting in an out and consuming all of her. She lost herself completely in a cry pulled from deep inside of her.

In the end she lie there panting, dizzy and breathless as the count crawled back up her body. She moaned again as he captured her lips in his, but pulled away when she tried to deepen the kiss.

“You must go now,” he said calmly, stroking her face as he stared into her eyes. “It will be light soon.”

“No, not for hours,” Lucy continued to protest.

Dracula looked up and guided her eyes to the dimming sky. She lie with her lips parted in surprise, speechless, and unwilling to let go of the man in her arms.

“Your father will be worried.”

“Then let him worry, I don’t want to go,” she continued, pressing her lips firmly against the count’s as he pulled her up.

Smiling, Dracula pulled her to her feet and looked down at her, forcing her to meet his eyes with a finger under her chin. “I will see you again,” he promised.

Lucy pouted, closing her eyes when he kissed her one more time before helping her dress. The carriage was waiting for her outside when he escorted her to the front of Carfax Abby. Stepping out onto the porch, Lucy turned to face the tall man standing in the doorway.

“You promise?” She demanded.

Count Dracula bowed. “You have my word.”