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Laszlo opened his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. He had barely slept but could now feel the velvet embrace of night ushering in behind his coffin lid. He had spent the day rolling in and out of short but vivid nightmares. Nightmares of his good lady wife leaving him in one, ripping off his head and effectively ending his once eternal life in another, and finally a not altogether too unpleasant but still unnerving dream of his Najdia entwined with her beloved Gregor and their housemate Nandor.
He supposed he deserved these torments, having royal fucked things up again. While their marriage has always been an open one, there were certain rules and certain people that should be strictly adhered to and excluded. Person number one was Lilith.
This forbidden knee-trembler had happened at a weak moment. Gregor had made another grand return and was occupying all Nadja's time until unavoidably he would break her heart and Laszlo would once again render his head from his neck. They had been gone almost two weeks, traipsing around who knows where and making wildly passionate love while Laszlo sat alone, dick in his hand with no prospects to suck or fuck. Trying to shake off this heavy feeling of melancholy, he had decided to go to a local little shit hole of a bar nearby that hosted most of the unnatural beings of Staten Island. Surely, he would find someone to blow off some stream with while he awaited his good lady wife's return.
While the bar was dingy and the lights were dim, he still noticed Lilith the moment he walked it. Maybe the centuries of living with his wife, who hated witches with a fiery passion, had given him heightened senses when it came to smelling them out. She didn't seem to notice him at any rate and he wouldn't let her ruin his good time, or pitty party depending on who's asking. He spent the night slamming drunk blood shots and trying to flirt thru his bleak mood with little success.
Then, a vision of his lovely wife came swimming into view. For the briefest of moments, he let himself hope that Nadja had come home and he wouldn't have to keep up this charade. He could take her home and fuck her until the sun began to rise. Unfortunately, it was only Lilith doing what she thought was a convincing glamour spell on him. While she did have some of the hallmarks of the things he loved in his wife, such as her long luxurious black locks and swollen red plush lips, she did not possess her delicious curves, shining fuck me eyes, nor the soul he had come to worship all these centuries.
This is where he let himself and the unholy sanctity of his marriage down.
What he should have done was tell this unsavory trollop he knew exactly who she was and she wouldn't make a fool of him. He knew she was only after his precious semen for those damned lotions and magnets. He would tell her to kindly fuck off and never darken his proverbial doorstep again.
What he had done, was order two more shots and pull this mockery of his wife into the back alley where a lone putrid mattress lay amongst the strewn trash. The affronting act was a quick, disjointed, and altogether unpleasant affair. Afterward, Lilith cackled and mocked him for his stupidity. He let her think she had bested him and even tried to convince himself he thought it had been Nadja just to ease the pain of this true full knowledge betrayal. It wasn't much later that Lilith gleefully told Nadja what had happened.
She never mentioned her disguise and Laszlo couldn't bring himself to insult his wife further. He thought he had lost her forever. Most vampires, hell most humans would have left and never looked back. It took damn near a century for her to fully forgive him. Now, years and years later, it's all be dredged back up again thanks to another one of Lilith's semen stealing attempts. Can't forget the Nandor bit too. Luckily he didn't think his dearest darling truly cared about that detail. They have all been sleeping together for decades when the mood strikes them, but he can see how it didn't help the events of last evening.
Laszlo closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the cool wood grain of his coffin and heard the faintest sniffling coming from the other side. A shot of indescribable despair struck deep within his chest where his beating heart use to be. His good lady wife was crying.
He had only seen her cry a handful of times and knowing he was the one who caused it was more than he could bear. He pushed back his heavy ornamental lid and quickly rapped upon Nadja's coffin. " Leave me alone you stupid fucking donkey." came the muffled and tear choked sound of his beloved. Those words, which usually were backed by such venom and passion, fell flat and devoid of any emotions on his ears. "My darling please, you know I can't bear it when you cry" Laszlo returned softly, trying the lid and finding it held fast in his wife's grip. "Please let me in, the day has been unbearable and I need only to see your beautiful face and to make this up to you."
A few moments of hesitation gave way and Laszlo was able to reveal Nadja, and what a vision she was. Her long black hair was free of its usual dual bun style and was left to flow freely and wildly in ringlets down to her waist. Her eyes were void of any glitter at this early hour but still shone due to the unshed tears lurking right behind her thick and long black lashes. Her lips, however, were as red and lusciously inviting as ever. She was dressed in a silkenly see-thru black peignoir which tied in a delicate satin bow atop the swell of her ample breasts. Laszlo almost forgot to breathe as he was taken aback by her beauty as he has been since that fateful night they first met.
"Oh, you want to make it up to me do you? I'm not sure you can think with that pig shit brain of yours, you're so used to using that OTHER STUPID BLOODY HEAD!" she seethed, narrowing her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest and blocking the objects of Laszlo's distracted and appreciating gaze. Right, none of that me boy. To the task at hand. Laszlo took a deep breath and placed his hands on his chest.
"My darling, I am so very sorry this has all been brought back up again. I should have known better than to be fooled by that damned goat in the garden, and to have let them get their crispy old witchy hands on me again" Nadja bared her fangs and hissed at the mention of the "W" word.
"You have been and will only ever be the one true love of my life. There is no other person ever created that I would rather walk this unending night with. The mere thought of my unforgivable acts that damned night makes my whole soul ache and fill with regret. I would rather meet the sun than to ever hurt you like that again." He reached out for Nadja's hands and brought them up to his lips, kissing her knuckles, and then got down on his knees. Nadja arched a perfectly groomed eyebrow at her husband. "I think you can do better than that." she said with a sly smile.
"But of course my darling. Allow me to show you just how sorry I can be." Laszlo purred back, reaching down to place his hands under her nightgown and running them up the back of her creamy smooth thighs and grabbing two handfuls of her ample, yet firm, backside.
"Oh, my Laszlo!" she squeaks, giving him the flirtatious knowing smile he's been craving. "My darling!" he returns, placing his face against the soft curve of her belly. She smells of figs and dahlias, of moss and honey and Laszlo can't get enough.
She is his dark goddess, and he will forsake all others just to worship her in the pantheon of her body.
Nadja threads her long nails through Laszlo's long locks and scratches along his scalp and lets out a longing sigh as Laszlo brings one hand around her hip. He looks up into her eyes as his fingers slowly descend and find the path leading to her dark curls nestled between her thighs. Nadja sucks in a quick breath as he dips in achingly slow. Gathering some of her wetness he knew would already be beginning to pool, he changes directions and goes back up to her clit, starting with slow and firm circles just the way she likes it.
She lets out a soft gruff groan that sends Laszlo's blood straight to his cock and he knows it won't be long before he is so achingly hard for his good lady wife. But this isn't about him and his needs. If he's lucky, this will be the first of many make-ups tonight but for now, he has Nadja to please and he yearns to please her well. Laszlo picks up the pace of his circles as he stands up. With his free hand, he reaches up to cup the side of Nadja's neck as he kisses the other side, breathing her in and flicking out his tongue to taste her.
He works his way up to the two pinprick scars that are usually hidden by her hair and a pang of jealousy hits him. He wonders what it would have been like to have been the one to turn her. What had she tasted like? Had she, like him, been taken in the throes of passion? Did her sire see her orgasmic blush turn into the pale shade of death? Had she cum before the lights of life went out forever? Those thoughts drive him wild and he becomes even harder. He craves more of her now, and from the sweet desperate mewling sounds she's making, she's ready for more too.
His lips claim her's while he slips two fingers into her velvet wet walls. She giggles lightly and hums into Laszlo's mouth as he sets a quick hard pace with the fingers inside her and his thumb continues to circle her clit. Laszlo can feel her climax starting its slow build-up as she bucks her hips into his hand in perfect rhythm and he begins to feel her walls gently flutter.
He reluctantly leaves her beautiful lips to untie the bow holding the front of her nightgown together. Once it is undone, he dips his hand in to bring out her delicious breast. He takes her dusty rose-colored nipple into his mouth, sucking gently and alternating with sharp scrapes of his teeth. Her cries are becoming more desperate and he knows she getting close, but he's not ready for this bliss to end. He pulls his hand free from between Nadja's legs and she looks like she could kill him, again.
He shoots her a sly grin as he begins to undo his pants. Her murderous look is replaced with an exasperated but loving one as she pants beautifully, chest rising and falling thru her open gown. "Come on then you bad boy, fuck me like you mean it." she says as Laszlo steps between her legs again and she wraps one around his hip. She leans herself back onto the wall of her coffin as Laszlo takes himself in hand and lines up to her entrance.
He rubs the head of his cock thru her moist folds and with one quick movements sheaths himself up to the hilt. His vision begins to swim and he is in awe of the immense pleasure he feels just from entering his beloved wife. "Oh yes, just like that my love." she gasps and throws her arms around his neck.
Grabbing onto her hip for leverage, he pulls out almost completely and rams himself back in, earning another groan of pleasure tinged with pain from Nadja. He repeats that movement one more time and then he's finally reached his breaking point. He needs her fully, and he needs her now.
He takes her standing leg and wraps it to join the other around his waist and supports her and gives himself leverage by once again cupping her ass. He sets a fast pace to burn off some steam but settles into an easy rhythm that allows him to fully gaze into Nadja's eyes and one again kiss her lips.
Their tongues move in languid and long practiced motions. Laszlo shifts ever so slightly to hit the spot he knows drives her wild and Nadja breaks their kiss, putting their foreheads together as they both look down and watch as Laszlo's thick cock pumps in and out of her. Nadja loosens one arm from around his neck and with a gentleness only he is allowed to see places her hand on his cheek bringing his face back into focus on hers. "I love you so, my sweet dark baby. But if you ever fall into Lilith's trap again I will wring your bloody stupid neck." Laszlo tries his best to hide a smile while she moans every other word of her threat.
She then pushes two of her manicured fingers into his mouth and he sucks enthusiastically. Her hungry eyes watch him for a moment before she withdraws them and moves her hand down to where they are exquisitely joined. Laszlo looks down again to watch blood-red nails dip and swirl around her clit again in frantic tight circles. It's almost too much and he has to close his eyes and bury his face in Nadja's shoulder to control himself. Ladies first.
He doubles his effort and listens to the symphony of their mingled moans and the wet thwacking of their flesh. Nadja's movements freeze and she takes in a deep breath before screaming her release into the night. She takes a few beats to catch her breath before leaning back again and cupping her breasts and rubbing teasing thumbs across her nipples. She begins to rotate her hips in a hypnotic motion. "Do you love me my darling? Am I the only long dark-haired beauty you'll ever need? Are you ready to cum for me?" Nadja croons with lust and a bit of mockery weaved together. "I love you, I love you my dark queen, my only ah ah ah!" Laszlo cums so hard he loses all his senses.
All he can think of is how much he truly loves and appreciates this exquisite woman he calls his home and his forever.
He also thinks he hopes Gizmo isn't somewhere nearby cleaning or whatever the fuck else Nandor has him doing. Poor chap surely would have gotten an earful.
He gingerly untangles their limbs and ties Nadja's gown back together as she helps him fasten his pants. She places a final lingering kiss on his lips and strokes his back. "Yes, that was quite an apology my syrup pie." she says with a sleepy smile. "Now I don't know about you my darling, but I think after a little more sleep I would certainly like to apologize again." Laszlo says, lust filling his eyes again as wraps his arms around her and hugs her with all his might.