Foreplay: Pepper and Dracula s second Date

((Warning :) This will be a very long Chapter and only the Intro for something more fitting to this Side :) see it as a foreplay and enjoy it))

Dracula sat in the lobby of the hall and looked at the clock hanging on the wall. Fascinated by the construction, which did not work like other clocks with a hand and many gears, this clock seemed to consist of light and just like mechanical clocks in perfect synchronicity display the time. He would have loved to take this device apart and study it, but unfortunately this would have been quite conspicuous. The technology of this era fascinated him immeasurably. The people walked around as if they had become slaves of technology and yet he had to admit that some of these inventions appealed to him very much. Especially this horse-less carriage that everyone seemed to own.

But today he wanted to learn more about this Pepper Potts and find out more about her. She was perhaps just what he needed. An influential ruler in an important country called Stark Industrial. As he had understood it yesterday, her home village was a city called New York and even then he had wondered why the city was now called new? Had York been destroyed by some misfortune? Many things had not yet made complete sense to him, but this woman was influential, beautiful and interesting. So much he had learned yesterday. Also that she was married to a knight in shining armor who called himself Iron Man. Not a very original name, but what could one expect from English knights. With the **** of Arthur Pendragon, England had been a country in decline in his eyes.

Curious, he tasted the drink he had been served. It was black as night, something that had made him curious, and bubbled away nicely. But it was not beer and the bubbles in it tickled his nose. It tasted very sweet and sticky, but people seemed to like drinking it, so he had tasted it. No comparison to the blood of a noble virgin, but at least not completely undrinkable either.

"All alone handsome man?" suddenly asked a young woman who stood beside him and adored him. But her gaze was hollow and empty. She was not a woman worthy of him. Her body was appealing, no question, but she lacked that special something Dracula had always desired in women.

He turned to the woman and looked at her for a long time. The woman's initial smile died as she could see in his face that he didn't seem to have the slightest interest in her. It was almost a pitying look he gave her as he said. "Too bad. Apart from your beauty, you have nothing worth mentioning to offer. And even that will soon fade away and you will look back on a lifetime of mistakes. I do not wish to speak with you. So leave me alone."

The woman, who normally was always welcome everywhere just because of her good looks, was about to scold him when she noticed the man's eyes. Something in them suddenly frightened her. It was as if an instinct most mortals had in his presence. They felt his power and his loathing clearly. The woman's lips quivered briefly before she withdrew, leaving Dracula smiling as he heard a new voice.

"It seems you are a true ladies man Mr. Adamson?" smiled Pepper. Dracula immediately turned to her and smiled. Pepper looked simply beautiful, he had to admit. He had always had a weakness for red-haired women and many of his brides had had red hair. But for a mortal woman, Pepper was truly stunningly beautiful. The dress she wore accentuated her gorgeous body superbly and especially highlighted her breasts. Without the smallest of necklines, the dress went down to her neck, but it was still a very well chosen sin. It was skin tight and you could clearly see the contours of her undergarments. The hair she had pinned up and tied with 2 long pins in her hair. Her eyes, unlike the lady just now, shone with energy. Dracula had always been surrounded by strong women, most of whom had only grown stronger through his bite, but this woman was naturally strong. However, he had decided at that moment that he would not make her one of his brides. Over the millennia, he had developed a sense of how such a thing could affect a person's mind. For him it had never been very difficult to find a possible bride, no the problem was that this bride survived longer than a few weeks.

The power of a vampire was particularly strong in the first weeks of his existence, because the fresh blood of Dracula still flowed through their veins and exactly this power worked like a ****. It let many fall into a frenzy that ended fatally, because they overestimated their powers or committed stupidities. Others he had to kill himself, because their hunger for human blood had been insatiable.

But this woman, this Pepper Potts, was a jewel he wanted to keep as long as possible. After all, there were other ways and means to give her a long and powerful life. He had some tricks up his sleeve that would allow him to gift her without having to change her right away. He wanted to keep that keen mind and her mortal advantages as long as possible.

"I'm just afraid the lady was wrong about me. It takes more than just looking good to be interesting." The Prince of Darkness smiled, reached for her hand and gave it a light kiss. As he did so, he sensed that she had initially wanted to pull her hand away briefly, but then decided to allow him to do so.

"And Mr. Adamson? Am I in that category too?" she smiled as he pulled her chair out of the way.

"From what I have experienced of you so far, I would say no. It is true that you are a beautiful woman, but also a woman who appreciates the value of marriage, a woman who has an eye for art and beauty. All qualities that fascinate me." He smiled and then raised his hand apologetically. "However, I understand that my words may be mistaken. I only wish to express that I think your husband can be very happy and hope he knows this. I therefore apologize for my inappropriate gesture earlier. It was not done with any nefarious intent."

Pepper smiled at him and literally hung on his lips. Every word of his was so eloquently and beautifully chosen, plus that soft yet masculine voice. When she had come in, she had already seen that blonde bitch walk up to him. She had kept herself extra hidden. After all, she knew old Tony Stark more than enough. But to her astonishment Cain had reacted quite differently than expected. She was sure that he had not known that she had been around. However, he had not fallen for this woman and had even taught her a lesson. At that moment he had risen massively in her esteem. In general, there was something about him that she found fascinating.

"You're forgiven, Mr. Adamson. So. what do you want to do today?" she asked quickly changing the subject.

"I learned yesterday that you are very well-versed in architecture and culture. I'm very interested in the past. Maybe there's a museum or two around here?" he asked with a smile and Pepper laughed.

"A museum? Here in Paris. The joke was a good one. But of course the question would be which one do we take?"

Luckily, she had broken up her joke right away, Dracula thought to himself. It would have been extremely embarrassing if she had found out that he really didn't know there was a museum here.

"I would say that you may choose that. I would be happy for you to show me the interesting places of the city, but please not the ones that are considered tourism by the people here: I've heard that word so often in the last few hours that it's become repugnant to me by now."

"Well then." she said, pressing a small box on her wrist. "Sunday. I need a car and tickets to the Rodin Museum and Garden."

To Dracula's amazement, a small floating column of light appeared above the box and actually answered her.

"Miss Potts. May I point out that the Rodin Museum is closed and the garden is also closed. Would you like me to make a separate request to the owner?"

"Do that Sunday, please. And have the car brought around already, please."

"Impressive!" marveled Dracula, following her in wonder at the marvel of technology. They weren't quite out of the hotel when that ominous Sunday spoke up again.

"Miss Potts. The operator of the museum is pleased to be able to do you a personal favor and will inform the guards immediately that the museum is at your disposal."

"That's almost as impressive." Dracula smiled and Pepper grinned.

"The Stark name opens a lot of doors."

"But your name is Pepper Potts?" he asked, confused. Was it no longer fashionable for a woman to take her husband's name?

"That's true, but at the wedding I decided that I would keep my name. Tony doesn't mind. But most people know who I am and who I'm married to. Besides, I officially run my husband's company." Laughed she gleefully and got into the car. Even Dracula, who had no idea about all these things, immediately saw that this chariot was that of a king. He followed her and sat in one of the most comfortable chairs he had ever had in his life. The chariot drove through the dark night of Paris, and Dracula watched with enthusiasm as the people conquered the darkness and created their own light.

Pepper, on the other hand, could hardly take her eyes off the man. She literally had to pull herself together not to faint at the sight of him. He wasn't just forbiddingly good-looking, no, he had that indescribable something. He was more masculine than Thor, more gallant than Steve and more eloquent than Tony. With the latter she had to grin involuntarily. Tony was everything but eloquent. Most of the time, anyway. But still, this Cain guy was just her type. He would even have been her type if he hadn't been her type... because one look at him made it clear that he was perfect. She shook her head briefly and tried not to think about it.

Luckily for her it didn't take long until they were there and the night watchmen let the 2 of them in and one of them asked her curiously if the man next to him was Iron Man. In order not to make things unnecessarily complicated she just nodded and then pushed Dracula into the big garden. Here he proved again that he was a gentleman, because he took off his jacket and put it on her. The dress looked stunning, but was not necessarily warm. Gratefully looking at him, she walked with him through the garden and when he noticed that she was still shivering a bit, he offered her to go inside.

"No... I... uh would like to stay out here with you a little longer. Somehow... I think it's very nice right now, even if it is a bit nippy." she said, shivering slightly as she watched wide-eyed as he took off his warm-weather shirt. Pepper stared at him, stunned.

"What a body!" she moaned as she saw his perfect body. He was like one of the statues standing behind her. One look at it and Pepper understood why so many women had the hots for this man. She couldn't even look away as he pulled the jacket off her shoulder, then helped her put the shirt on and held the jacket out again.

"Thank you Miss Potts." Dracula smiled, and thanks to his vampiric heritage, he didn't really feel the cold.

"But... cold... freezing... freezes..." stammered the usually so eloquent Pepper helplessly and reached out her hand. She just had to touch that body once. It felt cool to the touch and yet beautiful.She was so fascinated by this body that it didn't even occur to her that it was now standing completely unprotected in the cold and not trembling in the slightest.

"Is it me or the cold that has you stammering all of a sudden?" grinned Dracula cheekily and Pepper looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Is.... You're not freezing?" she asked in amazement and he smiled and shook his head.

"Please don't worry about me. If you like we can go inside though. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." he smiled kindly and just the thought that he would cover himself again was a reason for her to shake her head violently.

"No... No... If you don't mind... we'll get to my favorite statue soon!" she smiled and took his hand, pulling him deeper into the garden. Curious as to what her favorite might be, he followed her and stopped in front of a statue of an older man. He wore a long beautiful robe and and was very ornately carved out of marble. The features were noble and beautifully carved. However, Dracula did not recognize the figure and then scrutinized the golden plate before he began to laugh.

"Vlad Tepes, Draculea of Wallachia."he read aloud and Pepper scowled at him as he began to laugh.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Well... why is Vlad portrayed as an old man here?" he asked, amused, and Pepper smiled.

"Because it's the Bram Stoker version of him. This statue is a commemoration of the famous vampire book." She smiled and he looked up. Bram Stoker? Vampire book? What was she talking about? Was there supposed to be some kind of guide to his deeds? A manual for vampire hunters, perhaps? No. It couldn't be that.

"You... like vampires?" he asked, rather incredulously.

"Vampires?" she said with a smile, looking up at the statue. "No. At least not most of them. But Count Dracula is something else. In the book, he's portrayed as a nobleman, a lost soul looking for love. Stoker just wrote such an amazingly great vampire novel that captivated me when I was a kid. I come from a world where meta-beings are completely normal. I eat breakfast with Thor Odinson and beings who save the world every day.... But... this... this is something else. A vampire!" she giggled good-humoredly, stroking the statue. "I'd love to get bitten by that one. HAVE you ever read the book?" she asked, turning to Dracula and freezing in shock. His eyes glowed blood red, his mouth was open and she could see 2 long fangs sparkling in the light. His aura was as threatening as it was erotic. Half naked he stood before her. This was how she had always imagined a vampire. She had so many options now. She could scream for help, inform sunday, run away or attack him, but all she did was look at him. Then she craned her neck and revealed her neck to him.

"Just once. I just want to know what it's like...just once! just this one time! Tony will be able to heal me! Nothing's going to happen to me. He's not going to kill me!" it flashed through her mind as she closed her eyes.

The pain was felt only for a second, then it began. Her body was consumed by an unnatural fire that moved furiously through her body. This was what she had been waiting for since she first read about Dracula. The feeling of a vampire drinking her blood. Her mind raced, filled with erotic images, with terrifying images, and with everything in between. Her body became completely defenseless in his arms and she heard a woman moan.

"Was that me?" it flashed through her mind as she heard the woman moaning again. Yes... it was her. It was a light, gentle yet passionate moan that escaped her lips as she felt him sucking her blood from her body. Every suck, every drop that left her body increased her arousal even more. Unable to move or do anything but enjoy, she fell into his arms and enjoyed the feeling of being completely at his mercy. She realized that he was now the master of her life and **** and that she was at his mercy. With this feeling she surrendered ... until it became dark around her.... even darker... Her mind... was intoxicated by all the images, which overtaxed her body and she surrendered to the feeling so far that she no longer perceived anything.

Hours later.

Panic-stricken, she jumped up as soon as her senses returned. She breathed heavily and intermittently, her hands trembled. Confused, she looked around and realized that she was lying in her room. On her bed. She grabbed her neck where she still felt the 2 small dots. It had not been a dream. She jumped out of bed and ran to the mirror and looked at the 2 small puncture wounds. Right on her neck.

"Cain!" she moaned as she ran over the little stitches and felt her nipples getting hard and her pussy wet. She remembered all the beautiful, horny and especially kinky pictures she had seen when he had bitten her. All the sweet promises he had awakened in her mind. The other hand wandered to her right breast and squeezed it tightly through the dress she still wore. She moaned out in demand. "Why did you leave me alone! Sunday! Check my stats! Is there anything unusual?" she asked anxiously as she looked at her watch. Was she a vampire now? How was it with sunlight....

It only took a few seconds before she heard Sunday's reassuring voice.

"Your vitals are stable Miss Potts, but you have low blood pressure. I'm reading an increased release of endorphins."

"Do a full check, please. I want every abnormality!" she said, breathing heavily, then took a seat in front of a small case Tony had given her. The case opened and various systems unfolded that could do a full check. The whole thing took almost an hour and Sunday's instructions calmed Pepper down a bit. She was clearer in her mind and then learned that she was not infected with any virus, bacteria or disease. Her DNA and RNA were still fully intact and nothing indicated transformation or disease.

"Are you satisfied?" she then heard his voice behind her. Startled, she pulled up and saw Dracula sitting in an armchair smiling at her. Both hands rested on his walking stick as he looked at her.

"How... did you get in here?" she asked incredulously, staring at him. A hand rested briefly over the emergency switch on her watch. Within minutes, security would be here and Tony and the Avengers would be on their way immediately!

"Through the window." he smiled, pointing to the open window. "That's how I brought you here tonight." he said quietly, looking at the hand in wait. Even if he might not have known the function, he was sure the ghost voice could do more than tell the time.

"You... are a vampire!" she said firmly, trying to sound calm and matter-of-fact.

"No... I am THE vampire. I am the origin of our race." He smiled and stood up. "So, may I introduce myself? Cain, son of Adam. First man, created by the being you call God. In your world, however, I seem to go by the name of Vlad. I readily admit that I have borne that name for a long time, and yet I have slept for many centuries and am sure I have never met a man named Bram Stoker." he smiled and swung his right arm around, indicating a deep bow.

"Cain... Bible... ADAM!" she stammered, looking at him. Now it was completely clear to her why she was so attracted to this man. His animal attraction...he was a vampire! THE vampire! And he had tasted of her! "Am ... I become like you now?" she asked uncertainly, and he shook his head.

"I haven't done the ritual of the Kiss yet, and to be honest. I don't plan to either."

"You don't?" she asked, not sure whether to be disappointed or relieved when he walked right up to her. His steps, his every move was so majestic that she couldn't take her eyes off him. "you... hypnotize... me..." she stammered helplessly as he smiled and lifted her chin.

"I don't need that, milady Pepper Potts. Your soul has long felt that you are drawn to me like a moth to light. I hereby vow to you in the name of my brother that I have not used any abilities. And yet... tell me... do you want me to stay?" he asked and she sank into his eyes.

"Vampire... evil... dangerous... beautiful..." went through her mind as she looked at him and answered stammering. "How... what are you going to do to me?"

"Oh that's simply my beautiful Pepper Potts...you're going to help me find my way in this new world. You're going to take me to this new York you told me about...and you're going to make sure I don't attract any attention. I need a loyal and capable mortal to help me!" he smiled, still looking at her. "You have a choice now. You will do it of your own free will.... Or..."

"Or... what?" she languished at him, staring at his lips. Her knees were weak and her voice failed completely.

"I could **** you to do it!" he smiled and opened his mouth. His long fangs were clearly visible.

"I..." she was about to reply when they were both distracted by a loud noise.

"Miss Potts... Tony's calling." the two then heard Sunday's voice.

Pepper's Perception of the talk

"Who?" she asked dreamily, still staring at Dracula.

"Tony Stark. Your husband!" the AI dutifully replied which snapped her out of her thoughts a bit and Dracula just smiled at her and grinned.

"Your spouse wants your attention! You should give it to him!" smiled Dracula, easing off of her a bit. Pepper looked at him in disbelief and didn't even know what to do anymore. Her emotions were going crazy right now. All this could not be true. She turned around and took a deep breath before activating the monitor and her husband's face appeared. Tony looked pretty beat. Exhausted, overworked, and rattled, she could tell right away.

"Hey Pepper!" he said, raising his hand in greeting. His smile was enough to put Pepper at ease a little. However, she was also pensive. A furtive glance to the side where Dracula stood was enough to get her emotions stirring again. Should she give Tony a warning. They had rehearsed special phrases especially for such cases. They would not stand out in a conversation and Tony would know immediately that she urgently needed help. Thanks to Thor and the Bifrost they would be here in minutes and would be able to stop Dracula somehow. On the other hand, Dracula hadn't done anything nefarious yet. Shuddering briefly, she drew a hand to her neck and ran it over the 2 fine wounds, which were the only proof that he had drunk from her. As soon as she thought about it, the memories came back.

The feeling of being so weak that she could not defend herself against him. The images in her head that were more intoxicating than anything she had ever experienced. It shot through her head that it was exactly what made a vampire. The dark, forbidden, depraved and unruly side of humanity. Why in the movies the women never screamed when a vampire bit them. In her wildest dreams she had never imagined the bite of a vampire to be so erotic, and she had thought about it VERY often. Ever since she first read the book Dracula as a young teenager, she had been obsessed with this fantasy. She had read almost everything there was to read about vampires and her Kindle account was overflowing with erotic literature about vampires.

"Hey Tony." she managed to smile as she realized he was waiting for a response. She tried to focus on her husband. On the feeling she had for him. Their close bonds, but she just couldn't. Not 2 meters away from her Dracula had taken a seat and sat on the big comfortable armchair. ""I wonder what he was thinking right now? I wonder what he meant by his words."" Her knees became weak at these words, and she had to support herself with both hands on the table to create a calm impression for Tony.

She had made up her mind. She would tell Tony nothing about him. Nothing about the fact that she was not alone. That her visitor was a blood-drinking immortal who aroused all her basest urges. She could not abandon Dracula yet. His way of speaking, his charisma and especially all the stories he had to tell. She tried to convince herself that she remained faithful to her husband, that it had nothing to do with the fact that he was the most beautiful and seductive man she had ever seen, or that every fiber of her body longed to be fucked by the prince of the undead.

She blushed as this thought popped into her head. Fucking! Since when was she so vulgar!?

Finally Tony's words snapped her out of her thoughts. Almost pissed off at the unattractive intrusion of those thoughts, she looked at the monitor and raised a brow. "What?"

"You seem absent-minded. Is everything all right?" asked Tony uncertainly, and Pepper put on a smile.

"Of course Tony. I've just been preoccupied. Busy, busy, busy. You'd know that if you made such business trips yourself and didn't always play the hero." she countered cheekily, swallowing hard as Dracula rose and walked toward them.

""He can't come here now! Tony will see him! Tony will see who I have here in my room," she thought hastily, realizing that Tony had said something, but hardly able to concentrate on it. Now the time had come. Dracula entered the visual area of the camera. She stared helplessly at her husband's face and stammered his name.

"Honey? Are you sure you're all right?" he asked now, completely confused, without taking his eyes off her. She, however, could feel Dracula standing right behind her. His hands came to rest on her shoulder. Tony, however, didn't notice it at all.

"Vampires... Mirror image!" she stammered softly, shaking her head. "No! I mean...it's all good Tony!!! I just haven't slept much and everything has been so tiring and the jet lag!"

"You've been watching another one of your vampire movies haven't you?" he grinned suddenly and leaned back in his chair and Pepper stiffened completely as she felt Dracula's hands slowly massaging her shoulders. In the cut-out Picture that showed her own face she could barely notice how the dress moved against her shoulders. Where his fingers rested on her. But the camera couldn't catch the vampire and so it was completely invisible what he was doing. But that was not the only thing. His touches ignited an infernal fire within her that she struggled to suppress.

"And if that were so?" she grinned cheekily, then swallowed as she continued speaking. "I ... find it ..."

"Don't worry... I know how you feel about that vampire nonsense, don't I?" Tony asked with a laugh, leaning forward as she scowled at him and he immediately raised his arms defensively, laughing for the first time in the conversation.

"Watch your mouth!" she hissed angrily! How dare he expose her like that in front of Dracula. But while her anger was boiling up, she suddenly felt Dracula's breath on her ear.

"All right, all right...where were you yesterday? I wrote you a dozen messages! And tried to reach you!" he finally asked, but Pepper had trouble following the conversation completely. Dracula's presence was too distracting.

"Uh... museum... business lunch... and... so..." she stammered distractedly, then remembered the news he had mentioned. "Yeah... read them..." she lied to him. She had never lied to Tony before?! Why was she doing it now of all times.

"So... what do you say?"

"To what?"

"Well...that thing I wrote.... with the broken desk and all... the mess.... in the room and uhh.... the one with the maid!" he said quietly and Pepper barely listened as she heard Dracula whisper something in her ear.

"Your blood was delicious!"

A violent shudder ran through her body at those words. Why did Tony have to call now of all times. How could she get rid of him without arousing suspicion. ""Say something pepper! You have to say something!""

"...uh... yes... Didn't read it all... busy.. But... do it like always! Pay for the damages and that's it!" she stammered and leaned back a little. She wanted to feel this incredible man against her. The fact that Tony was watching didn't really matter to her. Even if he could have seen the man behind her, she wouldn't have cared. She closed her eyes and felt her back leaning against his chest....

"Oh... yes... good! Oh wait a minute! Nikki just got here!" he said suddenly and she could see him looking behind the camera and probably someone was talking but she couldn't hear. She used the time to say quietly.

"Please... Count... Dracula. " she pleaded formally and closed her eyes. Dracula behind her just grinned and enjoyed this game. This woman was extremely interesting. In more ways than one. It seemed that she had been wishing for a situation like this for a long time. Amazing that in this era vampires were portrayed so strangely and not as the bloodthirsty murderers they could be.

Pepper felt him push her away and sighed softly. She had probably gone over the edge... or had to wait a little longer as she suddenly saw on the picture-in-picture how her skin on her neck was pressing in a little. What was not visible was that Dracula had closed his left hand around her neck. It was so cool that she shuddered, so soft and tender that it drove her mad, and yet the grip was as hard as steel. Even breathing was difficult, although he wasn't really **** her. Would Tony see that someone was holding her neck? Would he realize that his wife had just been grabbed? Unable to free herself? Unable to resist this power?

She looked at the monitor, trembling, but Tony was talking to Nikki. The young woman smiled briefly at her and said hello before continuing to talk to Tony and whispering something in his ear.

Then she felt it... again... His lips were on her neck. Fascinated, she looked at the small picture of her. In real time, she could watch her neck being crushed, then as 2 small bloody spots appeared as his rice teeth penetrated her skin. The feeling was back immediately. The pictures. Of him! HER! Here on the desk he was fucking her brains out, ripping off her clothes and taking her in every way possible. She begged, pleaded and whimpered for more, calling him her master and lord. But as quickly as the intoxicating feeling had come.... so quickly it was gone. For the teeth withdrew and she felt an endless emptiness within her! Why had he stopped? Didn't she taste good to him? Her legs were like rubber and only the strong hand on her neck kept her still on her feet. Her breathing was rapid and intermittent and her pussy was burning with desire. Her nipples were more than visible even through the bra and dress. Luckily Tony was distracted by Nikki and so they both didn't see how hard she was breathing, how a bead of sweat was running down her forehead.

"I'm sorry honey.... there was something... uh... important!" said Tony smiling and looking a little pale. Nikki had probably tried to explain to him how expensive it was, whatever the fuck he had done again.

"yeah... yeah... All... good... I.. Uh... yeah... Where were we?" she stammered awkwardly, expecting to blow her cover any second.

"Tell me darling. When you get back... I'd like to work on a new project and I need your help." He smiled and then grinned. "I've been thinking for a while now that it's about time... if we could take care of our family planning!"

Nikki's eyes widened in amusement as she overheard this. She was still standing behind Tony, smiling to herself.

"Family planning? Sounds great!" said Pepper, nodding eagerly. But whatever she said, they were just hollow phrases. She let her hands hang down her body, indescribably enjoying the way Dracula handled her. "Can we talk about this later...? Tony... so... busy!" she stammered and Tony just nodded disappointedly and wished her a nice day before they ended the conversation.

As soon as it was over he let go of her neck and she slumped down exhausted and wobbly on her legs on the chair next to her. She could do nothing but look up at him, look up at him in more ways than one.

"What... will happen now?" she asked, hoping that he would carry out his threat.