That caused Elvira to giggle uncontrollably as she thought of it. “Give him something extra…or better yet, tell him how it happened. Maybe he’ll spread the news that my husband is practically a stallion in bed.” she grinned unrepentantly.
“Not as bad as what we did at the old estate back home.” he stated, getting to his feet. She purred with delight as she admired his nude form. That he could still make her body sing like an opera singer was a testament to his love and domination of her and she for him. She would never tire of it.
“True. I think it’s because we’ve settled down a bit to where our auras do not clash so violently anymore unless we wish them to. You must admit, we were younger then, our bond still fresh and unstable.” she stated.
She watched as he slipped on his robe, making a disappointed face as he covered his nude form from her gaze. He seemed to be thinking hard on something before he turned to her.
“Love….why not send a wire to your Brother, Bart. Ask him to come to New York for a vacation. Lord knows he could use it. Been running the family business since your father died. This…ball might serve two purposes. Hmm?
Elvira thought it over for a moment, wondering why Virgo would say such a thing. Until he mentioned the ball. As always, she caught on to what he was implying not even a moment after he spoke.
“Do you really think…? No….” she mused, looking delighted. “Oh that is so deliciously evil, my darling husband. Those two are exact opposites.” But the more she thought on it, the more the idea appealed to her. “He hasn’t been the same since Fanny left him. I think I will send him a telegram, invite him for a visit. I know the children would be delighted to see him, he hasn’t seen them since they were babies.” She sat up on the bed, moving to a standing position as she took up her own robe to tie it on. “I will write to him immediately. It would be nice to have the family together again.” she mused, moving to her writing desk.
“You really should be my secretary too. I can imagine the afternoons of…dictation.”
He chose this phrase carefully, and pressed up to her back as she was going to start to write. Placing his hands firmly on her shoulders, Virgo uttered
“Love…you have no idea how much I want another child. I think we should keep practicing later.”
Knowing this was probably going to put her off, he drew back and released her, then went off into the bathroom, to try and clean up the mess on the floor.
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“You really should be my secretary too. I can imagine the afternoons of…dictation.”
“Darling…If I were to be your secretary…I don’t think you’d get much work done.” she grinned, rubbing her back against him.
“Love…you have no idea how much I want another child. I think we should keep practicing later.”
She turned in her seat to look at him, eyes going dark as he stood naked before her once more.
“Well…you know what they say…practice makes perfect and all that jazz.” she grinned, slapping his ass as he started for the bathroom. “And I do so enjoy the practice. The view isn’t all that bad either.” she smirked before turning back to her letter.
Cleaning up the mess, he knew he couldn’t stay naked the rest of the day, and came back out, heading to his closet to get dressed and leave his wife in peace to write a letter to her brother Bartholomew. It had been sometime since they had seen Elvira’s older sibling, who had become something of a recluse since the death of his Father, and the break up of his engagement to the Heiress Lady Fanny Prescott. Maybe this would be good for the family as a whole. The children had not seen Bart since they were babies, and now that they were all grown up, they would have a lot to discuss.
Thoughts of Madeline came to his mind. The shy sister of the tycoon Rupert Dangerfield. She could really use someone special in her life, and what would it hurt to play match maker to the pair. Was not really the Count’s forte, but knowing Elvira, she would make sure the two were introduced properly.
Once dressed, Virgo unlocked the door, and looked back at his wife saying.
“Might go chase Dominique down and chat with her, while you finish your letter, Love.”
That said, he left the room, closing the door behind him.
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Dominique had just finished her lunch and was enjoying a cup of tea when her brother swanned into the room, a look on his face like the cat who’d just had a bowl full of cream.
“You’re in a good mood.” she noted.
“Tell me I am an awesome brother.” Damion grinned. She set down her cup and eyed him warily.
“What did you do?”
“Oh nothing…” he sing-songed. “…I just maybe might have gotten Nana to agree to come for dinner tonight.”
Dominique stared at him, eyes wide in surprise. “You didn’t?”
“I did.”
“Damion, that’s wonderful! Oh mum will be so pleased to see her!” Dominique gushed with pride at her brother. They both knew that their mother had missed speaking with her family for quite some time. Bart had stayed in England, Alice was off somewhere, Bess had virtually become a hermit over the years and there was still no word on whether or not Juliette was alive or dead.
“So…tell me I am an awesome baby brother.”
“You are the best baby brother ever.” she grinned, moving to his side and hugging him.
This would be the scene their father would walk in on if he came in at that moment.
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The Count wandered in, proud as punch to see not only his daughter Dominique, but also his often wayward son Damion who was hugging his sister and sprouting how he was an awesome baby brother. It was good to see the two so close and especially since the family had all moved to New York, and could keep together, unlike that of Elvira’s family.
“So…tell me I am an awesome baby brother.” Damion said, with Dominique agreeing to that.
“You might have another baby brother soon that will be vowing for that title, kids.”If the twins turned to look, they would see their father standing in behind them. Virgo gave Dominique a kiss on the top of the head, and then patted his son’s back.
“Hope Cook has enough dishes ready, I am famished. Its always a work out when I bed your mother.”
Talk about a case of too much info.
“So, what is new and exciting today. I have some news of my own, if either of you are interested in a big society ball.’ The Count said, reaching for a piece of fruit and sniffing it to see if it was ripe.
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Dominique wanted to shove cotton in her ears. Damion didn’t know whether to laugh or cringe. It was always embarassing when their parents were blunt about their sexual escapades.
“Is mum still breathing?” Damion snorted.
“I’m not hearing this!” Dominique exclaimed. “Daddy, please spare us the details. And what do you mean there might be another baby?” she wondered.
“Hey…I locked the door. That room is pretty sound proof, just…the glass wasn’t strong enough. Oh..and I want us to have another baby. Always found it keeps your Mother looking so young. Not to mention her breasts just swell….I mean…I could lay my head between those for hours,and you would never get me out. So…that’s it really.”
The Count then took a seat and snatched up the paper, as the serving staff swanned around him, pouring him coffee and placing a good full plate of food in front of him, as he winked at his son.
“Don’t worry Son, we’ll still love you, even if you won’t be the youngest. Oh, and your mother is going to write to her brother, Bart to come visit. Big ball happening at the Dangerfield Estate.”
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“Daddy!” Dominique exclaimed.
“Yeah, Dad! Come on!” Damion gaped. “We get that you love Mum, but we really don’t need to hear of your bedroom exploits. It’s embarassing…and I’m jealous.”
“Damion!” Dominique exclaimed.
“What, sis? You gotta admit…a man who loves his wife that much, is a man who has all sorts of happiness. I want that for myself. Don’t you?”
“Well…yeah…but I wouldn’t want to embarass my grown children by expressing it so bluntly.” she glared at her father as she said this but he was simply grinning at her, unrepentant.
“He wouldn’t be our Father if he wasn’t blunt. It’s his nature.” Damion shrugged, pouring himself a cup of coffee. Dominique simply shook her head and stared at the two men in her life.
“Devil take us if the new baby is anything like him.” Dominique giggled.
“Sister dear, have you forgotten who our Mother is? I think it’s a forgone conclusion that our family will defy the norm.” Damion grinned. She nodded in agreement.
“Nothing for it then I suppose.” Dominique sighed. “And I think it’s wonderful Uncle Barty is coming to visit. I can’t wait to see him again.”
“I bet you couldn’t count on your fingers, any of your friend’s parents that mate as often as your Mother and I do. Its part of why our marriage has lasted all these years. I…LOVE YOUR MOTHER. She is the most beautiful and sexy creature to walk the face of this earth. Proud I am of her, and you should be too. AND if the new baby is like anyone, I want it to be like your Mother. More to love.”
Sure, the Count was prattling on, and this was about as much as he had ever said before when it came to Elvria. He was a man of action, and she would know that more than anyone alive.
The Count then disappeared behind his newspaper and enjoyed his coffee….letting the children talk between themselves. He was a happy and proud husband, and to him, that was enough.
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The twins listened to their father speak about their mother and they shared a smile. To see the love their parents shared was one thing – it was practically tangible, but to hear their father express it in words…well…they really couldn’t complain about what they got up to in private. They didn’t know anyone who’s parents were still happy and in love as much as their own were.
Elvira, having sent off her telegram, swept in the room, dressed and refreshed as if she hadn’t spent most of the afternoon making love with her husband. She kissed the top of Damion’s head as she walked by before sitting beside Virgo.
She took in their amused faces and saw her husband hiding behind his newspaper. “You’ve been telling them about our bedroom activities again, my darling mate.” she stated, eyes sparking in amusement.
“It was quite embarassing, Mum.” Damion added. She smiled and flicked her finger at the corner of his newspaper.
“Really, darling? Grown children need not know their parents still have sex. It’s like a rule or something.” she laughed.
“Thank you, Mother.” Dominique giggled. “Oh! Did Domi tell you the news?” Elvira looked at her youngest child.
“I got Nana to come to dinner tonight.” Damion grinned.
Elvira stared at him in stunned surprise. “How did you…? Damion! What?”
“I told her you missed her. You do, don’t you?”
“Of course I do! She’s my mother! Oh Dami! You’ve done me proud!” Elvira laughed, tears of joy in her eyes. She went around the table to hug her son, planting kisses all over his face. To everyone’s amusement he tried to squirm away and got laughter from his father and sister at his attempts.
“Oh..is that how it is? I praise your mother and I am the big bad wolf. Damion arranges a family dinner and gets all the kisses and cuddles. Clearly I am doing something wrong here.’ Poor Virgo was a bit miffed. Even with Damion squirming, the Count laughed slightly, but was just a big blah.
Setting down the paper, he then pushed himself to standing, and excused himself, to go and head out the back to shoot at something, hopefully, not one of the neighbours. He walked with an elegant style, and slammed the door behind him.
Guess he wore his heart on his sleeve.
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“Oh dear. Why don’t you two go help Sally with the dinner menu. I’m going to need some time with your father.” Elvira stated, already moving to follow her husband.
The twins watched her go with smiles on their faces.
“50 bucks says they’ll be at it again before dinner.” Damion stated.
“That’s a sucker bet, brother dear.” Dominique smirked.
Back of Estate
Elvira knew where she would find her husband before she saw him. He was standing near the skeet shooter, looking as if he were carved from stone, he wasn’t moving. She stepped in behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her breasts against his back.
“What’s wrong, lover of mine?” she asked gently.
The Count was always…always in good form so this sudden change in his attitude and mood, was something unusual, even for him. Standing still, staring out into space not even bothering to pick up a rifle or start off, he was deep in thought, when Elvira approached him from behind. She wrapped her arms around him, and pressed her form into his back.
“What’s wrong, lover of mine?”
“Hmmph. Seems I am out of touch. Can’t even express my love for my wife in front of the kids without being told its…not proper.” Oh he was upset, and this was a very poignant subject. He had given his wife everything, as much as his own life force, supplied her endless souls, and sired her the two children that sat inside at lunch telling him that he shouldn’t speak of his love life.
“Can’t a man be proud of his mate?” He seemed to be asking questions and not waiting for answers. The Count had never strayed, never looked at another woman. The poor thing was hurt and all bent out of shape.
“Kids must think their old man is insane.” Maybe…he felt he didn’t know how to talk to them on a personal level.
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