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River Princess	By : BloodValkyrie Category: 1 through F > Beetlejuice Views: 4287 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Beetlejuice and I don't own Bram Stoker's Dracula. I am making no profit.

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Chapter 4
Cravings

It was a very pleasant night, and they had to go to Mihai's “little” mansion he bought, all because he wanted to throw a little party. That's what he called it, his little mansion. Lydia never asked the man what he did for a living, but she suspected his father Vlad bought the mansion as a gift and Mihai was a freeloader to the family, a loved freeloader, but a freeloader.

Lydia liked him, though. He seemed to be a sweetie.

This mansion was in the same gated neighborhood the Brewster family lived in. It was one of those exclusive fancy places in which you have to have a legal reason to go, otherwise you'd be kicked out. The piece of land was freaking huge. Apparently the Dalcas liked to show off, because this little mansion was actually pretty damn big, and it was in a very modern style, all boxy and glassy and sleek and white. There seemed to be more windows than walls, and Lydia could not stop herself from wondering if either of the two men liked to walk around naked, and if they bothered to use curtains. Vlad Dalca would look lovely naked, probably, maybe …

By the time they were at the entrance, Lydia had mentally slapped those thoughts out of her head.

A butler answered the door, and they were lead to a lovely room in which the walls were white but the furniture had basic colors from a rainbow. It seemed to be a sort of living room, with a large, large, oh my god that is fucking huge, television set that wasn't turned on. A maid was serving sweets and beverages. The Brewster family was there, Mr. Brewster, Mrs. Brewster, and Claire. Prudence was there too, wearing a cute mini skirt and a blouse with a lace collar. Her mother was with her, a kind looking woman with light red hair and a gold cross at her throat. Vlad Dalca was sitting in the largest chair, a contemporary armchair that almost looked like half of a ball with cushions in it.

He was in another suit … damn he made suits look good … black suit with a dark blue shirt, black tie, and another little gem on that tie. Most of his hair was draped over his shoulder and Lydia realized she wanted to have that hair slide against her fingers. The man looked at her, and Lydia quickly moved her eyes to look at whatever was there, and whatever was there was Claire. Claire took a moment to look up and down Lydia's body, judging her outfit. Lydia raised an eyebrow and looked at a vase in a corner. While Charles and Delia were greeting everyone, Lydia said out loud, “Where's Mihai?”

Vlad answered her, in that molasses-like voice of his, “He will be here soon. He wanted to show everyone his new outfit.”

Right after he said that, Mihai entered, saying, “I am heeeeeere!”

Vlad looked at him, pressed his palm to his face, and then he made peculiar sounds, and a nearly pained countenance. He looked as if he wanted to swallow his laughter.

Imagine, Beloved Reader, a fully grown man wearing a knee-length lolita dress of a pinker shade of crimson. That's exactly what appeared to these guests. He certainly wasn't the first man in the world to enjoy lolita, not even the most famous one. He wasn't even the first to enjoy cross dressing (as most people know), which is much much much older than lolita. Still, it was quite a sight. He even had his hair arranged in large puffy pigtails, which were a bit old fashioned among some lolita circles, but acceptable. He had on tall knee high socks and flat mary janes.

Claire Brewster put down her glass of juice and laughed with a high pitched shrill tone. Her mouth looked rather wide as she did it.

Prudence squealed and skipped over to him. “You look soooooo cute!”

Mihai took her hands and said, “Honestly? You are too sweet!” Then they both did very girlish hops, which made loud thunking sounds against the hardwood floor.

“Well ...” Delia said quietly to her husband, her face seeming to loose some elasticity, “I didn't know he was gay. I mean, I have gay friends, you know? I don't have a problem with it … but … I really thought ...”

Putting an arm around her shoulders, Charles whispered to her, “Yeah I know, Little Wannabe Matchmaker.”

Mihai stopped hopping and said quite loudly across the room to Delia, “I'm not gay! I'm bisexual! And I like pretty clothing!”

And that was when Lydia laughed louder than Claire, holding her side.

Things went fairly well. There was soft and pleasant music. Beautiful art was on display for people to admire. People were talking. Lydia avoided Vlad Dalca the best she could, just because the man really messed with her head, whether he did it on purpose or not.

She craved fruit at one point, so she snatched up a piece of a pineapple from a plate. There were several fruits, including figs. She took some of those too and crammed them into her mouth.

Vlad Dalca came near her. Lydia would have said, “Oh, excuse me, Sir,” but sadly she looked like a chipmunk.

He looked at her with a smile that … well it was a cruel looking smile. His gray eyes didn't exactly look cold, but they were intense.

“Figs are healthy fruits,” he told her as he took one and sliced it in half with a nearby knife. She wasn't sure why, but she suddenly thought one of the halves was the most interesting thing in the world. She stared at the fruit in his hand, her eyes following its journey to his mouth. Instead of popping the half into his mouth he carefully nibbled, and Lydia's face warmed. For just a few more seconds she kept staring until Vlad said, “You haven't been chewing.”

Lydia suddenly remembered that there was an ungodly amount of fruit in her mouth, and so she walked off and chewed with all her might. Once she had swallowed, she thought she still felt that man's eyes. She looked at him and saw that he was walking off into another room, possibly to use the bathroom. Lydia decided she'd find a different bathroom and stay in there for a while.

She wandered off in the opposite direction Vlad had gone and found a bathroom. She locked herself inside, sat on the edge of a beautiful bathtub, and tried to breathe herself into a calmer state. Lydia stayed there for a few minutes, but soon she thought she had calmed down enough. When she was about to get up she felt something amazing.

Something was kissing her, as if she wasn't wearing her panties.

She gasped and pulled up her calf-length gray dress, then pulled back her panties to see what the issue was.

Nothing was there.

“The fuck?!” Lydia harshly rubbed herself through her panties, to see if there was just a weird itch that needed relieving.

Something was licking her, probing at her …

Lydia didn't know what to do, but she did try not to moan. She failed and grabbed a towel to push into her mouth. She curled up into a fetal position in the bathtub, and hoped whatever this was would stop.

But it felt sooooo good … warm and wet … pushing at her and twirling onto her clitoris. Between her thighs was the most delicious throbbing. She squeaked out into the towel, “No no no no no ...” She pressed her thighs together and held her fist between them. It didn't stop. It intensified. This something was sucking on her, and she loved it.

“Hmmmmmmnn ...”

She bit at the towel. Her legs opened a little and she pushed her hand behind her panties. Her middle finger pushed inside of her vagina and she felt her muscles contract. She screamed into the towel, rocking her hips.

And then it stopped.

***

Charles looked around the room. “Where's Lydia?”

Vlad returned at that moment, still chewing on figs. He looked a bit dazed.

“Mr. Dalca?” Charles said to him.

“Hm?” He shook his head like a wet dog and forced himself to pay attention.

“Have you seen my daughter?”

He nodded. “I can say with no qualm that when I saw your daughter she was chewing something near the table.”

Charles blinked at him, unsure of what to say to that. “Well … okay. Did she go to the bathroom?”

“It's likely,” replied Vlad.

Prudence overheard them, and said to Mihai, “I hope she's not sick.”

Lydia Deetz entered the room. Her face was red, and her eyes were frighteningly wide. She walked stiffly to a chair and sat down. Her father went to her and asked her if she was okay.

Not even looking at him, she answered in a monotone voice, “I feel sick. I wanna go home.”

“Well, alright, Dear.” Charles held her hand and led her out of the chair and to her stepmother. On the way, he told Mihai, “I'm sorry but Lydia's sick. We need to go.”

Mihai made a smacking sound with his mouth, as if in disapproval, but he didn't frown. He actually said, “Take the poor thing home. We don't want her to get worse. And thank you for coming.”

***

When the sun was rising, a tired looking Mihai, wearing a simple cotton robe, entered an elaborately decorated bedroom. He lowered thick curtains on the window, darkening the room. He took a flask from a drawer of a nightstand and chugged the contents down. Then he slid out of his robe and hung it on a chair. Once his nude body was cozy in his large bed, he heard a feminine voice say, “I'm going to sleep in your house now, so don't bitch about it.”

He opened his eyes. He sat up, but saw nobody, yet he knew she was there.

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