Home to Virgo and Elvira Marulo as well as their two children, Dominique and Damion and their various members of staff. The Marulos are known for their fabulous parties, but only the best of the best are invited and seen here.
State where in the estate you are at the beginning of every post.
Example: Estate Gardens.
As her parents were out visiting friends, Dominique was still in bed. She’d worked a long shift at The Cell Block Tango and hadn’t gotten home until the wee hours of the morning. Sally had been in several times to check on her, even had woken her at one point for breakfast. But Dominique simply mumbled something and went back to sleep.
It was one in the afternoon when her bedroom door opened once more. The drapes over the windows were pulled open, the afternoon sun slapping the single occupant of the bed right in the eyes. With a groan, Dominique burrowed her head beneath her pillow.
“G’way.” she mumbled. The blankets were yanked off of her and she sat up as the cool air hit her. “Sally! Dammit!” she cried, looking toward the source of her current aggravation. Only it wasn’t Sally who was standing at the foot of her bed, grinning like a loon. It was her brother, Damion.
“I hate you.” she muttered, irritated, falling back onto her pillow with an arm over her eyes.
“You don’t mean that, sis.” Damion smirked, swiping his fingers along the arch of her feet. She giggled and kicked out at him.
“Quit it, you pest. What do you want?”
“It’s almost one. Sally asked me to wake you for lunch since you missed breakfast.” Damion stated, sitting down at his sister’s side. She yawned before looking at him.
“I’m not really hungry.”
“What time did you get in last night?”
“Hmm…around three or so. Boss kept us pretty late. Some huge party going on.”
“I don’t know why you continue to work there, Domi.” he sighed, using the nickname he gave her when they were little.
“It’s good money, Dami.” she responded in kind.
“Yeah, but the man is a leech.”
“He may be a leech, but I get to sing and dance. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“Mother hates that you work there, you know.”
“She does not.” Dominique glared. “She’d prefer I not work there, but she’s as much an exhibitionist as I am. You’ve heard the stories of what she and Father would get up to when they met.”
“Please do not put those images in my head!” Damion cried out with a shudder. “I’m still trying to not think about the time I caught them going at it in the dining room.” Dominique laughed at her brother as she finally rose from her bed.
“Go on and scram. Tell Sally I’ll be down in a bit.” Her brother gave her a salute before he left her to get dressed.
Voices could be heard approaching the front door and Gerard was there in an instant to open and greet the returning Virgo and Elvira. Elvira was laughing at her husband as he was teasing her about something and she greeted Gerard with a kiss to the cheek.
“Good afternoon, Gerard.” Elvira smiled, passing over her purse and coat.
“And good afternoon to you, Mistress.” Gerard smiled.
“Are my son and daughter awake?” she wondered.
“Miss Dominique is eating lunch. Damion went out and I haven’t seen him since.”
“Thank you.” Elvira smiled. She turned to her husband. “I will see to our daughter. Shall I…meet you in our room?” she whispered, stepping close to him to run her hands over his broad shoulders.
It was a pleasant drive home from the Dangerfield estate, and the Count kept his beloved Elvira close to him as they enjoyed the delightful country air, only to return to the hustle and bustle of the city outskirts. Talk of more children had certainly been met with favour by the Countess, and of course, the Count was keen to get that started. He was already mentally undressing Elvira as she greeted Gerard and handed him her purse and coat. Course the Count kept in behind, like an ever present shadow, watching over her constantly. You would have to wonder if she found this intimidating after all these years, but she didn’t appear to mind.
“I will see to our daughter. Shall I…meet you in our room?” His wife’s skilled fingers traced up to his shoulders, and with that mesmerizing gaze of hers, it was hard for the Count to let her get away easy. Course, he wanted her to spend time with their daughter, for he was very much one for family interaction and bonding. No matter the age. He brushed his lips to the top of her head and uttered.
“Mmmm…I can agree to that. Mind you, we will have to advise the staff to turn up the music down stairs. I intend to be very vocal later.” With that said, he pulled back, and took off up the winding stair case to their room.
Elvira watched him go, hunger in her eyes as she watched his retreating backside. And what a lovely backside it was. She couldn’t wait to feel his muscular body pounding her into the wall, the bed, the table top, whatever flat surface they could find. Gerard was well aware of her thoughts at that moment and mentally shook his head. “Still in love and lust after all these centuries.” he thought to himself.
Elvira shook herself, bringing her thoughts back to the present and not trying to wonder if her husband was getting naked in their room. She went in search of her daughter.
Dominique sat at the table, sipping a glass of orange juice and reading the newspaper as her mother stepped into the room.
“Nice to see you awake for once.” Elvira smiled, kissing the top of her daughter’s head. Domi looked up at her mother and grinned.
“Damion woke me or I’d probably still be in bed.”
“Darling, you work too hard. You’re too young for that.” Elvira sighed, sitting down next to her at the table. One of the servants set a cup of tea before her with her thanks.
“Oh, mum. How many times must we have this conversation?” Dominique sighed.
“I know. I know. But I am allowed to be concerned. It’s a mother’s duty.”
“And I appreciate it, but I’m fine. I know the hours are long but the money is great.”
“As long as you’re happy with what you are doing.” Elvira stated.
“I get to sing and dance. Two of my favorite pastimes. That’s all that matters.” Dominique grinned, taking her mother’s hand and giving it a squeeze. “Where’s Daddy?”
“Upstairs.” Elvira grinned. At that, Dominique didn’t know whether to grin or roll her eyes.
“M-uuuuuu-th-errrrrr!” Dominique groaned. “I don’t want to know what you and Daddy get up to.” Elvira giggled and patted her daughter’s hand, before her look turned more serious. Dominique noticed the mood change and wondered about it. “What’s wrong? Are you and Daddy fighting?”
“No. It’s nothing like that.” Elvira smiled, reassuring her daughter that she and her father were more than all right. “What do you think…of your father and I having another baby?”
Dominique stared at her mother in surprise, sitting back in her seat after releasing her mother’s hand.
“Is this something you both want?” Dominique wondered. She wasn’t concerned with her parents’ advancing ages. Being who they were, they were pretty much ageless. But another baby? Dominique was surprised her mother had asked her opinion about it.
“Your father was the one to bring it up. It surprised me.” And it surprised Dominique as well.
“How do you feel about it?”
“Quite pleased, to be honest. I’d been thinking about having another one for quite some time now. I just didn’t know how to go about discussing it with your father.” Elvira admitted.
“Well I think it’s a wonderful idea. This house needs more laughter and love in it. And you and Daddy are pretty keen parents.” Dominique smiled. “After all…you did raise me and Domi.”
Elvira laughed, pulling her daughter into a hug, before she got to her feet. “I better go check on your father. No telling what he gets up to if I’m not around to temper him.”
“Just…lock the door.” Dominique made a face. Elvira grinned, wiggling her eyebrows at her daughter.
“Will we see you at dinner?” Elvira wondered before she stepped away from the table.
“Mhm. I don’t have to work until later so I will be here.”
“Oh good. I hope your brother is able to join us as well. It’s been some time since we had a family get-together.”
“I’ll find him and drag him back if I have to.” Dominique grinned. “Now go see to Daddy. You know how impatient he gets.”
“True.” Elvira smiled. “I’ll see you at dinner.” She left the room, heading up the grand staircase to her room she shared with her husband. Though most couples of the age thought sharing a room was completely taboo, Elvira and Virgo had no such issues with it. They enjoyed laying together, sleeping and waking in each other’s arms. It was proof of their great love for one another and they would not conform to societies standards. It was not their nature to do so. Had been since the beginning.
Virgo & Elvira’s Bedroom
Elvira sauntered into their bedroom looking around for her husband. He was not in their bed waiting for her as she assumed.
“Virgo?” she called out for him as she turned to lock their bedroom door, honoring her daughter’s request.
“Virgo?” The subtle click of the lock being turned broke the silence, aside from her own voice. Where was Virgo? That was a good question. The bathroom door opened, and the Count came out, with nothing but a towel to cover his modesty, and by the looks of things, he was anything but, as his pride was starting to show. He had already started the facets, and the steam was building within the opulent wash room. He leaned on the door, and then his lips curled up seductively, as his eyes ran over her form.
“A man can get lonely up here. I figured after that trip out you might be feeling a bit…dirty.”
At that he simply let the towel drop, and then walked over towards her, the sound of water hitting the tiles and glass of their shower creating a din. Reaching her, he licked his lips as the darkness crept over his eyes.
“Strip….now.” He didn’t lay a finger on her, just stood there in all his glory and waited patiently for her to disrobe. What happened after that, would prove his daughter right about locking the door. Although out in public, he was like her shadow, a guardian, in the bedroom….he was the Master.
“A man can get lonely up here. I figured after that trip out you might be feeling a bit…dirty.”
Elvira leaned back against the door, licking her lips. She wanted to purr as her succubus surged to the surface.
“I’m feeling…quite…dirty.” she murmured, her own eyes darkening as the towel slipped from his lean hips. She was mesmerized by him as he stalked toward her, his eyes pinning her in place.
He stopped directly in front of her, not touching her but she could feel his power radiating off of him like a comforting blanket.
“Strip….now.” he commanded forcefully. She gasped as his powerful aura slammed into her. Her skin felt electrified in the face of it and she gulped. She had never been more turned on in her life.
She slipped off her shoes, kicking them to the side. Drawing the edges of her dress slowly up her thighs, she unhooked her garters before rolling her stockings down her long legs. She kicked those away as well before straighting back up to face her husband. Drawing her hair back from her neck, she turned her back to him.
“Will you…unzip me, my love.” She whispered seductively over her shoulder.
“Of course.” The Count said simply, reaching for the tiny zip catch, and then slowly running it down to the full length of the zip. As he did this, her supple skin caught the light, and he could see the contours of her back bone. Releasing the catch, he placed his hands on the fabric that covered her shoulders, and brought it down her arms, as the dress was peeled down. All she had now was her panties, which he caught with his fingers and lowered down, his fingers gracing her thighs, till she kicked her lace panties off. A low growl emitted from his throat, turning her back around to face him. Time for the couple had stood still, and every time they made love, was a new and fresh encounter. She could see the hunger in his eyes, as he admired her naked form. The scent of the succubus was rising. If she needed feeding…he allowed it, for his strength meant he could take a great deal.
The Count took her hand, and then led her towards the bathroom, where he opened the glass door to a large tiled open wet shower, with double shower roses. The tiles were still cold, compared to the blasts of hot water coming out of the nozzles. Bringing Elvira in, he turned her to face him, his eyes blinking away the water, as he took a hand full of liquid soap, and started to massage it into her breasts, roughly. He grinned down at her, as his fingers slid up and under, then one hand sneaking down and finding his way between her folds. Two fingers started to thrust in, as his engorged member tapped her leg. Now her front was all soapy and slick, and the Count kissed her hungrily, as the water sprayed over the pair. He was going to have her begging for his cock, teasing her into crying out his name, all the while violating her with his thick digits.
He growled as she was turned to face him. She could see the hunger in his eyes for her and she was thrilled.She knew he would feed her if she asked, she would always ask him as she had learned her lesson from before. But she was faced with a differnt kind of hunger…hunger for her husband and what his passions for her brought.
He took her hand, leading her into the bathroom. Opening the glass door of the large shower, he drew her in. She shivered slightly under the cold tiles, but the water was warm, but her husband was hot and she was soon to follow. He took a handful of soap and began to massage her breasts. Her breath hitched in her throat as he teased and tweaked her nipples. She blinked the water from her eyes, looking up at him. She still had yet to touch him but that was soon about to change as she felt his hardness pressing against her thigh. His fingers slid down her body until he found her heated core, easily slipping two fingers inside of her. She gasped out loud, clutching at his shoulders as her eyes closed. He took that as permission to pull her hard against him and kissed her hungrily. She moaned into his mouth, sliding her slick and soapy body against his as the water poured over them both.
She throbbed around his fingers as he continued to press them into her, making her writhe and moan and gasp with desire. Turnabout was fair play and she slipped a hand between their bodies, wrapping a soapy hand around his thickness and stroking slowly. She purred at the silken steel of him, feeling him quiver at her touch.
“Virgo.” she murmured, biting at the skin of his shoulder. God, she loved this man.
“Mine!” His voice husky as he used one hand to lift her up to her tip toes, as he bent his knees due to her height, and then he pushed his hardened member up between the soapy folds, finding the ripe opening. Without a word, he pushed himself up, letting out an audible cry as he filled her to the brim, pushing up inside her womb. The glass acting as a brace, and with an animal like zeal, he started to take her hard, biting the back of her neck, as his hips rocked back and forth, punishing her ass as he took what was his.