Content warning: Futa/Male, Incest
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Evening had fallen over the manor and silence filled the many halls and rooms. Now that its living population had gone to sleep, the undead became more active. A handful of skeletal figures positioned themselves all around the vicinity to stand guard. Most of them were under the control of Charles, but under his guidance a few of them were of Alftrid's making. She had made quite the progress in that field of interest.
Too light were Belor's steps to make sound as he walked through the corridors of the keep. His slender form was pulsing with energy from the many indulgences he had today. Thanks to the generous spending of his maids, the young vampire's hunger for cocks and delicious cum had been sated for now.
The need to entertain himself arose, still eager for some stimulation. His thought wandered to Tatjana to bother the old lady for some fun, but at the same time, despite her undead nature, the ghoul's mind still needed to rest. With a sigh on his lips, the man continued his steps.
A common problem of his lately was that the evenings were rather dull. Of course, he had his mother to indulge him or some discussions with Charles but there was always the need for more. Sylvia was a sensual woman who desired her son like nothing else, but sometimes a man needed someone that would toss him around.
The air around him grew slightly colder, and the vampire pulled his thin robes tighter around his body. It took a moment for him to realize that this is not normal. An undead should not feel cold.
That very moment later, something, or rather someone, breached the border of his home. Belor could feel a cold presence sliding into his arcane sensor without much care. A second of concentration followed, and the slender figure's eyes lit up with glee as he recognized the presence.
With a quick step through the shadows, Belor arrived at his entry hall at the top of the stairs. His gaze wandered through the dark room, and the vampire spotted two skeletal guards stiff with ice. They could not move or react as a lonely lady walked into view.
Covered in a long fur mantle, there was not much seen of her form or face beneath the hood. Leather and pelt covered the hidden curves and muscles. The lady stopped at the center of the room as her eyes rested on the slender man watching over her. Her strong voice rang up to him, cold like a dominant winter's day. "A rather pathetic defense you have there."
The challenger removed her hood, and a pale face came into sight. A northern beauty with strong features and light blue eyes that almost seemed white. Despite her ethereal looks, her expression was defiant and provocative. Her wild mane framed her face with white locks that had not seen a comb for many days. A Norse goddess.
"Darling, if I wanted to crush you, you would not have gotten this far. There are not many people that dare to venture into my home and harm my servants without repercussions. I have destroyed people for less." Belor matched her grim expression, although his features were much softer and more alluring than hers. A small grin formed on his face that had a hint of danger.
The shield-maiden slowly matched his grin with an amused chuckle. Her muscular arms emerged from the coat and crossed right beneath her heavy breasts, lifting them up in an alluring way. "Big words for a thin thing like you. You look like you would break in half if I put my hands on you, pretty boy."
As the last two words were spoken, the smile on Belor's face turned almost manic. A surge of energy pulsed through his lithe form, and the vampire moved into a crouching position. Seconds later, the air dodged the speedy figure when he flew through the room at an unnatural speed. Even the stone floor he left behind splintered under the sudden strain.
Belor slammed into the rude lady almost like a magic missile and nearly lifted her into the air. Mortals would have been sliced in half by the velocity alone, but this woman caught the vampiric projectile in her strong arms. With inhuman prowess, she crushed the light man against her athletic body and smothered him in the vast expanse of her cleavage.
A bellowing laugh escaped the tough beauty as she enjoyed the feeling of this gorgeous figure in her embrace. Belor himself was momentarily stunned by the sensation of her voluptuous tits and instinctively pulled her closer. Her primal scent enveloped him, and sparks of arousal went through his body.
After getting her fill of the young vampire, she let him go for a second. The stern glint in her eyes was replaced by warm affection as the Norse lady looked him all over. "By the gods, my boy, you still look as alluring as ever. A maiden could lose herself when presented by a man like you. But a bit of meat would not hurt on your bones."
The lithe man held her strong gaze and put on a charming smile. He looked up at the woman who was slightly taller than him. "Everyone their own, Freda. The way I currently look has been useful enough to entice many vixens. For example, there is a buxom shield-maiden who would love to pin me down and have her way with me right this moment."
At those words, the affection was exchanged for primal lust. A toothy snarl escaped her lips, and the fit lady's presence grew more dangerous. "Careful now, little pup, or I'll make true on that and break you in half right here."
"Promise?" Belor didn't even flinch at her threat. In a fit of vampiric strength, he pulled the large woman closer and lifted her into his slender arms. A yelp of surprise escaped Freda as the lithe figure picked her up with ease, and she felt his fingers sink into her hefty ass.
Another laugh escaped the strong lady, and she wrapped her arms around him. With increasing lust, she took the young vampire in a hungry kiss and smashed their lips together. Her erotic body rubbed against his, and she made him feel those heaving tits, hard abs, and the throbbing bulge of her cock. A dominant tongue eagerly explored his own and the two figures devoured each other's desire.
