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Peculiar Hunger Morph 07

Peculiar Hunger Morph 07

by awa
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Content warning: Futa/male, Incest

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Belor kept his posture still while his servant adjusted some of the clothing on his body. With the care of a father, Charles made sure that not a single fold sat wrong on the vampire's body. After adjusting the collar, the skeleton took a step back and gave the whole attire a look over.

"I think this looks quite fetching, Master. The colors suit you very well." An edge of pride could be heard in the undead's hollow voice.

Carefully the young man looked over the dark suit that his servant got for him. It was fairly form-fitting and not too heavy, just the way Belor liked it. His figure was still clear under all of the cloth and only accented the beauty of the pale twink. The deep cut on his chest showed just enough of his skin to be enticing. A mantle lazily hung over his right shoulder and added to the striking figure.

"You have outdone yourself as always, Charles. I don't know where you manage to get this kind of stuff, but I also don't really care. I look absolutely stunning." With a flourish of his hand, the cape slightly lifted, and Belor stood in pose. Of course, a quick applause by his servant followed, sounding rather strange because of his skeletal hands.

"My darling, you could wear a sack of potatoes and still take everyone's breath away." An amused tone rested in his mother's voice as the dark beauty stepped out of the shadows behind her son, as always draped in her black dress that showed off her enchanting body. "But I guess a fitting attire does not hurt either, my handsome boy."

Belor could feel the arms of the ancient vampire circle around his stomach, and he let her press the curves of her body against his back in an intimate embrace. The way her soft tits molded against him already sparked arousal in the always lustful man. Instinctively he leaned his head to the side to give his mother access to his neck, and with reverent kisses, Sylvia showered her son with affections.

With a silent nod, he motioned for the skeleton to leave and simply enjoyed the hot lips on his body. The dark beauty could not get enough of her boy and lost herself in the taste of his skin.

After a while, Belor finally breaks the intimate moment. "I know you don't want me to deal with the morphs, mother. Too primitive they are for our kind and such, correct?"

Her hot breath washed over the young vampire's form as Sylvia let out an amused chuckle. A sense of pride rested in her voice. "My sweet, clever boy, have I grown too predictable? But yes, I think it is below us to make deals with animals. We are vampires, darling. Higher, immortal beings."

While leaning against her form with growing arousal in his eyes, Belor gazed back at his maker. "And how much does that count for the mortal world? Our needs and survival depend on these mortals that you look down upon. Our very weakness to Lotas' gaze makes us much less immortal than you think."

The smirk of the enchanting beauty could disarm any creature. "Our weakness? Belor, my sweetling, sunlight and dependence on blood are not your weaknesses, remember. But I guess there is truth in your words, my smart child." Sylvia continued her kisses with amusement, a twinkle in her eyes.

"You are not here to berate me? What do you want then, except devouring me, of course?" A confused chuckle followed from him, and his hand found its way into her hair. With a light push, the vampire holds onto his sire as her hunger grew.

"Your very magic is affecting me, darling. This lust can be problematic. Many delicious morsels roam your home, and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind me having a taste from time to time, carnally, of course." Her kisses have already made their way to his face, and the growing arousal was felt by Belor in the form of a hard shaft pressing against his back.

A second of thought passed. "Well, I will not always be around, and the girls would grow restless without me. As much as I love the thought of them being ravenous when I return, it would be good if someone would match their stamina. Only with their consent, of course."

With a sigh, Sylvia agreed to his terms. She was very aware of the affections of her son. "Very well, I will ask the mortals beforehand."

Belor let out a slutty giggle. "It probably will only be a formality. Those maids are ready for carnal delight at any given moment. I think you will love Laura specifically. Her hunger for cock nearly matches mine."

A reluctant moan escaped the ancient vampiress as her son separated from her grasp, but her disappointment only lasted for a second. Belor stepped up to the table and slowly bent himself over it to present his cute behind to her gaze.

"How about you fuck me in my new suit, mother?" A blink of shadow and the enticing figure loomed over him. Before he could even giggle, his pants got pulled down to reveal the pale, soft skin of his ass. Belor could feel the strong, slender hands sink into his flesh as his cheeks were getting pulled apart to bring his tight rosebud to light.

Like a woman gone mad, Sylvia sunk her face into this delightful valley and, with lustful hunger, began working the pucker with her tongue. The wet muscle circled around the quivering ring for a few moments before sinking into this sinful heat that she never could get enough of.

Sweet gasps escaped the young vampire while his mother showed her affections in more lustful means now. The grip of her hands and the greedy way she ate him out also told him that her cock would soon follow.

With uncontrollable lust, Sylvia stopped her ministrations quickly. All of the kisses from before and his new look were simply too much. She lifted her skirt to reveal those enticing thighs barely hidden behind black lingerie. Her magnificent, pale cock was rock hard and already leaked her lust in troughs.

Little time passed before she sank her throbbing pillar into this tight asshole that she loves so much. There was no need for foreplay or preparation because her lustful son could easily take it.

Belor eagerly pushed back against the invading member of his mother. The familiar feeling was addicting to say the least as his body molded around her. Without further ado, she started fucking him fast and passionately, holding onto his hips as an anchor for her lust.

The vulgar sound of her pelvis meeting his ass filled the dressing room, overshadowing the obscene squelching of a hard rod filling a tight ass. With lustful fury, the ancient vampiress took him, her mind filled with the need to breed him and nothing else. Any other creature would make her concerned about these uncontrollable desires, but not her beloved son.

The young beauty could only hold onto the table and the wall during this frenzy. Every time this fat shaft plowed into him, a lustful moan escaped his lips. His elegant suit soon looked quite disheveled, and the wood below him creaked and moaned under the supernatural assault.

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Even for a powerful being like her, there is only so much she can take while the lustful magic of her son flushed through her. Her balls churned and ached, filled with that delicious essence that he desires.

There was no need for words, as his mother's body told him about the impending climax. With brutal thrusts, she chased her climax, and the table quickly gave in and broke.

"The things that you do to me, you incredible boy. Take it all, all of me. My love and desire. My very essence." One more thrust and her orgasm washed over her. Her enchanting body shuddered, and from the very depth of her being, her seed emerged.

Belor could feel the strong grip of his mother holding him still as spurt after spurt of her creamy load filled his insides. A coating of white plastered his walls and threatened to overflow him if it weren't for his hungry body.

Not only did his own orgasm follow, with his cock painting the floor in seed, but the magic of his existence greedily devoured any drop of the potent cum of this powerful sorceress. With a purple glow in his eyes, he took everything the ancient vampiress had to give.

After what feels like forever, she finally finished and gave his forehead a sweet kiss. "I guess I do not need to tell you how much I love you, darling, but I will do it anyway. You are everything for me, the very thing that makes my dark heart beat. Be careful out there."

A second later she vanished in shadow, leaving behind her son shivering with power. After getting his new clothes in order again, Belor called for his servant.

After entering the room, Charles let out a hollow sigh and held onto his nonexistent nose at the disheveled sight of his master presenting the crumpled suit. "Right away, master."

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Silently, Larkan watched the movements of the forest. His gaze was attuned to anything out of the ordinary after many years as a border guard, as was his hearing. The morph sat hidden in the canopies on his lookout while the sun rested high in the sky.

Barely visible from the ground below, he decided to have a quick walk to get his mind out of the routine of keeping watch. He took his bow and a few arrows and made his way down the tree, careful not to get stuck with his antlers. A few moments later he stood on the ground stretching his legs. Sitting around all the time has made his limbs slightly numb.

Suddenly his ears perked up. A sound that should seem familiar piqued his interest. With trained movement, he disappeared into a bush and watched. Nearby he spotted a wolf of white and black fur. The figure was elegant and moved gracefully through the underbrush.

There are not many wolf-morphs within the tribe, and Larkan would have recognized such a beautiful creature from among the fauna. Carefully he readied an arrow and aimed at the unfamiliar predator.

'I would be careful with that.' The morph almost let go as the soft voice rang in his head. With a wolfish grin, the animal met his gaze through his hiding spot.

Movement went through the fur and muscles as the figure grew larger and changed. After a few moments the wolf was gone, replaced by the humanoid form of a beautiful young man dressed in a fancy black suit.

The same gentle voice rang out to him as he hadn't made a move, still cautiously stunned. "I am not your enemy, boy. Tell your leader the Pale Prince has arrived."

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It took longer than Belor would have liked to finally get to the morph camp. The young man holding guard was a bit overwhelmed with his arrival and first had to report back before making any decision.

At least the vampire had plenty of time to drink in the form of this youth. Most people would have a somewhat fit body from living in nature, and the hunters and warriors of a tribe even more so. Usually, Belor prefers curves and more femininity, but he didn't mind men, especially not with such a lean and lithe body. A sizeable cock also promised much essence to devour.

His hungry gaze probably didn't help with the nervousness of the morph while leading him towards the tribe. At least he was somewhat aware that the 'Pale Prince' was not an enemy, or so he was told.

The forest opened up into a clearing that was filled with much movement and figures. Many deer-morphs moved through the sea of tents doing their day-to-day work but stopped with their tasks as they witnessed this enticing figure moving through the camp. Already sparks of arousal washed through nearly everybody, and the ones who remember the tales know exactly what figure this was.

Simple structures and tribal culture were of little care for the young vampire. What was of care, however, were the inhabitants of this tribe. Mostly deer-morphs walked and worked around here, but some other animals could also be seen. Little hid their bodies and curves from his hungry gaze because of their tribal garment of leather and fur, and Belor devoured many well-endowed maidens and men with his eyes alone.

His nose flared at the sight of so many displayed dicks. The morphs mostly had above-average cocks and did nothing to hide their genitals. He could almost smell and taste the many loads he could consume here, but first the young vampire had to arrange himself with their leader.

After many blushes and slowly engorging shafts, Larkan finally stopped in front of a massive tent covered in furs and bone. The young morph himself managed to keep his arousal down for now. "This is the tent of our leader, Lontos. He is waiting inside."

Belor flashed the young warrior an enchanting smile, which caused more blood to rush to his cheeks and also to his cock. "Thank you very much, Larkan. You can leave now."

A happy sigh followed as the morph turned around to leave, slowly losing control of his lust.

"Oh, one more thing, my friend." Larkan turned around again only to have the body of the Pale Prince very close to his own. His hot breath washed over his neck as the figure leaned closer over him, taking in his aroused scent.

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"Think of me when you stroke yourself." The words alone nearly made the hunter cum on the spot, and he heard the amused giggle of the young vampire.

Belor continued his way after the youth ran off while hiding his hardening shaft. The warrior standing guard had similar lustful struggles after the vampire stepped past him and entered the chieftain's domicile.

Further furs and leather structured the inside into different rooms, but the main room was directly visible from the entrance. Many pelts were laid out, and even furniture filled the space.

At the very end, a hulking figure sat on a makeshift throne. Bone, wood, and rock had created this chair with surprisingly fine craftsmanship. Between the massive antlers of the chieftain rested the skull of a bear, a symbol of the prowess of the leader.

The leader himself was a large morph, maybe a head taller than Belor himself, but the projections of bone made him appear even more towering. Strong muscles moved as he stood up from his throne to greet the arrival, but Belor's eyes were almost glued to the behemoth of a cock resting between his thighs. Heavy musk emitted from this primal, veined piece of meat.

"Welcome, one who calls himself the Pale Prince. Your name alone allowed you the honor to be here today." The deep voice of Lontos was rumbling and not without question towards the newcomer.

A curvy woman stepped next to him, a bit smaller than Belor himself but double his width. The tits and hips of her were barely contained by the flimsy fur covering her body. No cock hung between her legs, but he would have still loved to bury himself between them. Fantasies of sinking his hands into those udders and ass immediately filled the young vampire's mind, but he had the class to not ogle the wife of the chieftain too openly.

"I thank you for your invitation, mighty Lontos. It is indeed an honor to stand before you, but I do not just call myself the Pale Prince; I am he." The brutish figure of the hulking chieftain did little to diminish his confidence. A polite smile sat on his face as the slender man stood his ground.

"Belor!" Before the conversation continued, the flap of the tent got thrown open, and a small figure darted inside only to throw herself onto the vampire. Lily cuddled against his taller form, her petite body eager for contact. Her massive shaft, which she clearly inherited from her father, rubbed against his thigh promisingly.

A softness filled Lontos' gaze at the sight of his daughter, something that Belor marked in his memory. "Do not take my words for hostility, stranger. But you will clearly understand that a lot of trust goes into your presence here. My tribe has met hostilities many times."

"No offense taken, Lontos. I do understand your carefulness all too well." Simple people usually fight against things they don't understand, something that the vampire has plenty of experience with. "Call me Belor."

The chieftain whispered something to the woman on his side, who simply gave a nod. After a quick kiss of affection, she separated from him and motioned for the small morph still clinging to the enchanting figure of the vampire to follow her. Reluctantly, Lily let go of him and left the tent with a cute pout.

Once they were alone, seriousness returned to the hulking morph as he looked the stranger over. Belor could clearly see a spark of lust within his eyes, although he had enough control to hide it. "What do you want, Belor?"

The young vampire put the thought of being ravaged by this brute to the side and offered him a charming smile as always. "How familiar are you with the old legends? I simply want the same things, like back in the day."

Lontos' brows furrowed at the words. "The tales are a century old now. That is a few generations. I am aware of the Pale Prince but not an expert on the matter."

Belor sighed at the little memories of mortals. "What I want is rather simple. An alliance between your tribe and my manor. We both hold great influence in this forest, my friend."

"The old manor you say? My scouts have reported that life has returned to the ruins. You are very close to my borders." Lontos was still unsure of the figure before him. "If you truly are a figure of legend, then I know who can validate that."

His gaze turned towards the guard waiting at the flap. "Bring Intara here. The shaman will surely know what to do."

It didn't take long for the guard to return with the named woman. Stepping into a tent was a woman in her late 30s marked with tribal tattoos all over that showed symbols of forest and nature. A sizeable chest heaved beneath a pelt, and her gaze was strong and clear as she took in the two men waiting. Her movements had a slight sound to them because small carved bones hung from her antlers.

Her nose flared at the sight of Belor, and an immediate lust settled in her eyes as she took in the enchanting vampire. Between her womanly thighs rested a heavy piece of meat that reacted to his presence and added her scent to the lingering arousal in the tent.

A smoldering moment passed as the two looked at each other before she finally put her interest towards the chieftain. "You called for me?" Her voice was of smoky beauty, and Belor couldn't wait to hear her scream his name in lust.

"You know many stories of my tribe, Intara. This man claims to be the Pale Prince of legend. I want your opinion." With a strong tone, Lontos pointed towards the young man.

Intara stepped closer towards Belor. Every step made the effect he had on her more clear, and musky lust embered in the mature woman. A shaman like her was more attuned to magic, and therefore the vampire's aura had an even stronger effect.

In small circles she walked around him, taking in the striking man in his fetching suit. Intara lingered behind him longer than she needed to, and when she finally walked in front once more, the vampire gave her a fanged grin. Her eyes widened at the sharp teeth, and she turned towards her chieftain.

"Many tales exist of the Pale Prince. He matches the looks in the stories. I might have some rituals to really prove his words, but I need to take him with me for an hour." Hidden from the hulking morph's eyes, Belor's hand found its way towards the hefty ass of this mature woman and gave the cheek a possessive squeeze. "Maybe a few hours actually."

"Very well, do your rituals, Intara, and then return to me." The chieftain motioned the two out of his tent, not completely clueless of the sparks between them.

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During the walk towards the shaman's tent, Belor did not remove his hand from her plump cheek. Her curves jiggled in delight as she moved with quick steps towards her goal. Intara could not hide her lust from anybody as her weighty shaft slowly rose.

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