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.
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.
