Content warning: futa/male, incest
------------------------------------------
A cold breeze rushes through the old forest surrounding the estate. The moaning and howling of the trees in the wind went right to the marrow of one's bones.
With light steps, Belor walks through this eerie atmosphere. His lupine form moved elegantly along the deformed branches of trees, looking more like gnarly fingers than wood. The early evening added to the feeling that kept most mortals away from his manor.
The young vampire felt energy pulsing inside of him as he returned from another raunchy hunt in a nearby hamlet. The chosen victim, a pretty tailor lady, had quite the sizeable cock with plump balls hanging low. Her essence was delicious and potent, but her skilled fingers also did some lovely work on his own shaft and tight pucker.
Slowly his dark, looming mansion comes into sight, still showing some signs of the destruction, but Charles and the new servants put in some decent work to make it more lively.
Belor was surprised how easily his maids adapted to their new lives. Even Kyra occasionally calls him Master now. The signs of mortals now living within the estate are pretty clear.
The courtyard, inside the still-damaged walls, now houses a small garden. Chenna and Alftrid mainly care for it, and both of them have decent skill in such yard work.
Close by is an open space for some physical activities. Most of the time, Kath and her sister, but also Laura, can be found there keeping their bodies in top form. Belor remembers a few pleasant evenings watching the girls sweat.
Of course, he had ordered them to wear nothing while training their erotic bodies, and sometimes they put on a little show for him. All of the new maids quickly realized that their master has an insatiable libido, and if they want some carnal delights, a seductive look or tantalizing glimpse is enough to leave them exhausted with another wild session of fucking.
But this evening things are somewhat different. No servant is outside following their hobbies in their free time. No dirty talk from Kath or words of worship from Alftrid. A strange silence hangs over his manor.
Belor's form shifts as fur disappears and beautiful pale skin shows once again. As he stands on his two feet again, he carefully steps into the courtyard. His gaze drifts towards the building after finding no signs of life or unlife outside.
Then suddenly a foreign power catches his attention. It sits right in his entry hall with undead patience waiting for his return. A vampire?
Panic sparks in his mind, and the net of power of his mansion quickly connects with his own energy. Fear of another attack sits in his mind even if it is from one of his own. The young undead's senses rush through his household, marking every entity within his home.
As his sensor dances around the unfamiliar energy, his eyes widen in surprise. Quickly he darts for the entrance to the mansion.
The dark hall sits just as silent as the courtyard, but the dim light of the large room is clearly affected by this ancient power that has invaded. Belor's eyes are drawn towards a single point at the top of the staircase.
A regal figure stands there patiently. Her enticing hourglass figure immediately draws the eyes of anyone who has a bit of common sense. The beauty is slightly taller than Belor but not by much. The erotic curves of her sinful body are covered in a gorgeous dark dress that almost feels too simple for her.
Few open spaces on her dress reveal pale, soft skin begging to be kissed and worshipped. Her generous cleavage invites anyone to openly stare at the breathtaking valley between her perfectly sized breasts, just above average. Overall her figure is slender but not too much, as the gaze gets drawn downwards to her wideish hips.
Long legs with nicely sized thighs are open for anyone to look at, as her dress has a long cut on both sides. Any mortal would kill to spend a moment between those heavenly thighs no matter what hides between them. The curves on her side also promise a beautiful backside of appropriate size to finalize the image of a sinful beauty that even rivals Belor's own.
The dark eyes of this woman lock with his as they draw him into this dark and gorgeous abyss that many people have lost themselves in. Her face itself is close to feminine perfection. Dark lipstick only strengthens wonderful lips that bring a kiss that could be called heaven. Raven-black hair surrounds her profile, and like a waterfall of black water, it drapes down to her shoulders, even further over her soft chest, and stops just shy of her waist.
Seconds pass as the two vampires gaze at each other. Two gorgeous immortals taking in the form of the other after such a long time. A flicker of shadow is the only activity as both of them vanish only to reappear in the middle of their former positions.
Belor sinks into the embrace of this breathtaking lady. The soft flesh of her breasts molds against his own form and feels wonderfully familiar. She presses her whole sinful body against him, making sure that he feels every part of her tantalizing figure.
Before the young vampire can even say anything, marks of black lipstick appear on his face in the speed of someone who finally is reunited with someone they lost long ago. His gentle voice only manages to breathe a single word.
"Mother."
"My precious, precious boy. It has been so long, far too long." Her smoky, soft voice, which would steal a mortal man's mind, was filled with a deep maternal love. Belor clings to his beloved mother like a drowning man to a life ring.
Her kissing assault was pleasantly overwhelming, and the young vampire didn't mind a single second of being pampered by her. Many feelings swirled inside of him, making his undead heart beat in a rare moment of happiness.
Eventually her affections stop as her boy has been nicely covered in her lipstick. Gently she grasps his head and meets his gaze that is glazed over with affection. Her own eyes tell of an unending love, which is incredibly rare in vampire society.
"My lovely boy, finally I can hold you again, feel your beautiful form against mine. I nearly went against Merdite herself to get you back." A careful thumb caresses his cheek, and the ancient vampiress has to hold herself back from kissing him again.
"Merdite? What do you mean, Mother? I don't know anything about what happened to me." Belor breaks the gaze with her only to rest his head on her generous breasts.
"Oh, my poor boy. The seal even took your memory." She holds his head and almost smothers him in the soft expanse of her chest, if he had to breathe that is. Slowly her figure rocks from side to side in a calming way. "If that is the case, then you probably have many questions."
Belor's gaze drifts back up towards her face with a different look this time. The erotic form of his mother and the soft valley of her chest have done enough to stir something inside of him. A deep hunger and need sit in the lustful vampire's eyes as he drinks in her profile.
"Hm, maybe there is something else that you need first. I completely forgot." Her voice becomes even more seductive when she sees the all-too-familiar desire in his face. "Your wonderful libido is acting up again after being reunited for so long. I feel the same way, my boy. Let Mother Sylvia take care of you like always."
With a strength that belies her form, she lifts her precious son into a bridal carry. He cuddles against one of her breasts while his mother looks upon him with lust and love.
----------------------------------------
Gently she lays him down into the large bed inside the crypt. Belor's mind is a lustful mess after being so close to his mother. Her form and scent completely dominate his thoughts, which is clearly shown to her by his glazed-over eyes and the rapid breathing.
Yet the ancient vampiress takes her time. Instead of vanishing her dress with a snap of a finger, she decides to drive her son wild by slowly undressing. Inch by inch she reveals her pale, soft skin until the first stop of her body. With a gentle sigh, her amazing tits are free.
"Besides your lust for seed, I know that your favorite part of a woman is her sizeable chest, right, my boy?" Sylvia presses her breasts together with a playful, feminine moan. At the sight of these large globes, Belor can do nothing but gasp with need.
"Sorry, Belor, I can't help myself. I know that you are blind with lust from teasing you like this. I made you this way after all." The rest of her dress falls away and displays her sinful beauty in all of its dark glory. There are so many things to look at, her body a sight that would drive any person mad, but Belor's gaze rests only on one thing.
The large shaft of his mother swings slightly, as it is revealed, already throbbing hard. She is most certainly larger than him, even slightly larger than Laura, but it isn't her size alone that is so enticing. Everything about her cock is gorgeous, from the hefty, pale balls, along her gorgeous, girthy shaft, all the way to that engorged tip.
She is already leaking precum, betraying her own lust, as she teases her beautiful son. The wonderful, musky scent of her arousal drives Belor to even greater heights of desire. With any other person, be they mortal or immortal, he would already be all over them with slutty lust, but not with his mother. Like a good boy, he waits for her to act, very aware that she is at the brink of snapping herself.
In the blink of an eye, she jumps through the shadows and appears kneeling over him again. She takes her son in a deep but loving kiss. Both of their hunger is evident in the way they greedily kiss each other with every smooch of their lips.
"You are gorgeous." The phrase escapes both of them in unison, followed by a giggle.
