Peculiar Hunger Visitor 03

Content warning: futa/male, incest

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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.

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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.

Sylvia leans back to admire her perfect boy for a second, whose dark robe has long disappeared. She lifts his legs as he lays on his back and pushes them towards his chest. Belor himself immediately takes a hold of them and presents all of his intimate area to her.

With a lewd grin on her face, she lightly slaps her own shaft against the beautiful cock of her son. The raunchy sound breaks the loving intimacy slightly, but it is only the beginning of what is to come.

"I'll have to suck your dick later, my precious boy. For now let me remind this insatiable hole of my cock." Slowly she drapes the head of her dick along his shaft and smears precum all over his length. When she arrives at his balls, she gives them another playful slap with her cock before finally reaching that quivering pucker.

Everything inside of Sylvia snaps as she thrusts into him with one smooth stroke. Their combined moans ring out as she hilts her cock all the way to the base in his divine depth.

"This feels much better than I remembered. Your ass perfectly molds around my shaft. Your ring is trying to suck me in even deeper while your tight walls alone jerk me already. You are so perfect." The ancient vampiress can't help herself and speaks out every little thing she feels while her emotions go wild. Lust, love, hunger, and desire all intermingle while just being inside of him.

Belor feels the invading length with every sense of his, the feeling all too familiar after being taken by his mother a thousand times over. Both of them are trying to draw out this blissful moment of deep bonding as long as possible because they both know that soon enough the beast is taking over.

Almost at the same time, hunger takes over for both of them, and with a lustful growl, his mother starts moving inside of him. Although she pulls out slowly, with every inch of her length being replaced by more lust, the ancient vampiress is not so gentle the other way.

Her hammering thrust refills him quickly, and every time another moan escapes Belor. The ordeal is faster with every thrust until the pulling out matches the thrusting inside.

With deep lust, she fucks the tight hole of her son with brutal strokes. Her tits sway during this process, and if Belor did not have to hold onto his legs, he would have loved to knead the enticing orbs.

Almost like she heard his thoughts, the stunning woman leans over him and pushes his body down with her whole body. When his feet dangle over his head, she grabs his legs for leverage and starts pounding into him properly, pushing her dick as deep as possible.

The bed below them moans and creaks with every inhuman thrust of this ancient vampiress. Mortals would break under such an assault, but Sylvia is painfully aware that her son can take it, no, that he needs it this way.

The combination of supernatural speed and strength makes the vulgar sound of the mother-son coupling even louder. The only thing overshadowing the creaking protest of the bed is the slapping of meat.

Lustful concentration rests on her face as she loses herself in her desire that has been lost to her for so long. Her gorgeous boy meets her eyes with equal fire. "Belor!"

Belor's hands finally grasp the amazing tits of his mother and sink into the yielding flesh. Her hard nipples poke into his palms as he gropes and kneads these wonderful, pale breasts.

He loses his focus as the tongue of his mother invades his mouth, and the vampire eagerly sucks her in. Not once does his mother lose rhythm during all of this, and Belor pulls her flush against his own body as their tongues dance with each other.

After what feels like forever but also far too short, she pulls her mouth away again only to put all of her focus towards pounding into him with her girthy length. The young vampire takes a hold of her face to lock eyes with her as she rearranges his insides.

Her dick is hitting all of the wonderful spots and dragging along his prostate with every move. "You know that I cannot put into words how much I love you. So let me do it the way we have always done it."

A spark of dark magic gently pokes against his arcane form, and with a deep moan, Belor allows the phallic energy entry. Their prowess' connects in a sensual way that only familiar arcana can do. Similar to their physical movement, the magic shaft plunges into the willing hole over and over again, sealing another act of love between them.

Not only did his mother fuck him physically, but also on a magical level. The sensation is overwhelming for everyone involved. Sylvia cannot last longer under such intense connection.

She doesn't need to tell him about her approaching climax; too deeply are they intertwined. Belor holds onto her as she picks up speed and chases her first of many releases.

With a deep feminine moan, the floodgates open, and the young vampire can feel the seed of his mother hitting deep inside of him. Wave after wave of hot essence fills and would surely overflow him if he wasn't so special.

The potent, highly magical cum of the ancient vampiress feels like lava. His body greedily drinks in all of this essence, sparking his power to insane heights. Pure dark magic flows through his veins; his eyes glow in purple energy.

His mother also clearly reacts to this sudden surge of power as they are still connected. She holds him tightly as the weaker return of magic flows through her.

With a wet pop, her cock slides out of him, still throbbing hard. She watches her son writhe under this magic with an exhausted smile. Sylvia knows that she only has a few moments of rest before the real fun begins.

After his body finally gets familiar with this energy, it is not just Belor's eyes that glow purple. The sheer amount of magical prowess inside of him is even visible to people without arcane knowledge as his body emits some purple light.

"You are absolutely perfect, my precious boy. The pinnacle of vampirehood." The young undead can feel the enticing curves of his mother surround him as she embraces her beloved son and creation. "You want it hard now, don't you?"

A wicked grin rests on Belor's face at her rhetorical question, and he eagerly gets on his hands and knees on the bed. His cute ass wiggles at his mother, who lets out an almost feral grunt.

With a slutty giggle, the young vampire's head is pressed down into the mattress by her strong hand as she looms over him with her dick hard. A few lewd slaps against that enticing butt follow before he can feel her throbbing cock resting against his ass crack.

The slutty giggle turns into lustful whimpering as he can feel his mother grinding her fat shaft against his inviting pucker.

"By Abol, how much I missed this. Get ready, my precious boy; I will give you all my love." Eventually his mother stops her wild grinding and sinks her cock into the clenching heat with a deep moan.

A rough thrust follows, and before he can relax, she hammers into him with brutal lust. The bed doesn't even moan at the display of inhuman strength; it just straight up breaks below them, which doesn't slow his mother down in any way.

Deep strokes plunder his insides as she jackhammers down into him. Belor would love to see her erotic body move, but her strong hand keeps him pressed down, just the way he likes it.

Even their magical coupling gets more brutal as the arcane shaft penetrates his arcane form over and over again. Any weaker spellcaster would break under an assault of such lustful nature, but Belor strives with it.

"You are such a needy boy, Belor. There is barely anyone in this world that can do this to you." There is a hint of exhaustion in her voice as she plows him deeply. "And even if someone manages to fuck your brains out, their cum will just give you power again. You are the perfect slut."

She lets go of his head only to pull up his legs. Once he is upside down, his mother gazes down at his beautiful form with a smile full of desire. Her cock is still deep inside of him, and before he can react, she starts pile-driving down.

The new position leaves Belor helpless in the most delicious way possible, but now he can actually watch the erotic figure of his mother on top of him. Her tits bounce wildly with every brutal thrust, and sweat drips down on him. Her lustful grin only makes her look more enticing in his eyes.

"The things you do to me with that body of yours. I think I need at least a day of fucking that tight ass until I am satisfied now that I finally have you back." The lewd sound of their hips slapping together underlines her words, and the wet squelching sound of her shaft disappearing in his hungry hole does the rest to make this perfect.

Once again, time loses all meaning for Belor as the sensation of her fat dick violating him physically and magically is the only thing he focuses on. The deep connection makes him feel every single one of her emotions openly with a vulnerability that the ancient vampiress wouldn't allow with anyone else.

Desire and lust swirl inside of her and fuel the brutal pounding that she is currently giving him. There is also a certain pride not just towards herself but also her beautiful creation. Overshadowing every other emotion, though, is an endless well of love and affection for her child.

Belor's exploration of his mother's arcane form gets interrupted by a feral growl right out of her mouth as her pounding turns even more brutal. The approaching climax is clearly visible in her face as she drives her son into the mattress. Finally she reaches her peak, and once more Belor can feel her potent essence flood his guts; this time, however, she just keeps thrusting and makes a mess all over him.

Cum sprays onto his slender body as his mother rides out her climax with primitive grunts. Her balls unleash every single drop of seed they can muster. With one last deep thrust, she is done and looks down at her slutty son in exhaustion.

"I love you so much." Her breathing is heavy as she drops down next to him on the bed, her cock slipping out of his tight asshole. The ancient vampiress pulls him into her soft embrace.