Castle Mroczna - Family Bonding

Katarzyna sipped her wine as she stared out through the window, the sun setting behind the trees that topped the ridges of the valley, casting the land below in deepening shadow.

The days were a little longer, it was Spring now. Though still cold, the villagers were out tilling what fields they had during the day, and making the most of the warmer months. But that didn't stop it turning to night quickly on the valley floor.

All the same, the longer days had left her feeling a little agitated. She'd spent quite a lot of time within the castle lately, busy handling the annoyances of diplomacy, honeying the words of her dispatches to that upstart Duke of Cardon, Enrique Hansa, whom she had entered into a trade agreement with, in no small part thanks to the subjugation of his emissary, Hector Cruz.

She had... enjoyed him, a few times. Arrogant as he was, he proved to be fun to pin beneath her.

His blood was quite sweet too. Perhaps she'd have him 'donate' some for the next batch of her personal vintage.

But he was far away. And right now, so soon after waking up, after a dull night prior, she did not want to deal with more human nonsense.

She loved her servants, but they could not soothe her stress this night.

But she knew who could.

With a smirk, she heard whirling air, and turned to see her three daughters, standing in a row with their veiled heads bowed politely, though even she could see their lips twisted into knowing smirks.

"My dearest daughters, thank you for coming so early in the evening~" she greeted, moving her wine glass through the air as she gestured to the three of them.

"We would never leave you waiting, Mother~" the eldest, Aniela, said, voice dripping with calm desire.

"We know you've been working so hard this past week... you haven't even taken the time to send a servant to the recovery room," the middling child, Kalina, remarked with wicked amusement.

"We would do anything to help you take a load off~" Izolda stated with burgeoning excitement beneath that calm demeanour.

Katarzyna smirked, seeing that her daughters already knew exactly what she had in mind this night.

"My sweet girls, you are always so good to me~ You know exactly what I need~"

She splayed her arms wide, beckoning them to embrace her.

"Come, let me hold you~"

They all giggled and approached, wrapping their arms around Katarzyna's large frame, though it was no simple hug. Their hands wandered, gliding along the curves contained beneath their mother's white dress... and Katarzyna was no less depraved, her gloved hands crossing the rump of Izolda on the right, Kalina on the left, and occasionally moving one or the other to grope Aniela in the middle.

She licked her lips as their hands crawled across her back and her hips, letting this 'hug' continue for a little while longer before they proceeded.

Izolda pushed her crotch against Katarzyna's leg, grinding against her mother's great thigh even through her mother's dress and her own.

Soft murmurs escaped Izolda, whilst Kalina cackled quietly, looking at their mother with lustful eagerness, their hand finding a way beneath Katarzyna's attire to caress their mother's voluminous rear directly, their fingers plucking at the edge of Katarzyna's underwear.

Leaving Aniela to gaze up at their mother, though their view was obstructed by Katarzyna's great chest, not that they minded staring at them much, chuckling softly and wrapping their arms around their mother to graze along her spine.

Katarzyna crooned softly, gyrating her voluptuous body against them. A moisture formed in her underwear, the desire for her daughters growing ever stronger. She touched them, rubbing her gloved thumbs against their lips, seeking entrance and getting it, depressing their tongues and playing with their lips.

Soft moans came from the three smaller vampires, her wonderful daughters.

She envied them, able to hunt more effectively, to hide amongst the villagers, to speak to visiting outsiders without arousing much suspicion. Able to lure in their prey, unaware of the danger.

They could even disperse into smoke, disorienting their prey and infiltrating any place they wished.

Of course, Katarzyna, in exchange, had power they did not. A strength they would never know and a resilience to much. And something much more that she kept a close secret, though they knew.

Envy or not, she still loved them, and they loved her.

A great deal.

"Come, my daughters... let us share each other's company with nothing to obstruct us~"

She pulled away from her daughters and spread her arms. Each of the three knew what their mother wanted, and with giggles and no further preamble, they again approached, though this time they went for Katarzyna's clothes, dexterously finding the hems and the clasps and the hidden straps. Izolda took her wine away, placing it on a table on the other side of the room, returning to help Aniela remove the upper part of Katarzyna's massive white dress, letting her bust spill out a little more, though still contained by the dark brassier that was until then well hidden beneath her dress, despite the generous window of her cleavage.

Kalina slowly and sensually tugged Katarzyna's skirt down, gliding their hands sensually along the curves of their mother's hips and rump and soon her thighs, leaving only black underwear covering Katarzyna's shame, not that she had much of that. Dark stockings covered her lower legs, held up by a luxurious pantyhose.

Aniela dropped down to aid Kalina, and the two of them delicately removed each of Katarzyna's dark, glossy high-heels, helping her step out of them and her clothes, until she was barefoot and subjected to the soft caress of lips upon the tops of her feet and along her shins.

Izolda was busy unhooking the clasps of Katarzyna's brassier, reaching up to their much taller mother. But even with the height discrepancy, they had no issue releasing the clasp, freeing their mother's breasts from the confines of the dark garment, each pallid globe bouncing to a slow rest, pale nipples erect from arousal.

From behind, Katarzyna felt a pair of gloved hands slide up her sides, and eventually press to underbellies of her bust, Izolda having to stretch her arms a little to reach and caress those heavy mounds, fingers curling into the supple, spongy flesh, though not as well as Izolda no doubt wanted.

Katarzyna smiled; Izolda would get their chance.

Meanwhile, Aniela and Kalina let their own hands, their gloves removed, glide up Katarzyna's legs, feeling the voluptuous curves she exhibited in every part of her body, the picture of curvaceous, matronly beauty.

More than once in times past she had mesmerised intruders with her features should they have caught her naked.

Even a simple moment of hesitation was enough to doom them.

Her daughters' fingers found the edges of her underwear, as well as her pantyhose. And with practised efforts, slipped them down and discarded them as delicately as the rest of her garb.

All that remained was her jewellery and her gloves, which Katarzyna removed herself, handing all to Kalina to take over to her vanity, where they'd be safe and out of the way.

Her pale form stood out in the growing gloom of the bedroom, no candles or lights lit just yet, but even shadow did little to hide the massive, pallid woman, looking over herself and running her hands along her body, lifting her breasts slowly and enticingly, before letting them drop and bounce, her daughters unable to keep their eyes off those wobbling mounds.

She grinned, sliding her hands down her body and twisting slightly, provocatively, cupping one of her cheeks as she showed off her mature but gorgeous body.

When she was finally done with her teasing dance, she backed up to her bed and laid herself upon it, reclining herself to look upon her daughters.

"Now let me see your beautiful selves, my children~"

All three grinned, and all three were subsequently surrounded in swirling black smoke as their clothes disintegrated around them, the smoke vanishing into nothing.

Now Aniela, Kalina, and Izolda stood before Katarzyna, their nude, slender bodies on full display without any shame.

She admired them, the beautiful women they had become, even after so many years; they looked quite similar, but a mother could pick them apart easily even outside their hair.

Aniela, she was the oldest, and though she was nubile like all of them, she possessed the most supple curves, her dark auburn locks hanging to her shoulders, front and back. She also looked the most mature, though still so youthful.

Kalina, the one Katarzyna bore second, she had a beautiful frame, perfect and silky like the others, but her curves were lesser than Aniela's. Her body was taut also, a subtle athletic physique hidden beneath that supple, tender frame, her short, black hair adding to that feel, barely reaching her shoulders.

Her face had a slight leanness to it, like her body, hard to discern, but it reflected her forceful nature well.

And Izolda, the last of Katarzyna's daughters. Curvy like her sisters, but she was slimmer than they were, her breasts in particular handfuls for most but no more, though that didn't stop her from using them on men, and effectively at that. Her dirty blonde hair hung past her shoulders, marked with dark streaks, from behind, but her bangs barely reached below her chin from the front. Her visage was the most youthful, still that of an adult, but her position as the youngest showed.

All three were equally beautiful to Katarzyna, though Aniela, as the oldest, was the one most likely to succeed her, in however many decades or centuries that would take.

Unless all three took the mantle together. Katarzyna could only imagine what that would be like, smirking at the thought.

But the far future was meaningless to her in the moment. Right now, she wanted her daughters before her, and with a subtle lick of her lips, she beckoned them with a curl of her finger.

"Come~ Show me the love for your mother~"

The three sisters giggled, and crawled onto the large bed eagerly, their combined weight barely making it creak, built to withstand Katarzyna's most violent of trysts.

Their hands crept up her frame, fingertips delicately drumming, sliding, or squeezing along her softer flesh, lips peppering her calves and thighs with familial affection.

They painted brush strokes with their tongues against her pale skin, lingering, slow. Fangs grazed against silky, mature skin, the occasional nips from Kalina not going unnoticed.

They'd all get a taste soon enough, but they were happy for now to find every soft part and tense joint, and let their love and desire smooth away the stress aches Katarzyna had accumulated.

She sighed in pleasure as they moved higher up her great body, eight feet of enormous, voluptuous woman, broad and plush, a little pudgy where it mattered, something her daughters delighted in as they took small handfuls of her belly.

And of course, her slightly plump vulva, fingers splaying the puffy, silky smooth labia wide, though her daughters only toyed with the petals, keeping their fingers from touching anything more sensitive, or going any deeper, for the time being.

Further they traversed their mother's body, gliding their succulent frames across her own with an almost unnatural grace and weight, either exerting no force at all, or letting their light weights press on their mother sensually, gliding bellies and thighs against her as their hands heralded their advance.

She felt her breasts grasped by three hands, from a daughter each, one switching between the two mounds, one kneading the left globe, the other grazing along the nipple of the right.

Their other hands endeavoured to squeeze the pudgy, supple layer of smooth fat that hugged her voluptuous frame, belying the strength and steel of the muscle beneath. She could crush a human's skull with ease. But she had little need for such barbarism, when a bite was enough to ensure their submission.

The softness of her body only made them sink further into her dominion.

As for her daughters, they adored her mature curves, squeezing, kneading, and most certainly kissing.

It was in their nature to be... 'orally stimulated'. Katarzyna was no different. It made them feel good to use their mouths, to lick and kiss, to bite.

Kalina continued to nip at their mother's body, laughing in their characteristic way; assertive, confident, just that faintest hint of enthusiastic aggression, contrasting with the playful, carefree giggling of Izolda, and the mature, sultry chuckles of Aniela. Not too dissimilar to Katarzyna's own, though she possessed a deeper, much richer tenor.

Right now, only delighted sighs escaped her, sliding her legs against each other as she shifted weight from one side of her body to the other, sliding a hand along the arms of Izolda, and letting the fingers of the other play through Aniela's hair.

Her daughters lingered, peppering her belly with their oral affection, planting sucking kisses, painting tongue strokes, and playfully gnawing upon her soft, slightly chubby stomach, the curves of mature beauty that her daughters were so enamoured with.

In time, they couldn't stop their advance and crept further, their bodies gliding so sensually upon her own until they were finally upon her breasts.

Fingers sank to knuckles inside her pliant mounds, her bust quite yielding, supple flesh spilling out between their fingers, filling their palms, but the resistance, that springy pliancy that sought to return her globes to their prior shape, even as they splayed and flattened from gravity, and shifted and sagged heavily and enticingly as she rocked her weight from one side of her body to the other.

Her daughters giggled as they played with her breasts, feeling their legs rubbing against her lower body. Kneaded, groped, squeezed, their hands were all over her mounds, each twice the size of their heads, which in turn found themselves buried in her abyssal cleavage, Izolda the first to take the plunge and kiss their mother's sternum.

Katarzyna chuckled gleefully, caressing her daughter's head and reaching down to firmly grip their rear, taking a handful of that tender rump.

Soon they pulled free, to find one of Katarzyna's nipples, supple lips latching tight and tugging hungrily as if she could nurse her daughters.

She knew she would if she could... though there was a way they could emulate the sensation. That could come later.

Kalina was next to bury their face between their mother's breasts, shaking their head from side to side with that energy Katarzyna had come to know well, tongue curling vigorously upon her sternum.

Her daughters were not just keen to be so intimate with their mother; they touched each other just as much, Aniela curling a middle finger against Kalina's sensitive back door, Izolda nibbling their spine as the middle child continued to indulge in the wrapping pressure of those enormous breasts either side of their head, their body undulating from every little touch they felt.

But in time, Kalina let Aniela have their turn, the eldest of the three wrapping their arms around Katarzyna's bust in a firm hug, squeezing her breasts against the sides of their head. They twisted to let their lips peck and lick at the globes on either side of them, all as their sisters latched their lips onto a nipple each, suckling hungrily, tongues flicking against those sizeable and terribly stiff nipples. Their lips only barely covered her areolae, and they made sure to trace those pink discs too, coating them in cool saliva.

They were warming as they grew lustful, but without a human to share their heat, their own lust, and their blood, they would remain cold.

Their hearts could beat when they were excited, as they were now, but they were still dead things.

Dead things with more life than many among the living.

Warming breaths washed over Katarzyna's bust as Aniela pulled their head free of her cleavage, a salacious gasp leaving him.

They fixed their mother with a yearning gaze, and crawled further, past their sisters, and cupped Katarzyna's cheek.

Even if Aniela was likely to take her place one day, Katarzyna had no favourites... still, Aniela was often the first to steal a kiss if they could, the first to move things along. Trying to prove something to her? Or just nursing an older love compared to their sisters.

Whatever it was, Katarzyna's comparatively oversized lips meshed eagerly with her daughter's, both working their jaws away in lecherous desire, their tongues mingling without delay.

But Katarzyna was so much bigger, able to overpower Aniela's tongue with ease. Though never for too long, letting her daughter take back the initiative, again and again, their smaller muscle tracing ever flexing contour of Katarzyna's greater tongue.

Their lips started to smack, mixing with their lusting murmurs, Katarzyna fondling her daughter's glutes, taking one each into her large but tender hands, squeezing firmly.

The sensation of lips upon her nipples did not go unnoticed, of course, feeling her daughters suck as much of her supple peaks into their mouths as possible, tugging hungrily, even though they knew full well their mother was dry in that regard. But her body was sensitive, and their ardent suckling was pleasant.

Slowly, she brought the kiss with Aniela to a close, and directed her attention to her other daughters, enticing them off her nipples. Izolda came next, the youngest of her three eager to kiss, but proving to be more energetic, suckling on her lips and darting their tongue in and out of her mouth, letting it flicker across her own.

Aniela took their place on Katarzyna's teat, ensuring they got their own chance to tease their mother.

Izolda's playful nature was a delight to Katarzyna, always invigorated by their energy. She tried to match, her tongue twisting and jerking about to brush over her daughter's at the right moments where the most slippery contact could be achieved, tastebuds grinding against tastebuds. Izolda's hands were content not to hold onto Katarzyna's cheeks, instead resting on her shoulders for leverage.

But soon, it was Kalina's turn to kiss their mother, and after Izolda returned to suckling a breast, albeit not the one they started with, Kalina all but forced their lips upon Katarzyna's, their tongue effectively shunting into her mouth to perform a vigorous tango around their mother's.

Kalina happily tugged and nipped at Katarzyna's upper and lower lips, and would've happily, but gently, pinned their mother's tongue between their teeth, but they got no such opportunity, instead twisting their lips upon their mother's with an enthusiasm that went a bit above eagerness.

They could never dominate Katarzyna. Never

wanted

to dominate her. But that didn't stop Kalina asserting themselves all the same, always one to push forward.

They could be soft when they wanted to be... but Katarzyna knew Kalina's preferences. They were more primal than the rest of them, even if it was often subtly expressed.

They 'chewed' into the kiss firmly, pushing and tugging their head with each motion of their lips, until they finally released with a gasp.

They didn't get much of an escape for long, Katarzyna suddenly grabbing the back of her daughter's head and pulling them into a deep, firm kiss, Katarzyna shoving her tongue as deep as it could manage before letting Kalina go, chuckling deviously.

Kalina shot their mother a wicked, knowing smirk, before the three sisters stopped what they were doing to look at their mother with eager expressions.

"Come now... don't you want to make your mother scream~?" Katarzyna mused with a heavy-lidded glance between them, lips twisted into a tempting grin.