Hunter’s love for Futa

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.

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.

"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.After a painful minute of rushing through the camp, they finally arrived at the unique tent of the shaman at the edge of the clearing. Fetishes made of branches and bone decorated the outside and let it stand out from the others. Belor had little time to take in the scene, his own desire urging him on.

Inside was only a single space filled with the bare essentials. A comfy bed made out of furs, a fireplace, and a cooking area. Many herbs and plants were stored here, their exotic smell probably filling the air if it weren't for the weighty scent of arousal from the mature woman.

She was about to say something, but her words got stuck in her throat as the enchanting figure of the vampire pressed against her back. His rigid shaft pushed against her soft ass, and his lips already sealed themselves against her neck. A lustful moan escaped her as strong, slender hands grasped her hefty tits, kneading them greedily.

The flesh of her breasts nicely gave in to his eager fingers. Intara doesn't even know how her clothing disappeared as the vampire played with her nipples. Feminine moans erupted from her under the ravenous ministrations of this lustful man.

"I have little doubt that you are the figure you say you are. The private stories of Karene are pretty explicit and detailed." With heavy breath, she looked back at Belor. Her cock throbbed like crazy, completely overwhelmed by the lust he sparked within her.

One of his hands stopped groping her tits and wandered over her soft stomach towards that weighty pillar of meat. The heat of her shaft seared into his hand, pulsing with the beat of her heart, all because of him.

"I guess I left my mark on your predecessor. She was quite similar to you, my dear. A morph with enticing curves made to be played with. Her shaft a throbbing rod of potent lust. The way she rutted into me like a woman half her age was quite memorable. Maybe you could do the same?" Belor gasped his lust into her ear to turn her on even more.

Flames of lust stoked ever higher within the mature woman, and she turned in his grasp to face him. As the vampire leaned down to her, they sealed their lips in hunger for each other. In a wet dance, their tongues intertwined and tasted one another. Intara's eyes rolled back at the feeling.

With a lewd, heated sound, they finally broke apart again. Soft but fiery kisses trailed down her neck until Belor finally found himself between those giving globes. A surprised gasp followed as he easily lifted the older woman up to bury his face in that wonderful valley of tits. Just like every morph, her scent was incredibly potent, and the vampire took it in with delight.

After a few moments of enjoying her breasts, he set the stunned woman down again, his eyes locking onto the main event. Quickly, Belor got on his knees to face her leaking cock. A hand wrapped around the base and slowly moved the soft skin up and down. He took a second to marvel at her foreskin moving over the engorged tip, letting out more pre-cum.

His other hand gently took a hold of the low-hanging ballsack of the morph. The hefty orbs were already working overtime to give him a creamy surprise later. As another moan escaped the mature lady, the vampire looked up at her. Her pillowy chest hid a decent part of her face but not the fiery eyes of lust leering down at him. Seeing a woman of her age blush in lust spurred him on even more.

With hot desire, he sealed his lips around her cockhead in a kiss, gently lapping up the excessive amount of arousal building up. More gasps of lust came from Intara as his tongue separated her foreskin from her tip and swirled around it. Belor was surprised by his own gentleness, but being able to see her face contort was definitely worth it.

Slowly the vampire reached up to grasp his hands around her wide hips, sinking his fingers into the yielding flesh. The shaman watched him with hazy eyes, unaware of what was to come while he moved into a better position. When he was finally ready to start, he gave the lady a quick wink and then buried her shaft into his tight throat in one swift motion.

Many different sounds came from Intara as her shaft was suddenly gripped tightly like a vice by the hot confines of this beautiful man. Overwhelmed by the sensation, she grasped into his hair to hold him steady, but Belor made little motion to pull her out. Without a little struggle, he kept this throbbing shaft nice and snug inside of him, his nose pressed against her stomach.

Eventually he couldn't hold it anymore and started spearing himself on this delicious piece of meat over and over again. The slick sound of her dick plundering his throat filled the tent, probably heard outside through the thin furs. Every time she was fully sheathed, his lips touched her base almost like a kiss.

Shuddering and quivering, the shaman managed to hold on for longer than expected. This ravenous beast of a man was more than anything she had ever experienced in her life but perfectly matched the stories of old about the Pale Prince. Often Intara read the tales of Karene stroking her own shaft to the raunchy telling that only she had access to, but this was better than what she had imagined.

Lost in his own pleasure, it took a while for Belor to realize that the mature woman was at the edge of her stamina. Her sagging balls were eager to feed the hungry vampire with all the seed that they could muster and were drawing tight to her body.

With delight, Belor slowed down his effort to sneak a hand between her legs. A gentle caress of her ballsack followed, but that was not his goal. Between her hefty ass cheeks, he found her tight pucker hidden, and with a bit of effort, the eager vampire managed to get two fingers inside. After a bit of searching, he found that little button that made everyone come undone.

Gentle touches and tickles followed while his mouth did his work, and Intara had stars explode behind her eyes. With deep moans, the orgasm rumbled through her curvy body, and holding onto his head, her balls unleashed her potent essence.

Spurt after spurt of virile cum emerged from her shaft deep into the tight throat of this beast. Belor's lips were sealed around her shaft to not waste a single drop. Prolonged through his work on her prostate, the mature woman came far more than she ever had in her youth, unleashing buckets of seed.

With astonishment, the shaman watched all of this essence disappear inside of him while his light blue eyes took on a purple glow. After a moment of forever, she finally reached her end. A slick sound followed as Belor pulled her shaft out of his mouth and caught the collapsing woman in his arms.

"That was better than any of the stories." Nothing else the shaman managed to bring out. The vampire picked her up and gently put her down on the furs of her bed.

His gaze took in the messy, mature beauty for a moment before getting down as well and resting his head in her lap. Lazily he licked along the wet shaft until Intara recovered from the experience.

Many moments passed until her heaving chest finally stopped moving and she caught her breath again. The skilled tongue and lips of her enigmatic lover worked over her semi-hard cock eagerly. "I guess I don't need to ask if the stories are true."

A chuckle escaped him, muffled by one of her balls he was currently sucking. Belor took a second of his cock worship to answer her. "It is possible that Karene played some of the public stories down. Can't tell such raunchy tales to the younger ones."

"Either way, I don't care as long as I can experience this again. I will tell the chieftain that everything is true and that your presence is a blessing for the tribe." With new lust rising, she groped one of her hefty tits while watching the young figure enjoying her cock.

"Wonderful. I can assure you we will have many more moments like this even today. I recall when I spent a full day with Karene inside her hut. The poor lady came like 10 times throughout the day." He giggled in delight as the lewd memory returned, and Intara could do nothing but moan.

Her shaft has found its way to full hardness again and, to her own astonishment, was already leaking pre-cum. The kisses of this mysterious vampire on her balls made them eager to produce even more seed.

"I haven't had you rut me like a beast yet, darling." Belor lifted himself from her lap and moved himself onto his hands and knees. His suit vanished in the blink of an eye and left his enchanting form completely revealed.

The last restraints snapped inside the mature morph, and with an almost feral growl, she pushed herself up. With a jingling of the bones in her antlers, she kneeled behind this eager man, marveling at his cute ass for a second. Her hands pulled the firm cheeks apart almost reverently until his rosebud could be seen. To her eyes it looked like the tight hole of a virgin who has never seen a dick before, but from the many stories she knows that this thing devours shafts like no other.

Belor felt the erotic weight of her hefty meat between his cheeks as she slowly rubbed her shaft between the cleft, trying to soften him up. He chuckled in amusement and looked back at the careful shaman. "No need to work it over, darling. Just sink it in."

Intara nodded slowly and positioned her leaking tip against the quivering hole. At first she pushed gently, but as soon as her cockhead breached the ring, she quickly rammed her shaft in as this little pucker swallowed her dick greedily and almost pulled her inside by itself. "By the spirits, what are you?"

"Yours for now, my dear. Less talking, more fucking." With a laugh, the vampire pushed back against her until his ass met her hips.

The shaman did not need another invitation and grabbed the ass of this lustful man. Slowly she pulled out until only her tip remained inside and then slammed right back in again. His walls clenched around her member and massaged her in ways she never felt. Soon enough she set up a decent rhythm fucking this delightful ass.

Lustful moans escaped both of them as the obscene sound of fucking filled the tent. Intara felt a strange stamina surging in her as she worked her shaft into him. Her tits whipped with every thrust, and lewd squelching only spurred her on.

With delight, Belor shivered during this deep, rhythmic fuck. Her hot flesh stretched him deliciously, and her lustful curses made him greedy for more. He met every thrust with his own pushback. A slutty expression sat on his face as he looked back at the mature woman.

Her nostrils flared in a lustful breath, and she increased her efforts in rutting this insatiable man. The curvy tits of hers slapped together with every movement and gave Belor a beautiful sight of this curvy morph. A nice sheen of sweat covered her skin from the effort of plundering his behind.

"I really understand the legends of you bringing fertility to the tribe. My balls and body want to pump so many loads inside of you even if they are wasted." To underline her words, the shaman picked up the pace and made her churning ballsack smack against his taint.

Hungry eyes rested on her as she rutted this greedy beast with all of her leftover stamina. "No worries, my darling. Not a single drop will be wasted. I can also assure you that my presence has already affected the tribe. You will see the effect in 9 months. Now fuck this needy ass."

His words sparked even more lust inside of the mature woman, and her grip around his hips strengthened. Like an animal in rut, she hammered into this tight void with everything her body could muster. No time to think about his words as the need of breeding him took over completely.

With her mind blank with lust, the slapping of meat intensified once more, and with primal grunts, she chased her second orgasm. He had arched his back so that she could ram him into the furs with primitive need while his lustful moans got muffled. The bones on her head clang together with her passionate movements.

Every good thing comes to an explosive end as Intara felt the floodgates open. Her body rumbled and shivered with the overwhelming orgasm that had been working up inside of her. The shaman's balls were aching for release, and with a final moan, she gave in.

Two more hammering thrusts followed, and then her cock unleashed her creamy essence inside of this divine ass. Once again the sheer amount shocked her more than him, surprised by how much her body wants to breed him.

Belor shook with every hit of her potent seed filling his tightness. As always, his magic worked greedily for every bit of energy she had to give. Her release would make any other person bulge by the sheer amount.

With a few shuddering thrusts, Intara was finally spent and simply collapsed in exhaustion. Her softening cock slipped out of him with a naughty pop, and the mature woman dropped onto the furs. With sweat covering her erotic features, she tried to catch her breath for a moment after these two insane loads. In a single day she came so much more than within a month, a year even.

As she met Belor's gaze, slight concern crept into her exhausted grimace. Deep purple hunger rested in his eyes and made her heart race even faster. "You know the several hours for the ritual was just a joke."

Like a predator, the vampire moved over the lingering form of this mature beauty. His ass stopped right above her soft shaft as this strange magic surged inside of her again and blood rushed in between her thighs. Slowly, Belor grasped onto her antlers and waited for her to become hard again so that he could ride this morph. Wide eyes were locked onto his in anticipation and fear of more.

"I know." A soft smile rested on his face, far too innocent for what the greedy beast had planned. Once her cock reached her peak again, he let himself drop to be speared onto the rigid shaft.

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It was already evening when the two finally returned to the chieftain's tent. Lontos watched with concern as his shaman walked in, held up by the almost beaming figure of the stranger. Her features were pale and exhausted, barely capable of staying on her own legs, which were shaking like that of a newborn doe.

"Is everything alright, Intara? I have never seen you like this." The hulking figure stepped over and helped the weak woman as well from the other side.

"The many rituals your shaman had to prepare were quite exhausting, chieftain. It was a draining experience to commune with the spirits." With an innocent smile, the vampire looked at the large morph.

"Yes. Maybe I am getting too old for this." Intara's voice was breathy after the experience she just had, and the shaman desperately needed some water.

"Nonsense. You were quite astounding, in fact. Diligent and thorough with your work." Belor's praise slightly invigorated the mature woman again, and she gave him a thankful smile.

"Chieftain, I can clearly confirm that this is indeed the Pale Prince of legends who brings good fortune and life to our tribe. An alliance between him and us is a must. I converse with Karene herself for this." Her words were convincing enough, and her state of exhaustion confirmed such powerful communing.

"Very well." Lontos looked towards the slender man and gave him a firm nod. "We will discuss the details tomorrow. I need to attend to my marital duties. It seems that my wife is suddenly in heat. I could barely keep her away from me during the day. You can stay with Intara, Pale Prince."

Belor giggled as the hulking figure ushered them out quickly as his horny wife had returned. The vampire could only hear a needy 'Breed me' from the chieftainess before he helped the shaman back to her tent. 

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 Evening had fallen over the morph tribe, slowing down the daily activities. Many of the tribe members had fallen for the sudden surges of lust that filled them and found themselves together. The noises of their lovemaking could be heard throughout the camp, which cast a slight smile on Belor's face.

The young vampire was resting in the shaman's hut. With ever-lustful eyes, he drank in the sleeping figure of Intara. Her sizeable tits heaved gently from the rhythmic breathing, and the greedy man couldn't help himself and groped a hefty breast, kneading it softly. Motherly and desirable was her form begging to be touched.

Heavily, the air was still filled with the scent of their excessive coupling. Maybe Belor had driven her too far for a first time with him because the moment they went back to the tent, the mature morph quickly fell asleep. His inner beast was difficult enough to control, but faced with the primal scents of the morphs, it was even harder to not jump on the next cock or set of tits.

With a sigh, his gaze wandered over to the soft shaft resting against her chunky thigh. Desires sparked inside of the vampire, ready for another round as always, but before making any questionable decisions, he stood up.

As he was about to leave the tent to go for an evening walk, a quiet voice rang out from the entrance. "Intara? Are you still awake? I have some questions." The tent flap was lifted slightly, and the petite figure of Lily came into sight.

Immediately the hunger followed as Belor drank in the small figure of this young morph. Her frail form was not quite his taste, especially with that flat chest hidden behind the fur, but she easily made up for it with the hefty shaft hanging between her legs. That veiny beast was made for breeding.

"It seems that your spiritual guide is currently resting. Maybe I can help you, though." The vampire's smile made Lily shiver in delight, and she could feel the searing fire of lust igniting inside of her. 

Quickly the morph stepped into the tent with a shy blush while nervously scratching her small horns. "Oh, Pale Prince. I didn't expect you to be here. I wanted to talk with Intara about something. I don't want to bother you."

Seeing that he had to once again take the initiative, Belor motioned for the girl to come closer, which she eagerly followed. The vampire took her into his arms, making her feel his enchanting form. A satisfied sigh came from Lily as she molded against him, taking in his wonderful scent.

"What a delightful little creature you are. Come, ask me those questions that are on your mind." With a slow caress, he made her feel safe in his arms.

The petite woman looked up at him with nervous eyes while leaning against his chest. "I wanted to hear some old stories about you. Many of the tribe know of the Pale Prince, but I wanted to hear the old legends and what they are about."

A smile formed on the pale man's face, and he rested a hand on the side of hers. Lily eagerly rubbed herself against it for more affections. "I could tell you many a story about the events in the past, but I think a demonstration will be far more effective, my dear."

Upon realizing what he meant, the morph eagerly followed his pull towards the fur bed of Intara in the corner. A small concern crept onto her face about disturbing the shaman in her sleep, but quickly those were washed away with another smile from this enchanting man.

"Don't worry, darling. She won't wake up no matter how loud you scream my name." The heavy red in Lily's face was a reward for his lustful words. Her weighty cock was already standing at full attention, and Belor gently grasped the hot flesh, which made the morph whimper lustfully.

His own desires were already on high alert, so he decided to skip foreplay for now. The vampire needed this rod deep inside of his tight heat. Slowly he got down onto his back and presented his desirable figure to her gaze. "Get down here, Lily, and make love to me. I need to feel you."

Those simple words were enough to send the petite woman overboard. She got on her knees between his legs, which he instinctively lifted up to give her access to that divine little pucker hidden by those cute butt cheeks.

Her lustful advances stopped as her gaze found that wonderful cock of his slowly rushing to full size. It wasn't quite as impressive as her own shaft, but it looked so beautiful and suckable.

Before the morph could descend onto it, Belor stopped her. "Later, my darling. I need you inside of me first."

Lily nodded and carefully positioned her massive shaft between his cheeks, gently prodding against that pretty rosebud. Like giving naughty kisses that pucker pressed against her engorged tip, greedy to be stretched open. From last time, she knew that she didn't need to be careful.

With barely any effort, his hole welcomed her hot member. Once again her mind could barely comprehend how the entrance was so easy but yet so wonderfully tight. His inner walls clenched around that hard shaft, urging her in until she was completely hilted inside.

The bite on her own lip almost drew blood as the intensity washed over her. Belor watched the effect he had on her face with delight. His legs rested on her shoulders and locked behind her back to keep the morph from pulling away. That meaty cock was throbbing inside of him, and he was unwilling to let go.

"I am glad that you are enjoying my body, honey, but I would prefer to share some of that enjoyment." Lily let out an apologetic gasp as her mind snaps back to reality from that hazy lust. After a quick nod, the morph started moving inside of this tight hole, setting up a slow rhythm of fucking.

The sensation of her thick shaft stretching him over and over again combined with that cute face filled with lustful concentration was exactly what Belor wanted. Deep moans of desire escaped him as that meaty cock plundered his insides. This time the morph didn't need Kath's help to fuck him.

She leaned over him and gripped onto his sides as her pace picked up from a sensual fucking to a more primal rutting. Lily was still a morph after all, and those primitive instincts to breed took over. Even though there was no way of creating life like this, her body still begged to fill this needy man.

With every thrust, her balls slapped against his cheeks with a meaty whack only drowned out by her hips hitting them as well. Belor held onto the fur and the sleeping Intara next to him as the small morph now really fucked his ass. Heavy breaths followed every surge forward as she rearranged his guts in the most pleasurable way.

The vampire could feel her sizeable shaft raking against his prostate easily, which made his own cock throb like crazy. It was unlikely that the mortal would bring him to his own release, but it was delightful nonetheless.

Sadly enough, Lily did not scream his name; she was too focused and concentrated to not finish too soon. Sweat built up on her body as the small woman put in as much effort as her petite body could muster. A deluge of creamy, potent essence was building up inside of her balls, ready to be unleashed at any moment.

"Pale Prince, I..." Nothing else came over her lips as that insane orgasm finally washed over her. With a cute groan of primal lust, the floodgates opened. With wide eyes, her essence spilled into this man who had her under his spell.

With every spurt of virile seed that coated his inner walls, Belor let out a lustful moan. Lily had dropped onto his chest and was rutting this wonderful man uncontrollably. Her body writhed and shuddered while riding her orgasm. It felt like forever until the morph's cock was finally spent, leaving her exhausted but satisfied.

Once again, Belor's gentle hand caressed her back, and he enjoyed the feeling of her form on his. The purple glow in his eyes made slight light in the darkness, shining over this small woman.

"You are getting much better at that, darling. It won't take long until you have me screaming your name, but we need many more couplings until we reach that point." The vampire's words sparked another shy but excited blush in her face as her shaft spurted out the last few drops of her love inside of him.

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Chieftain Lontos stepped out of his tent with a pleasant exhaustion in his muscles. The hulking figure stretched for a moment to get the sore feeling out of his body, but a smile rested on his face. His wife rarely had such lustful needs, but he happily had obliged her desires.

His gaze wandered over the camp, seeing similar scenes playing out. Apparently the surge of lust had affected all of his people, and the chief saw many exhausted and happy faces like his own. When he spotted the reason for such an effect, the massive morph walked over to the enigmatic figure.

Belor looked up from the shaman next to him towards the approaching morph. His hand still rests on the hefty ass of the curvy woman who was still breathing heavily. Of course he had sucked another load out of her right after she woke up. "Good morning, chieftain. I hope you had a pleasant night."

"Pleasant indeed. I barely could keep my wife off of me throughout the night." A heavy paw landed on the slender man's shoulder. "I don't know how you are doing it or which spirits follow you, but I agree with my shaman here. I gladly have an alliance between the two of us."

"The spirits very much favor this bond." Intara leaned against this mysterious man, her mind still stuck on the delightful feeling of his lips wrapped around her shaft.

"Wonderful. I would keep the conditions the very same as they have been in the past. We will help each other out in times of need; our borders are open to each other, and a constant diplomatic channel would be appreciated." The muscular chieftain raised his brows at the vampire's words, especially the last part.

"Diplomatic channel? Speak with simpler words, will you?" Slight annoyance sat in the large morph's tone.

"My apologies. I am used to company that actually puts value on veiling words. A semi-permanent visitor in my manor would help both of us with a deeper connection. I would actually suggest your shaman here for now unless you have a better candidate." A soft smile rested on Belor's face.

"This would be very good for us. I'll gladly keep good relations between the tribes." Intara could not hide the excitement in her words. The thought of having more time with this amazing lover made her blood pool once again between her thighs.

After a few silent moments of thought, the hulking morph slowly nodded at the suggestion. "Good. We might miss our shaman, but if you promise to take care of her and send her back sometimes, I shall agree to these terms."

Belor took the large hand of the chieftain and sealed the agreement. "Do not worry, my friend. I will take good care of her. Like you said, if she is needed, I will bring her back safely, and you can send someone else who would want to visit me." Of course the vampire did not mention who he had in mind with those last words.

"I will get my things ready." With much enthusiasm, the mature shaman rushed back to her tent.

"Actually, there is something else that I would like to ask you, Lontos. Do you still have contact with other tribes, especially in the north?" Belor stopped the chief before he could leave again.

"Hm, we have loose contact with the other tribes, but my people are aware of them. Why are you asking?" Surprised by the strange question, Lontos looked down at the slender man with intrigue.

An innocent, mysterious smile was not answer enough for the chieftain. "You see, there is someone that I would like to contact. Have you ever heard the story of the Frosthound? It is a legend of your northern brothers."

Lontos shook his head in unknowing, but if this enigmatic figure wants to meet another figure, it must be of importance.

"Well, I would only want you to send a messenger there to inform the Frosthound that her favorite pup would like a visit." The strange message and relation didn't tell much about Belor's intentions.

"Sending someone of my people that far could be dangerous, but I am willing to do it if you could help me out with something as well." Curiously, the vampire followed the chieftain, who slowly started walking through his camp, waiting for further explanation.

"Some of my hunters reported that the northern part of the forest is afflicted by a strange condition. Life does not grow easy there." Every step of the massive morp required two steps of Belor. The other tribe members gave respectful nods towards their leader as he walked past and curious and lustful glances towards the vampire.

"Of course, I asked Intara about the matter, and she told me that magic is causing such a corruption. Plants wither and die away while animals don't even step there." From the tone of his voice, it was clear that the problem had been festering for a while. "We tried rituals to stop the decay, but nothing worked. At least my hunters managed to find the center of it."

At the edge of the camp, Lontos' steps stopped, and he looked towards the slender man next to him. "If you are of powerful magic and spirit, you also must be able to withstand the decay and therefore be able to take care of the problem. I am willing to send a messenger wherever you want if that corruption stops spreading."

With a thoughtful look towards the north, the young vampire stood silent for a second, but then he smiled. "Very well, Lontos. I will look into this problem and do what I can. The message will be a nice reward, but the issue might be bigger than that."

Before the chieftain can say anything else, the slender figure continued. "Of course I only know that if I take a look at it, we have a deal for now."

Without another word, Belor's form melted into fur and teeth, and Lontos could only look on baffled as the transformed wolf made its way into the forest.

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Soon the lush forest gave way to the very corruption the chieftain was talking about. The greenery was not visibly decaying, but the process was still tangible. Belor could feel his own body hurting from this strange aura, but the regenerative abilities of being a vampire kept him together. It was surprising that his body was actually affected because technically he was already dead.

Curiously he stepped through the dead plants and gnarly trees. The closer he got to the center, the stronger the aura got. It didn't take long for him to figure out that something or someone was sucking all the life out of the land. He also did not miss the similarities to his own kind.

After half an hour of wandering, something else crept up between the decaying flora. To his surprise, a small hut nestled in the middle of this corruption was surrounded by a small garden and a pond. The whole scenery felt quite eerie because the immediate area around the hut was unaffected by the decay. Vegetables and herbs grew happily while everything else around them slowly withered away.

Cautiously the vampire kept his distance, watching for any changes or inhabitants. It didn't take long to spot a robed figure stepping out of the building with a watering can and a small sickle. From the form, Belor could tell that it was a woman who carried herself with a certain grace.

With knowing movements, she took care of the small garden, watering the plants and collecting some herbs. Throughout her work, the slender man caught a glimpse of her face. The hermit was quite attractive, but wrinkles of age and a life of concern marked her features. In Belor's eyes they did little to minder her beauty. She must be around fifty, but the vampire also knew that looks can be deceiving.

The feeling that the usual deception would not work was clear, so Belor decided on a plan that his mother would heavily advise against. His form shifted back into his usual pretty self, and he simply enough walked towards the hermit.

It didn't take long for the mature woman to spot this beautiful man walking towards her hut, and her eyes squinted in suspicion. No weapon was on her body except the small sickle, but Belor knew that physical weapons would be of little concern.

"Good day, stranger. Quite the nice play you have here. A rather strange area to set up shop, don't you think?" A confident smirk rested on the vampire's face as he stopped just a few meters away from the hermit, who had cautiously stood up.

Her figure was still full beneath that robe, and the ever-lustful man's interest was immediately awoken. With a hand on his hip, he looked her over, not displaying his interest too openly.

"I think it even stranger to walk all the way here unharmed especially in a fancy suit like that. What are you, and what do you want from me?" The smoky voice of the woman was pleasant but clearly filled with suspicion. She removed the hood that was hiding most of her head to reveal long brown hair with some gorgeous gray streaks.

"What I am is mine to keep, and there are many things I would want, especially from a lady like you." The flirtatious attempt was met more with confusion than anything else, but the hermit let out a slight chuckle. A rush of desire ran through Belor because that little amusement only added to her attraction.

"A creature of power of some sort risking life only to flirt with an old woman. You are something else, I see. That can't be your only interest." Feeling no danger coming from the stranger, the lady continued her gardening, at least willing to not send him away. He was quite attractive after all.

"Is it that surprising that a woman like you would have someone trying to court her? You are giving yourself not enough credit. I would know a few people who would risk their lives for a moment with you." Belor walked next to her and watched her work for a moment. "But you are right; getting you into bed isn't the only reason why I am here."

The hermit could feel the very aura of lust sparking from this elusive figure. Sensations of desires rose within her, feelings she hadn't felt for a long time. With cautious movement, the old lady glanced up at him. "Some kind of lust demon, maybe?"

A rare flicker of annoyance sparked in Belor's eyes after being called a demon, but he did not act up. "My darling, a demon would do many awful things I would never even consider. They are vile creatures who deserve nothing but destruction, and anyone even talking with them is a fool."

Just as expected, the words had some effect on the robed figure. It was strange for Belor that she first thought of lust demons when faced with something she didn't understand, as most common folk wouldn't even dare to speak of devilry besides idiots.

"I think a more private conversation would be in order. I would love some tea." Without asking, the young man turned around and walked towards the small hut, leaving behind a stunned lady. It took her some moments to collect herself before she finished up and followed him.

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Sometimes Belor was surprised how far silly confidence got him every time. Maybe his looks also played a role. He looked around the small hut while waiting for the hermit lady to prepare some tea. It was a very frugal interior with the bare necessities. The woman was working in a small cooking area that also served as a workplace for herbal needs. Dried plants hung around the room while bottles and other small containers held plenty of different herbs and tinctures.

The room was of little interest to him, though, and most of his time was spent drinking in the form of this strange woman. Her figure might be hidden beneath the robe, but with every movement the young vampire saw more of her features. She was clearly aware of his hungry gaze but kept up her work."It has been quite a while since anyone has looked at me like that." With a ready kettle, the hermit walked over to the table and put down two cups. After pouring the steaming liquid, she sat on a wonky chair and mustered this stranger for a while. Belor cared little about her suspicion and took a careful sip.

"Delightful. If it has been so long since you had someone appreciate your form, I see it as my duty to give you even more lustful stares. I have been wondering what is hiding beneath that cloth." The polite, innocent smile did not match his words.

"Keep your charms to yourself. You have yet to tell me why you are here." Her words were unsure as her body reacted clearly to this attractive twink. She could feel the heat between her legs as her shaft betrayed her.

"Well, you have yet to tell me your name, and I must say you will not stop me from giving you compliments, my dear." With a gentle clank, the teacup was set down onto the table.

A moment of thought passed before she spoke. "If you need a name, you can call me Tara."

The soft smile turned into a clear smirk as the old lady gave him a fake name. "Ah, hiding your true name, I see. The thought of someone who has dealt with demons before. Very well, Tara. I am Belor."

Slightly upset, Tara took a sip from the tea and glared at him. "You know of true names but are no demon. Then you must be a fae of some sort. That would fit your..." The hermit vaguely motioned at his body with a small blush.

"Enchanting beauty?" With a chuckle, Belor finished her sentence. "I am no fae either, but it is unlikely that you would guess correctly what I am. Celestial would also be a wrong guess because then you would be reduced to a pile of ash for your dealings with devilry right this instance."

"Then what the actual fuck do you want? Yes, I had contact with demons before. Good for you for that deduction." The chair nearly toppled over as the hermit stood up in anger. She was unaware that her glaring only turned the lithe man on even more. "I probably would be struck down by the gods themselves if I were to step into a church."

"Then we already have something in common. Well, of course there is also the attractiveness." With a giggle, the vampire watched as the disarmed woman sat back down again, clearly conflicted by his words mixed with flirting.

"And what is it with this constant flirting? Do you actually want to spend a night with an old woman?" The anger was mostly gone, and she took deep breaths trying to get an understanding of this strange man.

"Is that so foreign to you? Yes, I would love to spend a night of sweaty passion with you. May that be tender or deliciously filthy." Once again annoyance wandered into his visage, but this time for another reason.

"A pretty young thing like you could have most maidens, especially with those words. Why an old hag like me?" Her clear gaze met his with confusion. The idea that a man who looks less than half her age would be interested in her only bewildered the witch.

"Tell me, darling, with how many wrinkles do you no longer deserve to be desired?" Now it was Belor's turn to stand up. He loomed over the old woman with his beautiful face fairly upset. "Is there an age limit to love that I am unaware of?"

"I have given up on being loved a long time ago. A woman like me does not deserve desire or passion, not just because of my age, although the wrinkles do not help." A bitterness swung in her tone that speaks of many reasons besides her looks. She looked up at him with resentment towards herself.

That was the last straw for the young vampire. Without much concern, he took the surprised woman in a deep kiss. His hand grasped the sides of her head with fiery passion as his tongue explored her warm mouth. Tara's eyes widened at the sudden intimacy, but seconds later she molded under these flames and eagerly became an active participant.

Sparking lust that she had given up on long ago drove her to give back the desire. Her tongue danced with his in a tango of pent-up passion. With hands grasping and groping the delightful figure of this stranger, both of them lost themselves in the flames.

With a strength that belied his form, the young man simply lifted her into his arms, and instinctively she locked her legs behind his back without breaking the kiss. Nothing that was happening was refined in any way as Belor sank his hands into the yielding flesh of her delightful behind while holding her up.

The vampire could feel the old lady's searing hot rod burn through all that cloth separating them against his stomach. Already the tip marked the robe with the mature woman's leaking arousal, and her soft tits pressed against his own chest while they were making out like love-crazed teenagers. Despite all her words, Tara completely lost herself in that stoking fire that this mysterious stranger ignited in her.

After minutes of sloppy, wet kissing, Belor moved her over to the table and sat her down. With fiery eyes he separated from her only to start tearing at her robe. It didn't take long to reveal the body of this older lady; barely anything could contain this desire now. Once her beauty was finally freed, the slender man took a step back to drink in her form.

Her body was delightful to witness. Two slightly sagging globes rested on her chest with stiff nipples inviting to be sucked and played with. A slender stomach followed, marked by age but fairly trained. The witch's hips were slightly wider than her chest, with the roundness of her ass just visible from the front. Between her sizeable thighs was that throbbing shaft he had felt. She was roughly his own size with pulsing veins and plenty of excessive pre-cum. Gently resting on the table was a hefty ballsack, which would hang lowly without the furniture as support.

Around her neck was a sight of slight concern. Red streaks and bite marks told a story of sexual abuse, but Belor already knew that those were no ordinary marks, so he heeded them no mind for now.

Under his lustful gaze, Tara slowly worked up a blush while yearning for his touch. "Stop eating me with your eyes and touch me already. Because of you, I am burning with this incredible desire that I haven't felt since being a young gal."

"A work of art needs to be appreciated, darling." Before she could answer, Belor was all over her again. With greedy want, the young man kissed the tender skin on her neck, earning himself lustful moans. Showering this lady with affection would have been enough for him, but the beast inside wanted more.

Slowly his kisses trailed down her wonderful body, paying particular attention to those tits. After a few reverent kisses, he licked and sucked on those stiff nipples. Both sides got the same amount of attention while being groped and squeezed. Once he was thoroughly satisfied with those lovely globes, Belor got on his knees to give her stomach a few affections on the way to the main event.

Finally he arrived at that throbbing dick between her legs. The hefty swollen balls got his love first as the vampire continued the kissing work. Gently he sucked an orb into his hot mouth, slathering it with his tongue. Slender fingers grabbed into the young man's hair as he gave these passionate ministrations to Tara's genitalia. The wonderful scent of this aroused lady filled Belor's mind, almost forgetting that there is more to her than her balls.

Eventually he gave both orbs plenty of affection, making them shine with spit. The eager tongue wandered up her throbbing shaft, licking up the excessive pre-cum that had built up from all the work. Arriving at the tip, the vampire first placed a loving kiss at the swollen crown before wrapping his lips around it. As he slowly sank down towards her base, the man watched the old hermit's facial expression closely.

With a marveling wonder, Tara gazed down at the lustful stranger as he worshipped her with greedy passion. The mature woman's eyes widened while the divine tightness of his throat engulfed her shaft.

"You are no demon, Belor. You are a goddamn angel. Don't stop." A heavy blush and overwhelmed breathing almost stopped her from saying anything at all. Once the vampire's lips met her base, she held him there for a few seconds. Not a single sign of struggle was in his eyes but rather a lustful haze.

As soon as the old lady let go, Belor began sliding up and down her throbbing meat. With a wonderful stretch, he felt that shaft opening his throat, leaking more pre-cum. The mortal woman had astounding stamina because rarely anyone could keep up with his enchanting touch. Maybe because her large balls needed plenty of time to work up an insane load of creamy delight.

Once again, both of her hands gripped into his dark locks, and she gave the young man a questioning look. Belor felt her approaching orgasm and gave the witch a lustful smile and nod. Instead of letting him suck her to the finish line, the old lady wanted to fuck the face of this youth who brought her so much lust.

With a passionate moan, she slammed his face into her crotch to get as deep as possible. Tara could feel that the load that she was building up was going to be massive, maybe more than she ever managed before. Her balls were churning with that potent essence ready to release.

Finally that incredible orgasm rattled through her body. "Take it all, you wicked, wicked man." A feminine groan followed, and the witch flooded his throat with creamy cum. Her hand still in his hair, she held him down to not waste a single drop, unaware that Belor was not going to let that happen anyway.

Buckets upon buckets of cum unleashed from her shaft, and the old lady was right with her assumption. An insane amount of seed pumped through her rod. Belor could feel the virile juice pooling into his stomach, but the usual magic did not settle in right away. Instead, an insane heat suddenly washed through his body, making his eyes not glow purple but white. A cleansing energy, something that the vampire had never felt, pulsed inside of him before the essence got finally absorbed.

Tara could only hold on as her body unleashed all of that pent-up desire from years of her own neglect. The witch did not even realize the glow in his eyes and how it changed from white to its normal purple. Eventually her writhing, sweating body calmed down again, and she let go of this wonderful stranger.

Belor had little time to think about what just happened. With a wet pop, her softening shaft left his mouth, and the vampire kissed her intimate area all over while the old woman gently caressed his hair.

"I don't even know what to say. That was the best blowjob I ever had with the biggest load I ever had, but you drank it all down, you beast." Her chest heaved with exhausted breaths while a deep affection shone in her eyes. Slowly she bent over to plant a tender kiss on the top of the young man's head. "Thank you."

Once he had planted enough kisses on her, Belor finally looked up at this mature beauty with those strange, glowing eyes. The beast was greedily roaring inside of him to ravage this old lady, but with that new energy, he held it down for now. That doesn't mean he wouldn't like another round.

His lips met hers with another hungry kiss, and their bodies molded together. With a cute, surprised yelp from the old hermit, the vampire picked her up again and carried her over to the small bed in the corner of her hut. "Insatiable youth. You are such a greedy boy. I don't think I have another load in me."

Gently he splayed her out on the mattress. The sweaty, exhausted form of the old woman looked even more enticing with her disheveled appearance. With her tits hanging to each side and her spent cock draped over her thigh, the witch made a beautiful picture.

"Call me boy again, my dear, and I will show you what your body is really capable of." A dark edge hung in his voice as the vampire could barely keep the beast contained. "I need just one more load."

Before Tara could protest, she felt a strange energy surging through her. The unfamiliar magic pumped her full of new stamina, and her balls were already working on another deluge of essence. "I guess I can do one more, you gluttonous minx. I was not aware that something like lust magic existed."

"Well, darling, I can teach you many new things. Lay back and enjoy." With a lewd smile and a snap of his fingers, the suit, who had now witnessed plenty of couplings, vanished into thin air, leaving the slender man's gorgeous body fully exposed. The old lady drank in his enchanting form, and her shaft found its way to hardness again.

Belor stepped over her and looked down into her lustful eyes. Slowly he lowered himself over and gave her a wonderful view of his intimacy. With splayed legs, the vampire squatted over this gorgeous lady and then leaned back, supporting himself with his arms. "Let me give you the ride of your life." 

Gently the youth nestled her leaking tip between his firm butt cheeks and teasingly dipped his rosebud against her crown. The motion and sensation drove the old witch wild, and fiery lust rested in her face.

The very moment she opened her mouth to complain, Belor dropped his weight onto her and impaled himself on her shaft. As always, his asshole greedily opened around any invading dick and took the throbbing meat deep inside. The lady's complaining words turned into a delightful moan as the vampire gripped around her, his inner walls embracing her shaft tightly.

Then the youth began his work. Slowly he lifted himself up again only to drop down once more. With every feminine gasp, he increased his speed and soon enough rode her eagerly. Meaty slaps could be heard every time his ass met her hips.

Tara did not let the young man do all the work and met his downward thrusts with her own, which only intensified the lewd sounds. Her searing lust drove her to feats she might have managed as a young woman but not thought possible at her current age. Yet here she was, matching the lust of this alluring stranger.

"What are you doing to me, you greedy bastard? Turning an old lady into a young woman. Fuck, your ass is just too good." Her fingers gripped into his hips mainly to find something to hold onto during this intense coupling. Seeing the young man's own cock flop around, the old witch switched one hand to grasp around the shaft to stroke him in time with those thrusts.

The simple bed moaned and creaked under the heavy assault from above, but little stopped the two lovers from their passionate fuck. Tara's body worked towards another insane orgasm. Everything inside her screamed to overflow this youth with her cum to fill his tight body with her essence. The speed of her thrusts only increased as she gave in to those demands and hammered into this lustful boy over and over again.

"Fuck, you ravenous creature. You want another fat load of cum? Take it, take it all. My creamy seed and all of my desire." Her last words were not spoken but screamed as the peak of this coupling shuddered through her body. With a howl of delight, another flood of essence left her oversized balls and filled this horny beast who had stumbled into her life.

Belor could feel that seed once again filling him. Pump after pump of virile spunk unleashed inside his tight walls. Once again he had more time to enjoy the feeling of this searing liquid as his energy washed over it first. This time Tara witnessed the white glow of his eyes, but in her lust-addled mind, little did the old woman care. Minutes passed until she was done, again this time with even deeper exhaustion.

With shuddering bliss, Belor shook atop this woman while his body worked that lewd magic. Slowly his mind returned from the bliss and gazed down at the witch below him. Her bed was drenched in sweat, and heavy exhaustion rested in her half-open eyes, but that cute little smile on her face was wonderful. 

Gently the vampire eased her softening shaft out of him until he popped out with a vulgar sound. Slowly he slid up next to the overwhelmed woman with a smile. "I think you need a little rest, darling, after such an experience."

A weak nod was the only answer, and the slender beauty cuddled up to the old lady. He could feel her heart beat calming down and her shaky arms pulled him even closer.

"My real name is Tatjana, by the way. Thank you so much for this experience." Her voice was husky, and Belor felt a twinge of affection washing over him. Without another word, the old lady fell into a deep, well-deserved sleep. 

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