Hunter’s love for Futa

Slowly, Belor's hand wandered over the sleeping figure of the old lady next to him. Over the curve of her breasts that slightly hung to the sides of her body, along her smooth stomach, all the way between her legs. The witch's shaft was hard and throbbing, and the young undead wrapped his slender fingers around it. A feminine moan escaped Tatjana's lips as he gently stroked her cock.

With marveling eyes, the vampire watched the silky skin move up and down her rod. A drop of lust had already formed at her engorged crown, and he dipped a finger into the liquid to smear it over the tip. After a quick taste of her pre-cum, Belor continued his lewd ministrations while watching the face of this sleeping beauty.

His work soon came with results as the old woman's eyes started fluttering. Half asleep, a smile formed on her face as she spotted the beautiful figure next to her. "So it was not a dream then."

Her eyes widened in lust and affection as the vampire leaned over her and sealed her lips in a sensual kiss. The fire from yesterday was still smoldering inside of the old lady, but this damn young one really knew how to stoke it. Eagerly she returned the affection, hungry for him.

While joined in this gentle lust, it took a moment for the witch to realize that her cock was rock-hard under the ministration of Belor. With a reluctant moan, she separated from him and stared in disbelief down her body. "You actually gave an old hag morning wood, you naughty brat? How are you doing this?"

A lewd smile rested in his enchanting grimace. "A good musician knows how to play every instrument, no matter its age, darling. Besides, I simply gave a resting libido a gentle push. Your body just remembers."

Belor slowly picked up the pace of his work and watched with amusement how her face contorted in lust. Seeing the old lady work a horny blush was plenty of reward, but the man wanted a bit more.

"I don't recall being this aroused constantly back in the day. This is clearly your doing. Credit where credit is due, Belor." Another lustful gasp stopped her words as his fingertips slowly massaged her slit. At this point she was leaking quite well, and her hefty balls were already working on a substantial load.

"Well, my actions are not completely selfless." After one more gentle kiss to her swollen lips, Belor worked his way down her body, leaving affections along the way. Of course he paid special attention to those heaving breasts, spending most of the time sucking on her nipples.

"Greedy one, aren't you?" His lips left a trail of desire on her body, slowly working to a crescendo as the vampire's lips arrived at her shaft. With slutty expertise, he licked his way up her rod until meeting the tip. A flood of arousal was dripping from her, and the greedy boy sucked it up hungrily.

Once her cock was clean of pre-cum, he descended onto her dick, sinking it into his hot maw. Plenty of noises of desire escaped the old lady as this young man took her deep in one motion. Belor could feel every single heartbeat of hers through those expressive veins. While having this lovely cock all the way to the base inside of him, he watched her lust play on her face.

It took a few moments for Tatjana to relax. The vampire did not want this to be a quick finish, so he waited for her heads up to continue. Once given, he set a gentle pace, going for sensation rather than desire. With his expert tongue, the man gave her shaft all of the worship it deserved.

Sadly enough, the witch did not last much longer, and Belor could feel her orgasm approaching fast. Her weighty ballsack was drawing tight, filled with plenty of delicious cum just for him.

With heavy breath, she grasped into his mane, not to hold him there but to have something to hold onto as her peak washed through her figure. "Fuuuuuck." She couldn't handle so much attention in the morning, and her body shuddered with a groan as her desire unleashed.

Spurt after spurt of searing essence shot from her tip into the thirsting muzzle of the vampire. The aged beauty painted his throat white with her release, once again far more than she expected. Not a single drop escaped his lips as the strange magic took hold again.

White flashed through Belor's light blue eyes until the familiar purple settled in again. Like magic, all of this seed vanished inside of him. Eventually Tatjana was spent with a light sweat, making a breathtaking figure. "You are really something else, honey."

The vampire let her softening shaft slip out of his mouth, and he moved up her body to take the old lady into a gentle embrace. She immediately cuddled up against his enchanting form, pressing her soft curves against his lithe figure. "If you only would have found me sooner."

Many eternities could have passed, and Tatjana would have been unaware of them. A hand rested on his pale chest, exploring every inch of beautiful skin. Her thoughts were elsewhere.

Belor held the aged lady for a second longer before his own hand moved up her chest towards those unsightly marks on her neck. The bruises were clear with their story. Tales of unholy strangulations and bites that could not be older than a few days, but the vampire knew that these were much older.

"The markings of Lerelel, markings of someone who has made a pact with an archdemon. No wonder life escapes the area surrounding your hut." The slender man could feel the old lady tense up at his words. An instinct of danger flushed coldly through her body, but the figure next to her did not make a move.

After a few tense moments, she relaxed again and met his gaze with many different emotions, but Tatjana spotted no judgment or disgust. A heavy exhaustion filled her eyes, and she gripped him closer. "Yes, I am a pactician. I have made dealings with the lady of desire, and I am paying the price. Laugh at me."

Her words had no weight or want behind them, and his lack of response brought tears into her eyes. A shiver of surprise followed as she felt a gentle kiss on her forehead, and then the floodgates opened. With shuddering and wailing, the old woman buried her face in the embrace of this stranger. Decades of shame, disgust, and suffering, all pent up in loneliness, were released in the form of sobbing and salty tears.

Once her body calmed down, the vampire lifted her head to meet his gaze. "Listen here. I do not know why or when you sold your soul. There are many reasons in this world to forget oneself. It does not make the decision any less wrong, but maybe you can tell me why you went astray."

Guilt and shame once again swelled up inside of her, but those beautiful light blue eyes made them stay down. "It was a long time ago when I was still a young herbalist. Young and naive, barely an idea about the world but so sure to know everything there is. It hurts to think about the life I could have had."

With a soft sigh, she cuddled close to his chest again. "There is only one reason to call for Lerelel, and that is for desire. Desire for something that is not yours most of the time. Unlike Merdite, the goddess of love and lust, the domain of her opposite lies in the extreme. Every god has their archdemon that twists their aspects."

Her voice got shaky for a second, and it took her a moment to catch herself. "The target of my desire was a man of my age. A man of the cloth who just happened to be a servant of Merdite. He represented all of her aspects wonderfully. A gorgeous, masculine man with a gentle voice. Plenty of others probably had the same desires as me, but only I went too far."

The memories were heavy on her mind. "He was already taken by another. They were not married yet but were planning to. She was just as gorgeous and wonderful as him. A match made in heaven, so to speak."

A bitter coldness rested in her voice. "I despised her. Every time I saw them together, I could not think of anything else. Every time they touched or showed affection for each other, I could only think of getting rid of this lady. So many negative emotions towards a woman that I did not even know."

Once more she met his gaze with a much stronger voice than before. "Demons feast on such negativity. That is why I heard a voice in my dreams. A voice that promised me to fulfill all of my desires and wishes. It promised to bring the man into my embrace. I only needed to accept. At first I ignored those dreams, but my envy only grew, so eventually I made the mistake and agreed."

"A few days later the woman that I hated so much died. A tragic accident in the eyes of many, but I knew that I was at fault. The worst thing about it was that I genuinely felt happy. I felt happy that I ripped someone's love away only to have a chance myself. I am an absolute monster." No tears followed those words but sad defeat.

"I met up with him. Used his suffering that I caused to seduce him like a succubus, and he actually fell for me. I could not have been happier. The man that I desired so much wanted me as well. It was probably just the need for any kind of affection after his loss." A slow fear and disgust filled her eyes again.

"We slept together. At first I was in absolute heaven because all of my dreams came true. No, he was even better than my dreams. I let down my guard in his amazing arms, so I couldn't react in time as his fingers gripped around my neck. I vividly remember the insane disgust on his face at that very moment." The old lady started shaking from the memories, and Belor gripped her tighter in his arms until she calmed down.

"I still don't know if his goddess or the archdemon told him about my treachery. The demon must have had his hands in the game, though, because what he did was a mortal sin for any worshipper of Merdite. He took me. Raped me and used me for his own pleasure. I have dreamed of this night so often now, how the man who I loved was forced to sin by my hands. All of these negative emotions must have been a feast for Lerelel." Once more her eyes grew dark.

"I killed him afterwards with my magic. Instead of trying to fix the problem to save both of our souls, I simply killed him and ran from my mistakes, but once I made the deal with the archdemon, my life was already forfeit." Tatjana felt like a weight had left her soul now that her story was finished. She could not really read the man next to her and what he thought of her story.

"Misery and suffering followed your every step afterwards. It is the same with every pact. You became a beacon for demons and corruption, and once you realized that, you fled into the wilderness." Belor did not need to hear her validate his statement because she, simple enough, sighed with tired eyes.

"The corruption still exists, darling. It is currently sapping the life away around your hut and spreading into the forest. I was sent by the nearby morph tribe to stop this if you are curious why I am here." Gently he played with the witch's hair while many emotions swirled inside of the young vampire.

"The best way would be to kill me then. If you send me away, it will just start anew somewhere else." The old lady had already thought about her death many times but was never ready to finish it on her own. With determination she took in the young man's form, who had brought her so much pleasure and happiness. "I am ready to die. I do not want to make anyone suffer anymore. Kill me."

Her determined look was met with a puzzled expression. "Do you think I would listen to your story and then just kill you, my dear? I do not intend to harm or waste such a wonderful woman like you. You made plenty of mistakes in your past, but now I just see a woman who is suffering with regret. Besides, killing you would just bring you eternal suffering in hell, so dying should be hardly what you want."

Confusion rested in her face as the old woman pushed herself up on her arms. "Then what am I supposed to do? I tried many ways to break this pact, but nothing worked. A master exorcist might help, but which servant of the gods would be willing to help a sinner like me?"

"That is true. We can hardly expect help from priests. I should probably be the last person to ask for such a thing anyway." With a grin he looked at Tatjana, whose expression slowly shifted to thoughtfulness. "But I might know a person who could help us."

She gave him an amused sigh and once again sank into his embrace. "Us? Who and what are you, Belor? You stumble into my life, make me feel emotions that I have long buried, and now even help me out without expecting anything in return. I still can't believe that this is not a dream."

Belor gave this stranger that he just met a day ago a gentle kiss on her head. "Well, if you would ask my mother, she would probably describe me as a fool with a big heart."

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Silence filled the cathedral as Sylvia started her sermon. Words of divinity and faith echoed through the stone columns as the crowd listened reverently. Statues and depictions of Abol watched the gathering, not as a suffering man but as the figure leading the pantheon, the way it should be.

The ancient vampiress knew that this was nothing but a dream. It would take decades and centuries to cleanse his broken name if it even was possible to do. But that didn't stop her fervor in the slightest, and she continued her words of devotion. A silly dream to see herself as the abbess of such a religion, even her attire was completely unfitting.

Like a chaste nun, she was clad head to toe in black cloth. Barely any of her smooth, pale skin was visible under the habit, yet an eternal beauty like hers could not be contained. The cloth around her chest was stretched enticingly from the swell of her breasts, and the whole outfit was a tad bit too tight for the chastity it stands for. Her womanly hips and ass were clearly visible through the garments, and with every movement, there was a delicious hint of the bulge of her magnificent shaft.

For some, the sorceress was even more alluring, hidden beneath the fabric. One's imagination could run wild with so much enchanting beauty, driving the minds of lesser mortals wild.

Suddenly the figures in front of her that followed her words in prayer started shifting and dissolving. Like magic, they started vanishing into thin air as the interior of the cathedral slowly became far more real. Gone was the dreamlike veil that made the scene more appealing, but Sylvia knew the meaning behind this.

"It has been a while since you visited me in my dreams, boy. I assume you have good reasons for your intrusion." There was no hint of anger in her words, and the amused smile on her face took most of the weight from her voice. The ancient vampiress turned towards her beautiful son, who walked down the aisle towards the altar.

As Sylvia spotted his serious expression, her smile faded for a moment. With a jump through the shadow, the concerned woman took her boy into her erotic embrace. "Here I thought you just missed me, but there is clearly something heavy on your mind. Tell me everything, darling."

For a few moments, Belor just enjoyed the feeling of the loving but also enticing embrace. He sank his face into the yielding flesh of her chest and took a deep breath of her scent. A slight giggle escaped the sorceress, and she could feel his fingers digging into her cheeks as the young vampire pulled her closer. "It can't be that bad then."

"Mother, do you know how to break a pact with an archdemon?" His face lifted from her bosom and met the intense gaze of her dark eyes. Curious surprise covered the vampiress' features, and she gently caressed her boy's hair.

"What a question to ask, honey. I will give you the benefit of the doubt that you are not being a silly boy who has made a terrible mistake. Is it for a pretty lady?" He buried his face in her cleavage again and rubbed himself against the clothed breasts. "Why am I even asking?"

After a moment of thought, a sigh escaped Sylvia. "The same thing every time, Belor. I warned you plenty of times that you are too affectionate with mortals. The weight of their mistakes must not be your own, my precious boy." A soft gasp escaped her as the young man pulled her even closer against his enchanting form, which had an immediate effect on her rising arousal. "But I am also aware that you are a stubborn one."

A quick kiss onto his head followed. "A pact is something quite powerful because it is made with agreement from both sides. When a soul is sold, there is little anyone else can do about it, my dear. Divine intervention would be the first thing that comes to mind, but our kind is hated by the gods, so that won't be an option."

Her gaze wandered towards one of the statues of Abol that filled the halls around her dream cathedral. "Another option would be a priest of high alignment. With enough cleansing power, a pact could be eroded until it breaks completely, but that takes plenty of effort and penance, and even then it is not a hundred percent sure. But once again this also requires a divine influence."

Sylvia stopped caressing the young man and looked down at his defeated face. "I am sorry, darling. This is beyond my capabilities. I have lived for centuries on end, but a pactician freeing themselves from their shackles is something that even I have only witnessed a handful of times."

Seeing her lovely son like this caused an ache in her dark heart, and the long-lived lady's hug turned more loving. Silence filled the halls of the cathedral as Belor thought about the problem at hand. Everything inside of him wanted to help Tatjana out of her misery but if even his powerful mother had no way out of this the situation felt truly hopeless.

As the slender vampire continued enjoying his sire's embrace, he realized that she was actually no longer looking at him. Her gaze was cast into the distance while she was lost in thought. "Is everything alright, mother?"

"How much do you desire to help this person?" Sylvia did not even look down at her boy as she continued her own thoughts. There was clearly something on her mind that the ancient vampiress was unwilling to tell.

"Far more than I should. She is a wonderful woman who made many mistakes in her past. Her regret hurt me deeply, and I think she deserves to be freed of her shackles." His words were painfully honest because Tatjana had struck his empathy with her story.

"Then bind her to yourself. If you truly want to help this lady replace her shackles with your own." Belor gazed at her with wonder. His mother knew that he had never ghouled or sired anybody in his life, not only because of his special magic but also because the vampire hated the thought of taking someone's freedom away.

"That seems very far-fetched. Are you sure that would help?" The blood bonds of vampires differed immensely from most magic and were still unexplored, but the idea that it could break the powers of an archdemon sounded silly.

"Do you want to lose her soul to torment for eternity, or do you want to offer her a life with you? I admit that it is only an idea, but I think there is a possibility that you could free her that way. Trust me." Sylvia finally looked at him again with a soft smile.

Uncertainty was still on Belor's mind, but the wish to set Tatjana free overshadowed these thoughts. The young vampire threw himself into the arms of his mother and sealed his lips with hers in a sensual but lustful kiss as a thanks. "Thank you, mother."

Quickly the sorceress caught herself and returned the affections with the usual desire. With heavy arousal, she turned the simple kiss into an extended ordeal hungry for her son. Her slender arms were wrapped around him as she lifted him off his feet.

Playfully, Belor acted like he wanted to escape from her love, much to the vampiress's delight. "If you think you can fire me up with your presence like this and just run away, you are mistaken, my little delinquent. It has been a few days since you have been gone, and I am in need." 

 With a lustful giggle, he leaned into her fiery kisses on his pale skin as she carried him over to the altar. "I thought you wanted to use my maids to still your desires. How are the girls doing anyway?"

"Oh honey, you know as much as I do how much you stoke the flames of lust in someone. I had my fun with those mortals, but it barely dealt with this incredible need you create." Sylvia sat him down and continued tasting his enchanting figure. With a thought, the lithe man was completely naked in front of her. "The same is true for them, actually. They might still have their pleasure for flesh with each other and me, but you absolutely bewitched them, darling. They yearn for your touch."

A wicked grin rested on her perfect face as she locked eyes with Belor. "Besides, I think there is far more than lust going on between you and those mortals, my precious boy. You are a drug in many ways, but I guess you feel the same way towards them even if you have not told them yet."

The beautiful blush on the young vampire's face only widened her grin. Gently she laid her son across the altar and walked around the stone until her erotic figure loomed over his head. Half of her face was hidden by those wonderful tits of hers from his point of view, and with another thought, the ancient vampiress was naked as well.

Belor drank in the sight of his gorgeous mother, truly a body made for sin. The scent of her arousal filled his nose, and lust was mirrored in their eyes. A delightful moan escaped him as that magnificent cock blocked his sight. Playfully Sylvia slapped his face with her throbbing shaft and pulled away again every time he tried to catch that engorged tip with his mouth. The cute pout of this wonderful boy only heightened the fire.

"Soon, darling. We are still in my dream, and there is something else I want to do that I cannot do in the real world." Her hungry gaze locked onto that hard cock between his pale thighs. The gorgeous shaft stood upright while his figure was sprawling over the altar. Like a predator, she moved over his body until she was face to face with her son's dick.

Her own rod hung over the young man's face, and she could do nothing to stop his greedy maw now. Belor rolled his eyes in pleasure as the fat cock of his sire filled his mouth. Like a calf, he suckled on that hot meat, greedy for all that delicious milk waiting for him. Slender fingers sank into her sizeable buttcheeks as the young vampire took her deeper and deeper.

Sylvia needed a moment to handle the sinful fire of her wonderful son as he sucked and licked all over her shaft. Her attention drifted towards his own hard arousal. "By the gods, it has been so long since I had the pleasure to do this, darling. Your cock is beautiful."

Belor felt the heat of her breath wash over his shaft as the sensual lips sealed around his meat. Like a delicious treat, his mother took her time to enjoy the taste and form of his dick. Inch after inch disappeared until the vampiress made it all the way to the base, causing both of the two to let out muffled moans.

The lustful thoughts of the ancient vampiress also had an effect on her dreams. Slowly the cold stone gave way to more warm colors. Pink and red dominated the scenery while soft pillows could be found in every corner. Sweet scents filled the air, and the statues of Abol were replaced by the alluring figure of a certain goddess of love and fertility. Still a place of faith but with many different aspects.

Meanwhile, the two lovers continued to service each other with deep pleasure. Sylvia could not quite match the skill of her son because he clearly had much more experience with cocks, but that did not stop her passionate effort. The wet noises of sucking and slurping filled the pleasure hall as both took and shared their lust.

Belor's mind had little thought of the changing environment as he took that wonderful, throbbing meat deep into his throat. The hefty ballsack impaired his vision as he made love to her cock. Every ridge and vein got his tongue's attention as he worked that familiar rod all over.

But his mother's work also affected him. The delightful feeling of her warm mouth engulfing his shaft nearly made him lose focus on his own treat, and the soft breasts molding against his stomach didn't help much either. He could also feel her gentle fingers playing with his balls in this intimate play.

They could have gone on for much longer, as this was a dream, not reality, but eventually their peak was met. At the same time, their efforts picked up, turning a sensual sucking more sloppy and primal. With vulgar gurgling sounds, they raced each other only to meet together at the very top.

Belor felt the familiar shuddering of his mother as her cock released plenty of delicious essence inside of me. Sylvia also had plenty of seed to swallow, and she made sure to not waste a single drop. A bit of sadness filled her mind as this was not real, and she probably never would have the chance to taste her son's cum; too great was the risk.

Eventually she collapsed on top of him with all of her erotic weight pressing him down onto the altar. With stilled desires, the vampiress gave some more sensual affections to this gorgeous dick. "Such a shame that I cannot have you like this more often."

Finally Sylvia rolled off of him and met his lustful gaze. "Like I said, there is no guarantee that binding her will solve the problem, but it is the best chance you have, my little fool. I hope that you will come back soon to your manor not just for my sake but also for those little mortals who love you so much."

With a lingering smile, Belor gave her thigh another kiss before his beautiful form vanished into thin air. Once again alone in her dream, the sorceress took a look around the changed cathedral. Her gaze locked onto the perfect face of the statue that was the centerpiece of this hall. Merdite looked down at the vampiress almost affectionately. "Of course you have plenty to smile about."

A sigh escaped Sylvia as the room changed again back to her former dream. She knew that vampiric blood could do little against a demonic pact no matter how powerful it is. It was something else that assured her that the young vampire could break those binds, which would also earn him the anger of an archdemon.

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The small hut was still the very same before Belor had fallen asleep. Tatjana was watching him nervously from her chair, the tea next to her untouched. Her eyes lit up when he moved again. Slowly, the lithe man met her gaze and settled himself next to her. A few moments of silence passed before he began to speak.

Belor had lost count of how often he had this talk with a mortal. It was always difficult to explain his world that exists in the shadows, but the undead knew that explaining everything was necessary. Of course there was also the awkward talk about his unique desires, but the old lady listened carefully and curiously, taking it all in. 

Eventually the young vampire arrived at the topic of ghouls and laid out everything that will happen to her once she decides to enter this world. Even though he was surprised by her quick answer, he also understood her point of view and desperation.

"I'll do it. Turn me into one of your ghouls, please." Her voice was strong and sure about this decision, and the same determination from before rested in her eyes. "If there is any chance to break my pact, I am willing to do everything, even if it means serving you."

A soft sigh escaped the young man, and he looked at her defensively. "Are you really sure about this? Once you become my servant, there is no turning back. Your life will be bound to me, and you will need me to live on. An unsightly chain."

With confusion, the witch took his slender hands in hers. Tatjana was about to ask him why he would even suggest this path if he was so reluctant to do it, but she finally understood. "Do not worry, honey. It is not your words or magic that pushed me towards this. I have led a life of misery and suffering for me and the people around me. This is my decision."

His insecurities were washed away by her reassuring words, and Belor gave her a smile. "Very well."

"So how exactly does this work? You said that I had to take in your essence or something." The old lady took the offered hand to stand up. As the young vampire pulled her towards the bed, a lustful glint of understanding settled into her eyes. "Ah, I see."

Gently he helped her to lie down onto the bed. Despite her words, the slight nervousness was visible in her face as the witch got naked. Belor watched as Tatjana once again revealed her amazing aged body. His eyes wandered over these slightly sagging globes and her soft stomach. With straining arousal, the old lady's shaft was already hard, and the lithe boy would have loved to suck her again, but it was a different goal he had in mind this day.

Once she had rested on her back, relishing his hungry gaze, Tatjana waited for him to move. Carefully he spread her legs until she was laid out in front of him in all her glory. With leisure movements, Belor moved over her until their faces were inches apart. Their hot breath mixed before he softly took her in a sensual kiss. The older woman felt his silky tongue enter her mouth and felt her heart flutter for a second.

After a few kisses to her heaving breasts, the young man moved back down again. Her hard shaft also got some loving attention along the way. Eventually, Belor had his fill of her, and he descended between her legs. Admiringly, his fingers sank into the yielding flesh of her ass cheeks until her tight pucker was exposed to the air. With anticipation, that little hole twitched and fluttered, soon to be stretched apart.

Eagerly, his hot tongue touched that flexing muscle and slowly worked its way around it, preparing her hole for what was to come. A rising moan came from her lips as the velvety tongue pushed its way inside of her, loosening her up. Under such expert attention, her ring relaxed and opened up with ease.

Her breathing accelerated as Belor began tongue-fucking her pucker, stretching her wider and wider. More lust sparked inside of him from her taste, and greedily his wet organ explored that clenching heat. Tatjana grabbed her own tits and squeezed them as this wonderful man picked up the pace. "I appreciate your lustful preparation, but I really want your cock right now."

A slight giggle escaped the young vampire as his mind snapped back from the horny haze. He could lick and suck this woman for hours, listening to the moans and gasps of his work, but there was something else to do. Reluctantly he removed his tongue from her hole and moved into position. Her legs were still spread as he kneeled down in front of her.

Belor's cock was hard and ready, hungry to stretch her rosebud. Instinctively her pucker clenched as the engorged tip gently prodded for entrance into her. A slender hand on her own cock made her relax again, and the young vampire continued easing his shaft inside of the old lady.

Her body gripped onto him all the way, and the young one watched with delight as Tatjana's eyes rolled back in pleasure. A wanton moan escaped her lips. "By the gods, that feels amazing."

Once his hip met the curve of her ass, Belor took a moment to enjoy the vice grip of her asshole and the searing heat of her insides. As always, that raging beast in his mind howled in lust. It screamed to ravage and plunder this woman, to fuck her with all of his vampiric prowess, but an iron will suppressed such dangerous thoughts for now.

What this lady needed, no, she deserved, was a sensual, passionate fuck that would leave her breathless. Belor wanted Tatjana to feel pleasure like never before, so his hips started with a slow rhythm. Besides, a woman of her age could get hurt from a wild rutting without magic, and that would be the last thing that he wanted.

The lewd sound of this loving coupling filled the small hut. With lustful gasps, the witch answered every single thrust and accented the perverse sound of flesh meeting flesh. Her reddened face was a gorgeous sight that spurred him on to increase the pace.

More frequently, his body met hers as the fucking grew more intense; still, her tight pucker gripped onto his shaft, trying to hold him in as much as possible. A lewd grin rested on Belor's face. "Your asshole is really holding onto me. I can barely pull out, darling."

A feminine giggle followed his words that would turn any man or woman into a lustful beast. "I guess my body knows a good man when it feels one. I will not deny it; everything inside of me yearns for your touch. You have ignited a fire inside of me, Belor, and now you are feeding it more and more."

Once more the young vampire loomed over her, and his hot exhalation made the old lady shiver. The hunger growing in his eyes was delicious, and she could feel his thrusts getting stronger. "The way you treat me feels absolutely divine. Fuck me. Give me all of your desire. I know your heart is full of passion and lust. Share your world with me, you wonderful boy."

Especially the last word caused a wildfire of craving inside the horny man. The beast was thrashing against the cage, still held down, but a bit of prowess was leaking out. Slowly he moved his head next to hers and whispered hotly into her ear. "I hope you know what you are doing to me, old lady. I am going to bring you pleasures that are beyond a mortal mind."

After Tatjana gave him a nod of approval, she suddenly felt that lustful energy that always emanated from his enchanting figure seep into her. A vigor that she had never felt before washed through her body as Belor prepared her. Gently his arms wrapped around her shuddering form until the old woman was pressed tightly against his body.

And then the beast took over. With vulgar sounds, his body hammered into her over and over again. Screams of desire and pleasure escaped the witch as Belor gave her a fucking of supernatural qualities. She was secure in his arms while his shaft plundered her insides. All of the passion and desire the young vampire could rarely use were set free completely, almost breaking her mind.

Despite the wild rutting, he still had the precision to hit her prostate over and over again. Even the beast wanted the old lady to feel pleasure. His teeth sank into her neck almost drawing blood, but luckily the man had some self-control left. The bed below them moaned and creaked under such heavy assaults, and it didn't take long for the wood to break.

Her arms and legs were wrapped around his body as Belor thrust deep into her asshole. Tatjana's thoughts were blank, her nerve endings overwhelmed with lust. It wasn't the fucking alone that made her feel that way. The potent magic of this lustful vampire began making its way into her mind. It almost felt like her arcane vessel was being fucked by his. An experience she never even thought possible.

The witch's senses were overstimulated as his fucking went beyond just physical and also penetrated her magically. As their energy connected, Tatjana's eyes took on the same purple glow that once again sparked within the vampire. All of the emotions that he felt washed over her, all of the lust that was burning inside of him. Her mind couldn't even fathom that searing desire that burned so intensely.

But one emotion completely dominated all others: love. The bright, hot love shattered any chains that were holding her down. Any dark fetters broke to pieces by this insane desire, and Tatjana wondered for a second if anything about this was even remotely vampiric.

Her thoughts snapped back to reality as Belor set his lust towards the final chase. The old lady has not even realized that this man has fucked her all over the floor of her hut. Suddenly a shiver ran through his body, and his hard cock throbbed inside her tight heat. With a roar that almost sounded animalistic, the vampire unleashed his essence.

Like burning lava, his cum flooded her body. The sensation of this potent seed immediately left her breathless. A scream escaped her but was quickly silenced by his hungry lips. More and more of his love filled her until her form could not hold it in any longer. It managed to seep through the tight ring of her asshole that was clenching around his hard shaft, creating a filthy mess on the already destroyed ground.

Belor's mind has once again taken control and watched the effect of his semen on the old lady. He held her close as her mortal form got overwhelmed, but something else happened that he had not expected. The familiar purple glow that now filled her eyes was suddenly overwhelmed by a bright white. With dominant intensity, it started washing through her figure, easily destroying any mark or pact that shackled her.

The marks around her neck vanished with ease, leaving behind smooth skin. Her skin grew more pale from his energy taking on the same magical quality of his own. His arms were still wrapped around her as he could do nothing but watch until this strange transformation was finally over, wondering what he had done.

Eventually her form went slack, but her breathing was smooth. The heavy fear fell off Belor's heart, and he gently laid her down on the tattered mattress. No sign of the pact was left on the old lady's skin, but she also was different from before. Her sleeping figure was still just as beautiful, but an alluring aura emitted from her, not too different from his own. The only thing he could do for now was hold her in his embrace until she awoke again.

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A searing pain burned in Lerelel's mind all of a sudden. The demon held her head in frustration, trying to understand where this problem came from. It took a moment to locate the chain that caused the burning. Bright light had eroded the dark metal, and with a painful snap, it broke apart. The image of an enchanting man overwhelmed her mind before all of the pain vanished again. Hot, bright fury filled her at such insolence. 

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 Once again, Belor was looking over the sleeping form of the aged beauty next to him. This time, however, his face was not just filled with lustful admiration but also concern about her transformation. Much paler than before, the old woman rested on the broken bed with a peaceful expression on her face. Her neck looked much better without the marks of abuse.

Eventually Tatjana's senses returned to her, and with confusion she slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she looked at was the worried face of the young man next to her, and carefully the older lady extended a hand to gently caress his light cheek. "I feel like I just awoke from a terrible nightmare to a wonderful, beautiful dream. A glimpse of light has broken through the darkness that has shackled me for so long."

Pure admiration was glowing from her as everything in the witch's body pulled her towards this gorgeous figure. It was not just lust or love but something strong and arcane. Not a chain but rather a string of connection towards someone she had known her whole life. "Did it work, sweetheart? I do not feel my body eroding any longer. No longer do I feel that terrible ache of failure and corruption."

The young vampire returned her gesture, marveling at her complexion that was quite similar to his own. His hand wandered lower towards her neck and, with affection, touched the now smooth skin. "It hurts a lot less to look at you now that I no longer see a woman in manacles."

Excitement sparked in her eyes, and the old woman jumped to her feet with ease, something that a lady of her age clearly should not be able to do. Unaware of the destruction in her home, she rummaged through her belongings until she found a small mirror with cracks. With disbelief she looked at her pale skin, especially on her neck. "It's gone!"

Tears began swelling in her eyes as the weight of a lifetime dropped from her shoulders. A whimper of delight shuddered through her body, and no words left her lips; she was too stunned by this sudden change in her life. The warm body of the man who now felt incredibly familiar molded against her back, and his arms wrapped around her body.

"It seems that it worked, darling. There is no demonic corruption left." Belor's words had as much delight as they had confusion. Even with his lacking knowledge of demon pacts, he had never heard of such a clean and quick disconnect. Apparently the vampiric bonds did something that only divine intervention was capable of.

He had little time to think about this fact as Tatjana threw herself into his arms and sealed his lips with thanks and affection. Hungrily she kissed him, and her slightly sagging breasts molded against his chest. Instinctively, Belor mirrored this desire and returned the messy kiss and embrace.

Minutes passed in this blissful connection until the witch finally let go of him. "Thank you. I do not know how to repay you for this. Hope was lost to me so long ago, but now." It took a few seconds for her to find the right words to express her emotions. "This debt can never be repaid. I owe you my life and soul. Now and forever."

It is rare for the social vampire to lack words of his own, but he was just happy to see her so delighted. Instead he showed his excitement, as he always did, by taking her in another kiss. A growing lust sparked inside of him from being so deeply connected with this beautiful woman. Her stiff cock, pressing together with his own, reflected the same desire.

With a reluctant effort, they disconnected again to look in each other's eyes. Pure lust was mirrored in them. A sinful giggle escaped her lips as the old woman felt the rising heat in her body. "I must admit, I am unbelievably horny right now. I have never felt such a need before."

Belor returned her amused smirk and put their heads together for a moment. "Welcome to my world, darling. Now that our essence is connected, you will always feel a weak echo of my emotions no matter what they are. I am afraid that this horniness will not go away even after a thousand times together, but at least it will be milder."

"Well then, let's make use of this desire for now." Her hands found their way to his firm butt cheeks, and after a moment of enjoying those delightful orbs, the old woman lifted him up with her newfound strength, and his arms wrapped around her shoulders. Their cocks were pressed together by their bodies, and with slow movement, the witch caused some delightful friction.

"I must admit you are far lighter than you look. You barely weigh anything in my arms." Her breath was hot but not too heavy as she made their dicks rub against each other. The feeling was much more intense than before, and a sigh of bliss escaped the older lady. Probably also an effect of her transformation.

"Well, my dear, a human body is capable of astounding feats if you are not restrained by pain. You also no longer need to care about aging in any way. Your bod will stay in this gorgeous form." One of Belor's hands found its way to wrap around both shafts to add even more friction to the intense coupling. They were leaking plenty of pre-cum all over their lower bodies as they stoked the flames ever higher.

"Fuck, I need to be inside of you again, sweetheart. My body is aching for that wonderful tightness." Tatjana barely managed to get those words out in her intense lust. Her motions stopped for a second to lift him higher in her arms until her shaft was freed and resting beneath his butt cheeks. A slight smile sparked on her lips as the young vampire used his now free hand to position the tip of her engorged shaft against his quivering asshole.

With absolute bliss on her face, the old woman sunk her cock into his tight pucker, which happily yielded against her push. Belor's body perfectly molded around her length and accepted her inside. His inner walls began massaging her shaft without a single stroke from the older lady.

Once she pushed him down all the way to the base, her eyes that had closed in the sensation opened again to look at his own light-blue orbs. Deep satisfaction could be read in them, and without much thought, Tatjana kissed him deeply once more. This incredible connection was a bit too much for her mind, but luckily her body easily followed the instincts and started fucking him in a slow rhythm.

Both of their moans were muffled by the intense kiss as their tongues danced with each other. One moment they tickled and played; the other, they deeply explored the mouth of their lover. The hands of the young vampire were grasping the soft mane of her hair and locked her into this kiss just like his legs were locked around her hips.

Driven by lust, Tatjana picked up speed, and her thrusts made his body quiver every time. She happily was using this new strength to slam her desire into him, but the vampire easily took everything. Belor could feel that wonderful cock stretching his insides over and over again, exploring every nook and cranny as he bounced up and down.

The feeling of her tits pressing against his chest was a nice addition to this position. He could feel her hard nipples poking against his own, adding more lust with the friction.

With meaty slaps, their forms bounced against each other, and the lewd sound was filling the small hut. The heat between their bodies was incredible, and their intense kiss has long turned sloppy. An absolute mess was building between their forms as the spit mixed together with Belor's leaking pre-cum and dropped onto Tatjana's shaft that kept plundering his hole.

The old witch could feel her body heating up even more, and her low-hanging balls drew closer towards her body as they were working up a deluge of creamy essence. Her thrusts turned even harder and more primal as she felt that explosive orgasm in the back of her mind growing stronger, and with inhuman prowess, she rutted into him. Not once did their lips separate even under such intense fucking.

No words needed to be shared because Belor was aware of her every thought and the arriving peak. The vulgar noise of their coupling grew louder and faster, but the vampire did not let go of her head and lips. With a scream of insane pleasure, Tatjana reached her first orgasm of the day.

With pulsing heat, her body pumped a flood of essence into that greedy man. Spurt after spurt of creamy seed left her balls to fill her new master to the brim and beyond. The coupling did not get any more messy because the vampire's magic sparked to life.

No flash of white was seen this time as Tatjana was already cleansed of any corruption, but the usual purple came with a light glow. The exchange of magic was, sadly enough, very weak because the old woman already shared the same essence, but the Belor's body sucked it up greedily nonetheless.

Once she was finally spent, her body did not grow weak at all from exhaustion. The witch felt a spark of power as her master gave her some more energy. Her cock didn't even get soft but rather remained fully hard inside of him even after such an intense orgasm.

With a wet, vulgar sound, their mouths finally separated, their kiss almost as intense as the fucking itself. Lust and adoration filled Tatjana's eyes, and she looked at his enchanting face all over. "I assume that you are not happy with just one round, honey."

The witch did not need an answer because a familiar lewd grin rested on his face. "I did not expect anything else." Still in her arms, she carried him towards the broken bed with an amused look around her destroyed home. "Care to tell me what happened with my hut?"

An innocent shrug followed the question. "Vampire fucking."

Tatjana laughed in delight at the simple answer and gave this lustful man another quick kiss. She gently laid him down on the tattered mattress without leaving his tight hole. "I guess I won't be living here anymore anyway. I am addicted to you, sweetheart, and I don't think it is just because I am your eternal servant now."

With a happy giggle, Belor pushed back up against her form as the old woman loomed over him. He took a moment to grope those lovely, hanging tits, which earned him a feminine moan. "Of course not. You will be living in my manor from now on. I can't wait to introduce you to my other servants. You will love those young girls."

Her eyes rested for a moment as the witch simply enjoyed the feeling of his hands on her breasts and the tight squeeze of his asshole. "A manor, you say? A simple herbalist like me in a noble's mansion. That sounds lovely but slightly above my social ranking, my lord." The amused sound was clear in her words.

The giggling vampire happily went along with her play. With a regal gaze he watched the beautiful old woman all over. "My kindness knows no bounds, my servant. I will give you a room with a big bed for all kinds of fun and dress you in the flimsiest attire that easily can be ripped off."

"Oh my, your lordship, what naughty words for a simple girl like me." Tatjana rolled her hips against his for a moment to stir his insides with her hard shaft. A pleased moan escaped the young man at the motion, and the old lady smirked down in amusement, which made her slightly wrinkled face even more beautiful. "Does your grace desire another proper fucking?"

Before Belor could even answer, she grasped his thighs and pushed them upwards and then downwards. The young vampire's body bent until his ass was lifted towards her. Nearly upside down, he was helpless under her weight, with his legs now pushed down next to his head, giving the old lady a perfect position to pound into him. "You are lucky that I am so flexible. Go ahead, darling. Give me your love."

Tatjana gazed down at this horny man with lust and love in her eyes. Once she was comfortable, the old woman started bouncing her hips up and down on his delightful behind. Her throbbing shaft reached even deeper in this position, hitting all the right spots inside of him. With lewd sounds, their bodies met, and her sagging balls slapped against his ass.

The vampire's own cock was leaking even more pre-cum onto his chest while the older lady went wild on his form. With lustful need, she pounded into him, and Belor could see the insane pleasure on her face. Luckily the bed below them was already in shambles, as it would have not stood a chance against this intense thrusting.

Despite getting his guts rearranged in this breeding position, the young man reached up towards her. Tatjana let out a surprised gasp as she felt his gentle yet strong hands on her cheeks as he forced her to lock eyes with him. The sheer intensity of seeing every drop of pleasure on his beautiful face made her speed up her pace, and she bounced like a woman gone mad on top of him.

"Belor." A haze of lust clouded her mind as her rhythm got harder and faster. The incredible need inside of her only grew stronger as she was plundering his tight heat. Every fiber of the old woman's body pulled her closer towards this gorgeous figure. "Master."

A roar of blind lust built up inside of the slender lady, and she hammered into his greedy hole. Any mortal man would bruise under such a ministration, but Belor relished in it. Every time her hips pounded against his firm ass, he gave her a lustful whimper. Every time her weighty balls slapped against his cheeks, a spark of lust raked through their bodies.

"I desire you. I need you, you wonderful drug." Every word was followed after a deep breath as her thoughts melted into a singular thing: fucking her master. Tatjana could once more feel the very edge of bliss approaching. The climb towards a wonderful peak that she would be doing so often now.

This load was even more ridiculous than the last; both of them could feel it. With this avalanche of desire finding its final destination, her hips became a blur. The vulgar sound of this passionate fucking reached its finale, and with a that-built-up roar, the floodgates opened.

A deluge of essence escaped her into this hungry vampire, and her body worked overtime to feed him. The old lady could feel the sheer amount of creamy cum making its way through her shaft, yet she could not hold still. With a messy desire, Tatjana continued fucking him erratically, and her uncontrolled lust accidentally made her shaft slip out of his tight pucker.

Instead the old woman let go of his legs and grasped her throbbing erection to shower her master in her potent spunk. Spurt after spurt of love covered his enchanting form until her orgasm finally found its end. She did not have much time to enjoy the beautiful mess she made because his magic was already at work absorbing her essence.

This time there was no second wind going through her body, and she simply collapsed into his waiting arms. While shuddering in exhaustion, the old lady could feel the many kisses of Belor covering her face and neck. Instinctively she held onto his figure and cuddled against his chest. Once more they were sealed in a loving embrace.

Within this warm connection, Tatjana found peace again, and a satisfied sigh escaped her. The vampire caressed her hair for a while as the old lady enjoyed the afterglow. His hard shaft was still pressing against her soft stomach, something that took a second for her to realize. Slowly her gaze wandered up to his lewd grin.

"Are you hungry, my darling? I think I haven't fed you today." She could feel her own smile building at his words. Another surge of energy rushed through her veins. A happy giggle escaped her as the vampire pushed her off of him, but he quickly landed on her back.

The hard shaft that she felt against her stomach was now nestling between her squishy buttcheeks. Cutely she wiggled her hips to make his cock bounce, which the young man answered with a lustful growl. Once he had enough of her playing, his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass to hold her still.

Before she could complain, Belor squished them together to create a divine valley for his leaking cock and began slowly sliding his shaft along the cleft of her behind. He made sure that her tight asshole felt every vein and ridge of his cock and was nicely lubricated by his arousal.

With a lustful fire he spread those cheeks apart until her tight rosebud was fully exposed. His engorged crown gently kissed her hole at first, asking for entrance but not for long. The ring happily yielded under the pressure of his push and slowly opened up to let him in. After a pop, his cockhead was inside, and soon the rest of his dick followed. Her gasps were music to his ears, and he continued his way until his hips met her ass.

Tatjana looked back at him with fiery lust now that he was once more inside of her. She hadn't even realized her own hunger while she was fucking him, but her body made it clear that she needed his essence. "Fuck me, master. Fill me with your life."

The lust-addled vampire did not need any more encouragement and slowly started thrusting into her tight heat. His fingers kept groping her soft cheeks while he gently got her ready for a real fuck. Despite her no longer feeling pain, Belor still didn't want to just take her like another hole. The vampire wanted to make love to this wonderful woman.

Once Belor had settled into a pleasant rhythm, he let go of her cheeks to put the weight of his body onto her. His hands quickly found the soft tits of this aged beauty and groped them with the usual greed. Tenderly, the vampire planted kisses along her shoulders and neck as the lewd slapping of flesh filled the hut again.

Belor felt her shudder beneath him, and with the need for more, the old lady pushed back up to meet his thrusts. Her moans and gasps were music to his ears, and the lustful man tasted the heat of her skin. The witch's tight pucker was exquisite and clenched around his invading shaft wonderfully. "You are gorgeous, my darling. Such a beautiful lady."

An amused smile formed on his face as her form reacted to his words. Her insides got even tighter and massaged his cock. For once he stopped the gentle kisses and moved his head right next to her ear. "You seem to like it when I cherish you, my dear. Lucky for you, I intend to do that for the rest of our eternity. A breathtaking matron like you deserves every single kiss and compliment. You truly are an amazing woman."

While whispering sweet nothings, the slender vampire picked up the speed of his thrusts to love her in every sense of the way. Over and over, his hips met the soft cheeks of her ass, and his cock was sliding in and out of her with pleasurable ease. Belor switched position again and propped himself onto his hands to really start pounding the old lady.

With lustful effort, he made stars explode behind her eyes with every stroke. Despite the destroyed state of the mattress, Tatjana still bounced from his heavy pounding, and her fingers dug into the sheets to hold on for dear life. Every deep hit drove the air out of her lungs. "Belor!"

The young undead was feeling the end of his passionate appreciation approaching. Once more he dropped his erotic weight onto her back and clung his arms around her quivering form. With a final grunt and thrust, Belor emptied himself inside of his servant. A long, drawn-out moan escaped the witch as her inner walls got coated by his powerful essence.

While the vampire's body worked to flood her, the very same thing happened within the old lady that he was known for. The same purple glow dominated her eyes, and with greedy magic, her body absorbed the ridiculous amount of potent seed. A few more uncontrolled thrusts followed until he was finally spent.

Gently, Belor pulled his shaft out of the shaking woman and pulled her into his loving embrace. It took a while until her form got used to this intense exchange of energies, but the tender kisses of him and his lithe body helped a lot. Finally Tatjana turned towards him to return the loving embrace. "And you are telling me that you will do this for the rest of my existence? I do not see many downsides to this."A wonderful afterglow settled over the small hut as they relaxed for a moment. The young vampire couldn't help himself and traced his fingers along the soft curves of the mature lady. With a pleased purr, she made her enjoyment known towards his touch.

After a moment of thought passed, a light chuckle rose from her chest, and Belor watched over her with amusement. "Care to share your thoughts, my darling?"

Her gaze met his, and she helped to guide his hand over her form. "I just have been thinking about my past and family for a second. There is no one left alive, of course, but I vividly remember my grandfather. I always wondered what he would think about my life and the path I took."

A shrug followed as she spotted the puzzled look of the man next to her. "Well, my grandfather was a hero in his time. One of the great men who fought against evil back in the day. I inherited his magic even though he was more of a spellsword than an actual mage. I remember him as a thoughtful man who had many stories but also many regrets despite his heroic deeds."

With an odd feeling, Belor continued to listen to her talk. "I wonder what he would say now that his only granddaughter did not only make a deal with demons but also let herself be subdued by a vampire. He was a strange, kind man who taught me many things, but I rarely saw him angry. I do think he would be somewhat understanding."

Her curiosity peaked as the young vampire looked into the distance. "Did I say anything wrong?"

Many seconds passed before Belor returned his gaze towards the slender woman. "Say, did your grandfather travel together with an elf, a dwarf, and a woman of celestial blood?"

After her surprised nod, the undead's face contorted into an awkward smile. "And did he defeat a great evil in these lands a hundred years ago?"

Another nod followed, and the same awkward feeling settled into her grimace as it slowly dawned on her what the lithe man was getting to. With a blushed expression, he scratched his chin. "Well, about that."

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The travel back to the morph tribe took about half a day. It was the first time that Tatjana got the full view of the corruption spreading from her hut. With sad eyes the witch walked through the rotting lands, the guilt clear as day.

Once spotted by an outpost, the couple was quickly brought towards the camp. As always, Belor let his enchanting aura spark and surge, causing lust to grow among the morphs. He watched with amusement as the old lady next to him drank in the sight of all these half-naked humanoids, unused to such open exhibitionism.

When they arrived at the center, the massive figure of Lontos made its way out of the tent. Surprise sat in his face as the chief spotted the mythic figure already returning after such a short amount of time, and he gave him a thoughtful look with crossed arms. "Pale prince, you have already returned?"

With a charming smile, the slender man approached the leader of the morphs. "Indeed I did, Lontos, and I have come back with news. I took a close look at the corruption that you spoke of, and with some effort, I did find its source. I must admit I cannot cleanse the state that it is currently in, but I took measures to stop its spread."

An astounded murmur went through the small crowd that had gathered around them. Most of them had heard of the problem in the north despite the chief's best efforts to keep it secret, but no one was really aware that the figure of legend was taking care of it.

"Either way, I do see the problem as solved at this point. It will take many years for life to return to this place, but it will no longer cause any harm to your people. Nature will reclaim that part of the forest in due time." Belor finished his report, watching the hulking chief curiously.

With furrowed brows, Lontos had listened to the small man, but his gaze soon drifted towards his companion. "I do trust your words that the harmful magic is gone, but care to explain what was causing the problem to begin with? I would like the tribe to be able to solve such a devastation before it happens. And who is this attractive human next to you?"

Tatjana had just been staring at that massive cock that was hanging between the large man's thighs, unaware of the conversation. 'You might want to stop that.' As Belor's voice sounded in her head, the old woman snapped back from her raunchy thoughts and met the gaze of the hulking figure, unsure of how to respond without carrying all the blame.

"This is Tatjana. I have met her on my travels, and she just happens to be an expert on demonic corruption, as demonic corruption is the very source of the problem." The young vampire stepped in to draw the attention of the morph back to himself. "Demons are capable of physical harm, and some of them can be fought with mundane weapons, but their real strength lies in negative emotion and disorder."

Belor stepped up to the chief, unbothered by the vast difference in height. "The most effective way to prevent demonic problems is unity and understanding. They will find barely any openings into your tribe if your people stick together and assist even the weakest member. Maybe someone fell victim to their whispered lies and promises, giving them an entry into this world."

Thoughtfulness settled into the tall figure's expression. For a moment his gaze grew distant, but then he looked back down at the undead. "I must say I wasn't sure what to think of you at first, little one. The sudden return of a man of legend I did not expect, but I guess you have only brought fortune to my tribe."

Lontos rested a heavy hand on the slender man's shoulder, and a rare smile wandered on his face. "I thank you for your help, Pale Prince. For everything. I will send a messenger up north just as you requested. May the spirits keep watch over the bond that we have established."

After a moment of union, the chieftain made a motion towards the edge of the camp. "By the way, you should probably have a talk with shaman Intara. She was strangely distraught when you suddenly disappeared. At first I thought that the spirits were angry about you, but I think the problem is more... physical."

With a bellowing laugh, the massive man motioned Belor away and made his way back to his tent. The young vampire couldn't help but grin and nodded to Tatjana to follow him. As they made their way through the camp, the old lady grasped his hand.

"Thank you for not ratting me out." The affection in her eyes was tender, and Belor stopped for a moment to give the aged beauty a gentle kiss. Afterwards he continued his quickened steps towards the tent of the shaman.

Once they arrived, he opened the tent flap. Inside, most of the tools and fetishes were already packed together neatly with the expectation to leave soon. The mature morph was currently putting some stuff into a backpack but looked up with mixed emotion towards the arrival.

"My apologies, my dear, an important matter made me leave..." He did not get any further with his explanation as the curvy morph slammed into him. Her eager lips quickly found his own, and her heavy arousal filled Belor's nose. Like a drowning woman, she clung to him, and her weighty breasts molded against his slender chest wonderfully.

"By the spirits, you are like a drug, you know that?" With heavy breathing, Intara only took a second away from his lips to utter those words before going right back into the hungry kiss. The delicious musk of this mature morph already hung heavy in the air.

As Intara pulled Belor deeper into her tent, the lustful man grasped the hand of Tatjana, who had watched the coupling in lust and envy, and pulled her with him for some raunchy fun. With reluctance, the shaman let go of his mouth and watched him make out with this stranger. The morph did not even question who that was; too hazy was her mind with needy desire.

After exploring the mouth of the old lady thoroughly with his tongue, the young vampire let go of Tatjana, who immediately got pulled into another kiss by the mature morph. A grin spread onto Belor's face as he watched the two beautiful matrons devour each other. "I guess that will be introduction enough."

Somehow the three managed to move the sloppy coupling over to the fur bed in the hut. As the lithe man collapsed onto the softness, the two old ladies followed with their erotic weight right on top of him. Quickly their hot kisses switched from each other to the enchanting form of the vampire and left a wet trail of lust across his body.

He could feel them on his neck, wandering over his chest and abs. Soon their focus got lost as they met that throbbing rod between his legs and put their full attention into engulfing this wonderful shaft from both sides with their tongues and lips. Belor, meanwhile, wasn't lazy, and his hands groped all over their aged bodies. His fingers sank into the yielding flesh of those sizable asses and tits with lustful greed, but they also had the same destination as their mouths.

The two searing cocks felt wonderful in his grasp as he finally reached them. With a dick in each hand, the vampire put in the work to stroke them up and down. The muffled moans around his own shaft were reward enough, and he watched with delight as their sagging balls drew tight. A slight giggle escaped him at the comparison because despite having the smaller dick, Tatjana's ballsack was the same size as Intara's.

After a while of slutty attention, the shaman shifted her focus even further down until finding that wonderful pucker that has been haunting her dreams since the first time. Her velvety tongue wandered through the ass crack, at first playing but then simply delving into that tight ring. Intara could not get enough of his taste.

Now that the witch had his cock all to herself, she quickly took his shaft deep into her throat with shuddering delight. Her tight throat happily opened up to take her master's rod deep inside. With gagging pleasure, she held herself there for a moment before bobbing up and down on his shaft.

Once the mature morph had her fill of licking his asshole, she let go of him only for a second to position herself between his legs. Her throbbing cock was painfully hard, and she gave it a few more measured strokes while watching Tajtana devour his dick. Finally the shaman moved her girthy phallus to his twitching ring, and the rosebud eagerly stretched around her.

With a single, slow motion, she pushed her shaft all the way into this insanely tight heat. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure now that she was sheathed inside of him again. Intara started with a leisurely rhythm because she knew that she couldn't do this for long. A cloudy haze took her mind as all of that sexual frustration poured into the slowly increasing speed of her thrusts.

Belor, now left with only one cock to play with, had simply lifted up Tatjana with ease and positioned her cock right above his face. The witch didn't even stop her lustful work during that feat of strength. With little patience, the vampire took in her shaft, greedily devouring her while holding onto that giving ass.

The meaty slap of Intara's fucking and the lewd, dual slurping of the other two filled the tent. Despite her initial intention to take things slow, the primal need inside the shaman had soon taken over, and she was rutting into this lustful man like an animal in heat. Over and over her cock raked through his insides. It was a shame that the slender man could not see the curvy body of the mature morph move, but his servant's cock was decent as a distraction.

Tatjana's hips moved up and down instinctively despite the greedy grip of her master. She felt two fingers prodding against her asshole to keep her still, but that extra sensation only stoked her lust further. A muffled, screaming moan escaped her as her pucker yielded to those invaders.

During this intense coupling, the seconds passed by quickly, and the sound of the morph's thrust turned wet from the sweat on her body. Her balls had been working on that massive load since this lustful man had left, and they were finally ready to flood him once more, to breed him despite any logic. The rhythm of her strokes turned more erratic, and with an almost primal roar, she reached her peak.

A torrent of creamy essence flooded Belor's insides, and Intara kept her hips close to his to not let a single drop escape. With her front-row view, Tatjana had a close look at that girthy shaft being sealed by his tight ring, and she felt her own orgasm approaching. Suddenly the old witch felt an insane spike of pleasure through the connection to her master.

The vampire wanted, no demanded, for her to cum so that he could enjoy a double stuffing. Because of the dual sensation of his mouth and fingers, there was little need for this. Tatjana screamed her pleasure onto his cock and let go of her essence as well.

Being filled from both ends was a divine feeling, and Belor felt his body pulse with pleasure. The potent essence was greedily sucked up, and purple energy flooded through his veins. Forever passed until both of them were finally done.

Slowly Intara pulled out of his gripping hole and enjoyed the pleasurable sensation while Tatjana let go of his shaft, sad that she didn't get her fill. Both old ladies knew that this was far from over, though. The girthy cock of the shaman slapped on top of Belor's own cock, and the witch eagerly took the invitation to lick along both members.

Finally, the young man pulled the aged beauty out of his mouth and enjoyed her soft tongue for a moment. With a single thought, another wave of lust washed through the older woman, and she felt her dick throbbing hard once more. She already had an idea what her greedy master wanted.

After a thorough cleaning, Tatjana let go of both shafts and took the place of Intara between his legs. The shaman simply laid herself out next to this lustful man in exhaustion with her soft cock lazily draped over his stomach. Her tits were at the perfect height for him to fondle and suck, and the young vampire did just that.

"I hope two horny ladies are at least capable of sating your hunger." The witch doubted her own words as she positioned her engorged tip at that entrance of heaven and sunk into the tight heat with a blissful moan. Just like Intara, she started slowly, more for her own sake. Her master needed a hard pounding after all, and she wanted to last through all of it.

Belor's lips were sealed around the puffy nipple of the morph next to him while his fingers dug into that wonderful softness of her tit. The heat of her burning shaft on his stomach felt simply amazing. Gentle moans escaped the old shaman as the afterglow of the intense fucking slowly turned into burning lust again.

Meanwhile, Tatjana lost herself in pounding against his ass over and over again. She held onto his hips desperately while slamming her own against his firm butt. Her hard rod was plundering his insides, and her balls slapped against his cheeks with every thrust.

The incredible heat from all of their bodies was heavy in the air, and the combined scent of their arousal and sweat was a vulgar yet enticing concoction. Lustful perspiration drenched the two women. With passionate focus, the witch worked on fucking her master, her mind on the edge of release.

Belor took a moment to give his servant a lustful grin while she was fucking his ass deeply, and she returned his grin with an exhausted smile. Only a few seconds passed until he latched onto the teat of Intara again, which both women answered with a feminine giggle.

"You really like tits, huh? Maybe even more than big cocks plundering your hole?" Tatjana's teasing words were interrupted by her own moan as the vampire clenched tightly around her shaft. The witch only got a muffled murmur as an answer because the gorgeous man was too focused on sucking.

Her grip got tighter around his hips as she felt her own peak approaching. With faster, more powerful thrusts, she hunted that peak. The thundering sound of her hips against his cheeks filled the tent, and the pendulous orbs between the old lady's legs stopped swinging as they grew tighter to her body.

With one last, mighty stroke, she buried herself deep inside of him as a cascade of potent spunk left her balls to feed that greedy man. Lost in the hazy sensation, Tatjana flooded his body to the brim, and the only thing keeping her seed from spilling out was that lustful magic of his.

Intara watched with half-lidded eyes the extensive orgasm of the other old lady. Her own shaft had become hard again from those wonderful lips and the heavy air around her, and she was already rubbing herself needily against him.

Finally, the aged beauty collapsed after her orgasm and was caught by the loving embrace of her master, who had stopped sucking on those chunky tits. A deep kiss sealed the mouth of Tatjana as he cherished that wonderful woman in his arms.

The girthy shaft of the morph was now squeezed between their slender bodies. The shaman did not want to interrupt the tender moment, but her lustful mind had other plans. Playfully, she began thrusting her hard rod between those lithe forms to get some attention. A giggle escaped Belor because of the needy act.

Reluctantly, Tatjana pulled out of his tight heat, still ready for more. A second of understanding passed between her and the vampire as she read his next action easily. With playful slowness, the witch positioned herself next to him on her hands and knees and gave him a lewd wink while wiggling her ass.

Belor did not need a second invitation and got on his knees behind her. His shaft made a naughty sound as it plopped down between her cheeks and gently moved through her crack. The vampire leaned over her to leave a few kisses on her neck and shoulder blades but also to grasp those hanging tits.

It took a moment for Intara to understand her position in this act as the slender man nodded behind him. With eager lust, she got up into that promising spot, her heavy shaft ready for a second round of stretching this wonderful ring. She was not quite tall enough to kiss his cheek from behind, so the mature morph settled into kissing his back while her antlers pushed against the back of his head.

Now that everything was ready, the vampire stopped his lustful movement to guide his shaft into Tatjana's tight asshole. Because of the work from his fingers earlier, the old lady was nicely relaxed already, and his cock disappeared inside of her with ease. With a needy grip, her ring held onto him.

Intara, behind him, did the very same and sunk her girthy rod once more into his taut confines. It took a second to settle into the sensation again and another one to find the right rhythm. Belor did most of the work at first while the shaman just held onto him.

With a thrust forward, he filled the witch below him with his hard shaft, and when pulling back, he impaled himself on that throbbing rod in his back. No matter the movement, the young vampire had pleasure to look forward to, and the symphony of female moans accompanied his motion.

The scent in the air only grew heavier from the intense connection. Slap followed after slap as he picked up speed, locked between the aged beauties. His hands held onto the wide hips of his beautiful servant as he put in the work. The friction was incredible while Belor lost himself in that sensation.

After minutes of restricted but intense movements, Belor finally looked back at Intara. The shaman's eyes were glazed over with haze, but the sudden stopping of motion and his lewd wink made her snap out of it. With a silent nod, she held onto his hips and, with a single powerful motion, buried herself inside of him. Tatjana in turn heard the lustful giggle of her master and the sudden stretch of her asshole.Just as the combined moan stopped, the mature morph began taking over the fucking and put in an immense effort to fuck this wonderful man into the other woman. The meaty slap grew more intense, although much more erratic at this uncontrolled fucking.

With desperate strength and focus, the shaman bit her lip as she worked her hips. The sheer amount of work she had to put into this could not be kept up for long, but the aged morph tried her best to hold on as long as possible. Her reward was the pleased moans of Belor and Tatjana, which gave her the energy to power through a while longer.

But as always, Intara was only mortal, and the avalanche of lust took over her mind. Almost screaming, she reached her orgasm and spilled another insane load of cum inside of the master. Pump after pump of primal essence filled him, surging that primitive kind of energy through his form.

Finally, Belor reached his own peak and gifted his servant with a load of burning seed. Tatjana had a similar reaction to the shaman and howled her pleasure through the tent. She also felt that energy with a taste of primal prowess getting fed into her body as her master emptied himself inside of her.

Eventually their moans turned into heavy breathing, and the three of them collapsed together. The young vampire was sandwiched between the soft curves of these two mature beauties, and a satisfied grin rested on his face. Both of their forms were drenched in slick sweat from all of the effort they had to put into this, and the light man gave the witch below him a lustful but tender kiss on the cheek.

"Are we done yet?" The words of the shaman behind him had the same amount of concern and anticipation mixed together. A spark of lustful energy inside of her was answer enough for her, and once agains she realized that this was going to be a long night.