Reincarnated as Dracula’s Son

"Take it off," Seraph moaned once more,

"Take what off?" he asked, his voice a confused jumble that revealed the depth of his ignorance. He looked down at her, his gaze a mixture of curiosity and arousal, his mind racing to catch up to the rapid pace of their desire.

My clothes. Seraph replied. The tone of Seraph's voice, a mixture of lust and annoyance, was a gentle admonition that spurred Damian into action.

"Oh right," he said, his mind snapping into focus as he reached for the fabric of her top. With a deft motion, he tugged the garment over her shoulder, his fingers gently guiding it over her head, revealing the pale expanse of her skin.

Serpah was now shirtless and the only thing that serparated him from her boobs was her bra.

Take them off too. She said but Damian didn't need to be told twice. Her words, a seductive command, spurred Damian into action. With a single-minded focus, he reached behind her, his fingers searching for the elusive hook that held the bra in place.

For a moment, the clasp taunted him, a mischievous puzzle that threatened to resist his efforts. But then, with a sudden click, the clasp yielded to his persistence, the bra falling away to reveal the full view of Seraph's breasts.

As Damian tossed the bra aside, the world around him seemed to narrow, his attention fully captured by the majestic sight that lay before him. "Wow," he breathed, with wonder in his voice.

With the reverence of a disciple approaching a holy altar, Damian reached out to touch Seraph's breasts, his fingers tentative at first, as if afraid to disrupt the delicate balance of their beauty. But as his hands closed around the soft flesh, he found himself emboldened by the warmth of her skin, his touch growing more confident with each passing moment.

As he fondled her breasts, he marveled at the way they seemed to yield to his touch, their softness and resilience a testament to their feminine allure.

Damian, emboldened by Seraph's moans of pleasure, continued his exploration, his fingers circling around her nipples with a gentle persistence. He marveled at the way her nipples hardened under his touch, their stiffness a sweet reward for his efforts.

Then, with a suddenness that surprised even himself, he pinched her nipples, a playful tug that sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. Her moan, a sweet surrender to his ministrations, was like music to his ears, a symphony of carnal delight that spurred him onward.

Seraph, her body writhing under Damian's skillful touch, descended deeper into the throes of her pleasure. Her cheeks, once a fair shade of ivory, now flushed a deep crimson, a testament to the heat that coursed through her veins.

Ahh, Uhmm, Ohhh~

Her moans, once a soft whisper, now echoed through the room, a symphony of ecstasy that seemed to resonate in every corner of their shared space. Her panting, rapid and shallow, a rhythmic ode to her arousal, resonated with the beat of her heart.

As Damian's fingers continued their dance on Seraph's breasts, his mind, ever vigilant, turned to the potential consequences of their heated encounter. He pictured his mother, her sharp gaze a silent interrogation, and Tyrion, his silent scrutiny a reminder of the fact that only walls that separated them from the rest of the household.

But he pushed those worries aside, his desire a more potent force than his fear. The large, opulent mansion provided a reassuring distance, its expansive hallways and thick walls a safe haven for their secret rendezvous.

Damian, ever the pragmatist, opted for a more direct approach to silence Seraph's increasingly audible moans. With one hand, he covered her lips, the palm of his hand a gentle but firm restraint that muffled her cries.

Seraph, her moans stifled by the firmness of Damian's hand, surrendered herself to his sensual domination, her body a quivering mass of arousal. Damian, guided by his newfound confidence, brought his lips to her breast, his mouth opening to envelop her nipple. His tongue, a skilled explorer, danced over the hardened nub, the combination of suction and heat sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Damian, a novice explorer in the realm of sensuality, took comfort in Seraph's vocal response to his efforts. Each moan, each groan, each stifled cry was like a beacon in the dark, a guiding light that encouraged him to continue his journey of discovery. His tongue, a skilled navigator, traced circles around her hardened nipple, his lips an insatiable feast of desire that devoured her pleasure with a hungry intensity

Seraph, her body aflame with desire, shuddered as Damian turned his attention to her other nipple. Her hot breath, a sensual assault on his palm, was a reminder of the intensity of her arousal. Damian, eager to tease and tantalize her in equal measure, took the other nipple between his lips, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak with a fervent eagerness.

As Seraph sat up, her eyes sparkling with mischief, the words that spilled from her lips seemed to hang in the air like a seductive promise. "Do you remember what it feels like to get a blow job?" she purred, her coy smile a tantalizing invitation.

Damian, caught off guard by her sudden change in demeanor, felt a flutter of excitement in his chest. He had never experienced the carnal delights of a blow job, but the mere thought of it was enough to send a jolt of excitement coursing through his veins.

Inside Damian's mind, a wild chorus of gratitude erupted as he processed Seraph's sensual proposal. "Thank you, mysterious forces of fate that have brought me to this universe!" he shouted inwardly, his elation a deafening roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of his being.

"No, I don't". He replied outwardly.

Damian's words, a simple yet honest admission of his inexperience, were met with a sly smile from Seraph. "Well, let's fix that, shall we?" she purred, the seductive lilt of her voice promising a world of pleasures that he had never known.