Reincarnated as Dracula’s Son

Damian, his body a willing vessel for Seraph's seductive arts, sank into the softness of the bed as she rose to straddle him. Her knees, nestled on either side of his hips, held him in place, her thighs a warm and willing prison that caged him within the confines of her desire. Her scent, a heady mix of arousal and feminine power, enveloped him, a potent reminder of the intoxicating world that awaited him.

As Seraph's fingers danced across Damian's belt buckle with the dexterity of a seasoned artist, his mind buzzed with questions that he dared not voice."How many belt buckles has she unfastened to become so adept at this?" he wondered, the wry humor of the thought tempting him to voice his curiosity. But his thoughts were silenced as she pulled the leather strap from its loops, her fingers working with a swiftness that belied her expertise.

Damian, his mind a whirlwind of anticipation, found himself lost in the moment, his attention fully consumed by Seraph's skilled ministrations.Her hand, a sensual guide, traced a path from his chest to his abdomen, a hot trail of desire that burned a path to the root of his manhood. As her fingers curled around the fabric of his pants, the outline of his arousal becoming more defined with each passing moment, she grazed her nails across the sensitive flesh, a teasing prelude to the carnal delights that awaited him.

Seraph, her deft fingers a skilled orchestra of seduction, stripped Damian of his remaining garments with a swiftness that seemed to defy time itself. And as his pants and briefs fell away, the outline of his arousal came into view, a proud monument of virility that pulsed with a primal energy. His shaft, a testament to his desire, stood at attention, its veins a tangle of veins that pulsed with a throbbing heat. Precum, a glistening testament to his arousal, beaded on the tip of his member, an invitation to explore the delights that awaited them both.

As Damian admired the glorious instrument of pleasure that now graced his nether regions, he couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size and girth of his new endowment. "So this is my new cock," he mused inwardly, a touch of arrogance seeping into his thoughts as he took stock of his masculine upgrades.

Compared to the neighbor's lover, whose impressive length had left an indelible impression on his mind, Damian's new member might have fallen short in the length department. But compared to his former size, this was a huge upgrade.

Seraph's eyes, a gleaming mirror of desire, reflected the lustful glory of Damian's newly acquired member."So beautiful," she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to caress the very air around them. Her hand, a skilled puppeteer of pleasure, slid up and down the length of his shaft, her fingers coaxing beads of precum from the tip of his cock with a skillful twist.

Ohhh~

Damian's moans, a primal symphony of pleasure, hung in the air like a siren's song, their melody a testament to the expertise of Seraph's touch. As her fingers continued their skilled ministrations, coaxing waves of precum from his sensitive tip, Damian's body seemed to hum with a pulsating energy, his muscles tense with the effort of holding back the tidal wave of release that threatened to crash over him.

As Damian fought valiantly against the onslaught of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm his senses, his ears caught the sound of wet, slurping warmth as Seraph's mouth opened to welcome the tip of his member. The heat of her breath, a seductive embrace, wrapped around the engorged head of his cock, the wetness of her tongue a slick path to the depths of her throat. With a gentle pressure, she applied suction to his member, drawing him deeper into her mouth, a carnal descent that threatened to push him over the precipice of bliss.

As Damian's eyes fluttered open, he was met with a vision of carnal splendor, a sensual tableau that stole his breath. Seraph, her head bobbing rhythmically on his member, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure, locked eyes with him, her gaze a silent invitation to indulge in their carnal dance. Her lips, stretched taut around the girth of his shaft, glistened with a sheen of saliva, a testament to the heat of her desire.

This sight was so beautiful and so unbelievable that Damian, his body aflame with pleasure, succumbed to the fiery heat of his desire, his release like a volcanic eruption that shook him to his core.

As he erupted in Seraph's mouth, his seed spurting hot and thick down her throat, he let out a guttural moan, the sound of his pleasure reverberating throughout the room.

Seraph, her mouth a hot, wet haven for Damian's eruption, was caught by surprise as his seed filled her mouth in a thick, molten rush. Her eyes widened in shock, their dark depths reflecting her surprise as she struggled to swallow the deluge of his essence that threatened to overwhelm her senses.

As Seraph struggled to accommodate the length of Damian's shaft in her throat, the relentless deluge of his seed filled her mouth in a choking flood. Her throat spasmed around the girth of his member, a reflexive rebellion against the sudden invasion of his cum. The thick, hot liquid coated her tongue and pooled at the back of her throat, a sweet yet overwhelming flavor that threatened to spill from her lips. Gasping for breath, she fought to swallow the last of his essence, her eyes watering as she struggled to contain the overflow.

Seraph, her chest heaving with the force of her rapid breaths, shot an accusatory glare at Damian, her lips coated in the glistening remnants of his release."Why didn't you warn me?!" she snapped, her words a hiss of irritation that cut through the charged silence of the room.

Damian's apology, a sincere admission of his unintended transgression, hung in the air like a confession, his words a plea for Seraph's forgiveness. "I'm sorry," he repeated, his voice a sincere echo of contrition. "It just happened so suddenly. I didn't know it would happen, I was caught off guard."