Reincarnated as Dracula’s Son

Seraph, her gaze lingering on Damian's face, seemed to see the truth in his expression, her anger melting away in the warmth of his genuine regret."It's fine," she giggled, her laughter a sweet, forgiving melody that dispelled the tension of the moment. As she wiped the remnants of his seed from her lips, she seemed to see the humor in the situation, the miscommunication a hilarious footnote in their sordid affair."Just give me a little warning next time, okay?" she teased, her grin a playful invitation to continue their adventure.

As Damian's eyes flicked downward, his gaze catching on the towering strength of his still-erect shaft, he was met with a mischievous grin from Seraph, her eyes sparkling with delight."You're still hard," she purred, her voice a sensual whisper that seemed to caress the very air around them.Her gaze lingered on his member, a feral fascination in her eyes as she watched it pulse and throb with the heat of his arousal.

Seraph, her excitement a palpable force in the room, leaned forward, the curve of her breasts brushing against Damian's chest as she whispered her invitation. "Do you want to fuck?" she purred, her voice a low, seductive invitation that seemed to carry the weight of her desire. Her lips, a tantalizing caress against his skin, traced a path along the ridge of his collarbone, her breath hot and tantalizing as she waited for his reply.

Damian's outward response, a nonchalant affirmation of his desire, belied the eager excitement that swirled within him."Yes," he replied, his voice a cool facade that masked the frenzy of anticipation that coursed through his veins. But inside, a chorus of joy erupted, his inner monologue a celebratory fanfare that revelled in the opportunity that lay before him. "Who wouldn't want to fuck you?" he thought

Seraph, her movements a graceful symphony of seduction, straddled Damian's hips, her fingers tracing a path along his chest as she spoke."Okay then," she said, her voice a playful tease that promised pleasure. "I don't know how soon your mom will be done cooking, so we better make the most of this time."A mischievous grin spread across her face as she positioned herself over his still-hard shaft, her body aching with the need to feel him deep inside her.

Damian, his mind swirling with a mix of desire and concern, felt the weight of their situation."Let's just hope she won't come now," he murmured, his voice a breathless prayer that pleaded with the fates for a little more time to indulge in their carnal dance. As his gaze lingered on Seraph, the promise of her body a tantalizing temptation that seemed to sway in the air between them, he knew he couldn't resist the chance to be with her.

Seraph's movements, a tantalizing tease of what was to come, sent shivers of anticipation down Damian's spine. As she shifted her panties to the side, the heat of her core a sultry invitation, she hovered just above his throbbing member, the tip of his shaft brushing lightly against her folds.Her breath hitched in her throat, a silent gasp that seemed to speak of her own need for him, her eyes glinting with a mix of desire and anticipation as she prepared to take him deep within her.

As Seraph lowered herself onto Damian's pulsing member, the slick heat of her core wrapping around him like a silken glove, he could feel the walls of her passage parting to accommodate his tip. His gasp, a guttural moan that betrayed his pleasure, echoed in the quiet of the room, a primal expression of his desire.

Then he heard footsteps approaching them. As Damian heard the sound of footsteps approaching, his heart skipped a beat. There were two sets, and one seemed to be stomping louder than the other, almost as if someone was trying to make their presence known.

In the hushed stillness of the room, Damian's whispered warning seemed to echo with urgency."They're coming!" he hissed, his eyes wide with alarm as he tried to warn Seraph of the approaching footsteps.But Seraph, her expression a mix of confusion and surprise, replied with a baffled whisper, "I don't hear anything."

Damian, his body moving with a sense of urgency born of survival instinct, swiftly lifted Seraph from his lap, his hands guiding her away from his rapidly shrinking member."I can hear them," he urged, his voice an urgent plea for her to trust his instincts. "They're coming. We need to get dressed."As he spoke, he wasted no time in pulling his pants back on, the thudding of the footsteps seeming to grow louder with each passing second.

As Damian urged Seraph to get dressed, her faith in his instincts outweighed her initial skepticism. After all, it would take something pretty darn serious for a guy to voluntarily abandon a steamy hookup. Rushing to slip into her clothes, she quickly abandoned the idea of putting her bra back on, tucking it behind a pillow for a hasty hiding spot. In a flurry of activity, she threw on her shirt, smoothing it down over her curves in a last-ditch attempt at looking presentable.

Moments later, she finally heard their footsteps but it would have been too late, had they relied on her hearing, cause mrs Vlad and Tyrion opened the door and entered the room almost immediately.

Mrs. Vlad, her tone buoyant with cheerful enthusiasm, announced the arrival of the much-anticipated food. "Food is ready!" she declared, blissfully unaware of the illicit activities that had taken place in the very room she now stood in. Seraph, her expression a masterpiece of nonchalance, managed to mask the echoes of her recent passionate moans with a calmly composed response. "Okay ma," she said, her voice as steady as a well-balanced rock.

As Damian rose from the bed, a knowing smile playing on his lips, he wordlessly fell into step with Mrs. Vlad and Tyrion, the trio making their way to the dining room with a quiet determination. As they entered the space, Damian's eyes scanned the room, taking in the surroundings with a practiced eye. It was just like his room, the ancient walls, showed the age of the building, and stood in stark contrast to the modern decor, creating a curious blend of the past and present.