Reincarnated as Dracula’s Son

The sound that slipped past Jasmine's lips was one of utter surrender, a siren's song that reverberated through the washroom, a wordless plea for Damian to take her to the edge of ecstasy and beyond.

She had known, in the deepest recesses of her mind, that their secret rendezvous would lead to a moment like this. But the reality of Damian's touch, the feverish heat of his finger inside her, was more intoxicating, more all-consuming than she could have ever imagined. Damian's senses were ablaze, intoxicated by the sensory overload of his first experience of pleasuring a woman with his fingers.

The way her walls contracted around his digit, their warm, velvety texture sending a rush of adrenaline through his body, was nothing short of mesmerizing. The slickness of her arousal, a divine lubricant that allowed his finger to move with ease, fueled his desire, his fingers pressing deeper into her warm depths.

With a slow, deliberate slowness, Damian withdrew his finger, the slickness of her arousal coating his digit as he held his breath, savoring the anticipation of what was to come. And then, like a bolt of lightning, he plunged his finger back into her depths, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from Jasmine.

Her walls, slick with a wetness that oozed from her aroused core, quivered around his digit, contracting in rhythmic pulses as he continued to plunge into her, the sound of their coupling a sordid symphony that filled the air with its wet, rhythmic melody.

Ohh!" Jasmine cried out, her voice an echo of lust-fueled ecstasy as the orgasmic wave, its powerful surge tearing through her body, sent shockwaves of pleasure pulsating through her entire being.

Her hips bucked against Damian's hand, her body writhing in uncontrollable spasms as her most sensitive place trembled, her muscles clenching and unclenching as she rode the blissful crest of her climax.

As Damian continued to thrust his finger into the wet depths of Jasmine's core, a carnal tempo that built into a sinful crescendo, her moans, hot and breathy, were muffled against the fabric of his shirt, the rhythm of his movements like a drumbeat that pounded within her soul.

With a glint of mischief in her eyes, Jasmine's hands grasped Damian's wrist, her fingers wrapping around his, like a serpent's coil, as she whispered those two alluring words, "It's my turn now."

The husky inflection of her voice, like a hypnotic melody, seemed to weave its way into his soul, its seductive power coaxing him deeper into her web of carnal temptation.

As Damian, his mind still reeling from the heady rush of their shared pleasure, struggled to process the meaning of her words, Jasmine dropped to her knees before him, the strands of light filtering in through the slit between the washroom door illuminating her form, a vision of lust-fueled desire that threatened to consume him whole.

Jasmine's deft hands had already found their way to the waistband of his pants, her fingers deftly unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his fly with practiced ease whilst seductively maintaining eye contact.

"Oh, I guess we're doing that," a lecherous thought reverberated in Damian's mind, a realization of the forbidden depths to which he was about to sink.

And yet, as Jasmine's fingers worked their way into the fabric of his underwear, her eyes burning with a feverish hunger, he found himself powerless to resist, his body's desire overwhelming any semblance of rational thought.

The hot, oppressive air of the afternoon, its sultry fingers slipping in through the crack beneath the door, draped over Damian's skin, clinging to him with a possessive heat.

As Jasmine, her small hands finally victorious over the stubborn clasp of his belt, tugged his pants down to his ankles, the tension in the room was palpable, the promise of what was to come overwhelming, like an addictive drug coursing through their veins.

Like a coiled serpent, Damian's manhood sprang forth, its veiny length throbbing with an insatiable need, its bulbous head glistening with a droplet of precum.

Jasmine, her eyes fixated on his arousal, a sinful hunger evident in her gaze, leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lap up the crystal bead of desire, a taste that set her taste buds ablaze with wanton need.

As if entranced by the majestic beauty of his manhood, Jasmine's eyes traced every bulge and vein with an almost reverential awe, as if she were beholding a work of art.

With a tender touch, her fingertips gently caressed the length of his shaft, a feather-light stroke that sent shivers of pleasure up Damian's spine.

His cock, now slick with a coating of precum, glistened in the harsh glare of the washroom lights, the sight of its gleaming shaft a temptation too powerful to resist.

With a tenderness born of desire, Jasmine's gaze softened, her lips parting in a quiet invitation, as she bowed before the rigid, glistening obelisk of Damian's rod.

Her tongue, a skilled and sensual artist, caressed the engorged tip of his cock with a sinful delight, her velvety mouth enveloping the sensitive crown in a tight, wet embrace, as she began to slowly, almost reverently, lower her lips down the shaft of his pulsing member.

"Oh fuck," Damian groaned, the carnal depths of his mind ignited by the sensation of Jasmine's warm, slick mouth enveloping him in a tight embrace. His breath hitched in his chest, every fiber of his being thrumming with a feverish intensity as his shaft was cocooned in the wet warmth of her mouth.

In a desperate bid for purchase, Damian's fingers found purchase in the soft tendrils of Jasmine's hair, twining in the silken strands like the tendrils of a vine, his grip tightening as she continued her sensual descent along the rigid length of his cock.

The tug on her hair, a silent plea for more, was a signal that was not lost on Jasmine, her lips descending lower and lower, the rigid shaft disappearing inch by inch into the warm, wet haven of her mouth.With a primal instinct, Damian's fingers curled into Jasmine's hair, his grip tightening as he sought to tether himself to reality, his body alight with the fires of lust.

Encouraged by the possessive touch, Jasmine swallowed even more of his throbbing rod, her mouth working its magic as she descended the length of his shaft, until the tip bumped against the back of her throat, a low, choking gag escaping her lips.

As Damian's breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with the exertion of holding back the impending wave of orgasmic release, he watched in awe as Jasmine worked her magic on his cock, her lips sliding up and down his shaft with a rhythmic grace.

The delicate pressure of her throat constricting around the head of his rod sent a delicious shiver of pleasure coursing through his body, his grip in her hair tightening as he sought to prolong the heavenly sensation.

With a primal groan, Damian tore himself away from the heady grip of pleasure, his hands pulling Jasmine's head back from his cock with a sudden, almost savage, urgency.

His shaft, glistening with a slick sheen of saliva, throbbed in the air between them, the tantalizing promise of release hanging heavy in the air.

He wasn't ready to finish just yet.

"Get up", He said, panting. "Turn around".