Reincarnated as Dracula’s Son

Like a man possessed, Damian fought against the orgasmic tsunami that threatened to engulf him, his mind racing to cling to the slender threads of control that remained in his grasp.

The feeling of her walls, slick and tight around him, the sight of her arched back and the melody of her moans, a symphony of pleasure he wanted to linger in for as long as he possibly could.

The pleasure was becoming too much to bear, and Damian's control, fragile as a spider's silk, threatened to break under the onslaught of sensations.

"Fuck!" He groaned, his words a desperate plea for relief as he pushed deeper into the warm depths of Jasmine's cave, her walls clenching in a tight embrace that drew every last ounce of will from his body.

Inch by inch, Damian's manhood delved deeper into the waiting warmth of Jasmine's sex, his thrusts becoming more frantic, more desperate, as the flames of passion licked at his veins.

At last, with a final, gasping moan, he bottomed out, the base of his shaft buried deep in her folds as Jasmine's back arched in response, her breath catching in a long, low moan of pleasure that echoed through the washroom like a primal cry of ecstasy.

As Damian slowly pulled back from the depths of Jasmine's sex, both savoring the moment and allowing their bodies to adjust to the intensity of their first joining, he could feel the tightness of her walls clinging to him, as if reluctant to let him go.

But the primal, urgent need to mate soon overcame all restraint, and with a moan that was half-growl, half-prayer, he pushed back in, faster this time, the slick, wet sounds of their coupling filling the washroom with a symphony of primal lust.

"Oh fuck!" Jasmine's breathless exclamation mingled with Damian's guttural grunts, the pair of them caught in the grip of a primal, lust-fueled dance.

As Damian found his rhythm, his thrusts became faster, harder, more desperate with each stroke. The wet, squelching sounds of their coupling filled the air, the frantic cadence of their bodies moving in time with the frenzied beating of their hearts.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The harsh, erotic rhythm of their bodies, colliding in a wet, passionate embrace, filled the washroom with a primal symphony of lust. The urgent, slapping sounds of their skin meeting in a frenzied, flesh-on-flesh collision were punctuated by the desperate moans and gasps that spilled from their lips, the air itself seeming to quiver with their desire.

Damian's vampire stamina allowed him to thrust without pause, without relenting, the primal energy that coursed through his veins giving him the strength to keep going, to keep stretching Jasmine's slick walls until her moans were frantic and pleading, begging him to push her to the brink of ecstasy.

Damian's hands, rough and eager, seized upon the soft, supple flesh of Jasmine's breasts, his fingers digging into the creamy globes as he used them as a leverage point to lift her off his straining shaft before slamming her back down onto him with a force that threatened to shatter her composure.

With each thrust, her breasts bounced and jiggled in his hands, his fingers squeezing and kneading the flesh with a rough abandon, matching the same rhythm as his hips as he used her breasts as a fulcrum to leverage her body up and down his throbbing member.

As Jasmine's moans intensified, her cries of ecstasy echoing throughout the washroom like a siren song of lust, Damian's hand came to cup her mouth, muffling the sound but doing nothing to quell the flames of desire that raged within her.

His fingers, coated in her saliva and sweat, gently pressed against her lips, stifling her moans as his hips continued their frantic, relentless rhythm, the wet, slapping sound of their flesh meeting with each forceful thrust drowned out by the erotic moans that were now trapped within the confines of her mouth.

As Jasmine's body suddenly went taut, frozen in a tableau of need, Damian's heart leapt in his chest, his hands instinctively pausing in their rhythmic thrusting as he feared something was amiss.

But before he could pull away, Jasmine's fingers, slick with sweat, curled around his wrists, pulling him back towards her with a desperate insistence.

"No, don't stop," she pleaded, her voice muffled by the hand that still covered her mouth. "Don't stop. I'm close."

Damian relieved, gave himself over to the urgency of Jasmine's desire, his hips resuming their furious rhythm as he pounded into her with an intensity that bordered on savage.

With each forceful thrust, he felt her body trembling beneath him, her hips bucking as she strained against his grasp, the slick walls of her sex quivering around his throbbing shaft.

And then, as he continued to piston into her, her entire body began to shake uncontrollably, a series of rapid-fire spasms coursing through her muscles as she teetered on the brink of orgasm

As Jasmine's shuddering body finally reached the peak of ecstasy, a surge of pleasure washing over her like a tidal wave, her trembling lips barely parted to whisper those two words that Damian had been waiting for.

"I'm cumming" barely reaching Damian's ears before her body sagged back against him, her hips rolling in the throes of ecstasy as her inner walls clenched and spasmed around his shaft.

As Jasmine's body quaked in the throes of orgasm, the walls of her slickened passage clenched around Damian's rigid shaft, tightening like a vise as they sought to milk the seed from his loins.

The sensations coursing through him were beyond anything he had ever experienced before, the pleasure washing over him like a relentless storm, every nerve ending in his body screaming for release.

As his body trembled on the cusp of release, Damian's fanged teeth gritted with feral intensity, the animalistic instinct within him fighting to assert itself as he teetered on the edge of surrender.

But, even as his hips bucked involuntarily, straining against the erotic embrace of Jasmine's sex, he somehow managed to pull back, his vampire reflexes enabling him to break free of her milking grip just in time.

For a mere mortal man, the throes of passion might have consumed them, causing them to lose all control in that final, ecstatic moment.