Hunter’s love for Futa

A soft sigh escaped the young vampire as he lost himself in the warm embrace of his sensual mother. Her soft kisses decorated the smooth skin of his neck while her slender arms held him. Every part of the sinful body of the ancient sorceress was pressed against him, and a slight shiver of delight wandered through his form.

"My dear, precious boy." Another kiss followed her words and added another mark of black lipstick to his gorgeous canvas. The aftermath of their coupling had left her slightly exhausted, as it was one of many that night. Belor's endless arcane vessel pulsed with latent energy, and the vampiress pulled him ever closer. "My childe"

The lithe man had spent the whole night in his mother's affection to make up for the many days they were apart. Her hard cock was still lodged deep inside of his tight rosebud, not quite satisfied yet. It felt so right to be filled by her as her shaft was just another part of his existence. He slightly moved his ass against her hips to make her rod stir his insides, which earned him a melodious giggle.

"Such relentless hunger, you are truly insatiable, my boy. No matter how often I lie with you, you always push me to the very brink of my energy and then some. You are perfect in every sense of the word. Oh, how much I adore you." Now, it was time for Belor to let his voice be heard with giggles as the powerful woman smothered him with playful kisses.

Once her sensual assault ended, her mouth hovered over the smooth skin of his neck again, this time with a different hunger. The scent of his life essence tickled the vampiress' senses, and she felt a surge of instinct taking over. Gently, her teeth scratched along the pale flesh, and her fangs extended from her maw.

A few seconds passed where Sylvia held still while her reason fought against the beast inside of her. Just a little prick would be enough to pierce that skin and suck on this powerful essence. Just a little bit more.

"Mother." The annoyed voice of Belor banished the beast back to the shadows, and his eyes crossed hers for a second before she averted her gaze to give him more smooches. Both of them were well aware that drinking the blood of another vampire would cause a powerful addiction that would ruin their unlife.

"Don't worry, my darling; I am too old to become a fool." Sylvia had a hint of doubt in her own thoughts as she cherished her son. Despite her own prowess, she kept forgetting that this sensual, young undead was insanely powerful even for her standards. A monster of her own creation.

"I was wondering, mother, do you not have to care for your own keep? You have been living here for a while now. I assume Preston misses his dear lady." A smirk rests on Belor's face as he thinks about his mother's first ghoul. The handsome gentleman had served her for many centuries and was even older than him.

"Want to get rid of me? Preston and the others can take care of things themselves. Besides, they have been running my estate on their own for a long time, and I left them plenty of blood reserves." Sylvia's affections had found their way to his ears as she gently nibbled on the lobe.

Belor felt the heaving breasts of this seductress press further into his back as she leaned forward to taste more of his form. "I see. I guess he has much experience in the neglect of your duties. Ouch." A chuckle followed the non-existent pain as her bite grew harder against his soft flesh.

The affections continued for a while, and both of them grew aware that the sun was rising outside the walls, a benefit of their vampiric nature to protect themselves from Lotas' gaze.

His fingers sank into her dark mane as he pressed closer for more kisses. "By the way, Mother, were you aware of Tatjana's origin? I am still not sure what to think of it. It doesn't seem like she knows anything about the matter, but maybe if we dig a bit further, we could figure out what happened."

Sylvia stopped her ministrations to look up at his face with a smirk. "I am a schemer, darling, but even I could not have planned that far ahead. It was a lucky coincidence, nothing more, but you are right. Maybe I should do some digging."

A fiery gaze shot her way, and the dark beauty answered with a roll of her eyes. "I am not going to hurt or threaten your dear love, silly boy. She seems to be a lady of reason, so I think a simple questioning will be sufficient, but a show of prowess never hurts."

With an exhausted sigh, Belor let go of her hair and rolled onto his front, which nearly made her shaft pop out of his pucker. "Whatever, I do trust you on the matter. Now, I want another fuck before it completely turns day. I have other matters to attend to."

The vampiress followed his roll so that her rod disappeared into him again, and she positioned her knees to the sides of his body. As her beautiful figure loomed over the slender twink, she let her hands roam over his lean back muscles, exploring the perfection of his form. "Very well, let us finish with some sensual pounding, my dearest childe."

After a roll of her hips to enjoy the tightness of his insides some more, the dark beauty lifted herself and started thrusting into Belor's heat. The lewd whack of her flesh meeting his delightful behind filled the hollow air of the crypt, and Sylvia set a slow pace to draw out the time of their bonding.

Her voluptuous tits whipped with every stroke, but the young vampire dismissed the need to gaze at her at the moment and simply crossed his hands under his head in enjoyment. The soft mattress had a nice give every time his body was pounded into, and it then lifted him back up with a playful bounce.

With her hands on his shoulders, the seductress leaned down to make him feel the soft flesh of those wonderful tits, which made the boy exhale with pleasure. A feminine giggle escaped her, and the vampiress increased her fucking efforts. The naughty sound of her hips against his firm behind mixed with the slap of her balls on his thighs.

Now, as her erotic weight kept Belor from bouncing on the mattress, his mother really thrust into him. Her hard cock stretched him nice and wide while raking over his prostate with the goal of pleasure. Delightful moans followed Sylvia's work, and a sensual smile rested on her face.

The gorgeous man's head lifted, his eyes in a hazy daze, and he held onto her hair again while she hit all the right spots inside. Her skillful fucking was unmatched through centuries of experience, and his breathing accelerated quickly. The beast inside of him wanted her to pound him faster and harder, but the vampiress promised her precious boy something more sensual for the finale.

Although her motion grew slower, her thrusts grew harder towards the end. Every time she hammered into him, the dark beauty waited for a wonderful whimper of pleasure to just do it again. She felt her own limits approaching once more during this passionate game, but seeing his face contorted in rapture was better than a thousand orgasms.

His body rippled with every powerful thrust, sending blissful sparks throughout Belor's enticing form. His pucker clenched around her searing heat to return some of the pleasure she was giving to him, but there was little need for that, because his pleasure was hers.

"I love you, my darling, more than anything in this world or the next. You are my heaven." Her reverent words came after a particularly hard thrust, and with a moan of her own, the ancient vampiress became undone. She clung onto his enchanting form as her hefty balls unloaded her creamy love inside of him.

Moments of bliss passed as Sylvia's desires painted his inner walls in a wonderful white only to be absorbed by his magic again. With relentless throbbing, the heavy spurts of her cum gave him more and more power. The pleasure of the moment slowly faded as her body weighed him down in the most pleasant of ways, and the sorceress planted a motherly kiss onto his head.

"Now, go off and enjoy whatever lustful things you have planned with your servants, my little daywalker. Just know that your loving mother will always be here waiting to love you and fuck you whenever you need it, you wonderful boy." Almost reluctantly, she pulled her shaft out of him incredibly slowly to edge every ridge and vein of her shaft into Belor's tight ring.

After her crown left his pucker, it plopped down onto the tender flesh of his ass, leaking a bit more essence. Sylvia dropped to the side and watched as her son pushed himself up to start his day while his eyes beamed with purple light. "I will see you at nightfall. You probably have busy things to do."

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Chenna felt a weight on her body as the dizziness of sleep slowly faded away. A slender figure was molding against her curves, lost in the valley of her large tits. After a few blinks, her vision cleared, and she spotted the head of her master poking out from her cleavage.

The small lady tilted her head in confusion as the vampire took a deep breath to inhale her scent. She couldn't help but moan as his fingers gripped deeper into the yielding flesh of her breasts, and he smothered himself in this plush heaven. "Uhm, master?"

It took a few seconds for Belor to return to reality, as he had been spending some time in paradise. He lifted his head to meet her gaze and took in the lustful blush that was spreading over her cheeks. "Good morning, darling. I hope you don't mind me enjoying your body for a few more seconds."

She gave a confused nod and let out a horny laugh as the hungry undead motorboated her soft tits with delight. Like a drowning man, he kissed and licked all over her skin until he finally had his fill. All the while, Chenna's girthy cock was poking against his toned stomach, smearing pre-cum around.

"Alright." Belor took another testing suck on one of her puffy nipples and then met her eyes. "So, I have a little proposal for you, my darling. I promised you some more of my attention, but I sadly had to leave for important business. Well, now that I am back, I want to make good on that."

Her face lit up at his words in joy, and with her feminine strength, she pulled him right back into her tits. Luckily, the undead did not suffocate from her attention, but he would not have minded either way, as it would have been a good way to die.

Once her excitement rested again, the curvy maid let go of him. A happy smile sat on her face as she looked at her tit-drunk master. "I wanted to do some work in the garden, but this sounds much better. What did you have in mind?"

It took a moment for the vampire to recover from the event. "Ah, yes, the thing that I had planned. Tatjana prepared something for me." He pushed himself up and reached over to the nightstand to retrieve a flask. "I asked her if she could make me some scented oil, and she gladly helped out. I think you like wildflowers, right? How about a massage to start the day?"

With glee the servant looked at her master again, and before he could react, his face was pressed once more into her voluptuous tits. He put up little defense against her actions; a smothered moan could be heard. "Oh, thank you, master. I would love to give you a massage."

A few more moments of paradise passed before Belor managed to free himself from her grasp. He shook his head and focused on Chenna's face again. "I thought more about me giving you a massage. All that work that you do must be exhausting and stressful."

"Oh, we can do that too. We can do both if you want. You give me a nice massage, and then I knead your body all over." The curvy woman beamed at the lithe man and pulled him into an excited kiss with her lips instead of her tits this time, which he didn't have a problem with either.

Their lips sealed with a loving gesture and their tongues intertwined with lust and desire. Eventually Chenna had to breathe again, and Belor pulled away from her with a passionate blush. "Very well, I already prepared everything in my bath. You don't need to put anything on, my dear."

He helped her up from the bed and pulled the small bundle of joy into his arms. A thought passed, and a shadow washed over them. The very second later, they found themselves in the luxurious bathroom of his mansion. Heat filled the room, and the maid stepped around the warm floor in surprise.

While the small maid marveled at the porcelain, she got pulled towards a table that had been prepared for the coming occasion. Chenna looked all over the strange apparatus and pointed at the large hole at the top end of the table. "What is this hole for, master?"

"That is for your head when you are lying on your stomach, my darling." A soft smile rested on the young vampire's face as he watched his servant's excitement. When she pointed at the smaller hole in the middle of the table, he answered before her question. "That one is for your cock."

"Ah, I see." The curvy lady took Belor's offered hand and climbed atop the special furniture. He carefully guided her to lie on her back so her full front was open for him to cherish.

The vampire took a moment to let his gaze wander over the delicious form of the small maid. Her thick body told a tale of simple strength, which the peasant girl acquired working on the fields, and her skin was kissed by the sun. Those heavy breasts of hers were sagging slightly to the side from the sheer weight alone, and the young woman's shaft stood proudly erect between her legs with its thick girth.

After taking in her heavy arousal, the vampire coated his hands with some of the prepared ointment and moved towards her legs. He would have loved to knead her tits and cock from the start, but the youthful man had promised a massage. Gently, he lifted her feet and worked his way up her figure. This was clearly not his first time doing this, and the pleased breathing of Chenna soon set in.

With strong hands he massaged her feet all over and continued on to her lower legs. As Belor worked out the knots in her body, he realized that nobody had probably done this for her before. Those hard parts were quite tense, but with sensual expertise, he made the small servant more limber.

When he arrived at her chunky thighs, the vampire could not help himself and added soft kisses to his working hands. This maiden deserved to be cherished and not just for his base desires. The tender flesh was soft, and the tips of his fingers sent pleasure throughout her whole form.

"My darling, you are quite worked up. I think you should take more care of yourself." Belor deliberately moved around her throbbing shaft as he planned to put more focus onto it later. As he gripped her smooth stomach, the vampire saw a blissful, flushed expression on her face as she fell under his spell.

Chenna's body was not built to please anyone's gaze but was created by her selfless work, which made her even more attractive than any model in her master's eyes. His hands worked along her sides to not miss any spot until he finally arrived at those mountainous tits.

Despite all of his efforts of self-restraint, the vampire could not stop himself as he grabbed those wonderful orbs and sank his fingers into the yielding flesh. A moan escaped the small woman as he groped her breasts with a greedy look. They had such a delightful give under his ministrations, and her puffy nipples stood erect in the air. His hot breath washed over her skin as the slender undead leaned over and latched his mouth onto a teat.

There was no milk to gain, but that did not stop Belor in the slightest. With lustful hunger, he sucked on her udder while kneading those pillowy tits. The sheen of oil and sweat made Chenna's figure even more enticing as her chest slipped through his fingers. The moans grew more uncontrolled under such passionate work, but the vampire did not forget that her pleasure was at the front now.

His lips switched over to the other tit while he continued that pleasant kneading even without any knots to remove. He listened carefully to her voice to really find those spots that brought her delight and then focused on those very spots. Soon enough the curvy maid was writhing beneath him, but Belor would not let her escape his love.

Eventually, he stopped this sucking and continued his actions over to her shoulders and arms. The undead spent significantly less time on her thick arms but still worked them well enough. Her eyes were hazy from all of this attention, and her mouth was slightly agape.

"I hope this is to your liking, my dear." The small servant could only nod while her breathing grew heavy, and Belor moved over to seal those beautiful lips with his own. Sensual, wet sounds escaped their coupling, and Chenna's form turned even more limp.

After getting his fill of the kiss, the vampire stopped and gently helped her to turn around on the massage table. As he guided her throbbing shaft through the hole, she looked at him with needy desire. "No worries, my darling, I will give that wonderful cock plenty of attention soon enough."

Once more he started from the bottom and worked his hands over her calves with passionate attention. There was so much to love on this chunky woman. His fingertips pushed into the soft flesh of her thighs again, but his next focus this time was her round butt. The sizable cheeks were begging for someone to touch them, and Belor gladly did so.

Just like her tits, her large butt had plenty of give and quickly became slick with all of the oil on his hands. The cheeks slipped around his fingers, and the young man lost himself in the feeling of that squishy meat. Eventually, he parted those two hills to reveal her twitching pucker, and with little thought, he descended down into that heavenly valley.

Sparking gasps and whimpers escaped Chenna while her master worked on her asshole with sensual greed. His tongue worked around the ring and occasionally dipped into the star itself. Belor let go of her ass cheeks, and his head was wonderfully squished between them. The slick attention worked her open nicely, and soon the simple dipping turned into a full-on dive of his velvety muscle into that clenching heat.

The curvy woman could only moan as her hungry master ate her ass with gusto. She was lost in this complete pleasure as the young vampire worked her form like a well-tuned instrument. All kinds of different notes escaped her mouth as he pressed all of her buttons over and over again.

For some reason, she managed to hold onto sanity despite the overwhelming sensation. Her cock throbbed and leaked like crazy, but her peak did not arrive. A chuckle emitted from her master as he had finally stopped diving into her ass. "Do not worry, darling. You will find release whenever I deem it right."

Before Chenna could think about his words, his hands continued their exploration. Slowly, he massaged her back muscles with reverent attention. There was little definition back there but plenty of beef to knead. She had most of her knots back here, and Belor put in much effort to work out every single one.

Finally, the vampire reached her shoulders and arms to find the last spots of displeasure in her body to remove them as well. The small maid felt like pudding after such a thorough massage, but it seems her master was not quite done yet.

"Now, I think I promised you some special attention at your most aching problem; the final step to send you over the edge." His hot breath made her body shiver in delight and he moved from her head all the way down bellow the table. Her magnificent cock had already created a puddle of arousal below them, and her balls were filled to the brim with creamy cum ready to be unleashed.

There was only so much self-control left in the lustful vampire, and he simply engulfed her girthy length with his eager maw. He gripped at the edge of the table and suckled her shaft with greedy delight. The hefty rod stretched his throat open in the most delicious way as the vampire speared himself onto her over and over again. 

Above the table, Chenna had lost control of all of her senses. Her nerves were blank already, and now her master had set them ablaze. With intense pleasure, the small maid's body shivered, and the lewd sucking noise of Belor on her chunky cock filled the bath. "Master!"

Through the hazy lust clouding his mind, the youthful man did not hear or see anything but that delicious piece of meat in front of him. He slurped and sucked her shaft just like he devoured her ass and tits. Every time that unyielding rod opened his throat, the vampire lightened his magic hold over her release that he had put there from the very start.

Another spark of branding desire washed over the maid, and she felt her pent-up balls stretching almost painfully. The whimper that followed was the signal for Belor to break the dam, and a screaming howl of ecstasy escaped her. With overwhelming pleasure, she slammed her hips against the table, and her peak had finally arrived.

Like a hose, that thick cock throbbed with every load of delicious cum that forced its way out of her right into Belor's stomach. An endless amount of semen produced by his own efforts was unleashed from her hefty nuts and nearly spilled out between his lips, but his hungry effort and magic did not waste a single drop.

Eventually the flood ebbed, and Chenna was completely spent, and there was no strength left in her form. Her master emerged from beneath the table with glowing eyes and watched her beautiful figure, which was drenched in sweat and oil. He leaned over her exhausted body with a smile. "You deserved that, darling, because you are such a good girl."

Suddenly a surge of power seared through her as Belor's magic sparked her stamina and cum production back to life. The servant looked back at his lustful smile in confusion. "Did you forget that you wanted to massage me as well? I know that your brain is all mush at the moment, so I don't need you to take care of my full body, but I am feeling rather empty."

The confusion did not fade from her face, and the vampire let out an amused sigh at this simple woman. "I want you to fuck me, Chenna." An eager nod followed his simple instruction, and she lifted herself from the table to make space for him.

Once they had switched positions, the small maid climbed on top of him and rested her ass on his thighs. Her hefty balls and throbbing rod weighed down on his firm butt, and Belor looked back at her with half-lidded eyes. The oily form of the curvy lady was a wonderful sight, and the slim man handed her the rest of the flask.

She popped the bottle open and poured the rest of the liquid over his well-formed back muscles and her own pulsing shaft. Everything turned even more slippery as Chenna leaned over him to rub her curvy figure against his. The combination of her erotic weight, soft tits, and hard cock was an incredible feeling, and a pleased gasp emitted from the young vampire.

Once everything was deliciously messy, the maid leaned up again to nestle her phallus between his asscheeks. Despite the slippery heap that had been created, her engorged crown easily sank into his greedy asshole, and with the extra lube, Chenna basically fell into him. With one swift move, her rod spread him wide, which earned her a moan.

A messy symphony followed as the servant lifted her hips and slammed back down again. All of the liquidy mess they had created now added to the already wet sound of fucking. Her balls smacked against his thighs with every thrust, and Chenna started with a lewd speed. The curvy maid was not known for her sensuality but rather for her more primal instincts.

The massage table rocked with each stroke when she impaled his heavenly insides over and over again. With every plunge, her thick meat easily made space in his tight walls, and yet despite the mess, his sinful body still gripped tightly around her. After that sensual massage and the amazing blowjob, Chenna could not keep this up for long.

She rutted his ass with all of her remaining strength and tested the limits of the table. Belor moaned in blissful delight as the maid chased their combined peaks with all of her feminine might. After another meaty whack against his enchanting form, she released a cute but powerful roar.

A deluge of essence followed, and the vampire could once more feel her massive shaft throbbing with every pulse of release that got pumped into him. Buckets upon buckets of creamy essence escaped the curvy servant as she filled him again and again.

Finally, all the stamina and prowess was gone, and Chenna simply collapsed on top of him. All of her slippery curves weighed him down into the cushions of the table in the most sinful of ways. A pleased smile rested on his face, and he enjoyed the incredible sensation for a while. "You are most wonderful, my darling."

The maid answered with an exhausted smile and rubbed her full, erotic form against her slender master. Belor could feel the oil and other liquids seeping into his skin, and he let out a light chuckle at the mess that they made. "I think a bath would be appropriate."

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The sun shone brightly over the courtyard of the mansion, and Tatjana let her eyes rest on the work she had done today. That small garden looked neat and tidy after her weeding, and a soft smile sparked onto the older lady's face. It had been quite a surprise that there were so many herbs growing around here.

Despite the diligent efforts of the maids, the open place still looked somewhat messy. Wild plants and ranks grew over the stonework and needed an experienced hand to get them in order. With the help of Alftrid and Chenna, the work should be done in no time.

As the elderly witch was enjoying the sun, she heard the heavy breathing of the ladies returning from an excursion. After a few more moments, the gorgeous figures of Kath and Laura turned at the entrance gate. Their sweaty and fit bodies were a sight to behold, and Tatjana had to compliment her master that he convinced his servants to do most of their activities naked.

Laura was clearly more out of breath than the tomboy next to her. Her tall figure was shuddering in exhaustion, and the taunting words of her friend did not help. The fit woman had her usual feisty attitude, and a smug grin rested on the smaller maid's face.

"Come on, big girl, are you really done already? We barely got any decent miles in today, and we haven't even started the stationary training." Kath stretched while teasing her rival and put her athletic body on display. "Well, I am not surprised with your fat tits and heavy cock. If you keep being so lazy, we could roll you around."

"Stop that, you bitch." The tall beauty flinched as a rude finger poked into her breasts, and she tried to keep her curves safe from the tomboy's harassment. Because of the constant touch, Laura's large dick throbbed slightly, not completely displeased by the attention.

A strong hand groped right into the large maid's stomach and made her rolls more expressive than they actually were. The fit woman leaned closer to the other servant, and her voice had a slightly cruel tone. "If you keep getting fatter maybe the boss won't touch you anymore, big girl."

"I think that is enough, Kath." Tatjana had listened to the bickering long enough now, and she felt like stepping in before things escalated too far. A stern look could be seen on the old woman's face, but it had little effect on the tomboy.

Kath rolled her eyes and once more got closer to her friend to whisper into her ear. "Well, I guess being fat is better than being a cranky old hag." The words might have been quiet, but they were still loud enough for the mature lady to hear.

The beautiful wrinkles on the old witch's face got more defined as a polite anger filled her expression. Like a proper lady she lifted herself from the bench and made her way over to the two young ones with a stoic stride. Once she arrived next to the confused maids, the elder dame looked at Kath for a moment.

Suddenly a loud whack filled the courtyard, and the tomboy's eyes widened more in surprise than pain. Reflexively, her hand touched the reddening cheek that just had been slapped in disbelief. "What the fuck do you think you are doing, you old bi..."

She didn't manage to say anything else as Tatjana grabbed the ear of the younger woman and pulled her over towards the bench. Kath could do little against the unholy strength of the matron and simply followed to ease the pain.

"I am going to teach you some manners, you brat. I think the master has been slacking on that matter." Once the witch arrived at the bench again, she sat down and roughly pulled the other maid with her. The motion made the fit servant stumble, and she fell into Tatjana's arms.

For a second, she was held in the old woman's slender but strong arms and was forced to meet her gaze. A spark of arousal was in her own eyes as she realized what was going to happen now. "I am going to give a naughty girl like you a proper spanking. Maybe that will help with your attitude."

With a surprised yelp, Kath got bent over the knees of the aged beauty. A quiver of anticipation went through her fit form, which wasn't missed by Tatjana. The matron had a dark smile on her face, and she took in the delicious figure of the bratty maid. "Actually, I am not so sure if this is going to help, but whatever."

Before the young woman could respond, she was forced to gasp in pain and pleasure as the strong hand came down on her firm behind. The witch held her down and listened to every responsive moan and whimper that came from Kath before bringing her paw down again.

Laura rested her arms on the bench and watched the lewd scene with arousal. The tall lady wasn't sure in which of the positions she would rather be. Either way, her cock was throbbing hard, and the large woman bit her lower lip while enjoying the display.

Tatjana had a strong grip on the soft locks of the fit maid and continued her slightly painful but arousing work. Kath's shaft was aching and leaking against the old lady's uniform, which sparked an amused grin on her face. "Well, as I expected, this probably won't help much, but I guess you deserve it anyway."

Her hands slammed against the red ass of the tomboy once more, but this time the older beauty rests it right there. Instead of going for another whack, she rubbed her fingers into the cleft of Kath's cheeks, and the tips wandered over Kath's quivering star. "You needed that, didn't you? To get bent over and treated like the naughty girl that you are. I bet you would love it if Belor would do that to you from time to time."

The other maid's face grew beet-red from Tatjana's words, and she tried to deny the statement that was so true. Her excuse got interrupted by a lustful moan as the exploring fingers breached her ring.

A chuckle came from the mature lady as she gave her younger colleague a more sensual fingering. "There is no need to deny it, sweetheart. I can only validate your wishes because the master bends me over all the time. But he wouldn't spank you roughly, no, he would fuck you deep and tenderly."

Kath could feel her mind slip into a lustful haze under the passionate, whispered words of Tatjana. The witch pushed her fingers deep into that greedy hole and slightly scissored them apart for a pleasant stretch. "It is divine when he plunges his wonderful cock deep into you while his loving arms hold you close so that you can not escape his desires. He always whispers delightful and sincere words of devotion into my ears when fucking my brains out. I have never experienced anything like it."

A needy whimper escaped the tomboy as she came undone under the actions of the mature witch. "His strong hands would grip into all of your curves possessively as his deep strokes send you into a blissful heaven. Like a honeyed drug, his voice would reach your mind and hypnotize you into wanting more of his love."

Two fingers found their way into the gaping maw of the lost maid, and instinctively she sucked on them while her prostate was assaulted. "You want that as well, don't you, sweetheart? To be his and for him to be yours. To make your mind meld under his passionate attention, whether he fucks you or you fuck him. I can see how you look at him all the time. Don't deny it."

A muffled moan of agreement made the old woman smile, and she increased her efforts of finger-fucking her younger colleague. It didn't take much more until Kath reached her peak.

Her balls grew tight to her body, churning with searing seed. It was a waste as her load splattered against the skirt of the matron and the ground, but the blank mind of the fit maid had little care for such things. With shivering delight, her body responded to all those lustful words and actions.

Once Kath was completely spent, Tatjana pulled the athletic woman into her loving arms. A soft kiss followed onto the forehead of the exhausted maid as she nuzzled into the clothed tits and took in the old lady's scent.

With a lustful blush that had a hint of embarrassment, Kath slowly calmed down from the experience. She lifted her head and gave the old lady a sudden, deep tongue kiss. For many seconds the deep connection lasted as they tasted each other before the tomboy pulled away. "Fuck you, old hag."

The old hag in question could only chuckle at the brazen words and gently caress the head of the tomboy. "You are welcome, my dear."

Behind them Laura cleared her throat, and the two women looked up at the tall maid who had witnessed the whole spectacle. A brazen desire rested in her eyes, and her breathing was heavy. "So, uhm, could you do that to me as well?"

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Intara looked up when the two slender maids returned with the promised tea and gave them a soft smile. Carefully, she tested the flavored liquid and gently put it down on the table because it was still too hot. "Thank you very much. It tastes wonderful. So what did you need from me?"

The two servants sat down on the plush chairs opposite the mature morph, and Alftrid made a motion towards Kyra for the younger woman to take the word. After a quick nod to her friend, the pretty maid looked over at the curvy shaman. "We were wondering if you could answer a few questions that we have. You see, Alftrid and I are currently training in the arcane arts, and as you are a spellcaster of sorts, we assumed that you knew more about the matter."

A confused look rested on Intara's face at the strange words. "Spellcaster? Arcane arts? I am not sure I can follow you. What do those words mean?"

Kyra raised an eyebrow, and her eyes focused closer on the morph in front of her. She clearly saw energy emitting from the mature doe lady, which puzzled her. "Do you not cast magic, Intara? What does a shaman do, actually?"

"Oh, I mainly deal with the spiritual things going on in our tribe. I commune with the ancestor if we are in need of guidance, converse with the people, or hold rituals and festivals." The shaman smiled politely at the young woman and took another small sip from the slightly cooler tea.

"You can speak with the dead? Does that mean you are some sort of necromancer?" Excitement sparked in Alftrid's eyes at the explanation of Intara, but it also died down just as quickly as once more confusion set.

"Necromancer? I am not sure what that is. I simply enough connect with the spirit world and call for my kin. It is quite dangerous because there are plenty of evil spirits that mean harm to the living. I think those walking dead people in this house are some of them. I would be careful." The words grew more conspiratorial, and the morph leaned closer while looking around.

After another shared look, the two servants let out a disappointed sigh. Kyra quickly smiled at Intara again. "I see. Could you explain how these rituals work and how to do them? Maybe they are quite similar to what we call spells and magic."

"Hm, I can tell you the process, but I will not go into detail. These are secrets of my people, and I usually only tell them to the shaman who comes after me." With a thoughtful touch to her lip, the mature woman thought for a second. "Let me give you an example. When the daughter of the chief fell ill because of evil spirits, the chief urged me to consult with the ancestors."

It takes a moment for Intara to remember the exact details. "After I prepared the colors and herbs to mark my body, I stepped into the spirit realm to converse with the shaman before me. When I found her, she told me to burn mugwort and prepare a salve. I followed the instructions and covered the forehead and chest area of the chief's daughter while burning the herb. It took me a few hours, but Lily got better soon after now that the evil spirits were gone."

Alftrid scratched her nose after the retelling in thought. "That does not sound all that different from the larger rituals that Charles told me about, although we do them to achieve something different. We have to do some arcane sigils that protect the caster from the creatures that we create until they are completely under our control."

"You summon evil spirits? I would be careful with that. One of my ancestors did that and brought great misfortune upon our people." Once more the shaman's words grew to a whisper, but she also gave the two humans a sorry smile. "Maybe this is not quite what you do with your magic."

After a quick thought, her face lit up. "Actually, maybe there is something similar. My people have rituals to improve fertility and virility. I think your master, the Pale Prince, does the same thing, but he is much more powerful than me. With a simple visit of his, the whole tribe fell into rut, and my people bred for many days. He is a great blessing to my tribe."

The two maids returned the smile, all too familiar with what the morph is talking about. A giggle escaped Kyra, and Alftrid smiled at the older lady. "We actually don't know how he does that ourselves, but we have felt this effect many times. It can be quite... excessive."

Suddenly the younger maid gave her friend a wicked smile, and Alftrid quickly realized what she had in mind. "You know what, Intara, we would love it if you told us more about these rituals of fertility and virility. If you could teach us some of them, we could share more of our secrets with you."

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Evening had fallen over the mansion, and the mortal maids finished cleaning up. Belor rested in one of the many rooms in front of a blazing fire and stared into the flames in thought while resting on a comfortable armchair. Occasionally his gaze drifted over to the beautiful figure of Tatjana sitting next to him.

The old woman was knitting something that looked like wooly gloves with a peaceful expression on her face. It was a display of domesticity that the vampire had not seen in the witch before. "What are you making there, my darling?"

"Gloves for the other girls. Autumn is slowly arriving, and I intend to make some more clothing for them. You might enjoy seeing them play around with their flimsy dresses, but I don't think you want them to catch a cold, and yes, I am acting like a senior lady right now." Her fingers moved with aged efficiency, and a soft smile rested on her face.

With a grin, the lithe master watched her for a while. "I am quite surprised that you are so concerned about their well-being after the spanking you gave Kath and Laura today. Care to tell me why Kath tried to hide from me for the rest of the day?"

Not once did Tatjana stop her work while holding a conversation. "She will tell you eventually, sweetheart. Besides, I think you already know why. Either way, I think you are too loose with them. Young ladies, especially horny ones like that, need a strong hand to guide them from time to time before they grow too feisty."

 "But that is the very reason why I brought them to my mansion. I like them that way." With a giggle, Belor let his gaze wander over the scene. For a short moment, his eyes stopped at the skeletal figure of Charles standing silently nearby as always, ready to serve his master whenever needed.

"I assume the guest room has been prepared, Charles?" The young vampire got a short nod, but the skeleton's hollow sockets rested longer than usual on his master's face. "What is it?"

"I think your plan is rather rash, master. It is a risk to get those two close to each other even with your wit and charm. You are playing with fire." Despite the lack of emotions in the empty voice, the concern could still be felt.

"Mother did not react to my subtle nudge of leaving for a while, and things are already set in motion. Besides, I think I can handle the situation." Despite the confident words Charles knew that the vampire was unsure himself.

Tatjana had been following the conversation and felt the tension in the air. When Belor stared into the fire again, she stopped her knitting for a moment. "You two could be a bit more open about what you are talking about. Are we expecting a guest?"

A slight chuckle escaped the slender figure, and he looked over to the gorgeous matron. "I think guest is a bit far-fetched. Rabid dog would be a more appropriate expression."