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Castle Dimitrescu
'I can't remember the last time I actually got decent sleep.' Damian yawned, trudging like a zombie through one of the dozens of halls that layered the humongous manor. It had been a little over a week, or so he thought, since his terrifying arrival in these strange lands. Time was slowly becoming nonexistent to him, no longer finding any meaning to it, forced to slave away at whatever his vampiric masters ordered him to do. When he had first awoken after spending his first night with Lady Dimitrescu, there had been what looked to be a butler uniform laid out for him on the bed; a black tailcoat jacket with a soft satin collar, a long-sleeved white dress shirt already buttoned up towards the collar, neatly pressed black slacks, and the nicest pair of black leather shoes he had ever seen before. All of it was neatly folded for him with a signed note from Alcina and her daughters with what looked to be red ink.
At least he had hoped it was only red ink…
Since it was nearly nine in the morning, breakfast time for the Dimitrescu clan, and he was almost late, looking to the grandfather clock stationed inside the main hall and saw that it was eleven minutes till nine. There were a few other servants there, only women oddly enough, but they were tasked with keeping the other rooms of the castle clean and spotless. He had seen what happened when there was so much as a spot of dust sticking to anything, remembering Cassandra slap a poor village girl for mistakenly forgetting to clean the backside of the main hall's grandfather clock. Damian could see the girl in question wiping every crack and crevice of it, tears in her eyes, as he passed by. She looked at him, brown doe eyes clinging to him fearfully, but he could not save her. He couldn't even save himself.
Upon stepping through the large ornate doors that lead to the dining area, Damian saw that Lady Dimitrescu was already present, dressed in a creamy nylon robe with a white lacy suspender dress covering her top half. He gulped at the gorgeous sight, staring directly at her giant breasts that were clinging to the dress for dear life. "Good morning, my lady." Damian greeted her, bowing just like he had been taught to by Daniela on his first day. It was mostly Daniela, the youngest of the three daughters, who instructed him on what and what not to do when it came to dealing with her mother. She was perhaps the closest thing he had to a friend here in this castle. The other servants mostly kept to themselves, not that he could blame them. They were all deathly afraid of possibly offending any of their vampiric overlords, any who did seem to be sent off to the dungeon never to be seen again. Damian shuddered at the horrific thoughts that bubbled inside his mind, dissipating once he heard the deep voice of Alcina.
"Good morning, Mr. Rosso." Alcina looked him up and down, not-so-subtly licking her lips at him. "My, don't you look ravishing today. I could just eat you up." She chuckled huskily, her fangs glistening under the candlelight. "Don't be shy, come closer. My daughters have yet to fully awaken, so it gives you time to ready the table." One of her large hands reached over towards her goblet, the gilded gold illuminating from the fire of the candlesticks and poured herself some wine. Her eyes never left Damian as he hurriedly worked to make the table look nice and clean, nostrils flaring in hunger and lust for her newest pet.
It had been a few days since their last coupling and her womb was aching for more potent sperm. Whenever the urge to mate arose within her aged body, Damian was the first person she called for. In the past it would have been a maiden or even one of her daughters she'd call to please her, but that would happen twice a year at most. However, with her new pet, it seemed that impulses she thought long destroyed were digging themselves back up. Alcina tilted her head, glancing towards the bulge that was protruding out from Damian's pants. She'd made his slacks a few sizes shorter just for this very reason. There was even a debate amongst her and her daughters about whether or not he should even be wearing clothes. The decision was split with Daniela being the deciding factor and the clothes (sadly) were given to Damian as he slept.
As Damian finished setting the table, arranging the plates and utensils as straight as he could, he felt the strong gaze of his domineering owner pointed at him. Quietly he gulped, his cock stiffening beneath his trousers. Though his mind knew better, his flesh was weak, which Alcina knew far too well. The fear was feeble when compared to his lust, his desire for more of Lady Dimitrescu and her body, her kisses, her licks, even her bites. After the first night, her bites felt less painful, almost pleasurable, as her lips suckled on his neck or one of his arms. Damian, knowing what she wanted from him, turned to her, already unbuckling his pants.
"Good boy." Alcina smirked, scootching her chair back, as she grabbed the goblet, downing it in one go. "Mmm, nothing like a fine wine to start the day. But I'm still feeling quite famished" Handing the empty glass towards her human pet, sneering sanguinely, she waited until he grabbed it before relaxing back into her chair. "Do try to be quick. I'd rather finish before my daughters come down to eat. The last thing I want is their appetite to be ruined." Her grin grew, watching her pet's cock flop out of his pants, murmuring hungrily as its veins bulged along his shaft. "…That and I'd rather not share."
"Of course…m-my lady." Damian hastily added that last part in, knowing now to show respect whenever he talked to Lady Dimitrescu. That was another helpful nugget of information he had gained from Daniela. And all he had to do to gain it was eat her out for only an hour. A fair trade in his opinion, even if it was terrifying, at least at first. He wasn't oblivious to the odd infatuation that the middle-child of the Dimitrescu clan seemed to have for him, not like she made any attempt to hide it. Thankfully, along with Daniela, both the matriarch and the youngest, Bela, seemed to have no qualm with Damian. Sadly however, it was the oldest, Cassandra, who liked to torture and harass him, which was practically every day.
Daniela had warned him to stay as far away from her as possible, following her advice to the letter, and made sure that he was at least several rooms removed from the elder sibling. He prayed that Cassandra would skip breakfast, which she would oft do on colder days such as today, preferring to bundle herself in her room rather than risk a cold breeze. Damian was still unsure why exactly the three sisters were averse to the cold weather, remembering the scarily strict instructions given to him by Alcina, where she warned that if any of her daughters were harmed because of him, then it would be his head. And not the one that stood between his shoulders. Once more, Damian gulped, his erection flopping in his hand, as the fear made it lose its hardness.
"What's the matter? Why are you getting soft?" Alcina demanded, slamming a hand against her chair's armrest. Seeing him step back in terror, she sighed, rolling her eyes. "Again with the fear, Damian? As much as I enjoy teasing you with death, you have nothing to be afraid of. All I want is my daily cup of cum, so out with it already."
"S-Sorry, my lady-"
"Please, just call me Alcina. At least when we're in private."
"Okay, A-Alcina. It's just that…if you don't mind, would you mind if I used your…" Damian stopped, his eyes venturing towards the deep, stretching valley of Alcina's grey-skinned cleavage.
Alcina grinned, knowing just where he was looking. After all, she specifically chose this attire for that very reason. "My breasts, Damian? Is that what got you all terrified? Were you just scared to ask? Oh, Damian, my sweet, come here." She cackled quietly, watching him waddle over to her with his cock in hand and the goblet in the other. "How could I deny such a cute little face?" Alcina reached forward with a massive hand, cupping Damian's cheeks with her fingers. "You should know that I would do anything for my pets, Damian. Anything at all…" She squeezed harder, leaning near his ear, and whispered, "…provided they always do as I say. Do just that and I'll coddle you like no other." Chuckling, Lady Dimitrescu licked his earlobe, kissing his cheek affectionately as she looked into his eyes. "Do we have an understanding, my sweet?"
Damian nodded so fast that he thought his head would fly clean off. "Yes, my-erm, Alcina."
"Your Alcina? My, that's quite presumptuous of you. Is that what you want? For me to be yours?"
"N-No! Not at all! I-I would never presume such a thing. I just meant-"
Alcina stopped him by raising a hand in the air. "Enough, it was merely a jest. Of course I could never belong to you, for you are mine to own. Mine and mine alone." She picked him up by his arms, making sure his feet were secure on her armrests, before sliding his surprisingly meaty cock between her gigantic tits. As big as his phallus was, it was nothing compared to the gargantuan size of her breasts. "Do you have a family, Damian?"
"Huh?" Damian was taken aback by the sudden question, grunting in pleasure as Alcina's bosom snuggled his penis neatly between them. Nothing could compare to Lady Dimitrescu's proportions, especially when it came to her breasts. Often in times of sleeplessness, he would dream that his pillow was one of her tits, and his blankets were her arms, wrapping him tightly inside a snuggle. 'What is wrong with me? I need to escape, not lust for these women. I-I…' He opened his mouth to speak, finding himself at a loss for words, and moaned as his hips thrusted slowly forward, smooshing against his master's giant rack. "I don't know." Damian finally said. "I never knew them." Instead of reacting with sympathy for his plight of never knowing his parents, Damian saw Alcina's lips stretch into a mollified grin.
"Good. I wouldn't want it getting into your head about any foolish escape attempts. From now on, we are your family, and as such, should be the only important people in your lives. Is that understood?" The tone in Alcina's voice told Damian that he had no choice but to agree, simply nodding his head. "Very good. Now be a good boy and milk yourself for me. Mommy is quite thirsty for her pet's scrumptious 'milk' inside her mouth. Be sure to fill the goblet when you're ready." She grabbed the glass from him, holding it to the side, while she watched him ram himself stupid against her tits. Pathetic as the sight was, seeing him struggle to thrust inside her cleavage, she couldn't help but find amusement in his actions.
When he had first arrived, there was nothing but indifference in her blackened heart, caring little if he died or not. Now that she had gotten to know him a bit more, or to be more accurate, learned just how sexually compatible they were together, Alcina found herself growing more attached to Damian, like one would a dog. 'As long as he's loyal like one, then there should be no issue. Cassandra will be disappointed that we won't be draining his body dry of all his blood, so she'll have to be content with his cum instead.' She cooed, feeling Damian's nails scratch against her nipples, as he clawed at her breasts. "Are you that desperate to cum, Damian? Or are you just that happy to fuck my tits again?"
"Both!" Damian answered, panting, as sweat started pooling on his forehead. He loosened the bowtie that was wrapped around his collar, tossing it behind him and opened up his shirt. It managed to alleviate some of the heat that was surmounting in his body, but the sweat wouldn't stop, dripping a bit onto Alcina's lingerie. "I'm sorry, Alcina-"
"It's fine, just hurry up and finish. I have plenty more where this came from." Alcina waved him off, her hunger pangs causing her to become more irritable. Still, as soon as she mentioned her backlog of lingerie, the vampiress felt his cock twitch sporadically between her chest. Lady Dimitrescu couldn't help but grin at his body's involuntary reaction to her statement, once again finding him pathetically adorable. "Does that arouse you, Damian? Imagining me in all manner of naughty underwear. I have an entire closest filled to the brim with negligees and see-through robes that I've never showed anyone." She lowered her voice, bringing it to a husky, shallow tone, "Would you like me to try them all on for you?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Damian shouted, scaring some of the maids that were passing by the dining room, but he didn't care. Even if it was all a ruse for him to ejaculate quicker, just the prospect of being able to see Lady Dimitrescu in more lingerie had his heart pumping, as well as his cock growing another inch. His hips never stopped pumping as he rammed himself further into Alcina's tits, listening to the wild jiggling of them echo throughout the dining hall. Lust overflowing his senses, Damian had the gall to make yet another request. "A-Alcina, I'm close! Can I just…Can I kiss you before I cum?"
Alcina smirked incredulously from the odd appeal, but couldn't find it in herself to deny it. The thought of making out with her human pet as he came between her tits had her own heart pumping excitedly. "Hmm, I suppose I can acquiesce for my darling pet. For some reason, I just can't resist those cute eyes of yours. Here, bring your lips to me, my sweet." Her tone changed from demanding to motherly, luring him to her before she devoured his lips with hers. The kiss was filled with just as much hunger as there was lust, both ravaging the insides of the other's mouths with their greedy tongues, spilling saliva beneath their open mouths. The tongue-play caused Alcina's cunt to become wet, dripping noisily from down her chair, while Damian's dick throbbed intensely between her tits.
"Aaaaaaagh! A-Ahhhhhh!" Damian screamed, his body shuddering as he felt his orgasm surging. It came out in a powerful torrent of semen, happening so quick that he couldn't warn Alcina to raise her glass in time. His eyes rolled back as he started ejaculating from Lady Dimitrescu's titjob, spurting his cum crazily onto her chest, with some managing to find itself way into her open maw. "Alcinaaaaaaaa! Fuck! Uuuuuuuh!" His sperm kept coming out, drenching the vampire's veiny bosom with his seed. Even as his balls were emptied, he never quit his impetuous humping, wanting desperately for her to milk every last drop from his balls. It took several minutes but once Damian was tapped out, he stopped, removing his still-erect cock from her cleavage.
Alcina's eyes widened in glee at her human's erection remaining firm and stiff, even after an intense orgasm. She began scooping the puddles of semen that were glued to her chest and pouring what she could back into her gilded goblet. Thanks to her heightened senses, her ears heard quiet buzzing near the far corner of the dining room, and grinned playfully. Alcina knew her daughters like the back of her hand, voyeuristic and lustful, and figured they had been watching for at least the backend of her and Damian's morning milking. 'I wonder who they were more turned on by, our new pet's hugely jaw-dropping erection, or their mother's massive milky breasts? They always love to suckle on the latter, and from what I hear some nights, the former now as well.'
Raising the semi-filled glass to her mouth, Lady Dimitrescu gulped down the remainder of Damian's cum down her gullet, never breaking eye contact with him as she did so. Once she was finished, she lowered the cup to the table, hearing the low, horny breaths of her pet emanate towards her. Feeling a few strands clinging to the upper part of her blood-red lips, Alcina lapped it away with her tongue, seductively licking the sticky globs of human semen into her mouth. "Delicious as always, Damian. You may leave now." She waved him away with a flick of her wrist, her desires now sated and whetted. But as he began fastening his pants and readjusting his shirt, Alcina added, "When you hear the clock in the hall ring ten times, be in front of my room. Naked. Is that understood?"
Damian nodded, ever eager to fuck his vampiric mistress.
Alcina grinned at the boy's enthusiasm, blowing him a kiss, "Good boy."
Cassandra was the one who claimed him for the afternoon, dragging Damian away from the dining table as soon as she was finished with her meal. She took him to her bedroom and tossed him onto a nearby chair, one that faced right by the fireplace. "Light it." The second eldest of the Dimitrescu sisters commanded, never taking her eyes off him as Damian went to work. "There are matches on top of the easel. Hurry, I'm feeling a draft." She enjoyed ordering their new slave around. The way he squirmed every time she drew near, gnashing her teeth at him, it was downright laughable. It was only made sweeter by the fact that Daniela had such an obvious crush on the young man.
"Have you fucked my sister yet?" Cassandra asked pointblank, startling the human, which caused him to anxiously fumble the lit match in his hand, burning himself. She hummed contently as she saw the match fall onto the charred wood, igniting, and illuminated her room with an orange glow.
"W-What?!" Damian jumped, flapping his burned hand in the air, and blew on it softly.
"You heard me. Daniela, you fucked her yet? I know you haven't fucked Bela yet."
"How do you…why do you even care?" Damian asked. Out of all the three sisters, it was Cassandra he feared the most, her sadism outmatching her other two siblings. His eyes drifted to the exit, wondering if he should just bolt, but deep down he knew there was no escape. Cassandra would catch him and would gladly use it as an excuse to hurt him, or worse, just kill him and play it off like he was trying to escape the castle. 'The safest thing I can do is dance to her tune and play whatever sick game she's concocting in her mind.'
Shrugging, Cassandra giggled maniacally and grabbed the front of her cloak, pulling it down to give the human a frontal view of her pale chest. Her cackles became more pronounced at seeing his eyes widen in surprise from her sudden flashing. "Because today is the day you're fucking me and I don't want my slutty sisters' sloppy seconds. Don't get me wrong, I do adore them, but it's always the middle child that gets screwed over on all the gifts." Cassandra sneered. "You'd understand if you had a family that actually cared enough to raise you."
Damian's hand twitched, almost forming into a fist, before catching himself and knew that anger would only get him into trouble. "Does it seriously give you that much pleasure in messing with people?" He couldn't stand her, regardless of how pretty she was underneath all that dried blood that was smeared across her face. The way she treated others, like they were scum, beneath her, it made him sick. But Damian knew better than to verbalize his thoughts, knowing the horrors that awaited him if he spoke up.
"Yes. Yes it does." Cassandra smirked as she unfurled her robe, letting it fall to her feet, and revealed her ashen body to her human pet. She laughed derisively at the stupid-looking expression that Damian gave her upon seeing her nude form. Her eyes then lowered towards his pelvis where a peculiar bulge was growing, commenting, "So there's the meatstick that Mother can't stop raving about. Hmph, on the day after you arrived here, I advocated for your death, figuring you were just another disappointing manthing. But color me surprised when Mother informed that not only would you be staying here permanently as our pet, but that you also had some sort of inflated stamina as well."
Cassandra stepped forward, not giving the human a second to even think about escaping, and dug a hand underneath his pants, grasping his pulsing dick between her palm. "Hmm, so Mother wasn't lying about your size. You're definitely bigger than the last petulant male we had here in our home. To think they make men with penises smaller than my index finger, how pathetic." She gripped his cock harder, chuckling at how he writhed from the torment. "Fair warning, if you disappoint me, I'll rip your giant meatstick and feed it to the wolves." With the threat out of the way, the ashen vampire tore away his pants, leaving his lower body exposed. "Oooo~ it looks even bigger under firelight!" Cassandra licked her lips hungrily and proceeded to rub his shaft roughly. She pressed her forehead onto Damian's, locking her eyes onto his, grinning psychotically as her golden irises stared intently at him.
"You're mine." Cassandra whispered, her breath reeking of rot and blood. "Say it. Say you're mine."
Damian, terrified, complied, "I-I'm yours, Cassandra."
"Good. Very good." Cassandra raised her hand towards his head, laughing at how he flinched, and gently pet him, which seemed to startle him even more than if she had struck him. "What? I can be nice too." She could tell that he didn't believe her, irking her slightly, and put a bit more pressure in her grip, causing him to grunt in pain. "It's just that tormenting people is so much fun. People I don't care about anyways. The weak and pathetic were made to be tortured, isn't that what nature intended?"
Damian almost opened his mouth to rebuke such a statement, but the insane look in Cassandra's eyes stopped him in his tracks. Instead, he chose to simply nod his head in assent, which seemed to make the woman oddly happy.
"So you agree? Truly?" Cassandra could hardly contain her giddiness, speeding up her strokes in the process. The weight of Damian's cock, barely managing to wrap her fingers around it, made her insanely wet for him, juices flowing down her pale thighs. She moved her face closer to him, taking a loud whiff of his scent, her eyes twitching with how wonderful he smelled. Her body convulsed, orgasming quietly from the intoxicating aroma of both his blood and his fear. 'No wonder is so enraptured with him. I can hardly control myself that it's driving me insane. Or, well more so anyways.' Unable to stop her instincts, the vampiress nibbled on his neck, drawing a few drops of blood, and sucked them into her mouth. "Mmm, you taste divine~! Like ambrosia mixed with the heavenly nectar of Mother's milk."
"W-What did you just-" Damian wasn't able to find out the perplexing comparison due to Cassandra suddenly pushing her lips onto his, voraciously using her tongue to dominate his mouth. To have called this a kiss would have been a grave inaccuracy, for this was more akin to a predator trying to devour their innocent prey. Although the contrast was there, he couldn't deny that it somehow felt good to be doing…whatever this was with Cassandra. Her fangs pinched his lips, as her tongue wrestled his, while her hand never stopped jerking him off. All while the crackling of the fire burned behind them, enveloping their bodies in a fiery glow. This went on for quite some time until Damian could feel his orgasm surging, that was until Cassandra suddenly squeezed the base of his shaft painfully. "AHHHH!" He yelled, afraid that he had somehow disappointed her and that she really was about to rip off his member. Thankfully, it seemed like that wasn't the case as she eased up on her grip, and he sighed in quiet relief.
"I don't want you wasting your semen to stain the floor. Your little man-sperm deserve a more…worthy abode." Cassandra leered, gnashing her teeth playfully, and felt his penis twitch in her hand. "Looks like your cock knows where I'm taking about. Perhaps this is where your brain truly lies, hmm?" She giggled maliciously, still stroking him slowly. "Mother always used to say that penises were men's true forms and the rest of you is worthless meat. Is that true?" Chuckling darkly, the vampiress nibbled his neck again, peppering it with light kisses as she lapped up more of his blood that oozed out of his punctures.
Damian wanted to deny such an outrageously false claim but couldn't find the strength to rebuke it. 'Perhaps Lady Dimitrescu isn't so far off after all.' His lust was the thing that kept him silent, not wanting the lovely, sadistic vampire to stop. He wrapped his arms around her pallid form, resting his hands atop her lovely ass cheeks. Her cursed laugh echoed in his ears and made him harder as he squeezed them gently, trying not to antagonize or anger Cassandra. They felt warm to the touch, heavy and plump too.
"Do you like my ass?" Cassandra asked crudely, whispering lowly as she nibbled on his earlobe.
"Yes." Damian answered quickly, figuring that it was just best to tell her what she wanted to hear. Although it wasn't as if he was being untruthful, since the vampire's rear was indeed fantastic. "Your ass is amazing, Cassandra. I'm honored to be able to touch it." More giggles burst out of her, giddy ones, but still just as frightening as her normal laughs. He managed to get one last fondle in before he was pushed onto the nearby chair with Cassandra leaping onto his lap. Damian grunted, both in pain and in pleasure, as the brunette grinded her crotch against his shaft. Her slippery folds tickled his bulging veins as they rubbed against his cock, almost like they were kissing it. "C-Cassandra!" He called out her name, holding onto her waist, while trying to make sure he didn't cum right away.
Cassandra herself was already getting off by Damian's pained expression, knowing that he was horny for her. Regardless of whether he hated her or not, as if she cared, his body was flesh and flesh was weak, especially a man's. "The only thing you're worth is this dick. That and your precious blood." She growled, still rubbing his cock with her cunt. As much as she detested men, not even she could fight her own carnal instincts. Mating. While not as important as eating, herself and her sisters needed it almost as badly. Unfortunately, the men in the village, if they could even be called that, only ever lasted for an hour, if they were lucky. But the fact that Damian handled their mother, a woman of gigantic proportions with an appetite that matched her height, was incredible, not that she'd ever say it to the man in question. Finally, having tortured him enough, she finally enveloped the tip of his dick and slid slowly down until it was fully inside of her.
The two moaned in unison, their bodies writhing in pleasure, and quickly started moving. Each could not stand the other, save for physical attraction, but their bodies didn't care about their antagonistic feelings. Neither a cock nor a cunt had emotions that weighed them down, only nerves to stimulate themselves for the purposes of sexual gratification. Human or vampire, it didn't matter, both were built to fuck. Cassandra gnashed her teeth again, laughing maniacally, and held herself up by gripping the chair's stand. The combined weight of themselves caused it to strain against the floor, scraping loudly inside the room. Their naked bodies began to perspire as the intensity of their grinding and thrusting went on and on, seconds turning into minutes, as the clock that loomed over them ticked over and over.
Their eyes locked together, one pair insane and sadistic and the other terrified yet incredibly aroused. As Cassandra started to thrust her head towards him, Damian thought that she was coming to suck his blood again, but was surprised when she kissed him instead. While not gentle or affectionate, unlike Alcina's which could be like that mixed with undertones of maternal tenderness, it still felt good to kiss her back, wrestling his tongue with hers. His hands reached up to cup her breasts, squeezing them, as his hips thrusted along with the vampire's gyrations. Moans began interweaving with their kisses, showing that the two were indeed satisfying the other.
The taste of dried blood, like old pennies, flooded Damian's mouth, figuring that it was because of the goblets of blood that Cassandra had ingested prior to this. It tasted horrendous, yet the intoxicating aroma of her sweat and scent overpowered his tastebuds, along with the tightness of her cunt. Like slippery fangs, her ribbed insides assaulted his engorged shaft, searching for every possible weak point that would lead to a quick ejaculation. He knew that after he came once, that this wouldn't end here. Not until Cassandra was fully satisfied. 'I just hope my earlier milking from Alcina doesn't hurt me in the end.' Flicking her nipples with his thumbs, he tried focusing on her erogenous zones to at least make her cum quickly. Feeling her convulse softly on top of him, along with her pussy suddenly squeezing him even more tight, he got the impression that he was on the right track.
Minutes turned into an hour with Cassandra still riding him. The manthing refused to cum, both angering and impressing her. Before this, the longest anyone had lasted inside of her had only been five minutes, so this was an incredible feat by those pitiful standards. 'Perhaps Mother was right about him after all.' Finding a modicum of respect building for the manthing she was fucking, she kissed him again, giggling as his fingers tickled her teats. By the way his cock was twitching inside of her, she figured he was reaching his limit. Breaking away from their liplock, she looked intently at him, stroking his face with her nails. "Cum." That was all she said. All she needed to say before Damian moaned, ejaculating seconds afterwards, and flooded her womb with his human sperm. Even as he went on cumming, Cassandra never stopped riding him, grating her hips against his, while shivering from her own orgasms.
"Cassandra!" Damian moaned her name again and again, now holding her hips to keep them both steady. She held herself close to him, cooing as more gushes of cum spurted into her pussy. 'Is this safe? Can I even get someone like her pregnant?' Ashamed as he was to admit it, the thought did arouse him, imagining the sadistic brunette with a swelled belly, carrying his child. He shook the thought away. There was no way he could accept that. Still, the lewd thought stayed resolute in the back of his mind with dreams of a pregnant Alcina popping into his head, which turned him on like mad. Grunts of passion exhaled from him, pumping upwards a couple more times, before slumping back onto the chair.
"Aww, I can feel you shrinking." Cassandra cackled, pushing herself off him, and stood above him, watching as trickles of her juices and his cum leaked out of her. A loud sloshing noise was heard as his flaccid cock popped out of her and drooped onto his thigh. She poked it with one of her toes, giggling as Damian moaned from her toe-tickling. "From thick and meaty to soft and tiny. Men's bodies are so peculiar." Shrugging, the brunette took a seat back down onto his lap, her ass nestling the crook of his wilted penis between her cheeks.
"W-What are you doing?" Damian panted. He really hoped that she wasn't expecting another round, needing at least an hour of rest.
Cassandra ignored his inquiry, focusing instead on the blazing fire in front of her. She let out a content sigh, her body satisfied, and stretched her arms up into the air. "You weren't bad. For a human anyways." That was all she said before getting up. Without another word, the vampiric brunette grabbed her cloak, giving him one last look as she clenched her teeth into a terrifying grin, and shut the door behind her.
Damian, exhausted and thankful just to be alive, let out a sigh of relief. 'Two vampires down…two more to go…'