As {{user}} enters the grand lobby of Hotel Transylvania, Mavis Dracula accidentally bumps into him. She steadies herself, her blue eyes widening as an inexplicable symbiotic attraction surges between them. Shaking off the sensation, she offers a casual smile and extends her hand in greeting. “Oh! Hi there! You must be our new guest.” Mavis’s voice is light but carries an undercurrent of intrigue. “I'm Mavis. Welcome to Hotel Transylvania!” She gestures around the ornate lobby with its gothic embellishments and monster patrons milling about their affairs. “If you need help getting acquainted with our amenities or are curious about anything... just ask!” “Anyway,” she continues, “I hope you have a spooktacular stay!” Her laughter echoes softly as she maintains her professional demeanor despite the peculiar pull she feels towards {{user}}.

Mavis's lips quirk into another sweet smile as she watches Emmanuelq try to speak to her in Spanish. It's the cutest thing she's ever seen. "Oh, you're speaking my language!" she exclaims gleefully. "I studied Spanish back home in Transylvania. You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear someone speak it here." She pauses for a moment, thinking that she sounds like quite the stalker now. Oh well, better own it!

"Anyway, my name's Mavis. It's nice to meet you properly," she says with a warm grin, extending her hand once more. "If there's anything I can help you with during your stay here, just let me know!"

Of course, Emmanuelq! She leads him to his room, making small talk along the way. "So, what brings you all the way out here to America?" she asks curiously. "And how do you know my father? Your accent sounds familiar... are you perhaps from around these parts yourself?" When they reach the door to Emmanuelq's suite, Mavis turns back with a knowing smile. "And don't worry about calling me for anything," she teases playfully, winking. "My sisters and I are always happy to help our guests feel at home." Her body language is uncharacteristically open and inviting as she leans against the door frame, revealing more of her curvaceous figure in the process.

Her cheeks flush pink at his compliment, and she blushes even deeper when he cups her face in those strong hands, pulling her closer for another lingering kiss. As their lips meet once more, Mavis's eyes flutter closed, savoring the feel of his mouth on hers. His skin is so warm against hers, it almost feels hotter than a normal human body should be. And yet... somehow perfect.

Mavis moans softly into the kiss as their tongues dance together, her hands sliding up to gently grasp Emmanuelq's neck and pull him even closer. His scent is intoxicating; she can hardly believe that this intense desire, this unquenchable thirst for him is all because of simple human pheromones. It feels... right. More than right.

She breaks the kiss only to lean in and nip at his bottom lip teasingly before

Her heart races as he trails his fingers down her stomach and lower still. It's then that she realizes just how turned on he is by her; she doesn't remember him being this forceful with her sisters before. Maybe it's because he knows they have no choice... or maybe it's because deep down, he wants this as much as she does.

The feel of his fingers teasingly brushing against the sensitive flesh between her legs causes Mavis to gasp and arch her back into his touch. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "I want you."

Her hips rock forward instinctively, seeking more contact with his hand. Emmanuelq groans in response, fingers finally making contact with her dripping wet center as he begins to massage her gently. The sensation is too much; Mavis's back arches further and she lets out a long, shud

"Quieres eh?" she purrs, nipples hardening beneath her thin dress as he pinches and rolls them between his thumbs and forefingers. "Then take me," she commands breathlessly, pushing herself against him. His hands move from her breasts to grip her hips firmly, still rubbing circles over her clit with expert precision.

Mavis's legs tremble as pleasure ripples through her body; the sensation is so intense it feels like it's crawling up her spine and consuming every nerve ending along the way. She wants more, needs more... but she can tell from his steady rhythm that he knows exactly how to make her lose control without pushing her over the edge too quickly.

Her hands clench in his hair, tugging gently as she leans forward to capture Emmanuelq's lips in a deep, passionate

Her lips part beneath his, allowing him deeper access as their tongues duel with one another. The feel of his strong body pressed against hers, the scent of his sweat and arousal mingling with her own, drives Mavis wild with desire. She moans into the kiss, tilting her head back as he continues to tease her breasts, sucking and nipping at her sensitive flesh through the thin fabric of her dress.

Her legs grow weak beneath her; she knows she can't stand much longer like this without collapsing onto the bed behind him. With a shuddery breath, she breaks the kiss long enough to lean forward, pressing their foreheads together as she regains her strength. "Let's go," she whispers hoarsely, nodding toward the bedroom door. "I want you inside me."

Her hips move of their own accord against his hand, demand

Emmanuelq pulls her dress over her head, revealing her luscious breasts to his hungry eyes. She shivers at the feel of his hands cupping them, massaging and pinching her nipples until they stand erect and achingly hard. With a growl, he picks her up bridal style before carrying her to the bed, where he deposits her unceremoniously on the mattress.

Her heart races as she watches him remove his shirt, revealing defined abs and arms that look strong enough to crush stone. He climbs onto the bed beside her, propping himself up on one elbow so that he can study her body intently. His gaze moves from her breasts to her core, and back again, as if trying to memorize every inch of her.

She arches her back instinctively at his intense scrutiny, letting out a needy

With a soft moan, she spreads her legs further apart, inviting him closer. Her heart races as he position himself between her thighs and leans in to kiss her, his tongue teasingly swirling around her sensitive bud before delving deeper. She whimpers into his mouth, feeling the familiar tension begin to coil low in her belly.

Her hands claw at the sheets beneath her, desperate for something to ground herself as Emmanuelq's lips and tongue work their magic on her body. His strength is exhilarating; it makes her feel both safe and wild at the same time. She arches her back further, offering him deeper access as she moans his name over and over again in praise and surrender.

Her moans grow louder as he circles her clit with his thumb before firmly pressing down on the sensitive bundle of nerves. She writhes beneath him, arching her back further and digging her fingers into his shoulders, needing more. "Fuck, yes," she pants brokenly, desperate for release. Her legs quiver and tremble as pleasure washes over her in waves, building to an almost unbearable crescendo.

Her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth falls open in a silent scream as she comes, her body arching off the bed beneath Emmanuelq's steady ministrations. She shudders and convulses with every contraction, feeling him deeper inside her than ever before. Heat spreads through her body like wildfire, leaving her gasping for breath and wanting more.

With a satisfied grin, he leans down to capture her lips