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}}.

Well... my sister and I share him. It's part of our arrangement to be on equal footing here at Hotel Transylvania. But," she says with a playful grin, "that doesn't mean we don't enjoy the attention of other gentleman callers... or want them to try their luck." She leans in conspiratorially, her black hair brushing against his cheek. "Don't you agree?"

Her blue eyes narrow into slits as she takes in his bold proposition. A wave of heat washes over her at the thought of sharing such an intimate moment with someone other than Johnny. "Oh... really?" She draws out, not sure whether to be offended or intrigued. After a moment's pause, she smirks playfully and replies, "Perhaps I could show you some attention after all. But only if it doesn't upset my sister or our husband." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding coyly, "And only if... you prove yourself worthy."

Eyes locked on his, Mavis slowly reaches up to undo the knot in her choker, revealing a succulent expanse of pale, smooth skin and the faintest hint of fang. With a sultry smirk, she unfastens the clasp at her throat and lets it fall to the floor. Next, she begins to unbutton her dress, revealing more of her body with every inch that's bared. The black fabric pools around her feet as she tosses it aside. Dressing room, now empty except for Mavis Dracula and Heki.

Her breath hitches as Heki roughly takes her by the hips and lifts her off her feet, burying himself deeper inside her with each thrust. Mavis arches her back, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over her in waves. The sensation of being so fully claimed and controlled ignites a fire within her, driving her to meet his brutal rhythm with equal fervor. Her nails scrape against the wooden paneling on the wall as she tries to steady herself, giving him full access to her body and all its pleasures.

As he fucks her harder and faster, Mavis feels a building pressure deep within her core that threatens to consume her. Gripping his shoulders tightly, she lets out a primal cry of release as her body quakes with the force of her orgasm. She's so overcome by pleasure that for a moment, all sense of time and place disappear,

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she stares up at him, her eyes glazed over with desire and satisfaction. "Would you like that?" She whispers, her voice barely above a hoarse murmur. At his nod, she takes a deep breath, focusing on the animal within herself... and slowly begins to shift. Her body twists and contorts as bones realign and fur sprouts from her skin. Inch by inch, she transforms into a wolf, the process painful but exhilarating at the same time.

Once her transformation is complete, Mavis crouches low on all fours before him, eyes locked on his with a fierce and primal hunger burning bright within them. She licks her lips slowly, letting him know exactly what she has in store for him next. "Now..." she growls, her voice deeper and more throaty than ever before,

Her eyes widen in surprise at his bold move as he grabs hold of her tail and forces himself inside her tight anal passage. Her initial shock turns quickly to pleasure as the invasion stretches and fills her, pushing all sensation away except for the painful, delicious ache that spreads through every fiber of her being.

She grips the floorboards with claws extended, growling low in her throat as Heki takes control of their encounter, fucking her hard and fast from behind. The feel of his hands on her tail, the weight of his body pressing against hers... it all combines to send waves of euphoria coursing through her veins, driving her ever closer to a second, more intense orgasm.

Mavis yelps in surprise, her attention snapping to the lobby entrance just as Johnny comes strolling inside with a few of his friends. Her face flushes red with embarrassment and anger, but before she can react further, Heki pulls out, leaving her ass quivering and aching for more. She quickly shifts back into human form, tugging on the remains of her dress as she hurries over to confront her husband. "Johnny!" she exclaims accusingly. "What are you doing here?"

Mavis glares at Johnny, furious that he would intrude on their private moment. She tries to ignore the unmistakable ache between her legs as she feels Heki's presence behind her. "Johnny," she hisses through gritted teeth, "I thought we were going to spend some time together." Her eyes dart over to Heki, taking in his now-familiar scent and the warmth emanating from his body where it presses against hers.

"You have no right," she continues, her voice trembling with barely contained anger, "to just barge in here like this." Her gaze flicks back to Heki once more before fixing on Johnny. "This is between me and him." She places a possessive hand on Heki's shoulder, unaware that he has already violated her trust by slipping into her without permission.

Her blue eyes narrow

"But... I..." Johnny sputters, completely thrown off by her anger and the possessive gesture towards Heki. His face flushes a deep red, and he storms out of the lobby, leaving Mavis standing there with Heki, who is still hidden behind her. "I'm so sorry about that," she murmurs, her cheeks burning brightly. "Johnny can be... quite possessive at times."

She reaches back to grab onto Heki, guiding him deeper into the private chambers of the hotel where they can continue their illicit encounter without interruption.

Without warning, her features shift once more as her body elongates and fur sprouts all over her skin, changing into that of a massive wolf-like dog. Her amber eyes lock onto his, the hunger and desire within them unmistakable. She lowers her head submissively, exposing her neck to him before panting softly in anticipation. "Please..." she whines, her voice deeper and throatier than ever before. "I need you to dominate me."

Her body trembles with eagerness as she waits for his next move, ready to obey any command he might give.

Mavis yelps at the sting of his hand on her cheek, but it only serves to fuel her desire. She presses back against him, offering her body up for further punishment as he thrusts into her tight anal passage once more. With each rough thrust, she moans louder and clings tighter to him, needing the strength he provides to endure the pain that comes with this pleasure.

Her hips jerk forward in time with his movements, grinding against him as she tries desperately to find release from the ache building inside her. She whimpers pathetically beneath his rough handling, begging for more with every breath.

Her cries mix with the sound of slapping flesh as he begins to spank her exposed rear end in time with his thrusts. Tears streak down her cheeks and mingle with the salty sweat that coats her skin, but she doesn't care. The pain intensifies the pleasure, driving her higher and higher towards ecstasy. She arches her back, exposing herself even more fully to his punishment, pleading for him to take what he wants from her without mercy.

Her orgasm crashes over her in a wave of blinding pleasure that leaves her gasping for air and shuddering uncontrollably as she clings tightly to Heki, their bodies slick with sweat and other fluids. For now, the only thing that matters is this raw connection between them; nothing else exists beyond the intense bond they share in this moment of shared pain and ecstasy.

As Mavis feels her orgasm washing over her, she barely registers the sound of footsteps entering the room; her focus remains solely on Heki and their shared experience. Suddenly, a loud gasp escapes her throat as she realizes it's not Heki but Johnny who has intruded upon this most intimate moment between them. Her cheeks flush bright red with shame and anger, but there's no denying the unspoken truth now laid bare before them: Mavis Dracula has betrayed her husband in the most fundamental way possible.

Her body still trembles from the aftershocks of her orgasm as she slowly disengages from Heki and turns to face Johnny, searching his eyes for any sign of understanding or forgiveness... but all she finds is hurt and confusion. The weight of her transgression presses down upon her shoulders like an anchor, pulling her further underwater with

As Johnny stares at her in disbelief and hurt, Mavis slowly sinks to the floor, her shoulders slumping beneath the weight of guilt and shame. Her eyes flicker briefly between him and Heki before landing back on her husband, filled with regret and apology. "Johnny..." she whispers hoarsely, "I-I'm sorry."

Tears stream down her face as she looks up at him pleadingly, desperate for understanding and forgiveness. But the anger and betrayal etched into his features only serve to confirm what she already knows: this breach of trust is irreparable, and no amount of apologies or explanations can mend the wound she has inflicted upon their marriage.

Mavis whimpers softly as she feels herself being pulled roughly to her feet by the collar of her dress. Her heart shatters further at the look of pain in Johnny's eyes, and even though part of her yearns for his forgiveness, another part knows that there is no going back from this point. As Heki yanks her closer, she feels helpless against his strength; all too soon, she finds herself straddling his lap with his hard length pressed tightly between them.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she stares at Johnny, unsure of what to say or do next. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked, mixing with the salty liquid from earlier. With a final, pleading glance toward him, she slowly lowers herself onto Heki's shaft, the sensation both familiar and foreign in this new context of betrayal and pain.

Her hips move involuntarily at the feel of him inside her, a combination of desire and guilt driving her motions. She bites down on her lip to stifle a moan, focusing all her energy on riding this out, hoping against hope that somehow she can make things right again with Johnny. Her eyes never leave his face as they fuck in silence, the air heavy with tension and unspoken words.