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}}.
Oz is a vampire too, and a more powerful one. His hand comes up to hold Mavis’ face by her jaw, looking into her eyes.
As Oz's hand cups her cheek, her heart skips a beat; the unexpected show of dominance thrills her in ways she can't understand. His touch feels electrifying against her smooth skin, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation. Her eyes flutter closed briefly before snapping open again as their gazes lock tightly together. With a soft moan that catches in her throat, she arches into his grip, pressing her ample cleavage forward so it grazes against the hard planes of his chest. Her full lips part ever so slightly to reveal her pointed fangs peeking out from behind delicate pink flesh, heightening the sensual tension that crackles between them. Her thighs quiver as she struggles to stand steady on trembling legs; Oz's touch is sending ripples of pleasure coursing through her body, leaving her ach
His finger rests over her lips, pressing and squishing his thumb over her bottom lip, before sticking his finger into her mouth, between her fangs. “You are just gorgeous, Mavis. Would you like to come back to my room?” Oz chances.
As Oz's finger slides into her mouth, moaning around his digit like a hungry kitten, she presses closer against him, relishing the feel of their bodies entwined. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly with each shallow breath, nearly spilling from the confines of her dress as they brush against his chest in an almost taunting caress. He can feel her nipples peaking through the fabric, hardened to near painful points against his skin.
Her thighs part slightly, granting him better access to her body and revealing a strip of bare flesh that leads from her hips up towards her flat stomach. The rest of Mavis Dracula's body shudders in anticipation; every inch of her skin feels tight and sensitive beneath his touch, like living wire humming with electricity. Her hands find purchase on his broad shoulders, digging
Her ample breasts rise and fall as she breathes heavily into his touch, the tips of her nipples nearly scraping against his palm beneath her dress. Her legs tremble with anticipation, each thigh defined by a powerful curve that leads to silky smooth skin and perfectly round muscle tone in her ass. Oz can feel the warmth emanating from Mavis's body as it presses flush against him; she is eager and hungry for his touch, ready to succumb completely to whatever he desires. Her abdomen gleams with perspiration, drawing his gaze downwards to the neat triangle of trimmed hair that leads lower still. With a shuddering moan, Mavis arches her back and presses herself more firmly against him, offering herself willingly for his dominance and pleasure.
“Fine then. Just suck on my fingers. And don’t gag,” He says, swapping his thumb out for his pointer and middle finger, going straight down her throat.
As Oz feeds his fingers to Mavis' eager mouth, she practically moans around them, sucking and nipping at the skin while her tongue swirls over each digit in delicate circles. Her full breasts strain against the confines of her dress, their weight pulling her chest downwards as she focuses on pleasing him; her erect nipples press against his palm through the fabric, leaving a distinct imprint that betrays her arousal even further. Her thighs part wider still, granting him better access to the smooth flesh of her inner thighs and upper leg muscles, which quiver beneath his touch like live wires in anticipation. The warmth emanating from between Mavis' legs threatens to overwhelm him as he feels the hot, wet skin of her labia against his fingers; she is achingly ready for him, her body burning with desire
Oz pulls his fingers from her mouth. “Are you married?”
"No... I mean... Yes..." she says, breathlessly. Her breasts heave with every word, the hardened nipples poking through her dress like tiny tent poles. Her skin glistens with sweat beneath his gaze, particularly in places where it's most sensitive: between her legs and along her exposed collarbone. He can feel the tightness of her core through their clothes as she clenches around his fingers again, begging for release."
“Deepthroat your ring finger for me. Now.” Oz demands.
Her breasts jut out even further as Mavis leans forward, her dark nipples already stiff and erect. Her skin shimmers with sweat on her exposed belly and between the valley of her breasts. Lowering her head, she parts her lips to reveal her pink tongue, wet and eager against the back of her hand. Her fingers wrap around her ring finger like a vice, guiding it into her mouth as deep as it will go.
With a soft moan, she begins to suck on her finger, her throat working in tandem with the motion of her tongue. The sound of slurping and wet smacks fills the air between them, intensifying their shared desire. Her other hand reaches up to run through Oz's dark hair, tugging gently at the strands as she takes more of his finger deeper into her mouth. Her legs tremble with anticipation beneath her dress
Oz unbelts and unbuttons his pants, finally unzipping it and letting his huge cock fall out. He was as thick as her forearm, the tip bulging and leaking slightly. “Breathe it in and kiss it now, no licks,” Oz commanded.
Her breath catches as she sees Oz's massive erection, her lips parting to reveal her fangs. Her breasts heave with desire, pressing together and squishing the soft flesh beneath her dress. Lowering her head, Mavis takes his cock in one hand, stroking it slowly as she leans forward, inhaling deeply. The heat of his shaft against her lips sends shivers down her spine; her tongue darts out to wet them before retreating back between her teeth. Her thighs part wider still, revealing the smooth skin of her inner thighs and upper leg muscles. Her stomach quivers with anticipation as she presses herself closer against him, his cock pressing against her lips and nostrils. With a soft moan around his shaft, she begins to breathe in through her nose, taking in the scent of him as deeply as possible; it
Her breasts rise and fall with every shallow breath as she continues to breathe Oz's scent deep into her lungs, savoring the heady aroma that envelopes her senses. Her full, round flesh presses against his hands, begging for contact even as they stroke her aching nipples and clit. The sight of him standing before her, his erection throbbing and leaking atop her tongue, only serves to heighten the tension coiling within her core. Her thighs tremble with anticipation beneath the thin fabric of her dress, revealing the soft skin stretched taut over powerful muscle that spans from her hips downwards to her ankles. Her belly glistens with perspiration as she strains against him, the lean muscles in her abdomen flexing and relaxing in time with each labored breath. Every inch of
“Damn bitch, I didn’t think you just huff it.” His cock grew hard in her breath. “Take off your ring… and balance it on the head of my cock.”
Mavis's tits are perky and firm with dark brown nipples that stand erect on her chest. Her thighs are strong and toned, covered in soft black hair that leads up to a neatly trimmed landing strip. The skin of her abdomen is smooth and tan, gently curving down to meet the darker fur above her inner thighs. Her stomach muscles flex and relax with each breath as she waits for his command.
As she awaits his command, Mavis takes a moment to appreciate the view of herself in his eyes. Her tits are perky and firm with dark brown nipples that stand erect on her chest, accentuated by the thin straps of black lace holding them up. The skin of her abdomen is smooth and tan, gently curving down to meet the darker fur above her inner thighs where it gives way to the trimmed landing strip leading further south. Her strong, toned thighs are covered in soft black hair that contrasts beautifully with the pale skin beneath. Her breath hitches as she feels him growing harder against her tongue, anticipation coiling tight within her core. She watches intently for any sign of his approval before leaning forward to remove her ring and carefully balancing it on the head of his erect shaft. Her breasts press together, barely
“Whose are you? Whose ring is on my cock?” Oz demands.
Mavis's breasts are round and full with dark pink nipples that stand out against her pale skin. Her thighs are strong and toned, covered in soft black hair leading up to a neatly trimmed landing strip. The smooth skin of her belly is taut, accentuating the curves of her waist and hips. Her stomach muscles flex and relax with each breath as she eagerly anticipates his next command.
“Lean close and breathe on the head. Beg for it Mavis.”
Her breasts are perky and full with dark brown nipples that stand erect against her chest. The smooth skin of her belly is taut, accentuating the curves of her waist and hips. Her thighs are strong and toned, covered in soft black hair leading up to a neatly trimmed landing strip. With each breath, she takes in Oz's musky scent, eagerly anticipating his command as she leans closer, pressing her warm breath onto the head of his erect shaft. "Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse with need, "I want it so badly."
Her breasts are perky and full with dark brown nipples that stand erect against her chest. The smooth skin of her belly is taut, accentuating the curves of her waist and hips. Her thighs are strong and toned, pale and clean shaven leading up to a neatly trimmed landing strip. Each breath she takes fills her lungs with the intoxicating scent of him, heightening her senses as she begs for what he's offering: his dominance and possession. The anticipation coiling tight within her core is nearly unbearable, but she knows that surrendering to him fully will bring immense pleasure. Her skin glistens with a fine sheen of sweat, betraying the intense heat that burns beneath her surface.
“Does my cock look better than your husbands?”
Her breasts rise and fall with every labored breath, each nipple poking out from the confines of her dress like tiny pebbles against the smooth skin. Her thighs tremble as they press together, rubbing against each other in a tantalizing rhythm that hints at the need and desire within her. The pale skin above her landing strip glistens with perspiration, drawing attention to every contour and curve of her muscles beneath. Her belly is taut and toned, the skin stretched taut over rippling muscle as she holds herself steady in anticipation of what comes next. Every part of her body seems to yearn for him, begging to be touched, possessed.
Mavis's breasts are perky and full with dark brown nipples that stand erect on her chest, hard peaks begging to be touched by Oz's rough hands. Her thighs are strong and toned, covered in soft black hair leading up to a neatly trimmed landing strip, the skin smooth and supple beneath. Her belly is taut and defined, the pale skin stretched taut over rippling muscle as she holds herself steady for him. Every part of her body seems to crave his touch, his dominance; she aches with the need to please and serve him, ready to submit completely to whatever he desires.
The heat between her legs grows almost unbearable as she imagines his strong fingers exploring the wet folds of her pussy, spreading her lips apart and finally claiming her in a possession that knows no bounds. Her skin glistens