Draculas & Dragons - Sex Stories

Draculas & Dragons

... All-Stars. Mavis checked the right as well, it appeared to be held securely around her thicc white thigh, with just a little spillage at the top. She enjoyed the look of the stocking pinching her white skin inward, ever so lightly, lovingly. Pulling the dress down a little she felt it pull on her breasts. Her nipples hardened as the sheer fabric tugged on them and her new piercings.

The glass doors at the front of the lobby began to spin.

The Mist cleared, rushing into the dark shadows. Bobby's next step brought him in front of a stone wall. A castle.

‘What?’ he whispered.

There aren’t any castles or keeps nearby… wait? Is that a revolving door?

He thought.

Twelve feet from him was a golden and glass revolving door. It spun silently as he walked through it. The coolness of night was replaced with warmth and electric lights. It reminded him of the time he went on vacation with his family when he was eight, they stayed at a Caribbean resort. A gust of cool wind washed over him and his nostrils filled with an exotic scent.

In a second Mavis stood before him, “Welcome to Hotel Transylvania!” her eagerness showed. She couldn’t recall the last new guest that had walked through the doors.

“Is.. Is this a hotel?” The boy seemed confused. More of a young man. With rippling muscles. Not bulky; slender, chiseled. He was a head taller than Mavis’ 5’ 10” frame. He had a metal helmet topped with a center spike and two large white horns on either side. His ...

... strapping chest was held in by a harness, ‘x’ shaped, attached to his belt. A brown fur loincloth did little to cover his lower body. His strong calves and feet had matching fur boots wrapped in gold twine. Two metal bracers wrapped around his wrists. A wood stick in his right hand. His sandy dirty blond hair was mid-length, it was loose and carefree. Lion like. The young man’s golden tan skin contrasted elegantly with Mavis’ perfect porcelain complexion.

“Yes,” Mavis tilted her head to the left, slightly. Her shoulder-length black hair bounced, her bangs shifting. “We’re a hotel.” She smiled. Her Black Midnight lipstick by Countess Corp glistened as her tongue darted out to add a shine across her smile. Her matching painted claws clasped behind her back tightened around each other in excitement. Fangs and claws extended a little at the sight of this potential new guest.

He didn’t notice her fangs as she smiled, his eyes roamed the room.“Like on Earth?”

She laughed, “Yes, Earth. Where else would we be?” Mavis discreetly pulled her dress down hoping it had not ridden up too high along her wide hips, when she used her vampiric speed to cross the lobby. She felt the turtleneck tug at her throat, the black dress moved a couple of inches as she pulled on it. She attempted to not blush. Ever since her last birthday, her breast had grown several cup sizes. Last week when she checked they were 34G. She was still waiting on new bras to arrive.

“Oh, thank the Dungeon Master. I’m ...