Draculas & Dragons - Sex Stories

Draculas & Dragons

... home.” His strong, tan arms reached out as he stepped to her. His hot breath washed over her, smelling of sweet honey mead.

Pressing her chest to his Bobby held Mavis in a long bare hug. ‘It’s been nine years.’ He whispered to himself.

What is that?

She thought. Shifting her right hip slightly, she felt a throbbing. A longing stirred at her waist. It was a long object that didn’t seem to be present on her left side. His right side. The longer the hug lasted the harder the object felt.

Maybe that stick he had?

Bobby released her, he said, “Sorry it’s just been so long, I didn’t think…”

“No Problem.” Her eyes caught on the club in his right hand. Not that, both her blue eyes jumped to his waist.

Satan, it's longer than my arm,

she thought.

The left side of his fur loincloth bulged; pulsed, throbbed, rippled. The fur barely concealed his manhood.

Mavis bit the left side of her lower lip. One fang showing, as she released the bite, the fang slid across her lip marring her Black Midnight lipstick.

Bobby shifted to his left a little attempting to hide his throbbing cock.

“So, do you want a room?”

“Ah, ya. I guess.” he reached into a pouch. “Do you take these?” five shiny gold coins rested in his palm.

Her hand glided across his and her eyes flashed to his cock. It jumped as they touched. She blushed as his purple tip pushed out of the top of the loincloth. It became lodged under the harness. Still visible. Is that? I… would need both hands ...

... to hold that? She thought. Her eyes betrayed her next thoughts.

“Another two for the night,” She stared into his eyes, concentrating she activated her hypnotic glaze, “For another five, we’ll do full bath service and massage.”

Bobby quickly fished out another seven coins, his eyes held on hers. “That sounds great.” he passed them to Mavis. Her white skin felt cool to his touch, the mesh of her fingerless black gloves holding nothing back, allowing their flesh to brush against each other. He had to restrain himself from clasping her hand as he released the coins.

“Follow me,” she turned for the stairs, “What's your name? I need it later for the ledger.” Her perfume lingered in the air as she walked away.

“Bobby, Bobby the Barbarian.”

His cock throbbed and jumped as her heart-shaped ass bounced ever so slightly with each step. The tight black dress riding high on her cheeks, promised a wondrous view if the fabric slipped upward. Flashes of a black thong appear with each step. White thighs; slender, yet thicc slipped past each other with every step she took on the stairs.

Bobby reached the first step, adjusting his cock he realized the massive head was poking out again. Pushing it back into the loincloth he blushed.

Every time a girl walks by

, he thought. His eyes never left her bouncing ass. Or her tight black and red striped stocking, pinching her up thighs, the white skin just spilling over them. Perfect, The beast twitched at his thought.

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