A familly gathering!

"Mhmmm..." The girl humms appreciatly into your hesitantly responding mouth, her crotch now obviously freed from her panties as she press down against yours, her darting tongue teasing you until you're actively trying to kiss her back... Only then does she pull back a little to let you catch your breath, smiling down at you with her big black eyes gleaming in lust as she slowly push herself down onto your hardness. "Oh...! That feels so good, Alexander...! So warm, and so hard...! I just wish that you'd be allowed to come inside of me...!"

"What... do you mean...?" You manage a quiet whimper, closing your eyes and just enjoying her lips and tongue back to your own as she passionatedly closes in for another kiss. As she eventually pulls back again, you slowly open your eyes and look up in dazed surprise as you find more eyes than hers looking down at your handsome face. "Wh... what...?"

"Now, aren't you just lovely...?" Ophelia mumbles in her soft deep voice while her long, black-painted fingernails caress your flustered cheek. Meeting her captivating dark eyes with your own, you can only let out another questioning moan as you see the hunger burning deep inside of them. Looking to the other side of the bed, you find her husband eyeing you with the same sort of admiring yet strangely cold look on his face.

"Yes, he certainly is!" He agrees, chuckling amusedly while she reaches down to run her finger across you parted lips and then continue down your neck to gently trace the muscles of your naked chest. Before you know it they're both leaning down towards you, each of them pressing their smiling lips to your exposed neck. While the knowledge of having another man snuggle up on you would normally turn you off, a small part of your brain happilly insists that he's not actually kissing you... He only wants your blood!

Standing back up again, the two vampires leaves your still seemingly unscathed skin alone while they lean in over your shivering body and lick your blood from eachothers lips. Meanwhile, Evelyn goes down on you again and gently slide her tongue back in between your quivering lips. You know that you should be afraid as your brain has finally registered what they truly are, but whatever the girl has done to you, it keeps your mind blissfully dazed to any feelings other than what they inflict upon you.

Continuing to just stare up at their smiling faces, you watch the newcomers slide out of their clothes to stand naked beside you, Ophelia lovingly running her hand over her daughter's bared back while she walks around to the short edge of the bed, her beautiful form dissappearing from your sight but her fingers soon making themselves heard of as they first massage your heavy sack and then gently pull you out of her daughter's pussy to eagerly suck you into her velvet mouth.

Vincent at the other hand remains passive for another few moments, just watching his daughter make out with you before eventually motioning for her to get off. Moments later Ophelia takes her place, eagerly climbing on top of you and giving you a gentle kiss before turning around to sit facing away from you.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, but this is all I can offer you..." She tells you in her soft and sensous voice, reaching back and spreading her taut buttocks as she straddles you in reverse cowgirl style, drawing a guttural groan from your lips as she manages to take your massive erection deep into her ass. After the first few trying moves up and down your pole, she eventually lies back in a bridge on top of you, allowing you to reach up and grab her firm tits while she gracefully winds herself back to meet your lips with her own.

With the bed creaking slightly as yet another body climbs up into it, you're soon made aware of the man in the house, his hard shaft emitting a strange and cold sense of power as you feel it slide into his wife with only a thin membranic wall to separate him from your own. Again you feel that you should be somewhat taken aback as you're **** to share his lithe wife with him, but in your confused state you're instead eagerly using the last of your vaining strength to thrust back up into the tightness presented to you, grunting in animalistic pleasure as you pound Ophelia's bottom nearly as vigorously as her husband does her front.