Anna is comforting my cock and has regained *some* humanity.

Feeling bare yet warm, I stir to the warmth of rays peeking from my window to my face. Adding to that, a greater warmth compresses below me, enveloping and holding me to what feels like my bed.

"Ugh, what's with that drooling contentment? Wake up, you idiot!"

Gasping, my eyes snap open to Van Helsing's cry. I immediately recognize I'm back in my room before locking to the source of envelopment.

"Hiya, darling~"

The beautiful, greeting Anna glows with radiance as she lies on top of me. With her huge breasts enveloping my pulsing cock, how can I not be so momentarily confused, yet content with this morning delight?

However, my mind clears up enough to notice her fangs. With a sharp breath, I recall my near-**** experience with such an enticing monster.

"Oh shit!"

While my arousal remains, my pupils shrink in fear as I take the vampire's position like a lion who has pinned down her prey.

Anticipating my panic, Anna slides her hand against my chest, preventing my upheaval. "Oh, darling, don't be afraid!"

My writhing movements cause her own chest to compress more around my cock, inciting a confusing mixture of fear and pleasure in me. Despite my attempts, she barely has to move much to keep me pinned down. It doesn't help that I'm already heavy, where getting up on my own is a pain.

"She's right. Although I don't know her intentions now, she cannot harm you anymore."

I notice my ancestor, faintly visible in the sun rays, as she looks at me with a side-eye. Although she doesn't seem concerned, I can't accept her word so easily as I stare back pointedly.

"W-what do you mean?! She's still a-"

"Darling, who are you talking to?"

Anna's more gentle voice forces me back to her. Seeing her cocked head at my reaction, I swallow slowly before responding.

"Y-you mean you can't...nevermind. How do I know you're not planning to attack me again? A-are you...really a vampire?"

The supposed blood-sucker smiles wide, showing even more fangs. "Well, darling. I was a vampire, but now, I'm not so sure. Something clearly has changed in me since I'm able to lie here with you in the sunlight. Oh, it's so wonderful! I've long forgotten this warm sensation!"

She glances down at the tip of my cock nestled between her breasts before giggling. "Especially this little one~"

The ease and delight in her voice sends more chills to my spine. Sensing my fear, she smiles warmly and twirls her finger on my belly teasingly. Before I can prepare, her breasts smoosh further against me, causing my head to lurch back as I groan.

"As for attacking you during the night," she continues, kneading my cock in her soft chasm without ado. "I was only following my instincts, but since you've helped me regain my clarity, please forgive this one, will you?"

She says it so sweetly while giving me an amazing titjob, but the fact there's no remorse in her voice makes her even scarier. Even if she were following instincts, I would've been just another meal to her without much thought. Just thinking of how many victims she swayed similarly with her charms, only to be sucked dry, fills me with dread.

"I know what you're thinking, Clark. As much as you want to blame her, this woman is centuries old. Just because you've given her some humanity doesn't mean she'll regret the hundreds...no, thousands she's consumed. You may have given her new life, but even humans can remain devils."

'Ungh, I've...given her h-humanity? How? She's...still so strong and has her fangs! Oh~' I think back, groaning as Anna's chest rolls against me.

Overtaken by pleasure, my hips start moving on their own to meet against my captor's movements. Meanwhile, the ghostly vampire hunter sighs, shaking her head. "God, I didn't think I'd explain while you get squeezed like this. Listen up, we hunters are essentially half-vampire, also known as a damphir. The very first Van Helsing, Abraham, was a human alchemist that genetically modified his kin to be able to fight vampires by beating them at their own game. For those in our lineage, if one ever encounters a vampire nearby, their blood will react and call upon the closest ancestor to guide a new hunter. That's how I came to you."

"Darling, just relax, okay?" Anna reassures, breaking my next thoughts. "Even if you don't forgive me, I will gladly make it up to you for as long as you desire because...you saved me; my life is yours."

The fanged-woman accelerates her movements, pushing me to cum. As she does, my ancestor harrumphs and continues.

"We hunters can sense and taste vampire blood while not being driven by it. Although we are not immortal, we can live a very long life with care. Most importantly, we're able to resist against the vampire's fangs, use their blood as our strength, and...by exchanging blood as you've done with Anna, convert them into a loyal dhampir who will bend to your will."

At my limit while managing to listen to my ancestor, I buck my hips and cry out, throwing a string of cum across Anna's face. Before I can spurt a second one, the converted-dhampir squeals and lowers her lips, plugging my head.

"They'll especially enjoy their master's fluids."

I groan, my eyes fluttering as Anna sucks on my cock, taking in the remaining cum I've managed to accumulate and eagerly gulping it down. She utters muffled moans as the taste of her savior elicits more flavor than she ever experienced as a full vampire.

"Anna...ungh..."

Calling to her as she slurps off my softening cock, Anna finally straightens on the bed and licks, wiping the string of white on her lips.

"Thank you for the meal, darling~" she sings, her chest slightly jiggling to her happy movements. "Now, I believe we still need to get to know each other more, don't we?"