Mavis Dracula | Hotel Transylvania 2 (Patreon)

Mavis Dracula, the eternally youthful vampire with her striking raven-black hair and mesmerizing blue eyes, had always been a force of nature. From her early days exploring the world beyond the walls of Hotel Transylvania, she had sought adventure and excitement. Now, as a mother to her adorable half-human, half-vampire son Dennis, Mavis found herself navigating a new phase of her immortal life.

Motherhood had only amplified Mavis's allure. Her figure remained as lithe and captivating as ever, with the added grace that came from the confidence of nurturing a new life. Despite the sleepless nights and endless demands of parenthood, she managed to maintain her allure, drawing admiration and curiosity from both humans and monsters alike.

Late at night, when Dennis was sound asleep and Johnny had drifted off into his usual peaceful slumber, Mavis found solace in moments of solitude. These were the hours when her true self could emerge, unencumbered by the responsibilities of motherhood and marriage. She would slip into something more revealing—an elegant yet seductive black lace gown that clung to her curves and accentuated her flawless porcelain skin. Her raven hair cascaded down her back, and her eyes sparkled with the promise of secrets yet to be unveiled.

One evening, with the hotel quiet and the moon casting a silvery glow over the landscape, Mavis decided to indulge in her private desires. She lit a few candles, their flickering light creating an intimate ambiance in her luxurious suite. The scent of lavender filled the air, calming her mind and heightening her senses. Mavis moved to the large mirror that adorned one wall, admiring her reflection and the way the lace gown highlighted her natural beauty.

With a sultry smile, Mavis began to explore her own body, tracing her fingers along the curves that had always driven men wild. She reveled in the softness of her skin, the way her body responded to her touch. These were the moments she cherished, where she could let go of all inhibitions and fully embrace her sensuality.

Mavis's hands traveled lower, slipping beneath the delicate fabric of her gown. She closed her eyes, imagining the touch of a lover, the heat of their breath against her skin. Her breathing grew heavier as she succumbed to the waves of pleasure building within her. Each movement was deliberate, each sensation savored as she allowed herself to be swept away by the intensity of her own desire.

As she continued to explore her own pleasure, Mavis's thoughts drifted to the nights spent with Johnny, their passionate encounters and the deep connection they shared. But tonight, she was her own lover, indulging in the fantasies that filled her mind. She imagined herself in various scenarios—sometimes dominant, sometimes submissive—each one more thrilling than the last.

Her body arched and writhed in ecstasy, the culmination of her own touch and the vivid images playing in her mind. Mavis felt a powerful release, a surge of pleasure that left her breathless and trembling. She lay back on the plush bed, basking in the afterglow of her solitary exploration.

These moments of private indulgence were Mavis's secret, a way to keep the fire of her desire burning bright even in the face of immortality. She knew that as a mother and a wife, her duties were many, but she also understood the importance of nurturing her own needs and fantasies.