As we walked into the washroom, I caught my first glimpse of myself after the ceremony. My hair, once white, now shone with a silver sheen, and my eyes seemed whiter than before, with a glint of silver passing through them.

"Mother, why did my hair and eyes turn silver?" I asked, feeling perplexed. "Everyone else has white hair, even you and Father."

She smiled, her eyes shining with pride. "That's because you also absorbed the rays of the moon in your heart to make it stable," she explained.

I nodded, intrigued. "I guess that's not common, then."

She shook her head. "No, it's not at all. In fact, it's the first time I've seen it in my long life. It may also be the reason why your maturing process is extremely fast."

I looked down at my body, and my eyes widened in surprise. I was now taller, my body muscular but lean, not overly burly like my father's. My member, standing proudly erect, was around 4 inches long, with a girth that was almost like a road, with veins popping out. My skin was white, spotless, and supple, like a newborn's.

"At this speed, the time for your powers to awaken will be upon us soon," my mother said, her voice filled with anticipation. "After that, you will become a fully matured Nocturnal."

I moved towards the bathtub as I listened to her. I stepped inside the large white marble tub, sitting on a corner with my back against the wall, my legs in the tub, and my member now fully erect and throbbing.

Her words from before rang in my ears, making it extremely difficult for me to hold onto my wild thoughts.I looked at her naked figure, swaying as she gathered things to wash me, her breasts jiggling, her ass moving like jelly, and my marks still faintly visible upon them.

The beast roared, and something snapped in me. This time, I didn't lose myself, but the beast's roar augmented my own desires, making it feel like what I wanted to do was all natural. I was not on earth, I was not human, and there were no limitations.

"Come here," I said, my commanding tone making her pause.

"Let me just warm the water—" she began.

"I said, come here," I replied, my voice firm, making her drop whatever she was doing and turn towards me.

I watched her inverted nipples as they came out of their hiding taking form.Her soft, alluring figure swayed as she come inside the tub and stopped between my legs.

"Down," I said, my voice low and husky.

And she complied, sitting on her knees, her eyes shining with delight.

I could feel myself becoming more and more one with the beast within me, watching her comply with my desires. I could feel more of the beast's power becoming my own, enchanting me further, but making my thoughts more and more deranged.

I lifted my hand and held her now extremely erect nipple between my fingers, pressing on it hard before pulling it with extreme force, making her whole breast stretch. I could see the relish in her eyes as they rolled back in her head, and I was extremely aware of the slime essence dripping down her thighs due to my own senses becoming heightened even more as I merged with the beast.

Before I repeated the process with her other breast, I could see her almost teething at the edge, and just as she was about to spill, I stopped, making her groan.

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I saw her trying to close her thighs, rubbing them together, as I placed my foot between them, separating them. I also became aware of the pool between her thighs, as it coated my foot.

"What is this?" I asked, bringing my foot near her face.

"What a filthy animal," I commented, before she could reply.

"Clean it," I said, and saw as she opened her mouth and her red, plump tongue licked my foot.

I was never a foot person, but seeing her licking my foot as if it was the greatest blessing in the world was a riveting feeling. It filled me with unspeakable feelings as I merged more with the beast inside me.

I wasn't even a rough person in bed, I had my fantasies, but kept them locked for 70 years, not even enjoying vanilla sex after the death of my wife, making me build up but never have the release. But now, coming to this world, then learning about how I didn't need to keep myself restricted, almost broke a dam in me, along with the madness that gnawed at my mind, all merging to form the current situation and the current me, who was almost going mad with power and control.

"Enough," I said, after a while, and saw her look up. I placed my foot back, [INST]aware of the increasing intensity of the pooling juices by her feet.

"Open your mouth," I said, looking into her eyes, and she complied, showing me the red inside of her mouth.

I sat back, my cock now so painful that it was red with veins popping all over it.

"Begin," I said, and she seemed to understand my meaning as she leaned in and then slowly took me in her warm mouth.

The feeling almost made me lose my mind with delight. The beast was extremely happy, merging with me, tightening my senses, which just caused the stimulation I was feeling 100 times more intense. I wanted to cum instantly, but I controlled myself, trying to relish in this bliss for as long as I could.

She took my whole length in her mouth, my girth causing her mouth to stretch to the limit, and my tip a bit over the entrance of the throat. Making her gag as she tried to pull back, I held her head.

"Don't you dare," I roared, much like the beast in me.

My eyes unhinged as I pushed myself deeper and blocked her airway, thrusting like a madman ,and saw a string of spit dripping from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were red, filled with tears, and it brought me to new heights. Then, just as I was about to spill, I pulled her boobs with force, causing a shudder to run through her, and then I came undone down her throat, and she was squirting spurt after spurt of silver liquid, pooling between her thighs, proof of her enjoyment. Almost causing me to merger with my beast completely , almost.

Time seemed to freeze as we remained like that, me loading my essence down her throat, and her essence pooling with each spurt.

Then, after what seemed like an eternity, we both came back to our senses. My dick was still semi-erect, as it came out of her mouth, slick with saliva, while she fell back in her own juices, her face looking extremely satisfied, her silver eyes almost red as tears flowed out of them.

"Are you alright, did I go too far, mother?" I asked, concerned but not regretting anything.

"No, my love, no, you were perfect, oh so perfect," she said, as if in a trance.

After a while, she seemed to come back to her senses, sitting up with her eyes still red, her hair disheveled, and her mouth laced with spit. Her face was filled with dried tears, and her back was coated in her own juices.

I remained sitting in my original position, looking down at her as she crawled like an animal between my thighs and made eye contact with me. Her gaze was submissive, and her eyes seemed to plead for more.

"Remember this moment, this feeling," she said, her voice husky and raw. "This is how it is supposed to be. I am yours to command, use, break. Much like anyone else in this estate."

As she spoke, she rubbed her face against my thighs, her actions only fueling my desire to control her, to never let go. I stroked her head, and she purred, rubbing against my thighs like a contented animal. The thought of buying a leash for her crossed my mind again, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of owning her completely.

Her submission was intoxicating, and I felt my desire for control and dominance grow stronger with each passing moment. fuelled by my beast that was almost one with me now. I knew that I had to have her, to possess her completely, and I was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen.

As I looked down at her, I saw a glimmer of something in her eyes, something that told me that she knew exactly what I was thinking. She knew that I was a monster, a beast who would stop at nothing to claim her as my own. And yet, she seemed to welcome it, to crave it even.