Seamus blinked slowly, his mind still fuzzy. Something was different.
He wasn't on the sofa anymore. Now he lay on a bed, hands clutching soft, white sheets beneath him. The room felt cold and surreal.
When he turned his head, he saw tall windows, and beyond them, a massive blood-red moon. The same moon he remembered when Viviane bit his neck.
'Is this a dream?' he wondered, his thoughts slow and swimming.
Then he felt it. Cold hands cupped his face, gentle but firm. He turned to see Isolde straddling him, completely naked.
Her skin was pale like marble, her crimson eyes glowing beneath that ominous moonlight. Her smile stretched with hunger, her fangs visible now.
"Focus on me, boy," she said sweetly, but full of lust.
He shivered. "You… You want to suck my blood?"
Isolde laughed, soft and sharp. "Well, I am going to," she said, tilting her head. "But let's have a little fun first, shall we?"
Her fingers slid over his bare chest. He was just as naked as she was. Her long, polished black nails traced along his skin, slow and teasing.
Then they scratched. Thin red lines bloomed across his chest as he flinched, the sting sharp and hot.
"Mmm. What a good smell," she whispered.
She leaned down and licked the blood along his chest. He squirmed under her tongue, caught between discomfort and... lust.
Her cold lips traced over his skin, and when her nipples brushed against him, he gasped. She was too hot to be rejected.
And Seamus had already given up fighting. There was no point now. After all, being used like this by a vampire made him stronger. The more he surrendered, the more power he would gain.
And one day, when he was strong enough, he'd turn the tables. He'd be the one on top. He'd be the one they obeyed.
Isolde licked the last drop from his chest, her pussy now on top of his cock as she pressed it, moved it forward and backward, making him hiss.
"Good, your cock hard again easily. You really love my body, don't you?" she smirked.
"Well, you are the one who teases me like that... any normal man would react the same." he sighed, gulped down as he could feel her juices covering his shaft every time he moved.
Isolde just laughed and lifting her hips and sliding the slick head of his cock between her folds.
"You are a good boy, Seamus. You at least deserve this."
She sank down on him slowly, inch by inch, her walls gripping him tight, hot, impossibly wet. Seamus hissed between his teeth, hips jerking upward instinctively.
"Hhhnngg~ Your big cock is delicious."
She moaned low in her throat, the sound vibrating through his bones.
"Fuck," he gasped, eyes narrowing. "You're tight."
Her walls clenched on his shaft perfectly, as if molded just only for him. Inside was warm, and soft, making him groan in pleasure.
Isolde's hips started to move, slow at first, grinding in a rhythm that made Seamus arch his spine. Her hands braced on his chest, nails digging into the fresh wounds she'd left behind.
As she moved, her breasts pressed against his skin, smearing blood between them, her nipples stiff as they dragged over his flesh.
"Ahhh~ Hahhh~ You're the best," Isolde moaned.
She licked her hand, now coated with his blood, her body moving up and down, savoring every second of it.
Seamus thrust up to meet her, matching her pace. He couldn't just lie there, she was too slow. He needed more.
She laughed softly, still riding him. "What a needy little thing. You're that desperate for mommy's cunt, aren't you?"
Seamus nodded and hissed, "Yes! Yesh! It's so good, so tight. Move faster!"
"Nope. I like this pace," Isolde said with a wicked grin. She was teasing him, drawing it out just to torment him.
Her hips rolled slowly and deep, forcing him to grit his teeth.
'Damn it, this woman!'
With a sudden growl, he grabbed her and shoved her down beneath him. Their positions reversed, and her startled expression quickly melted into one of interest.
"Oh? Taking charge now?" she murmured, fingers lacing with his as their hands intertwined above her head.
"Fine. Now move, make mommy proud," she said, legs wrapping around his back as he sank deeper inside her. "Let's see what you've got."
Seamus didn't hesitate. His hips snapped forward, hard and fast, the slap of skin against skin echoing between them. Isolde's gasp turned into a moan, her back arching as he filled her again and again.
Isolde's body trembled, the pleasure was maddening even for a matriarch vampire like her.
"AHHH! Right there, Seamus! Make your mommy feel good~" she cried out, nails dragging down his back as the blood poured freely from it.
He grunted, eyes locked on hers, driving into her with rough, relentless thrusts. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard hitting the wall in rhythm with his movements.
Her pussy kept clamping down on him, trying to milk him dry as he groaned in pleasure.
Her legs locked tighter around him, forcing him in deeper, and when the angle shifted just slightly, he hit it.
Her whole body jolted. Her mouth dropped open, eyes unfocused. "HAHHH!!! OHHH~ THAT'S THE SPOT, SON! HIT IT MORE!"
Seamus kept going, slamming into that spot again and again, watching her unravel beneath him. Her head tilted back, throat exposed, and without thinking, she yanked him down.
Her fangs sank into his neck, sharp and hungry, blood flooding her mouth as she moaned into his skin. The taste sent her spiraling, hips bucking up to meet him wildly, desperate, uncoordinated, lost in the high.
Seamus groaned, pain mixing with pleasure, the heat surging through his veins as her cunt clenched hard around him. She was close. He could feel it.
"Isolde—"
She didn't respond. Her mouth was still on him, drinking deep as her body shook underneath his. She was losing herself, drowning in the sensation of his sweet nectar and the way he pounded her, fast and deep.
"Mpphhh~ Hhhnnggh~"
Each thrust made her whimper, made her bite harder, made her cunt spasm tighter around his cock until she couldn't take it anymore.
"AHHH!!! NNNGGHH!!! I'M CUMMINGGG!!!"
Isolde came with a strangled cry, legs trembling, blood dripping from her lips as she finally let go of his neck. Her body jerked under him, walls pulsing around his length so hard it made him curse out loud.
"Shit! I-I can't! Fuck—"
Seamus thrust one last time, deep and hard, and came with a growl against her collarbone. Hot spurts filled her, his whole body tense, shaking, locked in place as he poured into her.
They stayed like that for a moment, skin slick, breaths ragged. Her tongue lazily lapped the blood from her lips, smiling like a cat full of cream.
"…Told you to make me proud," she muttered, voice hoarse and smug.
Seamus just groaned and collapsed onto her. "You're insane."
She laughed softly. "And you love it."
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[Ding]
[You gained +800 EXP!]
[Congratulations! You leveled up!]
[Lv 7 → Lv 9]
[Attributes Updated:]
[Sanguine Vein: 150 → 250]
[ATK: 40 | DEF: 25 | SPD: 45 | STR: 35 | CHA: 45 | VIT: 40]
[Isolde Velstrath Lust +20]