"Oh, don't underestimate me like that." Seamus grinned, tilting Isolde's chin up. "It would be embarrassing if you ended up being the one who fainted."
Isolde's eyes widened for a moment before she burst into a low, sultry laugh. "Oh, Seamus… I want to see it. I want to feel my pussy getting railed by your thick cock until I black out."
"Bring it on, then."
Without another word, he hoisted Isolde over his shoulder like she weighed nothing. In the same smooth motion, he grabbed Viviane as well, his newfound strength making it effortless. Both women giggled as he moved toward a bed that materialized out of nowhere in the dreamscape.
He tossed them down onto the mattress with a deliberate gentleness, then crawled forward, his smirk widening.
"Let's make this oyakodon unforgettable."
The mattress barely dipped before Viviane was already on her knees, red hair falling forward, her lips parted in wordless invitation.
Isolde sprawled back on her elbows, legs spreading as if she were daring him to close the distance. Her crimson eyes glittered with hunger. "Come on, brat," she taunted and Seamus saw this as a challenge.
Seamus didn't bother with teasing or build-up. The moment he lined himself up, he drove his cock deep into Isolde's slick, waiting heat, burying himself to the hilt in a single, brutal thrust.
The wet walls clenched around him like a vice, twitching faintly as if welcoming the intrusion. The sudden tightness and warmth made him grunt low in his throat.
"AHHH!!!" Isolde jolted violently, a scream ripping from her throat.
Her nails raked down his back in ragged, uncontrolled lines, leaving stinging trails of blood. The room reeked of sex, and beneath it all was the faint metallic tang of blood seeping from shallow scratches, making the air heavy and intoxicating.
"Do you like it that hard?" he growled into her ear, his voice low and smug, before pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in even harder. The impact made her whole body shudder.
"YESSHHH!!! FUCK ME MORE!" she screamed, voice cracking into a moan as her eyes rolled briefly.
Feeling her squeeze and flutter around him made something primal flare in Seamus. A vicious grin spread across his face as he shifted, grabbing her hips and flipping her effortlessly onto her stomach.
He yanked her up by the waist, arching her back so her ass was high, the perfect angle for him to drive even deeper. In this position, he could destroy her.
He brought his palm down hard on her ass, the sharp crack making her jolt and gasp. "Nice," he muttered, admiring the way her pale skin flushed pink before pulling back and hammering into her again.
Each thrust was hard, precise, and merciless, his hips slamming against her backside with enough force to make the bed frame groan.
Her wetness coated him completely, the sound of their bodies colliding loud and filthy in the air. He could feel her legs trembling, her breaths ragged and erratic as he pounded into her without slowing.
"Fuck… I could do this forever," Seamus grunted, driving himself deep enough that the blunt head of his cock kissed her womb again and again. Her juices dripped freely, running down his shaft, staining the sheets beneath them.
"GHHHH!!! AHHHH!!! CUMMM!!!" Isolde's voice broke into a raw scream as her release hit.
Her entire body seized and trembled violently, her pussy clamping around him in rhythmic spasms. She loved the way he slammed into her womb, that mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure that unraveled her composure completely.
Seamus bit back his own release, his breath coming heavy as he endured the tight, milking pulls of her orgasm. But he wasn't giving her a break.
The moment she started to slump, he kept moving—thrust after thrust—driving her overstimulated body into another wave. Her legs twitched helplessly, her cries turning higher, needier.
She kept screaming his name, her voice hoarse now, while her breasts bounced wildly with every impact. Seamus tangled a hand into her hair, yanking her head back hard enough to make her gasp. His mouth found the curve of her neck, and he bit down—not to drink, but to mark—leaving an ugly, blooming purple bruise.
"OHHH!!! AHHH!!! SEAMMUUUSSSHH!!!" Isolde's hands twisted in the sheets like she was trying to anchor herself, her pupils blown wide, her lips curling into a delirious, slutty smile. For the first time in centuries, she was being handled like a plaything—no pretense, no control—and she was reveling in it.
Viviane, silent as always, tilted her head from where she watched. Her gaze flicked to the steady drip of mixed fluids sliding down Seamus's shaft. Without hesitation, she slinked forward, positioning herself beneath him.
Sliding her head between Isolde's shaking thighs and his pistoning hips, she pressed her tongue to the base of his cock, licking up the trails of wetness as they ran down to her cheek.
Her eyes half-lidded, Viviane caught the next heavy drop on her tongue before tracing lower, her lips wrapping around his balls. She squeezed them with slow pressure, her soft fingers kneading gently while her tongue rolled over sensitive skin.
The sudden, hot pressure against his sack made Seamus jolt mid-thrust. He looked down, catching sight of Viviane's face buried under him, her cheeks brushing his thighs, her expression serene yet flushed, her mouth busy.
Her beauty contrasted with the filth of the act, her eyes locked on his with silent pleasure as she worked him over.
"Fuck," he groaned, the combined sensations—the clamping of Isolde's pussy and Viviane's mouth on his balls—making his cock throb dangerously.
It made him want to go even harder, to see how much more the vampire under him could take before she shattered completely.
Seamus's rhythm turned savage, his hips snapping forward each thrust making Isolde's breath catch in ragged, broken gasps. Her nails clawed at the sheets until they tore, her back arching under his grip.
"OHHH!!! LORD! AHHH!!! FUCK ME MOREE!!!"
Her overstimulated pussy was wet, squeezing around him, every movement milking him dry. He wanted more—he wanted to break her entirely. He fisted both of her wrists, yanking them behind her back and hauling her upright against his chest.
"Stay here," he growled, keeping her pinned as his hips slammed into her from below, every impact jarring her whole body. Her head lolled back against his shoulder, her mouth open in a moan that didn't end.
"NGGHH!! AHHH!!! HAHHH!!! Seamus… you destroyed my inside…" her voice was hoarse, too much screaming but enough to make him smirk.
Then his hand moved to the side of her neck, tilting it for her. "You want it? Take it."
The offer lit a hunger in her that was more than lust. She turned her head and sank her fangs deep into his skin. The moment his blood hit her tongue, she moaned like she was cumming, her body shuddering violently as she drank.
"OHHH… HHNNN…"
The copper-sweet rush filled her senses, twining with the relentless pounding of his cock, until she was shaking in pure ecstasy.
Seamus grunted through the sting of her bite, his hips never slowing. The combination of her mouth on his throat, her slick heat spasming around him, and Viviane's mouth still nursing at his balls was too much. His thrusts grew erratic, brutal, his cock swelling.
"I-I'M CUMMING AGAINN!!!" Isolde cried out against his skin, her third orgasm ripping through her—pussy clamping hard as she sucked more greedily.
That final squeeze broke him. With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself fully and spilled inside her, hot and thick, filling her to the brim until it overflowed down her thighs.
She drank until his grip loosened, then pulled back, lips stained red and smiling like a predator well-fed, her body trembling in bliss.