Seamus lay sprawled on the soft bed, breath ragged, the only sounds in the room the faint hum of cooling lust and the occasional, gentle moan from Isolde, still riding the high of her last climax.
Her pussy was stuffed with his cum, the thick mess spilling onto the sheets. Her mind felt hazy, her body heavy, but her lust… still burning.
"How was it? Good?" he asked with a smug curl of his lips.
Isolde's reply came soft, almost teasing. "Not bad."
"Not bad?" he snorted. "You were moaning like an animal and begging me to keep fucking you. I'll just assume you've realized I'm as good as I said I was."
She chuckled low in her throat. "Ahh… you mean that sloppy, wild rutting? Like an animal in heat?"
Her grin widened. "But you're not wrong. I do enjoy being manhandled… But Seamus, did you really think it was over?"
Her fingers slid between her legs, dipping into the mess he left inside her, scooping up the thick seed and letting it drip down her hand. "Mmm… what a shame your cum has to go to waste like this."
She licked her fingers clean with slow strokes of her tongue, chasing the taste down her wrist and arm, her fangs glinting, turning the act into something sinfully erotic. The sight alone had his cock twitching back to life.
"You need help with that?" he smirked, leaning back into a lazy, half-sitting position, his weight supported by his arms.
"You don't have to, Seamus," she purred. "You'll taste it soon enough."
She kept playing with herself, moaning softly, her legs spread wide—an open invitation to be ruined all over again.
But Seamus was in no hurry. He enjoyed watching her work herself over, every movement designed to taunt him.
"Now… clean," she finally murmured, smirking as she crawled up his body.
She pushed him back against the mattress, her dripping cunt hovering over his face. "I'd love to keep you for my entertainment… but I think Viviane deserves some attention too, don't you think?"
She shifted, turning just enough for him to see Viviane already straddling his hips, sliding down onto his freshly hardened cock slowly. The tight, hot squeeze made him groan deep in his chest.
"Hell yeah," Seamus grinned, feeling her take him inch by inch. "I'm ready when you are."
Viviane's cunt swallowed his cock whole, the slick heat tightening around him as she began to bounce, her hips finding a steady, hard rhythm.
Seamus groaned, the wet smack of her ass meeting his thighs mixing with the sound of her breathless moans.
"Ngghhh~ ahhhh ahhh!!!" She could only moan and call for his name like she was being made like that, for Seamus' pleasure.
"Come on, boy, you know what to do." Above him, Isolde lowered herself, her knees braced against the bed, that perfect dripping pussy descending until it was right over his mouth.
He didn't hesitate—his tongue shot out, licking a long, slow stripe up her folds before diving in.
The taste of her coated his tongue, and he groaned into her heat, gripping her thighs to pull her down harder onto his face.
"Ahhh! Good, you are so good…" Isolde's voice cracked, her head tilting back, one hand grabbing his hair. "Eat me, Seamus… don't stop… nghhh~"
"Ohhh!!! Ahhh!!! Seamus!!! Cock, love!!!" Viviane rode him faster, her tight walls gripping and milking his cock, her breasts bouncing with each slam down.
She leaned forward, pressing her palms into his chest, grinding down hard before lifting again, her pace brutal and unrelenting.
Seamus groaned into Isolde's pussy, his tongue circling her clit before plunging back inside, fucking her with it while sucking at her swollen nub.
His nose rubbed against her mound, his stubble scraping her sensitive skin just enough to make her shiver.
"HHHNNNN!!! YESHH!!!" Isolde's voice shook, her thighs trembling, her hips grinding against his mouth in time with Viviane's ruthless bouncing.
She was losing control, her perfect composure slipping into breathless, desperate moans. But still the view of her daughter being ruined made her smirked, "How is it Seamus, do you like fucking your stepsis?"
Seamus let out his tongue, "Yess. fuck her pussy is so hot! Like mother, like daughter."
Isolde just chuckled, enjoyed this.
Though, it would be better if Viviane's figure was the real one, fighting against his cock while two of them are being ruined would be fun.
The bed creaked under them, Seamus' cock buried deep in Viviane as her movements grew more erratic.
She was close, he could feel it in the way she clenched him with every drop. His own climax threatened, but he held it back, focusing on dragging both of them over the edge first.
Isolde's grip on his hair tightened painfully, her entire body trembling. "AHHH!!! OOHH!!! I'M CUMMINGG!" she cried out, grinding hard against his face.
He kept going, licking and sucking through her climax, feeling that delicious cum of hers. His tongue was relentless as she gasped and moaned above him.
"Damn, Seamus… you are so perfect from up to toe," she murmured, still high on pleasure.
Viviane's body shook, her movements turning into wild, needy thrusts as her pussy clamped down hard on his cock. She threw her head back, her silent cry mixing with the slick sound of their bodies.
"HHNNGGG!!! AHHHH!!! HAHHH I'M CLOSEEE!!!" Viviane's scream echoed all over the room, for only an illusion, her pleasure felt so real.
Seamus finally let go, thrusting up into Viviane with brutal force as his own orgasm ripped through him. He groaned loudly, spilling hot, thick ropes deep inside Viviane as she rode out her release.
Isolde, still shuddering, collapsed forward slightly, panting. But her hunger wasn't done—not for sex, and not for blood.
She reached down, gripping his wrists and pulling them away from her thighs, forcing him to meet her gaze. Her eyes burned with that vampiric hunger.
"Your turn," she whispered, leaning down over him.
He didn't resist. She sank her fangs into his chest with a deep, greedy bite, the sharp pain sending another pulse of heat through his body.
Seamus groaned, feeling her drink—her hips still grinding against his face in lazy, post-orgasmic rolls, smearing his face with cum.
The pull of her mouth, the heat of her breath, the sound of Viviane still rocking on his cock, milking every last drop, everything blurred into one overwhelming rush.
He grabbed the back of Isolde's head, pulling her closer, giving her full access to his blood. Her moans deepened as she drank, her thighs squeezing around his head.
Viviane trembled above him, her pace slowing as aftershocks hit, but she still kept him buried inside, her cunt squeezing and twitching around him.
'Ohh, fuck, this is too gooddd…'
Seamus' heartbeat slowed, his muscles heavy, but he didn't stop licking, didn't stop tasting Isolde until she finally pulled away, blood on her lips, eyes glassy with pleasure.
She licked the crimson from her mouth, smiling wickedly. "Mmm… almost too good to share."
Viviane slid off him slowly, his cock slipping free with a wet sound, leaving him drenched in a mix of cum and slick. She leaned forward, pressing her cheek to his chest, her breathing steadying.
Isolde shifted down, lying beside him, one hand possessively over his chest as if staking a claim.
"Rest for now, Seamus," she purred, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin. "We're far from finished with you."