NOVEL NEXT Chapter 54: Your happiness is my happiness (1)
As soon as Elaine lost consciousness, we brought her back home—we told her aunt Britney, Melania's mother, that her niece had simply had too much to drink.
When Elaine came to, it was already morning. Fortunately, I'd say, since Melania and I had spent the night having sex. She didn't even need to use her powers this time—simply, the more time I spend with that young girl, the stronger my urge grows to take her whenever I get the chance. I can't really explain why, it just is. Maybe because she embodies the most forbidden thing in the world, or maybe because her succubus nature and her experience make her an insane sex machine, able to give me pleasure I've rarely felt before—except with Isabelle.
And speaking of Isabelle… the long-awaited weekend together has finally arrived, a chance to make up for the emptiness of those two endless weeks apart.
And since she doesn't like to do things small when it comes to us, she even booked an entire cruise ship for a night—one of those super-luxurious ones with a sauna, indoor heated pools, and the whole staff at our disposal for any request.
Seriously, is there any guy in the world luckier than me? Loved and spoiled by the most beautiful and exciting woman alive, rich beyond belief, with an endless craving to have my cock in every part of her body. What more could I ask from life? I don't think there are enough prayers in the world to thank the god of vampires—or whoever else—for blessing me this way after those shitty ten years in the orphanage.
We've just set sail from Pier 83 in Midtown Manhattan, right in time for dinner. Dinner… pff… yeah, sure.
It may sound crazy, but it's my first time on one of these ultra-luxury ships, and I have to admit it's mesmerizing to watch the New York coastline lit up at night from afar. It feels truly romantic—especially with Isabelle sucking my cock with a hunger born of abstinence. Since she came back, we've only had one night to fuck—far too little to satisfy either of us.
«R-Rennie… I'm so happy to be here with you, I love you, I love you so much…» Isabelle murmurs, her voice muffled by my cock.
We're lying comfortably on a padded couch inside the deck, gazing at the shining coastline—or at least, I am. She, dressed in a lacy white outfit as elegant as it is revealing, is bent forward with her head between my legs, her lips moving up and down my cock, hard as marble.
Up and down, up and down, faster and faster, with growing passion.
«You've missed me too, Isabelle, my love…» I pant, my voice ragged with pleasure. The feeling builds higher and higher—I can sense it… I'm about to come.
I press my hand against the back of her head, my fingers tangled in her burgundy hair, and push her down until my cock reaches her throat. A moment later, my cum bursts inside her, thick and abundant, as if I hadn't released in centuries—even though just last night Melania made me come three times.
But Isabelle is Isabelle. No matter how many times I fuck, if it isn't with her, it's like it never happened. That's why I came so quickly—barely ten minutes, no more—and I filled her throat much more than usual.
I'd say that's a good thing—if, after several days of abstinence, it took me too long to come or only a few drops came out, she'd definitely suspect she's not the only one I'm sleeping with. At the very least, she'd throw me overboard.
Not a single drop of my cum escapes her mouth—she swallows it all as if it were a sweet, exquisite cream. Then she straddles me and collapses forward, chest to chest.
Instinctively, my hands grab her huge breasts, but she stops me.
«Wait a second, Rennie. I just want to stay like this for a while, watching the view together, holding each other…» she murmurs, her voice sweet and breathless.
She hugs me and I hug her back, cheek to cheek, while our eyes lose themselves in the mesmerizing stretch of lights gliding before us—the only line dividing sky and sea, both equally black.
«Rennie… there's something important I want to tell you. But first… promise me that no matter what I say, you won't leave me. That you'll always stay with me, by my side. I would die without you, my little Ren, the son and lover any woman could ever dream of. I love you with all my heart. So promise me, promise you won't leave me alone, no matter what happens…»
My breath stops. I break out in a cold sweat. What the hell does this introduction mean? It's the first time in eight years she's said anything like this to me...
Maybe… maybe something happened during that business trip? Did she meet the man of her life, fall for him, and now she's about to tell me something like, "this will be our last night as lovers; from now on my heart belongs to another"? No — I'm not ready for that. Even hearing that she might simply confess to cheating because of the distance would hurt, but I could accept it. I've always slept with any woman I fancied, so if karma exists I suppose I'd have to forgive her for a moment of weakness. I'd sell my soul if it were only something like that—please, Isabelle, don't leave me…
I nod barely, silently. Despite being eaten alive by worry inside, outwardly I remain impassive—or at least I think I don't show it.
Yet my eyes are wet, cold sweat beads on my brow, my heart pounding so hard she must feel it too. My body trembles uncontrollably, though I could blame the chill... Her silence is killing me. Please, say something, I can't take this...
«There's no point beating around the bush—there aren't many ways to say what I'm about to tell you…» she whispers, almost sobbing.
Shit… she's about to cry… then it's just as I feared. She really is about to tell me she cheated… it can't be anything else—she's devastated, I can see it on her face. And yet, it's only been two weeks… Isabelle has never been the type to open up easily. How could she meet someone in such a short time, fall so hard for him, and now be ready to end things with me? It makes no sense…
Her hand closes over mine and guides it to her belly.
Her sobs turn into real tears. Maybe it's just my mind refusing to accept I'm about to be dumped by the woman I love more than my own life. And yet… her eyes, her smile, don't look like someone broken or desperate, but like someone overwhelmed—with emotion, with happiness…
«Rennie… I'm pregnant with our child.»