My Stepmom Is A Vampire & Her Entire Bloodline Wants To Breed Me

Seamus knitted his brows, realizing something wasn't right, but he smiled anyway, pretending nothing had happened.

Nothing good would come from making a scene; it was better to keep quiet, to hide what he knew until he understood what was really going on.

Viviane in front of him wasn't Viviane.

He knew it. He couldn't explain how, but everything about the figure before him screamed her name, her movements, her voice, her scent, yet she felt hollow, like someone perfectly imitating life without the warmth that made it real.

'If only I could remember what I did last time. I know it was important, but I can't figure out what it was.'

It sat just out of reach, like a word caught at the back of his tongue, close enough to feel but impossible to catch.

For now, he decided to play along. If this figure's power could be reached through touch, through pleasure, then maybe he could draw out what was hidden and remember what had happened.

"You make me scared, Viviane."

She blinked, her lashes fluttering for a moment before she tilted her head.

"What do you even mean? I'm right here. You're the one acting strange."

"I'm always focused on you," he replied with a faint, almost amused smile.

Her eyes widened slightly, then she grinned, a flicker of something too sharp to be playful crossing her face.

"Of course you are. You're just weird today, Seamus."

She stepped back, giving him space only to spread her legs again, her body open and waiting, every movement deliberate and inviting.

"Come here, babe. I want you."

Her words were soft and sweet, yet they made a shiver crawl down his spine instead. 'As long as she doesn't drink my blood, I might even have a new skill.'

He took her hand and pulled her closer, letting their bodies press together until her breath warmed his skin.

His hands slid down to her waist, lifting her slowly. She smirked and rested her hands on his shoulders, grinding her wet cunt against his length making it wet with her juice until he let out a sharp breath, his voice low and rough.

"Hahh, you really love teasing me, don't you? You'll regret it."

Without warning, he thrust into her in one hard movement, filling her completely.

"AHHHNN! SE-SEAMUS~"

She gasped, her head snapping back as her fingers brushed over her own stomach, the outline of him pressing inside her.

"You're so bigg~"

"Now move, would you?"

He murmured, pressing upward again, making her body jolt.

Viviane nodded weakly and began to move, her pace unsteady as she rose and fell on him. Her breasts bounced in rhythm with her movements, her skin glowing with sweat.

Seamus groaned, feeling how tight and slick she was, her body clenching around him, wanting to dry him. But still, this wasn't Viviane's rhythm. Whoever in front of him clearly wasn't skillful yet.

"Hahhh, so tight, Viviane. Why don't you show me your favorite move?" he asked, his tone heavy with lust, he wanted to test her.

"Hng? Ahhh, hahh! I-I'm… too big!" she moaned, her voice trembling between pleasure and strain.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as sweat rolled down her chest, glistening in the dim light. She wasn't used to this, her body struggling to adjust, but even in that awkwardness, she was still unbearably enticing.

Seamus licked his bottom lip, his thoughts circling. 'Who could have done something like this? Diane? No, she doesn't have this kind of power.'

He reached up, his fingers sliding over her skin before gripping her breast firmly. He pulled, twisting until she let out a sharp, broken cry that trembled through her whole body.

"AHH! NOO!!! SE-SEAMUSS HNNNGGG~"

Her body convulsed, her inner muscles tightening around him, the heat between them growing unbearable. He hissed at the sensation, his breath unsteady as her body quivered in his arms.

"Faster, Viviane–"

But before Seamus could continue his words, a sharp static sound filled his ears again, piercing through his head until the pain made him grimace.

He blinked several times, trying to hold it together as the noise grew louder, and through it, he heard someone calling his name.

"SEAMUS!"

The voice was soft but firm, cutting through the haze like a clear tone. He knew that voice, Maria.

'What's happening?'

His thoughts spun out of control even as he tried to focus on "Viviane," who was far too caught up in her pleasure to notice anything wrong.

Her moans filled the air, her body trembling as her juices continued to flow, each movement more desperate than the last. Seamus tried to keep up, though confusion clouded his mind.

"Ahhh!!! Hngghh~ Seamus! I love your cock so much!" she cried, her voice high and wild as she bounced harder, chasing her climax.

He hissed through his teeth, pleasure shooting through him as her inner walls convulsed tightly around him.

"Damn, Viviane…" he muttered, half in pleasure and half in bewilderment.

The pain in his head flared again, mixing with the heat coiling low in his body. He could barely think straight, the contrast of sensations pulling him apart.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, a fragment of reality tried to surface, he was supposed to be in morning class. Why was he here?

"Ahhh! Seamus!"

Viviane grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss, her mouth hungry and demanding. Her lips pressed against his, her tongue pushing past his parted mouth, devouring him like she was starving for it.

Her hips rolled faster, grinding against him with every thrust, her breath hot against his cheek as he tightened his grip on her waist.

He lifted her and pushed back inside her with a single, deep motion. Her body tensed in his arms, her back arching as a broken cry tore from her throat.

"AHHH!!! AH, CUMMINGHHH!!!"

Her walls clenched around him, pulsing and trembling as she came, sending sharp pleasure coursing through him. Seamus groaned, hissing through his teeth as he struggled to hold back his own release.

"Fuck, so good…" he murmured, his voice low and rough.

But the moment didn't last. Viviane's lips trailed down his jaw to his neck, and when he felt her tongue trace along his skin, realization hit him instantly.

His eyes widened, he knew what she was about to do.

With a swift motion, he pushed her down onto the ground, pinning her wrists beneath his hands. His expression shifted into a smirk.

"You know our rule, right? No drinking before I cum inside you."

Viviane looked startled for a brief second before her lips curved into a giggle.

"Bring it on, darling. I'll make you cum."

Her legs wrapped tightly around his back, pulling him in deeper as he moved.

Their bodies pressed together, skin slick with sweat, his breath heavy as droplets slid down and landed on her glowing, trembling form.

Seamus thrust deeper, harder, his body moving on instinct as heat built inside him. The pleasure clawed at his senses, but along with it came something else, his memories.

Fragments started to surface, flashing through his mind in disjointed images. The chaos, the blood. He and Diane tried to stop it before everything went wrong.

Viviane's arms wrapped around his neck, her voice breaking through his haze. "Hngghh~ Seamus! Faster!"

He nodded, his breath ragged, and drove into her again with renewed force. His hands gripped her thighs tightly, pulling her closer as he pulled almost all the way out until only the tip remained before slamming back inside, even deeper this time.

Viviane's body jolted in pleasure, her eyes rolling back as her voice cracked into a cry.

"CUMMHHH!!!"

Her release came hard, her body trembling as she squirted uncontrollably, wetting them both.

Seamus smirked but didn't stop, his pace quickening with each push, chasing his own edge as her inner walls clenched and quivered around him, refusing to let go.

He couldn't hold it anymore. With a low, guttural sound from his throat, he buried himself deep and spilled everything inside her, his release hot and heavy, filling her completely.

Viviane's mouth drolled as she came once more, their bodies trembling together, breathless and spent.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to steady her breathing, sweat glistening over her flushed skin.

"Then… Can I drink you now?" she whispered not even a minute after their climax as if her body was already back to normal even when his cock still deep inside her. But her tone was laced with something dark.

Her eyes glinted red and in that instant, Seamus remembered it all, the chaos, the bloodshed, the betrayal.

The Lady Crow and he voluntarily came with her as everything turned into darkness.

'This must be one of her tricks.'

He caught her by the throat, his hand firm but calm, his lips curving into a dangerous smirk as he met her gaze.

"You will," he said quietly, his voice cold, "after I kill you."