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

Chapter 64: Diane in Shibari**

”Hahh~ you really are made for this,” Seamus growled as he kept thrusting into Leah’s mouth as if it were a pussy.

She was upside down on the breeding bench, her head tilted back, forced to take his cock over and over again.

Saliva mixed with precum ran down her cheeks and onto her breasts. Each time he bottomed out, his balls smacked against her face.

Leah didn’t care; her expression was blissful. Her pussy clenched and trembled, climaxing just from the face-fucking, thick white fluid dripping steadily onto the floor.

”You cum again just like that? What a masochist slut...”

Seamus thrust deep once more, her throat twitching tight around his shaft, making him groan. The bulge his cock made down her throat only made her look hotter.

He slid his fingers into her soaked hole, pushing deep until semen leaked like a fountain and dripped back over her face.

”Oh fuck... did I cum inside you that much?” he chuckled. Leah nodded furiously, as if begging for more of his jizz.

”It’s a shame, but I need to move to Diane,” he said, glancing over.

Diane hung from the ceiling, red ropes binding her hands and feet, her naked ass and dripping pussy already stuffed with a vibrator as prep.

Her red hair clung wetly to her cheeks; soft moans escaped her lips. She looked like a gift waiting to be unwrapped.

On the edge of the bed, Isolde crossed her legs and smiled. ”Consider it a present,” she purred.

Seamus rolled his eyes but turned back to Leah, plunging his fingers into her again. He scissored her walls, making her convulse as she climaxed, her juices splurting on the wall.

”Mphh!! Ngghh~” Leah moaned around his cock, her throat vibrating against him as he sped up, making her gag.

”Ahhh—fuck!” Seamus hissed; the gag made her even tighter.

He couldn’t hold back. Her tongue flicked along him, her muscles milking his shaft.

With one final, deep thrust he spilled into her mouth, filling her stomach with his seed as she shuddered in another orgasm.

Seamus withdrew his fingers and cock. ”Clean it, Leah.”

Leah nodded and obediently licked his shaft, swallowing the mix of cum and saliva until it gleamed.

”Ahhh~ Master, don’t leave me like this. I’m not done with your cock...” she begged, still trembling with desire even after countless rounds.

Clearly, this dream was made for Leah and her masochistic nature as she enjoyed this too much. And Seamus wanted to give her more—God, she was unbearably hot—but Diane was waiting.

”Not this time, babe. For now, you’ll have to be patient with only this.” He grabbed a toy the same size as himself from the wall and pushed it into her soaked pussy.

”AHH~ HNGG~!” Leah cried out, cumming again as he flicked the vibrator on.

Seamus left Leah trembling on the bench, her slick folds stuffed with humming toys, and stepped over to Diane. She hung suspended near the bed, ropes biting into her pale skin, her hips perfectly aligned with his waist.

Her back was to him, but her flushed face peeked over her shoulder, red hair clinging damply to her cheeks. ”Seamus~ hhhnnggg! This—this is embarrassing!” she stammered, her bound body quivering.

”Embarrassing?” He laughed low. ”You’ll get used to it. This is a payment for drinking my blood.”

”WHAT?!” she burst out, realization dawning that her mother had said nothing.

”So what? It’ll feel good anyway. You’ll learn to crave it,” he murmured, closing the space between them.

He plucked the small love-egg from her slick entrance; a soft moan slipped from her lips as the toy left her. Her channel clenched on emptiness, needy. Seamus pressed his thick tip against her folds.

”W-wait!” Diane suddenly said, ”Just a moment... I-I’m actually a virgin.” she whispered as if it was embarrassing.

Well yeah, it was since Diane was actually hundreds of years old even a hundred years but no one actually ever touched her?

However, Seamus was used to this since Viviane was also the same when they did it for the first time.

”Okay,” he said casually, ”I’ll be gentle.”

She twisted her head, confused at his flat tone. ”Ugh... I mean I know how to use toys, just not—” she flushed bright red ”—not a real penis!”

”Yup,” he said, unconcerned.

Before she could think further he slid two fingers into her, slowly stretching her. Diane bit her lower lip hard, fighting the moan rising in her throat. Seamus cocked an eyebrow at her sudden restraint and followed her gaze. She was looking nervously at Isolde.

His smirk returned as he leaned down, breath hot at her ear. ”Is it because of your mother you’re acting like this?”

He chuckled, voice taunting. ”Weird... in the hall you were so excited, grabbing my cock like that.” Another finger pushed in, three now, moving in and out until she jolted under him.

”Hhhngg~ ahhh! You asshole!” Her moan finally broke free as her body betrayed her, arching into his touch.

When he twisted and tugged her nipple at the same time she almost screamed. Her breasts, already marked red by the rope, grew even more sensitive, every pull making her walls clamp around his fingers.

”Oh no! ahhh! Hhhnngg~ cumming!”

Diane cried, convulsing as a gush of wetness ran down his hand, slicking his fingers. Her body trembled violently, craving more. She wanted his cock now, not toys.

But her pride still hovered, making her hesitate. Luckily for her, Seamus was at his limit too. He shifted behind her, his erection pressing hot and hard against her entrance.

”The first time always hurts a little,” he murmured, voice rough.

”But since you’re a pro with toys, you’ll be fine... or maybe,” his mouth curved, ”you’re not really a virgin anymore because of that?”

Before she could respond, Seamus thrust almost all of his shaft in just one shove, making her moan in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Her climax was still there and now something heavy and thick was filling her pussy.

”AHHHH! SEAMUS!”

Seamus could feel her tighten around him, the slick heat of her body clenching greedily at his shaft.

There was no blood mixed in with her wetness; given her years of ”training” with toys, he’d expected as much.

Diane writhed beneath him, hips shifting in small, jerky movements as he held her by the waist to steady her.

”Calm down,” he murmured, voice low. ”You’re a fighter, aren’t you? This can’t hurt worse than the scars you’ve earned.”

”Ugh... hnnn... it—it feels like I’m being split open,” she whispered, head bowed, her breath coming fast. ”It’s burning...”

”Don’t you have rose toys bigger than mine?” he chuckled, trying to relax the situation.

”Shut up! Mine’s not that big!”

A flicker of something dark crossed Seamus’ face. Every time he looked at her he saw Viviane’s shadow, and it made the knot in his chest tighten.

He clenched his jaw. ”It’ll feel good soon,” he promised.

He kept his pace slow, resisting the urge to drive in deep. Instead of using his full weight, he eased in and out, letting her adjust.

Her slickness helped him slide easily despite her tightness, and gradually he sank a little deeper each time.

”Hnngg... Seamus...” she breathed, the pain in her voice giving way to a quivering moan. Her walls fluttered around him, her body betraying her as he brushed the spot that made her twitch.

”Damn...” he hissed under his breath, feeling her tighten again.

A tug on the red ropes binding her wrists made her arch back against him, and he began to rock into her, the steady thrusts drawing soft, broken sounds from her lips.

”Hahhh... hnnn~ more!”

Diane finally broke, her restrained, embarrassed side vanishing the moment his length pressed deep, turning her into a wet, trembling mess.

Her hips rocked helplessly against the ropes, every movement drawing him further in.

”Finally...” Seamus growled, feeling her walls ripple around him.

He pulled on the red bindings, making her body swing, the ropes doing most of the work as he steadied her waist and let the motion drive him.

She clenched down on him so hard he knew she was on the edge.

He timed it; slow, then fast, then all the way. With one hard, full thrust he buried himself to the hilt, the impact knocking a ragged cry from her throat.

Her whole body shuddered like a trapped fawn as he worked the ropes, the two of them moving as if on a swing.

”OHHHH! AHHHH! CUMMING!”

Her back arched, eyes rolling as a wave of pleasure ripped through her.

The tight convulsions of her body dragged a hiss from Seamus; he couldn’t hold back, heat flooding out of him as he spilled inside her.

It was too much; their mixed fluids ran down her inner thighs, dripping to the floor beneath the ropes.

”See? You’ll learn to love it,” he murmured against her ear, still holding her hips as her body twitched in aftershocks.

Diane didn’t answer, only gasped for air, muscles fluttering around him while the ropes rocked her slowly back and forth.

Then a warm breath brushed his neck. A voice, low and velvet, whispered against his ear:

”Seamus... are you satisfied? Or do you want to be satisfied with my body instead?”

He stiffened. It was Isolde, standing close enough for her scent to mix with Diane’s, watching them both with that unreadable smile.