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

Chapter 136: After Sex**

Without thinking much, Seamus drove his cock inside her hard and deep as he groaned. Her pussy was already prepared, warm and wet, wrapping around him so perfectly that his restraint nearly snapped the moment he entered.

”AHHH!”

Her cry echoed in the room as her hands clutched his back, nails scraping down his skin. Her legs locked tightly around him, pulling him closer, as if daring him to go deeper and not stop until she broke.

”Seamus, come on, move, hahh, faster. Big sis wants to feel that cock destroy my insides,” she breathed, voice sultry and teasing, thick with lust.

Seamus grinned but said nothing. He began to move slowly, steady and deep, savoring every pulse of her warmth. Leah whimpered in frustration, her breath catching as his pace stayed maddeningly controlled.

Her body trembled beneath him, her pussy clenching and sucking him in, begging silently for the roughness she craved.

But he didn’t give it to her yet. He wanted to watch her unravel first.

”Ugh, ah! You! Are you deliberately trying to make me frustrated?”

She gasped, her body twisting beneath his hold. She tried to push him away, to change his rhythm, but he was stronger.

”Don’t you want this to be more than just lust?” he asked, his voice low, his words a lie.

”Shut up! I know you’re lying. Young men like you always love to thrust fast and clumsily in everything!”

Leah shot back, though her voice was breaking with need. She rolled her hips, trying to force him deeper, but he didn’t move faster. Her breath came out in desperate little moans.

”I just realized that moving slowly can be fun too,” he murmured, watching her face twist between anger and pleasure.

”I like the frustration on your face. And I found out that slow, deep thrusts feel damn good for me as well.”

Then, without warning, he pulled out almost entirely and thrust in fast and deep, the sudden impact making Leah’s back arch and her mouth fall open.

”Ahhh! Hahhh!”

Her nails dug into his back, leaving red trails that bled under her fingertips. Her voice shook with pleasure, her body trembling uncontrollably as her vision blurred with stars.

”Yes, just like that. Move like that but faster. I love it when you pound into my womb,” she moaned, her words spilling out between panting breaths.

Seamus leaned down and kissed her throat, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered with a grin, ”Much obliged.”

His hips began to move again, faster this time, each thrust meeting the sound of her gasps and the wet rhythm between them.

Her body arched toward him, meeting his every motion as if they were locked in perfect sync. The room filled with the sound of skin meeting skin, her voice rising in sweet, broken cries.

Leah’s eyes fluttered open for a moment, hazy with lust, and her trembling hands cupped his face. ”Don’t stop now,” she whispered, her tone half command, half plea.

And Seamus didn’t stop. He grabbed her waist and sat up, pulling her closer until she straddled him.

His cock sank deeper inside, making her eyes widen as her body convulsed. Her inner walls tightened around him, nearly driving him mad as she came suddenly, her scream echoing through the room.

”AHHH!!! HNGGGHH!!! SO GOOD!!!”

Her eyes rolled back. His tip almost pressed into her womb, driving her wild. It hurt, but the pleasure that came with it was unbearable—like an electric shock running through her body.

”Ah, fuck!” he groaned as the pleasure hit him hard.

Without waiting for her to recover, he began moving again. His hands gripped her waist, lifting and dropping her like a doll. Leah could only whimper as his thrusts grew faster and deeper, until he could feel himself pressing into her womb.

The tightness was maddening. He shoved her down on the bed again, chasing his climax with desperate thrusts.

”LORD!! AHH!! HNNN!!!” Leah’s cries filled the room, mixing with the wet slap of skin against skin.

Her pussy was dripping, making every movement slick and easy. He slowed down, pulled almost all the way out, then drove into her again and again.

She fainted from the overwhelming pleasure, but Seamus didn’t even notice. His breath came in ragged bursts, the only thought in his mind to reach his release.

”Shit, this feels too good. Your pussy’s the best,” he grunted, squeezing her breasts. The movement made her walls tighten even more, forcing a gasp from Leah as she jolted awake from the intensity.

”Ahhh... Hnnn, Seamus, enough... I’m scared...” Her voice was hoarse and faint, but Seamus barely heard her. He was lost to the rhythm, thrusting into her like a man possessed.

Leah could only cling to the sheets, her body trembling as another climax tore through her. Words failed her; the overstimulation was too much, yet a small, dazed smile formed on her lips.

Never in her life had she felt anything like this. She loved it, the way he used her, the raw intensity of it all.

Seamus lifted his head, hair damp with sweat, unaware how long he had been moving inside her. Her body kept trembling and tightening around him until he couldn’t hold back anymore.

”Ahh, hahh... gonna cum, Leah,” he groaned, spilling deep inside her before collapsing on top of her. His head rested on her chest as she brushed her fingers through his dark hair.

”Yeah... next time, let’s make a real sex dungeon so we can have a proper BDSM session,” she murmured weakly before her eyes darkened, and she fainted in his arms.

***

Seamus lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling while Madeline and Leah slept on either side of him. Their heads rested against his chest, their weight warm and grounding, yet his mind refused to quiet down.

Thoughts of his father and Maria circled endlessly, scratching at the edges of his guilt. He wanted to talk to them, to really speak face to face, but shame held him still.

After everything that happened, he could not bear to see them again. Even so, the thought of leaving this town without a word felt wrong.

When he first joined Velstrath, he never imagined things would spiral this far. He had thought it would be nothing more than sex, power, and how to hide everything from his father. Sleep with Viviane, tangle himself with Isolde, and move on.

But now, he was certain Andrew knew. His father must have realized that his son had slept with his wife.

”Damn, that’s awkward,” Seamus muttered under his breath.

Madeline stirred beside him and turned her head, her golden eyes half-open. ”What’s wrong? Still thinking about that girl and your father?”

He nodded with a sigh. There was no use pretending otherwise; she could see the future anyway.

”You know,” Madeline began, her tone lazy but sharp, ”I can’t actually see the future whenever I want. It isn’t something I can summon at will. It takes something drastic; an event, an emotion, or an omen powerful enough to awaken it.”

She smirked faintly. ”So no, I don’t get visions just because you feel guilty.”

His brows furrowed. ”Then how do you always know what’s on my mind? Also X bring me to that Scarlet something? And let me see the thread of fate.”

Madeline exhaled, as if the question itself was tiring. ”It’s just an illusion he made, no one, not even us can go to that place.”

”Also, you’re not that complicated, Seamus. Your thoughts usually fall into three categories: sex, Viviane, and whatever is bothering you at the moment. I just pick the most obvious one.”

”Damn that bastard deceives me! And that’s not true,” he protested. ”I can think about other things too.”

”Oh?” She tilted her head with a trace of amusement. ”Like what?”

Seamus paused, trying to come up with an answer.

”See?” she teased. ”You can’t.”

He rolled his eyes, though in truth his thoughts had drifted somewhere else entirely. He was thinking about how to level up faster.

He had been stuck at level forty for days, even after sleeping with two women and letting Leah drink his blood. His progress had slowed, and evolution felt frustratingly out of reach.

’Just ten more levels,’ he thought. ’Maybe I should let everyone feed once a day... No, that would drain me too fast. More sex, maybe?’

Madeline let out a low groan beside him. ”What are you thinking about now?”

”Nothing,” he said quickly, shrugging.

Eventually, he decided on a plan. Sex every day, and blood feeding for two or three of his harem members list depending on how calm things were. It sounded like a routine that might keep him sane.

”Anyway,” he said, changing the subject, ”I just realized something. Scavengers exist because they never drank the Emblem of Enigma’s blood, right? But what about small covenants like Lulu’s? She’s from Hesse. Since Corvane’s Enigma is still hiding, how does she get silver blood?”

Madeline opened one eye, her voice low and steady. ”You do know scavengers are vampires without a covenant, right? People don’t suddenly turn normal just because they join one. Those initiation rituals exist for a reason.”

”Isolde said it was only for formality. My head was a mess at that time, alright? I didn’t really pay attention to what she said.”

Madeline shook her head slowly. ”Smaller covenants usually receive silver blood from one of the Seven Great Covenants. Once a year, Emblems like us distribute it in small vials so they can sustain new members.”

”Ah, so that’s how it works.”

”Next time,” she murmured, turning away to settle back into sleep, ”try listening when people explain things to you. Especially Isolde. You’ll be dealing with her far more than you like.”

Seamus’s jaw tightened. He bit back his irritation and kept his eyes on the ceiling. ”Damn it,” he muttered, finally closing his eyes and hoping that sleep, for once, would take pity on him.