My Stepmom Is a Vampire
Copyright© 2025 by Vamp
Chapter 14: Unbearable Temptation
But then something even more shocking flashed before Seamus’s eyes.
A system notification.
[You are under the effect of Hypnos: Euthymia!]
[However, due to your low level and early-stage evolution, your Barrier of Sagacitas can only resist 10% of the skill’s effect!]
[Your @#$-)))—]
The system’s voice and the glowing screens cut off abruptly, vanishing into nothingness.
Because Isolde leaned in. Her temple pressed against his. Their eyes met, so close that he could see the crimson in her gaze, deep and glowing, like twin blood moons.
“Listen to me, Seamus,” she whispered. “Don’t you think everything would be easier ... if you just accepted my touch? My love?”
Her fingers slipped into his shirt, unfastening each button. They trailed over his bare chest—cool and electric—while his head swam and pulsed with confusion.
His eyes were unfocused, and his head was in pain as if it were trying to fight off something.
He grimaced. “What ... what’s happening to me?” he asked, though it was unclear if the question was for himself or the monster in front of him.
Her temple remained cold against his. Her gaze lingered and suffocating.
“Nothing, Seamus. Nothing’s happening.” She smiled sweetly. “Only pleasure. And you’ll feel it, right after the pain fades.”
She kissed his temple. And just like that ... the pressure vanished. The discomfort in his head and mind was gone. But something else was off.
“Ugh ... I feel like I forgot something important,” he muttered, dazed. “What ... what was it again?”
It was right there. A question he was supposed to ask. A truth he needed to hold onto. But it was slipping from his mind and left him with only more confusion.
“Oh right, you forgot about the breastfeeding,” she said with a smirk. “Do you want your mommy’s milk, sweetheart?”
Seamus’s jaw dropped. He was indeed feeling like flying and high, but what the hell.
“Wait, what? I ... I don’t think I wanted something like that,” he said, narrowing his eyes with suspicion.
But it was already too late. Isolde was undoing the buttons on her black top dress, grumbling to herself.
“I swear, I should’ve worn something easier to take off...”
Seamus’s eyes widened. “Wait-wait! That’s!”
“No, baby. You promised me, remember?” Her smirk widened like a cat cornering a mouse.
He was almost certain she was just messing with him. But she kept going—unbuttoning the last clasp—revealing the black lace of her bra. And then, with one flick, the bra came undone.
Her breasts spilled forward, barely restrained by her dress, but still enormous and heavy, like dams on the verge of collapse.
“This ... we’re doing this?!” Seamus asked, voice cracking in disbelief.
He didn’t know why it might look hot for some people even for him ... But he swears he didn’t have a mommy issue. So, what the hell?!
Her fingers cupped the back of his head, pressing him gently forward. His lips, parted and dazed, brushed against her pale breast and then latched without a second thought.
“Good boy,” Isolde purred, her voice dripping with heat and control. “That’s it. Drink.”
Her nipple slipped past his lips, and she felt his mouth begin to suckle, hesitant at first, unsure, but growing needier with every second.
This was every man’s dream and he wasn’t in the right mind to refuse this. ‘Fuck! This is hot!’
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