My Stepmom Is a Vampire
Copyright© 2025 by Vamp
Chapter 15: Make Mommy Proud
Seamus blinked slowly, his mind still fuzzy. Something was different.
He wasn’t on the sofa anymore. Now he lay on a bed, hands clutching soft, white sheets beneath him. The room felt cold and surreal.
When he turned his head, he saw tall windows, and beyond them, a massive blood-red moon. The same moon he remembered when Viviane bit his neck.
‘Is this a dream?’ he wondered, his thoughts slow and swimming.
Then he felt it. Cold hands cupped his face, gentle but firm. He turned to see Isolde straddling him, completely naked.
Her skin was pale like marble, her crimson eyes glowing beneath that ominous moonlight. Her smile stretched with hunger, her fangs visible now.
“Focus on me, boy,” she said sweetly, but full of lust.
He shivered. “You ... You want to suck my blood?”
Isolde laughed, soft and sharp. “Well, I am going to,” she said, tilting her head. “But let’s have a little fun first, shall we?”
Her fingers slid over his bare chest. He was just as naked as she was. Her long, polished black nails traced along his skin, slow and teasing.
Then they scratched. Thin red lines bloomed across his chest as he flinched, the sting sharp and hot.
“Mmm. What a good smell,” she whispered.
She leaned down and licked the blood along his chest. He squirmed under her tongue, caught between discomfort and ... lust.
Her cold lips traced over his skin, and when her nipples brushed against him, he gasped. She was too hot to be rejected.
And Seamus had already given up fighting. There was no point now. After all, being used like this by a vampire made him stronger. The more he surrendered, the more power he would gain.
And one day, when he was strong enough, he’d turn the tables. He’d be the one on top. He’d be the one they obeyed.
Isolde licked the last drop from his chest, her pussy now on top of his cock as she pressed it, moved it forward and backward, making him hiss.
“Good, your cock hard again easily. You really love my body, don’t you?” she smirked.
“Well, you are the one who teases me like that ... any normal man would react the same.” he sighed, gulped down as he could feel her juices covering his shaft every time he moved.
Isolde just laughed and lifting her hips and sliding the slick head of his cock between her folds.
“You are a good boy, Seamus. You at least deserve this.”
She sank down on him slowly, inch by inch, her walls gripping him tight, hot, impossibly wet. Seamus hissed between his teeth, hips jerking upward instinctively.
“Hhhnngg~ Your big cock is delicious.”
She moaned low in her throat, the sound vibrating through his bones.
“Fuck,” he gasped, eyes narrowing. “You’re tight.”
Her walls clenched on his shaft perfectly, as if molded just only for him. Inside was warm, and soft, making him groan in pleasure.
Isolde’s hips started to move, slow at first, grinding in a rhythm that made Seamus arch his spine. Her hands braced on his chest, nails digging into the fresh wounds she’d left behind.
As she moved, her breasts pressed against his skin, smearing blood between them, her nipples stiff as they dragged over his flesh.
“Ahhh~ Hahhh~ You’re the best,” Isolde moaned.
She licked her hand, now coated with his blood, her body moving up and down, savoring every second of it.
Seamus thrust up to meet her, matching her pace. He couldn’t just lie there, she was too slow. He needed more.
She laughed softly, still riding him. “What a needy little thing. You’re that desperate for mommy’s cunt, aren’t you?”