My Stepmom Is a Vampire
Copyright© 2025 by Vamp
Chapter 36: Destroying Her
“Oh, don’t underestimate me like that.” Seamus grinned, tilting Isolde’s chin up. “It would be embarrassing if you ended up being the one who fainted.”
Isolde’s eyes widened for a moment before she burst into a low, sultry laugh. “Oh, Seamus ... I want to see it. I want to feel my pussy getting railed by your thick cock until I black out.”
“Bring it on, then.”
Without another word, he hoisted Isolde over his shoulder like she weighed nothing. In the same smooth motion, he grabbed Viviane as well, his newfound strength making it effortless. Both women giggled as he moved toward a bed that materialized out of nowhere in the dreamscape.
He tossed them down onto the mattress with a deliberate gentleness, then crawled forward, his smirk widening.
“Let’s make this oyakodon unforgettable.”
The mattress barely dipped before Viviane was already on her knees, red hair falling forward, her lips parted in wordless invitation.
Isolde sprawled back on her elbows, legs spreading as if she were daring him to close the distance. Her crimson eyes glittered with hunger. “Come on, brat,” she taunted and Seamus saw this as a challenge.
Seamus didn’t bother with teasing or build-up. The moment he lined himself up, he drove his cock deep into Isolde’s slick, waiting heat, burying himself to the hilt in a single, brutal thrust.
The wet walls clenched around him like a vice, twitching faintly as if welcoming the intrusion. The sudden tightness and warmth made him grunt low in his throat.
“AHHH!!!” Isolde jolted violently, a scream ripping from her throat.
Her nails raked down his back in ragged, uncontrolled lines, leaving stinging trails of blood. The room reeked of sex, and beneath it all was the faint metallic tang of blood seeping from shallow scratches, making the air heavy and intoxicating.
“Do you like it that hard?” he growled into her ear, his voice low and smug, before pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in even harder. The impact made her whole body shudder.
“YESSHHH!!! FUCK ME MORE!” she screamed, voice cracking into a moan as her eyes rolled briefly.
Feeling her squeeze and flutter around him made something primal flare in Seamus. A vicious grin spread across his face as he shifted, grabbing her hips and flipping her effortlessly onto her stomach.
He yanked her up by the waist, arching her back so her ass was high, the perfect angle for him to drive even deeper. In this position, he could destroy her.
He brought his palm down hard on her ass, the sharp crack making her jolt and gasp. “Nice,” he muttered, admiring the way her pale skin flushed pink before pulling back and hammering into her again.
Each thrust was hard, precise, and merciless, his hips slamming against her backside with enough force to make the bed frame groan.
Her wetness coated him completely, the sound of their bodies colliding loud and filthy in the air. He could feel her legs trembling, her breaths ragged and erratic as he pounded into her without slowing.
“Fuck ... I could do this forever,” Seamus grunted, driving himself deep enough that the blunt head of his cock kissed her womb again and again. Her juices dripped freely, running down his shaft, staining the sheets beneath them.
“GHHHH!!! AHHHH!!! CUMMM!!!” Isolde’s voice broke into a raw scream as her release hit.
Her entire body seized and trembled violently, her pussy clamping around him in rhythmic spasms. She loved the way he slammed into her womb, that mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure that unraveled her composure completely.
Seamus bit back his own release, his breath coming heavy as he endured the tight, milking pulls of her orgasm. But he wasn’t giving her a break.
The moment she started to slump, he kept moving—thrust after thrust—driving her overstimulated body into another wave. Her legs twitched helplessly, her cries turning higher, needier.