My Stepmom Is a Vampire
Copyright© 2025 by Vamp
Chapter 38: You Know Nothing
Seamus finally opened his eyes after what felt like an eternity of sex. His length had gone soft, his balls utterly drained.
He had been milked by two gorgeous women until there was nothing left in him, and for a fleeting moment, he thought he could die in peace.
Almost.
His fragile bliss was broken by Isolde’s voice. “Oh? Awake already?”
He jolted upright, blinking toward the table near the window. Isolde sat there, fingers tapping across a keyboard, the rhythmic clicks filling the room. She was working.
“Huh? Even vampires work?”
She chuckled, taking a slow sip of coffee. “Do you think this wealth comes from money trees?”
“I figured you’d have some kind of alchemy trick. You know, making gold out of nothing?” He rubbed the back of his neck.
“Oh, Seamus, that’s just a dream for the unemployed,” she teased, swiveling her chair toward him.
“Nothing is free in this world. Even the clean air you breathe is a privilege bought by wealth.”
Her voice softened but her words carried an edge. “Plenty of poor souls cannot walk five steps without breathing in trash. So if you want to be the patriarch of Velstrath, you should at least graduate college first.”
Seamus froze. His eyes widened, guarded suspicion creeping into his face. Becoming patriarch meant one day challenging her for the title, and lying was pointless.
A vampire, especially one as evolved as Isolde, could hear the truth beating in his chest.
“How did you know?”
Isolde tilted her head, crimson eyes glinting. “You are far too naive to believe everything Madeline tells you. That so-called edge of dream never existed, there isn’t any flaw in my design.
“As long as you and she are in my domain, I hear and see everything. You cannot hide from me.”
“But don’t tell her anything about it. I love how she thought she knew everything.”
She stood up to approach him and leaned in. He instinctively edged back until his head met the bedframe.
“But I admire your ambition,” she continued with a smirk. “None of my daughters have the guts to try.”
“You are fine with me wanting that?” he asked, disbelief curling in his voice. Inside, he cursed Madeline. They had agreed to work together to bring Isolde down, and here she was, smiling at the idea.
Then another thought struck him. His chest tightened. ‘Wait ... do they still see me as human? Has my body changed?’
[No, host. You still appear human to them.]
[Having me create your Sanguine Vein makes it undetectable.]
He exhaled in relief.
Isolde’s gaze softened faintly. She stared at the white sheet as though searching for the right words, which was rare for someone who always seemed to have an answer ready.
“Every being dies, Seamus. Even the immortal. I am glad someone is willing to replace me, even if you are far from a perfect prodigy.”
He rolled his eyes, bristling at the jab. If she knew the truth about his power and his bloodline, she would not be so dismissive.
“But I am just a human. Can a human even do it?” he asked, testing her reaction.
“I was human too,” she replied simply. “And here we are.”
He leaned forward, curiosity sparking. “You were not born a vampire?”
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