My Stepmom Is a Vampire
Copyright© 2025 by Vamp
Chapter 8: Mother & Daughter
Isolde wanted to rip that smug smile off Viviane’s face for breaking the agreement they had made, but she chose not to.
After all, she was a Matriarch Of Valstrath, she needed to be always in control and wise, especially facing a young, naive, and unstable vampire like Viviane.
She moved like a gust of wind, suddenly standing in front of her daughter. She grabbed Viviane’s long red hair and yanked her to the floor, her naked body hitting the cold surface with a thud.
“How rude,” Viviane muttered, unfazed as she propped herself up. “At least wait for me to cum.”
Her pussy was still dripping from her own juices mixed with cum and clearly wasn’t done with any of this.
But Isolde didn’t care, her voice was cold and sharp like a dagger. “We agreed not to spill his blood until later. Have you lost your common sense?” Her expression twisted in disgust.
Viviane scowled. She sat up on the edge of the bed, her fingers lazily tracing Seamus’s chest as he lay unconscious.
“So what?” she muttered. “I found him first while you were busy being a rotting corpse in bed.”
She shrugged. “I have every right to taste him first. I’m the one he loves, remember?”
“Love?” Isolde scoffed. “You’re older than this town and you’re still using that childish excuse? That’s why you’ll never evolve, Viviane.”
She took a step closer, her gaze sharp. “While your sister is out hunting and training, you’re here playing with a human’s heart like a teenage girl.”
“Seamus would be disappointed if he saw the real you.”
Viviane’s fingers clenched tightly, she stood up, her fangs bared in fury as she snarled, “As if Seamus would ever fall for an old hag like you!”
The slap that followed echoed like thunder.
It wasn’t a slap with ordinary strength. Isolde’s blow sent Viviane flying across the room, crashing into the dresser with a loud crack.
“Don’t you dare bare your fangs at me,” Isolde said, calm and cold, “unless you want to be thrown out of this house.”
Hands behind her back, she walked slowly toward her daughter, whose eyes now glowed golden with murderous rage.
Isolde stopped just in front of her. “Or maybe you’d be happier in another covenant, if they’d even want an unevolved whelp like you,” she said with a cruel smile.
“You’re a disgrace to the Velstrath name, Viviane. If you want to stay here, act like a good little dog.”
“Fuck you!” Viviane screamed.
But Isolde only scoffed and turned her attention to Seamus, lifting him in her arms as if he weighed nothing.
Viviane bolted to her feet. “Where are you taking him?! He’s mine!”
She moved to lunge, but Isolde’s voice stopped her cold.
“Shut your mouth,” Isolde hissed, her crimson eyes glowing, “or I’ll trap you in a labyrinth of dreams until your mind crumbles.”
Viviane froze. Her body trembled, the bravado shattered, fear flickering across her face.
“All bark, no fangs,” Isolde said, shaking her head in disgust. “Still the same useless child.”
She glanced down at Seamus, her gaze softening into something almost ... affectionate.
“I’ll bring him to his room. This place reeks of blood, it’s no place for a human boy.”
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