10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 103- Vampire’s Feast

His powerful hips violently jerked forward once, then again—buried impossibly deep, completely locked inside her tight walls.

Blistering, thick heat surged violently straight into her womb.

Heavy spurt after heavy spurt.

SPLRTCHHHH.

Her ruined, swollen folds forcefully stretched and clung desperately to his massive girth as he relentlessly filled her. The wet, messy slap of their joined bodies echoed loudly through the completely fogged hospital room.

His thick cum violently pumped directly into her tight core in hard, incredibly urgent, endless bursts. Her narrow walls violently twitched and milked around the heavy gush, completely soaking his dark cock in a mixture of his seed and her slick.

Still, he kissed her deeply—never once breaking the intimate contact. His large hand was still possessively kneading her heavy breast, his thumb flicking her painfully stiff nipple in slow, lazy, agonizing circles as they rode the violent, overwhelming aftershocks completely together.

Her broken, sobbing moans finally broke the deep kiss this time—incredibly soft and completely ruined.

"Ahh... ahhhnn... s-so hot..."

His massive cock twitched violently deep inside her again, still firmly plugged to the hilt. His incredibly thick, hot seed was now visibly dripping heavily around the base of his dark shaft, right where they remained intimately locked together.

Her bare legs shook so violently they were barely holding her upright against him.

And still—he didn’t let her go.

He simply held her completely suspended there, his warm lips brushing lightly against hers in a much softer, significantly slower, intimate kiss... while his thick, heavy cum dripped freely from her trembling, completely ruined slit, sliding slowly down the pale skin of her inner thighs.

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Far beneath the crushing pressure of the ocean, where the sun never touched, there stood a palace.

A place carved in silence. A world hidden from both humans and superheroes.

It was not made of stone.

It was made of bones.

And in the deepest chamber, wrapped in velvet shadows and the faint, metallic scent of blood, she lay still.

The room held its breath.

Only the slow, mesmerizing rise and fall of her chest gave away any sign of life, the black silk sheets tracing the delicate dip of her waist and the flare of her hips.

A small red bat fluttered as it crept close now—sliding past the ribbed columns and the cold, pulsing veins lining the ceiling.

It hovered over her bed, its wings fluttering closer. Past her plush, slightly parted lips, her silver hair fanned over the dark sheets like spilled moonlight...

To her eyes.

Brows faintly furrowed.

Lashes twitching.

She was dreaming.

A blur. A mess. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Flesh violently slamming into flesh. A man’s broad, sweat-slicked back arched as he pounded wildly into a woman pinned against a cold hospital wall. Her bare legs were wrapped tight around his waist, her core swallowing him whole as she gasped, her nails dragging bloody half-moons down his spine. Her voice—choked, hoarse—spilled out in wet, needy moans again and again.

It wasn’t slow. It was raw. Fast. Like animals breeding in heat.

The sharp, wet sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in her mind, sending a phantom ripple of warmth through a body that had forgotten how to burn.

’....’

She woke.

Her eyes opened with a snap.

Bright ruby orbs stared into the void.

No confusion.

No blush.

Just stillness.

Cold. Silent. Dead.

She sat up slowly, the dark sheets pooling at her waist to reveal the effortless, terrifying grace of her form.

A huge mirror stood ahead of her bed. Not for vanity. For reminders.

And what she saw?

A goddess... with no soul.

Long pale hair flowed over her bare, porcelain shoulders. Her plump lips were faintly stained—a dark, messy leftover from last night’s meal. Her body was like a masterpiece sculpted from marble—lean, intensely curved, and unforgiving.

But her eyes... those eyes were blades.

She walked to the mirror, the natural sway of her hips mesmerizing and predatory.

A short nightgown, white as her hair, hung over her thick thighs, loosely draped by thin strings to cover her body. The gossamer fabric clung tightly to her chest, the chill of the room causing her tight, peaked nipples to visibly press against the sheer silk, outlining them perfectly. Her skin appeared white, as if all the blood had been drawn out, yet it looked incredibly soft, inviting a touch that would surely mean death.

A deadly beauty.

Her pale hand moved to the pendant resting heavy in the deep cleavage above her heart.

It was glowing.

Not gently.

It throbbed.

Angry. Desperate. Flickering like something alive inside it had been shaken, stirred by a sudden, intense arousal.

She narrowed her eyes.

A flash rippled through her mind—not her own doing.

Her.

That pathetic side. That useless, fragile version of herself. The one she locked inside this pendant long ago.

And now she knew exactly why it stirred.

It had peeked.

Used clairvoyance. Not to gain intel. Not to find prey.

But to watch.

Some human.

Fucking.

That was all it took?

That weak self... still wanted to feel.

Still wanted to remember what the slick, heavy weight of lust or the desperate high of pleasure was?

She tightened her fingers around the gem, her long nails scraping the crystal.

"I said stay down," she murmured coldly. "You’re not real anymore."

The glow resisted... Unlike before violently, as if trying to escape from that prison suppressing it, desperate to chase the phantom heat gathering low in her belly.

Her gaze didn’t flinch.

Composed. Sharp.

She turned, deciding to completely ignore the protest of her weak self, even if strangely after observing those two humans mate, it was aggressively trying to free itself.

The bat, which was flying until now, arrived and seated itself on her bare shoulder.

"Feast time, my lady," it said with a bow.

She didn’t respond.

Her body dissolved into a mist of red—soft and elegant, like blood blooming in water before being shot out through the bloodstream—one of the powers within pure-blood vampire nobility.

And vanished.

Or more like teleported in an instant to a ballroom far away on land from the deep ocean with ease.

The ballroom stretched endlessly, carved from black stone in an ancient architecture design like a cathedral. Gigantic glass panels circled the walls, revealing the moonlight outside.

The floor beneath was made of smooth obsidian, polished to the point that reflections stared back, capturing the flash of bare thighs and the swish of expensive gowns, more vivid than the real thing.

In the center stood a fountain, but it poured not water—it poured blood.

Thin, rich streams of it slid down into a pool that glowed faintly red, filling the air with a heavy, intoxicating iron scent.

And yet...

Humans danced.

The room was a blur of silk, velvet, and satin, a swirling dance of nobility lost in the music and their own repressed desires.

Faces powdered to perfection, lips painted red like fresh blood, but there was an unnatural stillness behind their eyes—something far darker than what their perfectly crafted smiles revealed. The scent of their nervous sweat mixed heavily with expensive perfumes, pooling in the dip of their collarbones.

The laughter, if you could call it that, was brittle, edged with fear, like a thin veil barely covering their true, desperate nature.

They weren’t normal.

Some weren’t even morally alive in any real sense, completely given over to their lust for power.

"I heard if she chooses you, you don’t die," a woman whispered to her partner, her fingers trembling as they clung to his arm, her chest heaving with a mix of terror and eager anticipation.

"You become like her," he murmured back, his voice shaking with unspoken dread.

A man spun wildly, knocking wine onto a nearby guest’s exposed cleavage. "I can feel it! She’s going to make me immortal!" he shouted, his eyes gleaming with greedy hope.

Risk was high, but if they became like her, they would be immortal, unlike fake superheroes who die after the completion of their age. They would be chosen by the true power of this world, not by fake capes.

But that hope was a lie—a fragile, desperate thing.

A chilling laugh cut through the tension. "Or you just become food for the side ghouls."

The crowd laughed nervously, but no one truly believed it.

They were too busy waiting for their chance—waiting to be noticed. Waiting to surrender their necks.

All eyes were drawn to the main gate, where she was supposed to appear, as tradition dictated.

They stood in eager anticipation, but it wasn’t through that door she came.

It was from the far end of the ballroom—silent, unnoticed by anyone except one.

’...So, I am about to get eaten...damn it.’