My Stepmom Is A Vampire & Her Entire Bloodline Wants To Breed Me-Chapter 35: Nice Kink*

Seamus turned, brow furrowing, then glanced back at Viviane— just in time to catch her halfway out of her dress. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

The silky fabric slid from her shoulders, baring her beautiful, perky breasts tipped with soft pink nipples.

Her smile was a blend of tease and hunger, and when the dress pooled at her feet, it felt like an unspoken dare.

He smirked, finally catching on. "Alright... nice kink."

Viviane closed the distance, arms winding around his neck. Her body pressed flush to his as she kissed him hot and deep, sucking on his lips, her tongue teasing him with lingering strokes.

His hands settled on her waist before sliding lower, already wondering if Isolde’s dream creation could really sate him.

His palms cupped the curve of her ass, squeezing until Viviane moaned against his mouth.

His fingers trailed between her thighs, finding her slit and grinding against it, feeling just how wet she’d already become. Her soft groan vibrated against his lips.

"Mmmhh~"

’Fuck yeah.’ His cock hardened instantly, grinding against her heat. Warmer, even, than he remembered.

Then Isolde’s presence was at his back, her body pressing close. Her tongue traced the rim of his ear, and her voice came low, a purr that slid down his spine.

"Oh, you love it, don’t you? One of your little dreams finally coming true?"

Her hand wrapped around his cock, making him grunt. Slow strokes worked his length, smearing Viviane’s slick along his shaft.

Isolde’s tongue flicked his ear again as Viviane broke their kiss, lowering to trail her lips down his chest until her mouth closed over his nipple.

Two women — one in front, one behind — each vying to please him, their touches syncing in perfect rhythm. His cock twitched in Isolde’s grip, every nerve ending screaming for more.

This beat the hell out of watching the character he hated most get punched into the dirt, or the rush he felt when he finally finished that 10k-piece Lego set.

A stupid stunt because he can pieced together that one character’s nanoblock on his very first try.

Yeah, that little win had ended up being one of the biggest mistakes of his life. But this? A mother and daughter with both drop-dead gorgeous, both willingly offering their bodies to him?

Hell yeah!

Viviane’s lips trailed lower, her tongue flicking across his abs before she dropped to her knees in front of him. Seamus watched her, chest rising faster, as she glanced up with that same teasing, hungry smile.

Isolde’s hand gave his cock one last slow stroke before she circled around to join Viviane on the floor.

The sight alone —both women kneeling before him with hungry looks and pleading eyes full of lust— made his pulse hammer in his ears.

’Fuck they are all hot!’

"Hell yeah, squeeze me dry," he smirked.

"Oh, you don’t have to order us, Seamus. We already know exactly what a brat like you wants," Isolde replied, her voice dripping with amusement.

"And the best part? Your little girlfriend can’t talk much to ruin the moment."

Before he could answer, she grabbed the back of his head and crashed her lips onto his. Her bite was sharp, claiming his mouth, and she tasted the faint sweetness of blood on his lips as her tongue swept in to take it for herself.

Her red eyes glimmered with hunger in the dim light, locking on him like prey caught in the gaze of its predator.

The obsession in her look was undeniable — not lust alone, but possession, as if he belonged to her and her alone — before she finally pulled away from his now-swollen lips.

"What a good boy. It would be fun to have a real son like you."

Seamus didn’t answer since his focus turned to Viviane. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft first, giving a slow pump before she leaned in, letting her tongue slide up the underside in one long, wet lick.

Isolde followed right after, her own tongue tracing the opposite side until both met at his tip, the sudden dual sensation forcing a groan from his throat.

Their mouths worked in perfect rhythm. Viviane took him into her mouth while Isolde licked along whatever her daughter left exposed.

When Viviane pulled back with a wet pop, Isolde was already there to take him in, her lips sealing around his crown while Viviane’s tongue teased his shaft.

"F-fuck..." His hips jerked from pure instinct.

The heat, the wetness, the sensation of being passed between two eager mouths made his knees threaten to buckle.

Viviane twisted her wrist as she stroked him, mouth alternating between licking the side and sucking gently at the base, while Isolde swallowed more of him, her throat tightening deliciously around his length.

Each time they switched, they left a trail of spit glistening along his cock, the air cooling it just before the next warm mouth engulfed him.

It was a relentless cycle — wet heat, slick tongues, soft lips — driving him closer and closer to the edge.

"Haahhhh... both your lips are amazing." he grunted,

Isolde looked up at him with wicked eyes as she pulled back, letting her tongue swirl around his tip before saying in a sultry purr, "I wonder which of us you’ll finish first."

Viviane smirked at Isolde’s taunt but didn’t answer. Instead, she leaned forward and took him deep again, her lips stretching around his girth as her throat worked to swallow every inch she could handle.

Isolde, ever the schemer, shifted lower. Her hands cupped his balls with practiced care, fingers rolling them gently before giving a slow squeeze.

"Mmm... heavy," she purred, her hot breath ghosting over them.

"You’re close, aren’t you?"

The combination made him groan aloud. Viviane’s mouth slid up and down his shaft while Isolde’s tongue teased his balls, licking over the sensitive skin before sucking one into her mouth.

Her free hand stroked the base in tight, short motions, syncing perfectly with Viviane’s bobbing head.

"Yeahhh... I-I’m pretty close." he closes his eyes tight, his cock twitching and getting thicker.

Seamus thighs tensed. His breathing turned ragged. The world narrowed to nothing but the obscene wet sounds and the molten heat around his cock.

Viviane’s tongue curled along the underside on her next descent, and Isolde squeezed his balls just a little firmer, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through him. He cursed under his breath, hips twitching forward despite himself.

Isolde let go with a wet pop, smirking up at him. "Go on, Seamus... give us all of it."

Viviane took that as a challenge, hollowing her cheeks and sucking him harder, her hands braced against his thighs as she worked him fast and deep.

Isolde stroked and fondled his balls relentlessly, her other hand sliding up to grip the base and milk him toward release.

He couldn’t hold it. With a guttural moan, his cock twitched hard in Viviane’s mouth, spilling hot ropes down her throat. She swallowed greedily, lips still sealed tight around him, milking every drop.

Viviane finally pulled back, a thin strand of cum connecting her lips to his tip before it snapped. She licked her mouth slowly, eyes locked on his, while Isolde gave his balls one last playful squeeze.

"Good boy," Isolde whispered with a devilish grin. "Now... let’s see how long you can last in the main event."