The Dirty Affairs of a Vampire and His Horny Stepmom-Chapter 83: An unexpected tenderness between one perversion and the next
«B-Blood Manipulation... S-Spike Bullet!»
A thin, fragile spike of solid blood bursts from my palm. At this point, it looks more like a tiny sewing needle than a sharp spike, and yet... SWISH!
«F-Finally... I did it...» I murmur with immense satisfaction, dropping to my knees in exhaustion. My gaze locked on the coconut that just fell from the palm, sliced clean at the stem.
It’s definitely not the first one I’ve managed to knock down tonight, but I set myself the goal of making three fall in a row.
At first, just getting one to drop was an ordeal, but with every attempt I felt myself getting closer, until after a couple of hours of nonstop tries I managed to cut down two in a row.
And now, with the sun starting to peek over the horizon, I’ve finally done it.
It’s time to head back to the resort — I just hope those two managed to come up with a convincing enough excuse to justify my absence all night, because I have no idea what I’d even tell Veronica.
I try to get back on my feet... but my legs give out again.
Shit... I’m done for — I don’t think there’s a single drop of Sanguis energy left in my body.
Do I really have to drag myself all the way there across the sand? Veronica would kill me if she saw me stumble back at dawn in this state, and Melania... yeah, I can already see her throwing a nice «I told you not to overdo it!» in my face.
But if it were up to her, I would’ve had to give up on perfecting my aim last night already, so I was right — screw that bullshit about her magic being easier to maneuver than mine!
I faceplant into the sand again on yet another attempt to stand — it’s clear I have no choice but to push with my arms and crawl my way there. Well. We can count this as training too.
But after almost half an hour of crawling over the sand like a worm... I’ve covered the distance that, walking normally, I would’ve cleared in five minutes, and if my math is right... at this pace it’ll take me six hours to get there, damn it!
But I don’t even have time to start despairing, because...
«I told you not to overdo it, idiot!»
A voice I recognize instantly calls out from the treeline. But even if I hadn’t recognized it, those words alone would’ve been more than enough to tell me who it is.
And yet, Melania’s voice isn’t smug and teasing like I imagined... it’s genuinely worried. She immediately throws herself over me, bending down and scooping me up like she’s picking up a corpse, resting my head on her thighs.
«W-What are you doing here...?» I ask in a tired voice, and yet there’s a relieved smile on my face.
«I didn’t sleep a wink all night because of you, you reckless moron — and Naomi couldn’t sleep either!» she snaps. «I was so worried you’d push yourself to the limit that I couldn’t hold myself back anymore and I came out to check on you... and I was right! I-I hope all of this was at least for something...»
I give her a satisfied grin.
«I-I managed to knock down three coconuts in a row... sure, it might not be much, but I’m satisfied enough — and you were the one saying Sanguis magic was a mess to manipulate with precision...»
Melania’s cheeks puff up in anger.
«I-Idiot, that was bullshit I made up on the spot to comfort you and make you stop doing stupid things — how the hell would I know how easy it is to handle every kind of magic? I barely know the basics of mine! Now shut that big mouth and drink some blood — you can’t seriously expect me to carry you to the resort!» Melania grumbles, lowering the strap of her pajama tank top and letting one breast slip out, bringing it closer to my mouth — the classic pose of a mom about to nurse her baby.
I don’t need to be told twice.
I lift my head just enough to reach her nipple — my mouth opens, two sharp fangs now showing, and I sink them eagerly into her soft flesh.
A small moan of pain slips from her lips, but it passes right away. She doesn’t say a word while I feed on her blood, and when I glance up at her now and then, I can’t help being struck by her expression — it has nothing to do with the mischief or arousal a moment like this could inevitably spark in her.
The eyes she’s looking at me with are sweet and compassionate, along with that faint smile. Melania’s face right now gives off a calm I’ve never felt before, made even stronger by the way her small fingers run through my hair, stroking the back of my head, while the faint orange light of dawn slowly floods our bodies and the sky.
The cherry on top is the breathtaking view stretching above us — a clear sky, half lit by the dawn and half still drowned in night, scattered with constellations you can only see in places like this on Earth.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt this relaxed and at peace in my life — my mind feels almost completely emptied of every worry, like in this moment the only things in the world are me and Melania.
After a hearty meal, now she’s the one who looks weak from a hint of anemia — I’m afraid I overdid it. And yet, not a single complaint from her. Not one «Jace, that’s enough, you’ve drunk too much» like she’s so often done. She let me do whatever I wanted with her... and that thought brings back her words from the first time we fucked, when she told me, «Give yourself completely to me, and you’ll be able to do whatever you want with me.»
Yesterday I came in her ass, so I guess this is her thank-you.
Ah, Melania — so young, and yet already so mature.
I get back on my feet without effort — my body recharged with just enough energy to make it to the resort.
I turn my back to Melania and gesture for her to jump onto me, and she doesn’t need to be told twice. I support her with my hands hooked under her thighs as I walk, while her arms are wrapped tightly around my neck... and her huge breasts pressed against my back rub far too obviously.
«Since I let you suck me... later I’ll be the one sucking you,» she whispers in a weak, tired voice... and yet it’s still provocative and mischievous.
«Yes, ma’am,» I reply, letting out a light laugh — amused, but also filled with an inexplicable happiness.
I can’t even say why I feel so at ease and in such a good mood when I’m with her, but one thing is certain: meeting her was one of the best things that has ever happened to me in my entire life.
She’ll turn thirteen soon. Her biological father will show up to take her back to Elyndra... and I have absolutely no intention of letting her go, for any reason in the world!
