My Horny Stepmom Turns Me into Her Vampire Slave-Chapter 30: Zaira’s stud

"B-Bartender... hic... bring me another drink! F-Fast...!" Zaira slurs, practically shouting.

She’s so drunk she can’t even sit upright anymore.

She and Chris are sitting on a couch in a trendy spot in Manhattan, a wall of empty glasses piled between them — all drained by Zaira, while Chris is still halfway through his first beer.

"Lower your voice, damn it... do you want us to get kicked out? And anyway... didn’t you say you needed my help to make peace with Mia? We’ve been here for an hour and haven’t even talked about it yet."

"T-That’s because... hic... it takes a genius plan to get my sweet Mia to forgive me... and I get my best ideas when I’m drunk— aaah!"

Zaira loses her balance and tips over, ending up with her head on Chris’s thighs.

"Z-Zaira... you’d better not throw up on me," he hisses, glancing around, embarrassed.

Her behavior has already drawn the disdain of the rich New York snobs who frequent the place.

She lifts her dazed gaze to him and smiles.

"God, you’re boring. Anyway... you’ve got a really big dick, you know?"

The statement is so sudden and out of nowhere that Chris almost chokes on his beer.

"D-Do you even hear yourself? And how would you even know that?!"

"W-When I sat on your stomach to wake you up... hic... my leg bumped into something... hic... I thought it was a lamppost. But then I remembered there are no lampposts in a bedroom... hic... so I realized it was your huge hard dick... hic... now I get why Mia’s so into you!"

Why would her first thought be a lamppost? Damn, she’s really drunk...

I need to remember to stay away when she drinks...

And yet, it’s not the comment about his size that catches Chris off guard.

"Mia... is into me?"

Zaira shoots him a glare.

"Why are you so interested in that?"

Chris blushes.

"W-Well, uh... just curious."

"Yeah, yeah, sure. She never said it outright, but it’s obvious — even a blind person could see it... hic...That’s why I always had it in for you. I couldn’t understand what she saw in an idiot like you. But now that I know... well, how could I blame her?"

"I doubt Mia’s a pervert like you and Isabelle. Still... good to know. Does that mean you don’t hate me anymore?"

"Mmh... no, not really. Getting to know you, I realized you’re actually kind of likable... hic...I got everything wrong — about you and about Mia. I realized it when she kicked me out... hic... You know how it is... you only realize how important something is after you lose it. And I’ll do whatever it takes to win back Mia’s friendship."

Chris gives a faint smile.

Well... looks like even someone like her can say something sweet once in a while. Who would’ve thought.

Zaira stretches her arms, her elbow brushing against Chris’s crotch.

That, combined with her head between his thighs, triggers an inevitable reaction.

"Look how awake your little friend is... hic... I barely touched it and it’s already hard."

Then she suddenly rolls over, ending up face down on the couch, her massive chest pressed against his erection.

"Cut it out, Zaira, you’re embarrassing me — everyone’s watching..."

"So what?...hic... I’m way hotter than any other woman here!"

"What does that have to do with it?"

"It has everything to do with it — having the tits of a hot girl like me on your dick should make you proud, not embarrassed... hic... you hopeless idiot."

Then, using her body as cover, Zaira unbuttons Chris’s jeans and pulls down his zipper.

"What the hell are you planning to do, you perverted succubus?"

"What does it look like I’m doing? Think of it as a thank you for helping me patch things up with Mia."

Zaira lowers Chris’s boxers just enough to free his erection. Then she lifts her shirt, guiding it up between her breasts.

She lets out a long, satisfied moan as she feels his hardness against her chest.

"Aaah... having such a nice big hard cock between my tits feels so good!"

"Z-Zaira... if they catch us, we’ll both end up in jail. And besides... aren’t you into girls?"

"I’m a succubus — to me, there’s no difference between men and women. If someone’s sexy, I get turned on regardless..."

Zaira starts rubbing against him discreetly, squeezing her breasts with her hands to pleasure him.

"...and I have to admit... tonight I started seeing you differently, Chris... hic... no longer Mia’s loser brother, but a well-endowed stud I can’t wait to have take me properly."

Chris sinks slightly into the couch, overwhelmed by the pleasure Zaira is giving him.

So she’ll stop treating me like trash just because she likes my dick... Zaira really is the queen of perverts — even more than Isabelle! Of all the girls in the world, she’s the last one I ever thought would be into me... sometimes life is really strange. Even so... damn, she really knows what she’s doing...

Chris’s fingers slide into Zaira’s long red curls.

He strokes her head, then gently pushes it down toward the tip of his erection, protruding between her breasts.

"What a little pervert... my tits aren’t enough and you want my mouth too, huh? ...hic... I’ll satisfy you right away, my stud."

Zaira lowers her head, her full lips closing around his glans as her tongue moves skillfully over it.

"P-Promise me..." Chris barely manages to speak, choked by pleasure. "P-Promise me you won’t tell Isabelle anything, got it? T-That woman would kill me if she found out I got a blowjob from someone else... you hear me?"

"Don’t worry... it’ll be our little secret, my stallion... hic... If anything happened to you, I wouldn’t have anyone to ride me anymore... and that would make me very sad... slurp!"

Zaira licks him eagerly, as if savoring an ice cream.

The unexpected passion leaves him stunned.

Is it just the alcohol making her like this...? Or does she actually like me? Come on, Chris. We’re talking about Zaira — after what she did with Mia, the last thing I want is for her to cling to me now.

The muffled sounds and movements grow more and more obvious — it’s a miracle no one has noticed yet.

"Warn me when you’re about to come, okay?"

"O-Okay... why?"

"What kind of question is that? I can’t exactly walk out of here all messy."

"M-Makes sense... anyway... I’m almost there..."

Chris’s arms and legs tense as he reaches his peak, and Zaira pushes her head even deeper, until the tip reaches her throat.

Release spills inside her like a white torrent, and she savors every drop with a satisfied expression.

Zaira fixes her shirt and suddenly straightens up, her drunkenness seemingly gone in an instant.

"Mmh... your sperm is really delicious. It tastes like... vampire."

Chris looks at her sideways while fastening his jeans.

"And how do you know what a vampire’s sperm tastes like...? Actually, no — I don’t want to know."