The Dirty Affairs of a Vampire and His Horny Stepmom-Chapter 60: The prestigious House Narkhalis

«So... you’re a vampire. Who would’ve ever guessed?» Melania murmurs, genuinely surprised.

«Well, I could say the same about you — imagine my reaction when I found out that my best friend’s little cousin is actually a demon...» I reply, giving her a look of open disgust.

Her face is still smeared with traces of my seed, which she occasionally licks away, as if she were casually snacking on it.

«...now I get why I felt that uncontrollable urge to fuck you the very first moment I saw you. I mean, it’s no secret that vampires have an irresistible charm, and you’re living proof of it,» she adds lightly, clearly amused.

We’re walking side by side along one of Manhattan’s main streets, like two old friends chatting as if nothing had happened, heading back from the pier toward Naomi’s place. I’ve already taken care of notifying everyone about Melania being found, making a few careful adjustments to the truth. I simply said I found her in an underground arcade where cell phones don’t get any signal and that, caught up in playing, she lost track of time. Simple and believable — even if I can already picture the harsh scolding Britney is bound to give her.

After Melania revealed her powers to me, I was terrified Alex might try to kidnap her, but fortunately she left shortly afterward — even though it’s obvious she’s already reported everything to John Hardley. She probably needs his approval before making a move.

Before leaving, however, Alex admitted she already knew Melania was a succubus — not that I needed her to spell it out, since I’d already figured she was aware. She told me she realized it immediately the moment I mentioned Melania’s surname. Narkhalis, in fact, is the ruling royal house of the kingdom of Ravessia, on Elyndra. And it wasn’t just the surname that raised red flags for her — apparently that distinctive pink streak falling over Melania’s eye is also a trademark of succubi from that lineage. And here I was, thinking it was just some ridiculous teenage fashion trend.

That’s why Alex agreed so readily to help me... and I ended up leading her straight to Melania. I really am an idiot, but how was I supposed to know she belonged to a royal family, especially when Melania herself had no idea?

Right — Melania knew absolutely nothing about her origins, and Alex made sure to explain everything to her in excruciating detail — clearly just a way to impress her.

Long story short, Melania is the daughter of an incubus from the noble Narkhalis bloodline, and tradition dictates that incubi are anything but model fathers.

They spend their lives impregnating any race capable of bearing their offspring — humans, succubi, elves, and so on — then vanish until the child turns thirteen. At that point, they simply reappear, claim the child as their own, and take them away, crushing anyone foolish enough to stand in their way.

According to Alex — assuming she’s right — incubi have recently developed a preference for human women, and the reason is painfully obvious.

Since humans aren’t exactly known for their physical strength, children born on Earth have a far greater chance of surviving until thirteen than they would on a hostile world crawling with deadly creatures like Elyndra.

They’ve really thought of everything to ensure constant population growth — extinction clearly isn’t a concern for that race.

All of this disgusted me to my core — I’d never heard anything so warped and revolting in my life. Melania, on the other hand, didn’t seem shocked at all; if anything, she was almost thrilled to learn that her father hadn’t abandoned her because she was unwanted, but simply because that was how things were supposed to go.

«Who else knows you’re not human?» I ask her.

«Mmmh... no one, I guess — I’ve been very careful about keeping it quiet,» she replies with a smug sneer. «My powers only started showing up a year ago — and with them, that daily urge to get fucked properly. But honestly... people my age are so childish. All they think about is soccer or skateboarding. Ridiculous, right? I would’ve slept with anyone, I really mean it — even the biggest loser among them — but no one seemed interested in taking this nice little treat. And even if they had been, looking back, none of them would’ve been remotely capable of giving me the kind of pleasure I was craving. That’s why I decided to aim much higher — if a guy’s under eighteen, I don’t even consider him. Adults are sharper and they know how to fuck properly.»

«You talk about it like it’s the most normal thing in the world...» I mutter, clearly unsettled by the shameless ease with which she treats the subject.

«Well, I’m a succubus — for me, it is,» she replies with a shrug. «It’s in my nature to constantly seek physical pleasure, even if I get that it might seem strange to someone outside of it. Mmh... Jace, you need blood to survive, right? That’s not normal for humans at all, but it’s normal for you — and I don’t think you’re ashamed of it. It’s the same for me with semen. It’s not as vital to me as blood is to you, obviously, but it boosts my magical power. If I stopped absorbing it, I’d feel sluggish all day and my magic would weaken drastically. On the other hand, the more semen my body takes in, the stronger I become — it’s no coincidence I managed to knock you down with a simple release of my demonic energy,» she concludes with a mocking grin.

I suppose it’s more or less the same mechanism as blood is for me. She takes in a far greater daily amount of semen than the amount of blood I consume, which explains why she was able to counter my attack so easily — the power gap between me and that girl is significant, but it comes down to sheer intake. So if I were to start consuming massive quantities of blood every day... who knows.

Even so, no matter how logical and coherent her reasoning may be, I still can’t help seeing her as nothing more than an twelve-year-old girl obsessed with cocks.