The Dirty Affairs of a Vampire and His Horny Stepmom-Chapter 64: The best blood-drinking of my life

«Aaaah, that’s so satisfying...» Melania pants in a relieved tone, as she drops her full weight beside me, her face turned toward mine.

We’re lying completely naked next to each other, our heads resting on the same pillow, her thin lips dangerously close.

«Vampire cum is really something else! It’s better than that of any human I’ve ever tasted in my life! You know, Jace, you almost make me want to milk you like a cow, fill a flask, and carry it around with me in my bag at all times.»

Her mouth is so close to mine that, as she speaks, I can feel the warmth of her breath brushing my lips.

No — there’s no fucking way I’m sticking my tongue into the mouth of an twelve-year-old girl who happens to be Naomi’s cousin!

Even though, damn it, I’m dying to do it! How humiliating...

«You’re really disgusting, Melania — just so you know...» I murmur, shifting my lips to a safer distance from hers — you never know, she might suddenly get the idea of shoving her tongue into my mouth. «Anyway, this is the third time I’ve come in your mouth, so now it’s your turn to give me what you promised.»

«A promise is a promise, and I’m a woman who always keeps her word,» she murmurs with a sly little smile.

Yeah, a woman... maybe in a few years.

Melania lifts her upper body, sitting up on the bed again, then raises a leg and straddles me once more — but this time not over my cock, which is currently out of commission... but over my face.

«M-Melania, what the fuck are you doing?!» I grumble. My voice muffled by her tight, shaved pussy pressed against my mouth.

«Stop whining all the time, Jace! Let me handle it! I know how to make your feeding even more... special.»

She brings the tip of her index finger to her breast, right beneath her swollen nipple.

In that instant, her fingernail flares with a faint violet glow, and immediately after, a razor-thin beam of energy of the same color shoots out from the tip of her finger, extending a couple of centimeters.

Melania barely manages to stifle a moan of pain as she uses that thin violet beam to open a small cut on the underside of her breast, just below the nipple.

The moment she does, a copious crimson stream starts to flow downward, running across her not-quite-flat abdomen, with that slight — very slight — hint of a belly that I personally like even more than toned, sculpted abs. When it finally reaches her pubis, her blood begins pooling right on the tip of my tongue, stretched out as far as it can go to collect as much of it as possible.

And since Melania has her pussy firmly planted over my mouth...

«I bet you’ve never drunk blood like this before, have you, Jace? Aaaah... admit it — you’ve never met anyone who lets you do things like this with her... and this is nothing compared to what you could do with my body if you decided to give yourself completely to me... aaaaah...» she teases, moaning and breathing heavily as my tongue cleans her intimate parts of every last drop of that divine nectar still flowing nonstop from the wound beneath her breast.

I’d like to deny it, but fuck, that little slut is absolutely right.

This is the first time in my entire life I’ve drunk blood directly from there, and damn it, what the hell have I been missing all these years? Not that knowing sooner how pleasurable it is to drink blood and lick pussy at the same time would’ve made any difference — I certainly can’t ask Veronica to wound herself like that; she’d think I was insane!

Melania, on the other hand, isn’t just the embodiment of lust — she’s also a demon, and above all she knows I’m a vampire. With her, I can truly be myself without fear of seeming strange or sick.

It may sound absurd, but even though I’ve only known her for three days, I think she’s already the person who knows me better than anyone else in the world.

Meanwhile, Melania’s blood keeps flowing down toward her completely shaved pussy — actually, the hair probably hasn’t even started growing yet.

I’m not a fan of completely bare zones, but I have to admit that in a moment like this hair would only get in the way, whereas now everything flows smoothly, like a slide from her breast to my tongue with nothing in between.

And fuck... her blood has nothing to do with anything I’ve ever tasted in my life. It’s so sweet, almost fruity, but above all... incredibly arousing.

The very moment the first drop stains my tongue, my cock turns hard as stone — it’s like liquid Viagra is running through her veins.

Sure, having her young, smooth pussy soaked in blood pressed against my mouth probably helped too...

No. I have to hold back — I can’t give her that satisfaction. I have to be the one holding the knife by the handle, the one setting the rules of the game. And if I gave in — if I let myself follow the instincts begging me to grab that gorgeous ass spread over my face — she’d win.

But finally, after the longest minute of my life, it ends.

My thirst for blood is more than satisfied now, but as for the urge to fuck this damned girl... it’s better not to go there.

I’ll just have to make do by cumming in her mouth again and earning another blood ticket.

«So, what do you think of my blood?» she asks, lifting her chin proudly and planting her hands on her hips.

«I think I might need a flask of my own,» I murmur, a hint of a smile on my face.

We stare straight into each other’s eyes — a brief silence.

She returns my smile, and in the end we both burst into silent laughter.