The Dirty Affairs of a Vampire and His Horny Stepmom-Chapter 82: There are times when sex isn’t the priority

«Aaah... it’s so satisfying, feeling Jace’s cum dripping between my cheeks — I never thought this day would come,» Melania sighs, sprawled on the sand with her arms and legs spread like a starfish.

«Don’t get too used to it — it was the heat of the moment,» I reply, stroking Naomi’s head as it rests on my chest.

«Be honest — you’re starting to like me a little, huh?» she snickers, pushing herself up and stretching her arms. «All this sex and this heat have really made me thirsty...»

She looks up — her eyes locking onto a couple of coconuts hanging from a palm not far away.

In no time, she walks right under the palm, raises her arm — her finger pointing at the fruit — and... PHEW!

A thin beam of violet energy bursts from her fingertip, cleanly slicing the coconut’s stem, so it drops straight into her hands. She cracks a small opening in the shell and starts sipping the liquid inside, happily.

It all happens in front of Naomi’s stunned eyes — it’s the first time she’s seen Melania’s powers in action.

«Whoa! That’s incredible! I wish I could be a succubus too!» Naomi exclaims, thrilled.

«Pff... you know I can do stuff like that too, right,» I snap, annoyed — I can’t stand the envy in her eyes as she stares at Melania. I can handle myself too.

«Then step up,» Melania challenges, moving away from the palm.

I don’t need to be told twice.

I stand up, extend my arm toward the coconuts, and... «Blood Manipulation: Spike Bullet!»

A vertical cut opens across my palm. The blood that spills out doesn’t drip to the ground — it takes the shape of a small, sharp spike and shoots at lightning speed toward the coconuts, but...

«AHAHAHAHAHAH!»

Melania bursts into loud laughter — she’s doubled over in tears — and even Naomi struggles to hold it in at the sight of coconut water running down the trunk like a little white waterfall, gushing from the hole my shot left in the shell.

«Please, Jace, teach me to shoot like that — I’m seriously dying of envy!» Melania insists — she’s practically crouched on the ground now, arms wrapped around her stomach.

«Shut that damn mouth, or that coconut water will be the last white liquid you drink on this island,» I cut her off, irritated less by her teasing than by my own failure.

«Ugh... you’re so touchy...» Melania grumbles, handing me the coconut. «If you want, I’ll give you some of mine — just ask. No need to get this angry.»

«Are you really so stupid you can’t understand what the problem is?» I growl, giving her a look that makes her back off without a word, intimidated by my blazing crimson eyes.

After all the exhausting training I’ve put myself through under that bastard John’s guidance... how the hell are my shots less precise than that stupid brat’s? No — I can’t accept it. If I have to, I’ll stay here until the end of the vacation, but come hell or high water I’m going to slice a coconut clean off the tree like that insolent little bitch did!

Two more blood spikes burst from my palm, but the result is the same as before — if anything, even worse.

The first shot sinks into the trunk, while the second pierces straight through the fronds, zipping toward the sky and liquefying about thirty meters up.

I just stand there, frozen with disappointment, silent, my empty gaze fixed upward.

«Jace, it’s getting dark — we should head back to the resort, otherwise Britney and Veronica might worry, or worse... get suspicious,» Melania murmurs, picking up her swimsuit and pareo from the sand and starting to get dressed again. Yet there’s no trace of her usual mischief — only a faint note of concern, almost melancholy, probably because of the crushed look on my face.

«Melania’s right, we should go back — it’ll be dinner time soon,» Naomi adds, gathering her clothes too. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

«Not happening,» I reply in a flat, cold voice, clenching my fists and grinding my teeth nervously. «You two go back — I’ll stay here trying to knock these damn coconuts off the tree until I’m satisfied. I’ll stay here all night if I have to, so tell Veronica I might not come back tonight. Make up an excuse.»

«A-Are you really sure, Jace?» Melania asks, hesitant. «I mean, it’s just a stupid thing. Sure, you weren’t able to make that coconut fall like I did, but maybe it’s just because my Vitium-Luxuriae magic has better maneuverability than your Sanguis, not because you’re incompetent. Obviously your magic is better than mine in some other way. I wish I could use my energy to shape a badass weapon like yours, but unfortunately my magic doesn’t allow it, and I don’t take it personally. And you should do the same, Jace. Now come back with us, please — I’d feel really sad having dinner without you...»

A faint smile stretches across my face.

I genuinely appreciate Melania’s attempt to encourage me and chase away my bad mood — apparently that little succubus is capable of a bit of sweetness too, between one perversion and the next. But when I set my mind on something, there’s no way to make me change my mind.

«Don’t wait up for me,» is all I say.

«I-If you insist... then you leave me no choice but to use my powers to bend your mind to my will and force you to come with us!» Melania exclaims.

Her irises flare with a dazzling violet light in the twilight, and mine do the same... but I don’t move an inch.

«W-Why aren’t your powers working? You said you could manipulate the mind of anyone who feels attraction for you!» Naomi exclaims, puzzled.

«T-That’s impossible...» Melania mutters under her breath, stunned. «That was the short explanation, but how it works in practice is a bit more complicated. To keep it simple, my powers exponentially amplify the target’s feeling of attraction. Once that feeling grows, if it becomes the dominant feeling, then their mind falls under my control. The only plausible explanation is that, right now, Jace’s determination to improve himself is even more overwhelming than his urge to fuck me. Funny, right?» Melania snickers nervously. «Basically, right now he’d rather spend the night knocking those coconuts down than fuck me...»

Finally, Melania lets out a long, resigned sigh.

«Just make sure you don’t wear yourself out too much — I’m your only source of blood on this island, and the resort is an hour’s walk from here,» Melania grumbles, worried.

I nod.

«Naomi, Melania — see you tomorrow.»