«Ren, I want to propose sothing to you—of course, feel free to refuse if you’re not comfortable. It’s not an obligation. I don’t know what miracle happened, but ever since you brought lania ho two nights ago, she’s beco a completely different person—or rather, she’s gone back to being the sweet girl she was a year ago. Maybe the fear of being lost and not seeing her mother again opened her eyes to what really matters, or maybe it’s just your company that influenced her positively. She told you two talked a lot on the way back, and she only had words of praise for you. Britney is really happy her daughter has co back to herself, and I have to admit I am too—I couldn’t stand seeing them fight morning to night anymore. So here it is: since your mother will still be away on business for a few more days... would you like to stay with us until Isabelle cos back?»
That’s what Elaine told this morning at school as soon as she saw .
And again, Brianne wasn’t there this morning either.
She still won’t answer the phone, and her house looks completely abandoned.
The last ti she disappeared like this was when she pretended to injure her leg in the mountains after that fight with Oliver... could sothing like that have happened again?
That, together with the fact she hasn’t shown any sign of life for days... damn, I’m seriously starting to worry!
Anyway... so much for "back on the right track".
I know exactly why lania has been in such a good mood these past few days.
«R-Ren... damn, Ren... I’ve never taken a cock this big in my life... it’s tearing apart!» lania moans, her voice barely audible.
I’m lying on the large bed in Elaine’s room after an evening of alcohol and weed—a party lania wasn’t supposed to be part of.
Elaine, completely passed out beside us, wearing only a t-shirt, lies there while lania bounces on my cock.
I don’t even know how long she’s been at it, but I’m sure she’s already co at least once.
In the corner of the room, Argo—Elaine’s black pitbull—watches us far too curiously.
And I glare back at him like, "It’s already embarrassing enough, mind your own damn business and go back to sleep!"
She tries to keep her noises down, not wanting to wake Elaine or attract the attention of her mother or uncles, sleeping in the rooms across from us and to the right.
Fuck, I disgust myself... , the so-called legendary MILF-hunter, fucking an twelve-year-old girl.
And the worst part is that I’m actually enjoying the hell out of it.
For all the "experience" lania has had, her pussy is still tight, without the slightest trace of hair.
So tight it feels like my cock is trapped in a vice.
Maybe that’s why it feels so much better than when I’m inside the loose, worn holes of forty-year-olds.
My hands itch to touch her, to grab those oversized tits that don’t belong on a girl her age—but no.
I can’t let myself go further with a twelve-year-old girl, especially one who’s a demon.
She’ll have to be content with my cock, nothing more.
«Keep your voice down—if they hear us, we’re screwed. Especially , since I risk jail! And rember the deal: when I tell you I’m about to cum, you move, clear?»
lania pouts.
«Ugh, fine... even if I still don’t get why it bothers you so much to cum inside ,» she mutters.
«I’ve told you a thousand tis—it’s a privilege I reserve only for won who have a special place in my heart, and one of them is your cousin. My cock, my rules. And don’t you dare try any of your succubus tricks to force . I swear, if you do, you’ll never see this cock again, not even with binoculars!»
«You have a really strange idea of love, you know? You say you’re in love with Elaine... and then you’re screwing thirty centiters away from her while she’s passed out.»
«That’s none of your business... and listen who’s talking! Weren’t you the one crying about missing your boyfriend, then a few hours later letting four random guys use you like a toy—»
I don’t even finish the sentence before I feel it—I’m about to cum.
«lania, I’m about to cum. Move,» I whisper as flatly as I can.
«And if I don’t? We’ve already co this far, what difference does it make? Inside, mouth—it’s all the sa. I’m a succubus, you’re a vampire—you can’t get pregnant!»
«lania...»
«Please... I want to absorb your life energy through the most sensitive part of my body. Just once, I swear I won’t ask again!» she whines.
Oh, so "I want to absorb your life energy through the most sensitive part of my body" is the new way to say "Cum inside "?
«lania!» I snarl, eyes bloodshot.
«Alright, alright, calm down!» she mutters.
So she does as I said—pulls off and leans forward, mouth open around my cock.
Damn... her mouth is so small it barely fits. Even worse...
It only takes seconds before my orgasm bursts into her mouth.
Sen dribbles from the corners of her lips, but she quickly licks it up.
«Fuck... vampire cum tastes so good—it makes want to milk you like a cow, fill a bottle and carry it in my bag,» she smirks.
«You’re disgusting, lania... anyway, now it’s your turn to give what you promised.»
«A promise is a promise,» she murmurs.
Then she shifts forward, still sitting on , pressing her soaked, hairless pussy onto my mouth.
«lania, what the hell are you doing?»
«Shut up and let !»
She brings her index finger close to her slit.
A thin violet beam of energy—like a tiny blowtorch—flickers from her fingertip.
She uses it to cut herself on the inner thigh, dangerously close to her pussy, and blood gushes straight into my mouth.
«I bet you’ve never drunk blood this way, have you?» she teases.
I’d like to deny it, but she’s right... it’s the first ti I’m drinking blood while licking pussy at the sa ti.
Completely shaved—actually, probably never grown hair at all—the blood flows smoothly, like down a slide.
And fuck... her blood is nothing like any I’ve tasted.
Succubus blood is sweet, almost fruity, and above all... insanely arousing.
The mont a single drop touches my tongue, my cock springs back to full hardness, and having her young, smooth pussy pressed against my face doesn’t help.
No, I have to hold myself back—I can’t give her that satisfaction.
I have to be the one holding the knife, the one setting the rules.
If I gave in, she’d win.
But finally, after the longest minute of my life, it’s over.
My thirst for blood is sated, and as for the urge to fuck this damn girl... let’s not talk about it.
That’s far from gone, but at least I managed to restrain myself.
«So, what do you think of my blood?» she asks, voice dripping with malice.
«Buy a bottle too.»
A brief silence.
We smile at each other and then burst into quiet laughter.
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