Chapter 67: Going back ho to mom’s house (R-18)
The air in the room thickened, heavy with a tension that was no longer just desire, but a collision of abysses. The dark spiral in Victor’s eyes was no illusion; it was the manifestation of a hunger that equaled and then surpassed her own, a vortex of absolute possession that didn’t ask, it took.
Serafall took a deep breath, but the air didn’t reach her lungs. It was sucked in, consud by the gravity of that gaze. Her most primal instinct scread to attack, to dominate, to tear and consu before being consud. But another instinct, deeper and newly discovered, trembled—a dizzying and sweet surrender.
"All mine..." she repeated, her voice a hoarse whisper, the words coming out as a promise and a question at the sa ti.
She didn’t wait any longer.
Her lips collided with his not with a kiss, but with a bite. It was tooth, tongue, and pure hunger.
A taste of iron filled both their mouths... she had cut her own lip, or his, it didn’t matter. Fuck it, they were vampires, it should heal in a second.
The blood was just another spice, another thread of the visceral connection she was weaving. Her hands, previously gripping his shirt, ripped the fabric.
Buttons flew, the sound of the tear echoing in the silent room. Her nails beca claws and scratched his chest, leaving red, burning marks that made Victor arch his back against the mattress with a muffled groan.
He didn’t resist.
He encouraged her.
His hands moved up her back, under the loose robe, gripping the straps of her body with a force that would make an ordinary man scream.
His fingers sank into the soft, yet firm, flesh of her buttocks, pulling her closer to him, rubbing the hardness of his erection against the moist heat he could feel even through the thin fabric of her robe and his own trousers.
"More," he growled between kisses, his words devoured by her mouth. "I want more."
"Uhhrhggtt!!" Serafall let out a low sound, a guttural moan that ca from a primal place.
She pulled away for a second, just long enough to unbuckle her robe.
The fabric parted, revealing her pale, moonlit skin, her heavy, pointed breasts, the curve of her hips, her moist, inviting triangle. Her red eyes blazed with an uncontrollable fire.
With quick, decisive movents, her hands went to his waist, undoing his belt and trousers, pulling everything down with brutal impatience. His erection sprang free, hard and throbbing.
She enveloped him with her hand, not gently, but with a firm possession, and a drop of clear fluid appeared at the tip.
She rubbed her thumb over the head, spreading the moisture, watching the muscles of his abdon contract.
"You’re beautiful like this," she whispered, her voice heavy with a sickly admiration. "Trembling for . All yours... for ."
And then she positioned herself. Not slowly, not tentatively. With the certainty of soone who knows exactly what she wants. She guided the tip of his penis to her entrance, already dripping with excitent, and then, without hesitation, sank onto him in a single, deep movent that made them both cry out in unison.
"AAnnnnhh~" Her body almost lted as her son’s hard penis hit the entrance of her uterus. "Incredible," she said, placing her hand on her belly. "My beloved son, you’ve co ho~" she said, drooling, her eyes lost in thought, her tongue already hanging out of her mouth, letting a little drool fall...
She fell into the abyss of pleasure.
It was a sensation of total fulfillnt, of rupture and completeness.
’Uugghhh~’ Victor buried his fingers in her hips, his knuckles white.
"AAnnnnhh~" Serafall threw her head back, her neck arched, a long moan escaping her throat. She was so tight, so hot, enveloping him like a warm velvet glove.
And then she began to move.
It wasn’t a loving rhythm. It was a fierce ride, an attempt to fuse their bodies. She rose and sank with a force that made the bed groan in protest.
Each fall was an impact, each rise a promise of more. Her breasts swayed with the movent, and Victor couldn’t resist—he lifted his head and captured a nipple between his lips, sucking, biting, licking.
"Yes!" she cried, her hands burying in his hair, keeping him there. "Like that! More! Suck on Mommy’s breast~
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