CHAPTER 10: CALL ME MOMMY*

"Sh-shit! What are you doing to my body?" Seamus gasped, gritting his teeth.

His whole body was on fire, overwhelmed, pulsing, on the verge of breaking.

Isolde only laughed, slow and mocking, her fingers already trailing lower. Her touch wasn’t kind, it was controlled and dangerously sexy.

"Oh, sweetheart," she cooed, her hand wrapping around his twitching shaft that was still covered, making him hiss.

"You didn’t know? A vampire’s bite is excruciatingly painful... that’s why our saliva releases a powerful aphrodisiac. To dull the agony. To make you feel good instead."

She tugged his pants and underwear down in one graceful motion, letting his cock spring free: red, thick, twitching with need. The veins stood out, throbbing under her touch.

"My, my... what an eager young man," she purred.

Her fingers circled the swollen head, thumb pressing down over the sensitive slit. Seamus jerked, clutching at the white sheets beneath him.

"St-stop..." he panted, his voice weak and conflicted.

His heart didn’t want to betray Viviane.

Even if she had betrayed him first by not telling him what she truly was, trapped him in this sick household, and turned him into a vampire or not based on Isolde.

Isolde’s smile turned to a pout of mock disappointment. "Why?" she asked, tilting her head.

"Afraid of cheating on dear little Viviane?"

His eyes widened. Did she just read his mind?

Her lips curved into something wicked. "Oh, don’t worry, my darling. Viviane knows... and she agrees to share you."

"Wh-what?" he stammered.

"Yes. It seems her kind of love is a little different, hmm?" She leaned closer, eyes gleaming. "But don’t worry. As a good mother, I’ll help soothe your heartbreak."

Before he could react, her grip tightened around his cock, veins throbbing against her palm. His body tensed, helpless, too far gone.

The aphrodisiac in his blood was stronger than his will now. His mind fogged. His hips twitched under her touch.

He closed his eyes. He didn’t want to think about Viviane. Or the transformation. Or his father.

Not now.

Right now, the only thing that existed was his silver-haired stepmother stroking his aching cock with a face full of wicked amusement.

And it made him even harder.

"You really are easy to influence, aren’t you?" she whispered. "But that’s okay, sweetheart. Mommy’s going to help you become a real man."

She shifted, lying between his legs. Her face hovered in front of his throbbing cock, tongue darting out to lick along the underside—slowly, from base to tip—making his shaft glisten with spit.

Seamus groaned, breath ragged. "F-fuck..."

"You like it, boy?" she murmured, her voice sultry, laced with hunger.

He nodded, dazed, hand trembling as he pushed his fingers through her soft silver hair. Then she moved to his balls, licking them clean, worshipping them with her tongue.

He nearly lost it.

"Hahhh... damn..." he muttered, struggling to keep himself grounded as she sucked his balls into her mouth, rolling them on her tongue like candy.

Seamus thought that Viviane was the kinkiest woman he had ever met, but it seemed like her mother was far more deprived than her.

She didn’t let up. Her hand kept stroking his shaft in long, wet pumps, her saliva coating him with ease. His cock twitched harder, thicker—ready to explode.

Then she pulled away just a little, her voice low and sweet like poisoned honey.

"If you’re a good boy and call me Mother, I’ll let you cum. How about it?"

Her strokes slowed and teasing, keeping him right at the edge. He gritted his teeth.

Damn her. That wasn’t a hard request. In fact, it was hot. But deep down, he knew...

If he said that word now, there was no going back. He’d fall, completely and utterly, into this twisted, depraved abyss.

"Come on, darling," she whispered, her fingers dancing around the slick head of his cock, smearing spit and precum together.

"It won’t be that hard, will it? Just call me Mommy, like a good boy should..."

He gulped, his entire body trembling as his orgasm loomed and became unstoppable. While her hand kept moving slowly, driving him insane.

Seamus couldn’t hold on any longer.

His whole body trembled, hips twitching beneath her strokes. His mind was drowning in heat, lust, and the drugged haze of vampire venom. The line between pleasure and madness blurred.

Her voice was soft, coaxing. "Say it, son. Say you want to cum with your mommy’s hand."

He bit his lip, but the words slipped out like a dam breaking.

"Mother, make me cum..."

Isolde’s eyes lit up with wicked satisfaction.

"Mmm, that’s my good boy."

Without missing a beat, she lowered her mouth onto his cock, tongue flicking over the tip as she took him into her warm, wet mouth.

Her lips wrapped around him tightly, moving with a smooth, hungry rhythm. While her eyes keep observing his reaction with mischief in them.

"Ah—fuck!" Seamus gasped, his hips jerking as her mouth welcomed every inch.

She moaned around him, letting the vibration hum through his shaft. Her tongue danced against the underside as her head bobbed deeper and faster.

Her hand gripping his base to control the pace. Her other hand massaged his balls, keeping him steady as she devoured him like she had waited years to taste him.

Spit dripped down his cock, her throat slick and hot as she took him deep again, deeper than anyone ever had. His breath hitched, and sweat dripped from his body like a damp cloth.

He grabbed at her hair, moaning helplessly. "Shit, I’m gonna—"

She pulled back just long enough to whisper, "Cum for me, baby. Let your stepmother taste everything."

Then she sank back down with a wet, lewd sound. Tongue swirling, hand stroking, lips sucking like she owned him.

And Seamus broke. His body seized up, cock twitching violently as he spilled into her mouth.

He moaned loudly, breathless, hips bucking into her as she swallowed every drop without flinching.

Isolde moaned softly, savoring him, her tongue cleaning his tip before she finally pulled away with a wet pop. She licked her lips and smiled up at him.

"You taste divine, darling," she purred. "No wonder Viviane wanted to keep you all to herself."

Seamus lay there panting, his heart racing, body buzzing from both orgasm and venom.

And deep in his gut, he knew, there was no going back now. He was trapped here with hot lusty vampires that not only suck his blood but also his cock dry.