My Horny Stepmom Turns Me into Her Vampire Slave

Chapter 232: B - Depravity knows no bounds

Fuck... what a miserable week it’s been.

It took my body almost an entire day to fully regenerate the fractures that idiot Joe Callhan inflicted on me.

And as if that weren’t enough, that depraved succubus, Melania Narkhalis, has been making things even worse.

I’m definitely someone who enjoys sex, but her... she’s on a completely different level!

And to make matters worse, her perversion seems to get worse with each passing day.

Those thoughts and plenty of others run through my mind as I lie on the bed in the room I’ve been given for the few days I’ll be staying at Naomi’s house.

My room is right next to Naomi’s, while Melania sleeps in the same bed as her cousin.

It’s common knowledge that even the faintest sounds seem louder in the middle of the night, and with my unusually sharp hearing, nothing escapes me...

...not even the constant creaking and muffled moans I’ve been hearing for the past few minutes coming from Naomi and Melania’s room.

It’s obvious something’s going on in there, and whatever it is, it can’t be anything good.

Without making a sound, I slip out of my room and quietly make my way to theirs.

Slowly, I lower the handle... then I throw the door wide open.

No. There’s no fucking way...

Melania is lying there completely naked with her knees drawn up...

And Naomi, just as naked, is lying face down with her face buried between Melania’s thighs, her fingers gripping Melania’s breasts.

Yeah. It’s exactly what it looks like.

Naomi is eating out her twelve-year-old cousin.

"What the fuck is going on here?!"

My anger isn’t directed at Naomi, of course. It’s aimed entirely at Melania.

I’m certain she’s the one who used her underhanded succubus magic to make Naomi do something like this.

"What does it look like, Axel?" Melania replies with a smirk. "Aren’t vampires supposed to be famous for their incredible night vision?"

"I can see perfectly well what’s going on — that was a rhetorical question! Why the fuck did you manipulate your cousin’s mind to make her do something this disgusting?! I was right next door! If you really needed to blow off steam, you should’ve called me. That was our deal!"

"Oh, how thoughtful of you... Your willingness to sacrifice yourself is truly admirable. Anyway, I just felt like trying something different for a change," she replies, running her fingers through Naomi’s emerald-green hair before pulling her even closer between her thighs.

"And you just had to satisfy that little whim... with your cousin?!"

"I couldn’t help it. The urge hit me out of nowhere a few minutes ago and woke me up. Things like that happen to succubi. And since the only other women in this house are my aunt and my mother... well, whoever I picked wouldn’t have made much of a difference. Besides, even if I’d wanted to, Charming Magic doesn’t work on either of them. So this time your dear friend had the privilege of making me squirt. Don’t tell me you’re jealous, Axel."

"No, I’m not jealous — I’m disgusted. And the fact that you know for sure your magic doesn’t work on Naomi’s mother or Britney... fuck, did you actually try to manipulate them too? Have you no shame at all?!"

"I was just curious — purely for scientific purposes!" she says with a playful grin. "Here’s a little secret, Axel. Succubi can’t manipulate just anyone’s mind whenever they feel like it. All we can do is amplify emotions like desire and love to an absurd degree. And do you know what that means? My magic can’t create the desire to sleep with me out of thin air. It can only nurture a seed that’s already there. In other words, Naomi is doing this because, somewhere deep in the darkest corners of her heart, she already wanted to taste her cute cousin’s pussy. And the same goes for you, Axel. My powers would’ve had no effect on you if you didn’t feel at least some degree of attraction toward me. But don’t worry — Charming Magic erases the memories of any human it’s used on, so when Naomi wakes up tomorrow morning, it’ll be as if none of this ever happened."

No. No! And hell no!

I refuse to believe she got what she wanted from me that night at the docks because, deep down, I actually wanted her to suck my cock!

And I refuse even more strongly to believe Naomi ever truly wanted to lick Melania’s pussy...

Sure, the thought that Naomi might actually be into girls has never completely left the back of my mind, but...

Fuck. Not with her own cousin.

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Thank God Veronica’s finally coming back tomorrow from her business trip to Japan.

Fuck...

I’m literally going through withdrawal without her — without her mouth, her pussy, her ass...

Those endless late-night video calls where she’d lie naked on her hotel bed, touching herself and moaning, were supposed to make the separation a little easier.

Instead, they only made things worse, leaving me even more desperate to fuck her.

With Veronica’s return, tonight will also be my last night at Naomi’s place. I just hope nothing weird happens.

Although, honestly, I think I’ve already seen everything there is to see.

I’ve seen Melania getting eaten out by Naomi, and I’ve seen her masturbate with just about anything she could get her hands on — shampoo bottles, vegetables, even her own phone.

At this point, nothing can shock me anymore. I’m ready for the worst.

...or at least, that’s what I thought.

It’s just past three in the morning, and I’ve just gotten home after a disappointing night at my favorite lounge bar.

Yeah. Even the best strike out sometimes.

I slowly unlock the front door, careful not to make the slightest sound and wake anyone up.

Then...

BLEAH!

I barely manage to keep myself from throwing up.

Staggering backward, I stumble out of Naomi’s apartment and quietly close the door behind me.

Fuck... I can’t breathe.

I need a gulp of fresh air. Right now.

Melania... was on her knees on the living room floor, hands planted firmly on the ground.

Her pajama top was pulled up over her tits, while the pajama shorts and panties were down around her ankles... and Argo, Naomi’s pitch-black pitbull puppy, was mounting her from behind, front paws resting on Melania’s back for support.

He was fucking her with this unnatural frenzy, way too intense even for an animal, drooling like he had rabies, while Melania kept her hands locked around his hind legs to help him stay balanced.

So that little demonic slut wasn’t joking when she said she was curious about getting fucked by Naomi’s dog.

The whole thing is absolutely revolting...

And yet, there’s one detail from that disgusting scene that’s haunting me more than anything else.

Melania’s expression.

I only caught a glimpse of it before I fled the apartment, barely holding back a violent wave of nausea, but I can’t get it out of my head.

That look of absolute ecstasy.

That twisted, sick pleasure with which she stared straight at me the very instant I walked into the living room.

Her tongue was hanging out even farther than the dog’s, and her pupils had rolled so far back they were almost completely hidden.

I absolutely refuse to believe any of this could be considered normal. Not even for a demon.

That whole story about succubi being naturally dependent on pleasure can’t possibly justify something this filthy and depraved.

Sure, I wasn’t home to satisfy her daily need for semen... but damn it, I’m not the only person in that house with a dick.

Naomi’s father may not be exactly cover-model material, but he’s hardly a hopeless case either.

And even if he were the ugliest man in the world...

Fuck, he’d still be a better choice than getting fucked by a dog!

After all, I seriously doubt Melania’s the kind of person I’d feel even the slightest bit guilty about doing something like that with.

So why?

More importantly... why do it so openly, knowing I could’ve come home at any moment?

Did she do it on purpose so I’d see her?

Does she seriously think she can make me feel guilty by showing me what she’s willing to do just because I wasn’t there?

She’s got the wrong guy if she thinks that’s going to work.

That girl has absolutely no sense of shame.

She’s the very embodiment of the sickest, most twisted perversion imaginable.

And fuck... She’s only twelve!

What the hell is she going to be like by the time she’s thirty?

Oh, right...

According to Philip, she’ll let her own father impregnate her to give birth to more of their kind.

And that’s not even the worst part.

If Melania gives birth to male incubi, they’ll eventually impregnate her as well, all to spread their bloodline as much as possible while preserving the purity of the Narkhalis royal lineage.

Never in my life have I felt so grateful to whatever god may exist that I was born a vampire instead of an incubus.

I’m almost afraid to imagine what’s going to start happening in that house tomorrow, once Veronica finally comes home and I’m no longer around to satisfy that succubus’s insatiable hunger.

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