My Horny Stepmom Turns Me into Her Vampire Slave

Chapter 196: B - A new sexy classmate

Author’s Note:

This backstory will be told in first person from Axel Lustsilk’s point of view. (Yeah, I know he’s called Axel Volkom in the main story, but you’ll see why in time.)

Enjoy! 😃

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New York — six years before the beginning of the main events.

"A-Axel... my sweet, precious Axel... adopting you was the best thing I’ve ever done... k-keep going... I’m so close... I’m gonna— ahhhhhh!"

Nothing is a better wake-up call than listening to my stepmom moan while riding my cock on the morning of my eighteenth birthday.

Her name is Veronica Lustsilk, and she’s the hottest, most irresistible woman on the planet. I’m not even exaggerating.

She’s almost forty, but not a single girl my age anywhere in New York comes close.

Her tits are so huge and firm they look fake, but they’re completely natural.

Her round, tight ass looks like it was carved from marble, and her burgundy hair frames a face that’s downright impossible to resist.

Fuck... that face... it’s so fucking slutty. I’d cover it with my cum from morning till night.

Eight years ago, when she took me out of that orphanage, the first thing she said after I got into her bright red Ferrari was:

"You’re really cute, you know? I bet you’ll be a real heartbreaker in a few years."

Well...

Looks like she was right.

Veronica collapses forward, pressing her chest against mine as we climax at the exact same time.

My cum bursts deep inside her, hot and thick, while her juices run down my thighs.

We’re both completely naked. Her hard nipples rub against my skin as she keeps grinding against me, never getting enough.

My cock is still half hard, slowly sliding in and out of her soaked pussy.

"H-Happy birthday, my sweet Axel... I love you so much... I-I promise... we’ll celebrate properly tonight..." Veronica pants, still out of breath as her tongue slips into my mouth, tangling with mine.

That long, passionate kiss after sex is exactly what I need to survive another boring day at Ordrienne High. At least it’s my last year there.

Ah... I love fucking her so much... Almost as much as I love drinking her blood.

Yeah. I’m a vampire.

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Ah, Ms. Amelia Archer...

At first glance, she looks like one of the strictest women I’ve ever met.

Those thick glasses and that blonde bun make her seem cold and intimidating, but deep down...

I still can’t tell if all those A+’s I get in math are her way of thanking me for all the orgasms I give her during our private lessons, or if I actually earned them.

Either way, no one’s ever made me love math as much as she has.

Of course, my stepmom doesn’t have the slightest clue about any of my little affairs.

She doesn’t even know about all the other girls I’ve fucked over the years. She’s always been possessive in her own way, even before our relationship became... a lot more intimate.

It’s just another ordinary morning, and when my beloved Ms. Archer walks into the classroom, she’s not alone this time.

Standing beside her is an insanely gorgeous girl with lightly tanned skin, platinum hair cut just above her shoulders, and bright emerald-green eyes.

Damn... she’s seriously gorgeous.

Just looking at her is enough to get me hard.

"Everyone, this is Kimberly Almiris, your new classmate. I expect all of you to treat her with respect and uphold our school’s reputation," Ms. Archer says in her usual firm tone.

"So, Axel. You’ve already got your eyes on her, haven’t you?" whispers Naomi, my deskmate, nudging me with her elbow.

Naomi Everwyn — the only girl Veronica lets me hang out with, and the only person I can honestly call a friend.

There’s a reason my mom puts up with her, though. She’s convinced Naomi’s a lesbian, so she never worries when I’m out with her.

I have no idea where she got that idea from. Maybe it’s Naomi’s punk style, the studded leather jacket, her short green hair, or the way she acts like a total tomboy.

Yeah... my mom’s hopelessly old-fashioned. To her, any girl who doesn’t dress super feminine is automatically a lesbian.

On the other hand, Naomi’s probably the only girl in the entire school who doesn’t want to fuck me. So yeah, I kind of buy it too.

And it’s not like we’ve never had the chance — actually, it’s the complete opposite.

Just last year alone, I crashed in her bed at least thirty times after our little private parties in her room. I was always too drunk and too high to make it home, so she’d just tell me to stay and sleep with her.

And yet she never tried anything.

Not once.

Not even a hand accidentally brushing against my cock while pretending to be asleep. Nothing that even hinted she wanted to fuck.

And I have to admit... it’s nice having a relationship with a girl that isn’t all about sex.

"I’ve got a feeling you don’t stand a chance with this one," Naomi says with a smug grin. "Come on, she’s obviously a total good girl. Ten bucks says you won’t even get a tongue kiss out of her within a month."

"You said the exact same thing three months ago when Ms. Archer’s substitute covered her classes for two weeks... and you still owe me ten bucks for that bet."

"Okay, fine, I was wrong that time... but who the hell would’ve guessed that nun act was hiding a complete nympho? I still remember the pictures you sent me that night... the two of you going at it in the bathroom of that fast-food place..."

Ah, right... those pictures.

Yeah, taking a selfie from above while she was blowing me wasn’t exactly my classiest move. But otherwise, Naomi would’ve never believed me. And of course I deleted them right after — I’m not an asshole.

"Yeah, but this time it’s different!" Naomi insists. "Actually, I’m so sure I’ll double it. Twenty bucks says you won’t even get a tongue kiss out of her!"

"You’re on."