My Horny Stepmom Turns Me into Her Vampire Slave

Chapter 199: B - My stepmom’s cock-and-cook Sundays

Mmm... that smells amazing.

Veronica’s making meatloaf, which can only mean one thing.

It’s Sunday.

She’s off work, and we get to spend the whole day together.

She’s an incredible woman in so many ways, but cooking definitely isn’t one of her talents.

But I can’t really blame her. She barely has any free time to get better at it.

After all, she’s the director of the American branch of Seiryu Biotech — a massive Japanese pharmaceutical company with research centers all over the world.

That job eats up an insane amount of her time, but the money more than makes up for it.

Yeah, in case it wasn’t obvious, she’s filthy rich.

That’s why we have a housekeeper, Mrs. Morales. She takes care of everything, including the cooking during the week.

Even so, Veronica’s meatloaf always turns out amazing. And since she insists on cooking whenever we get a day together, she always makes the one dish she’s actually good at.

Honestly, though, when she’s wearing that apron that’s completely open in the back with nothing underneath but a thin red thong... She could cook absolutely anything, and I’d eat it without a second thought.

"My little Axy..."

That’s the nickname she uses when we’re alone. "...how about we go out for dinner tonight at that restaur—"

She cuts herself off the instant she feels my hands grabbing her tits from behind, squeezing them hard.

God, those tits are the eighth wonder of the world.

So firm. So huge...

They’re so big I can’t even fit them completely in my hands.

Fuck... I could stay glued to them all day.

"A-Axy... g-give me a second... I’m still cooking..."

Her mouth is telling me to stop, but her body seems to have other ideas.

She keeps pushing her ass back against my cock, which has already slipped out of my boxer briefs.

Then she starts grinding against my already rock-hard dick.

I press myself against her and start licking her neck, all the way from her shoulder blade to her ear before gently nibbling on her earlobe.

That gets her every single time.

And then...

"Ahhh!"

A sharp cry of pain escapes her lips.

She must’ve gotten distracted and accidentally sliced the tip of her finger with the large kitchen knife while chopping the vegetables.

Ah... her blood.

The cherry on top of this perfect Sunday morning.

And she knows it.

She knows her blood does something to me. It makes me lose control completely. It strips away every last inhibition.

She does it on purpose, pressing her finger against my lips before slipping it into my mouth, letting the tiny cut drip onto my tongue and flood my palate with its intoxicating sweetness.

And yet, that has nothing to do with me being a vampire.

People like to think vampires feed on blood, and I have no idea where that belief comes from. Maybe there really are vampires who do, but I know for a fact I’m not one of them.

My obsession with Veronica’s blood is simply a fetish, probably fueled by growing up with Hollywood’s endless image of vampires drinking the blood of the women they love.

I hook my fingers under her thong and pull it down in one swift motion, letting it slide all the way to her ankles. I do the same with her kitchen apron, leaving her completely naked.

She bends forward, arching her back and pushing her hips even farther toward me.

"A-Axy... ahhhhhh... y-yes, Axy... like that... just like that... ahhhhh..."

Her tongue hangs from her open mouth as she pants, moans, and cries out my name.

Her fingernails dig into my thighs as she pulls me hard against her, letting every inch of my cock slide into her warm, soaking wet pussy.

Moments like this make me thank every god out there for making Veronica choose me on that freezing December morning.

I don’t even want to think about what would’ve happened if I’d been the one left to rot inside that damn orphanage while one of those fucking losers was here fucking Veronica instead of me.

That thought drives me completely insane.

Yeah, I’m possessive as hell when it comes to her.

She once told me she’d always wanted a child, but her career never left room for a relationship.

On top of that, raising a baby on her own was never an option, so she decided to adopt a child who was already old enough to take care of himself.

And in a way, you could say I solved both of her problems.

Her desire for a son... and for a man who could fuck her the way she deserves.

"A-Axy... today you’re... you’re even more fired up than usual... God, you’re driving me crazy!" she cries at the top of her lungs as I fuck her with the raw intensity of an animal in heat.

And no, we don’t live in some secluded mansion in the middle of nowhere.

We live in a loft in one of Midtown Manhattan’s most luxurious skyscrapers, and I’m almost certain the soundproofing isn’t good enough to hide her high-pitched moans and wild cries of pleasure.

But I don’t give a fuck.

People can gossip all they want and throw around words like incest or abuse. Nothing will ever stop me from fucking her whenever we get the chance.

And she feels exactly the same way.

We even talked about it once, and Veronica made her position crystal clear.

"This is my home, and I’ll fuck whenever I want, however I want, and most importantly, whoever I want! If some frustrated woman or some jealous man can’t stand the fact that you make me scream that loud, that’s their problem — not mine!"

"Axy...! Axy...! Come inside me, Axy...! I want it all... I want all of it inside me...!"

Instinctively, my fingers tighten around her hips.

I drive into her harder. Faster.

Until my orgasm erupts inside her at the exact same moment her warm juices run down her thighs, mixing with mine after one last, long scream of pure pleasure.

My thick cum slowly trickles down her trembling legs.

She turns toward me.

Her tongue slips into my mouth, and mine into hers, twisting together while my still-hard cock presses firmly between her thighs.

"Looks like someone isn’t finished yet..." Veronica whispers with a mischievous smile, wrapping her hand around my still-throbbing erection.

"Finished? Please... We haven’t even started."