My Stepmom Is A Vampire & Her Entire Bloodline Wants To Breed Me

Chapter 181: Two Ways to Carry Hatred**

Isolde was now sitting on top of Seamus, her back pressed against his chest while he remained in the same position as before, leaning against the headboard.

He did not rush her, letting her take control as she rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles, making sure his cock hit every sensitive place inside her.

Each movement drew a high moan from her lips.

"Ohh~ Seamus... I wish we could have sex like this every day," she said, her voice breaking when he twisted her nipples and tugged them firmly, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through her body.

"Yeah," he replied dryly, "if you stop being a jerk, maybe we can."

Her walls tightened instantly at his touch, clenching hard as he played with her breasts, teasing until her swollen nipples throbbed.

"Hnnn, ahhh... I am not a jerk," she gasped. "You just don’t know how to play my game."

She leaned back against his chest, letting his cock sink fully inside her, savoring the fullness.

Tilting her head, she dragged her tongue along his neck before baring her fangs and sinking them into his skin. Blood spilled freely, running down their chests as she drank.

Seamus’s vision blurred as a tingling heat spread through his lower body. His cock swelled even tighter inside her as the aphrodisiac took effect.

With a low growl, he grabbed her waist and began driving her up and down at a brutal pace.

Isolde froze for a second, eyes widening as she broke away from his neck with a loud moan.

One hand wrapped around his neck to steady herself as her body shook.

"AAAHHH! OHHNNGGH~ Your thick cock keeps hitting the perfect spot!" she screamed, her voice mixing with the creaking bed and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

"Damn it," Seamus groaned. "Your pussy keeps milking me dry."

His free hand slid down and flicked her clit sharply. Her body went rigid as pleasure ripped through her without warning.

Her head fell back, eyes rolling as she cried out, "CUMMIIINGGHH~"

The sudden climax sent waves through her body, her pussy clamping down hard around his cock, hot and desperate, squeezing as if it wanted everything he had.

The intensity made Seamus tremble, but he forced himself to hold back.

Isolde was completely undone. Her skin flushed deep red, sweat clung to her body, and her silver hair stuck damply to her face as soft, broken sounds spilled from her lips.

She looks so beautiful like that. With her mouth only moaning his name instead of scheming and insulting everyone.

"It is not over yet, Isolde," he whispered against her ear.

She could only answer with a weak, needy moan.

Seamus shoved her down onto the bed, turning her onto her side before lifting her leg and resting them against his shoulder.

The position let him move more easily, driving deeper as she took every thrust without resistance, her puffy cunt stretched and filled again and again.

Her body rocked with each movement in a way that made his gaze darken.

"Fuck," he hissed. "I hope you keep this submissive side of yours even when we are not having sex."

Her pussy trembled faintly at his words.

Isolde laughed softly. "What is the fun of having submissive women around you? So you can feel powerful?"

He shook his head. "No. So my life would be easier. Do you even realize how much trouble you cause me?"

She chuckled, gripping his shoulder and pulling him closer until their faces were nearly touching. He could feel her breath against his neck as she spoke.

"You only live once," she said quietly. "After that, God throws you into hell or heaven. In hell, you suffer. In heaven, you are given peace and obedience."

Her eyes glinted faintly in the dark. "So, you are welcome, I’ve made your life more colorful and meaningful in this life."

Seamus froze for a moment, then burst out laughing, bitter and irritated. He grabbed her head and pressed her face into the mattress, shifting her body until she lay flat on her stomach before thrusting into her mercilessly.

Her words angered him. She did not regret anything she had done to him and likely never would.

"Aaahhnn~ hmpphh!"

Her moans were muffled by the bed, her body shaking as she struggled for breath, yet her pussy only tightened further around him, making him hiss in pleasure.

At times like this, the only thing he could tolerate about her was this, the way her body responded so perfectly, as if it had been made for nothing but sex.

"Hmhh... cummhhh!!!"

Isolde’s body suddenly became rigid. Her cunt convulsed violently as she climaxed again, losing count of how many times it had happened already. That was when Seamus finally lost control.

He grunted as he spilled himself inside her, thick warmth overflowing as her body struggled to contain it all.

Their breathing came out ragged as he collapsed beside her moments later, staring up at the ceiling while the night slowly faded into dawn.

Next to him, Isolde was still trembling. Her fingers clenched the white sheets so tightly they turned pale.

He watched her for a moment before sighing. "I don’t understand you at all. Why go this far just to watch everything fall apart?"

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she shifted and slowly lay on top of him, her fingers tracing slow circles across his chest.

"Seamus," she said softly, "some hatred fades on its own. Some don’t. It rots and turns into ugly scars." Her voice lowered.

"If you had the power to satisfy that anger, would you do whatever it took to burn the world?"

His eyes turned to her face, searching for meaning in every expression, but he found nothing. Her aura was gray, hollow, stripped of warmth.

"If it meant sacrificing others," he replied quietly, "I would never do that. I would carry all the hatred myself. I would be the only one wounded."

She chuckled. "You really are your father’s son. That is the difference between you and me."

She rested her head against his chest. "When you suffer, does it not irritate you to see others happy while doing nothing to help?"

"No." Seamus narrowed his eyes. "My suffering is not their fault. They don’t owe me anything."

"Then," Isolde said softly, "you have not suffered enough."

Her words lingered long after she fell silent.

Seamus stared at the ceiling, thinking. He was someone who hated slowly fading with time and forgiveness.

Perhaps it was because he had never been pushed far enough.

But what kind of pain could make someone want to destroy everything?

That, he knew, was something he would never understand.