Vampire's prey [End]

Peter's beautiful blonde European stepmother reached out to embrace him.

Peter didn’t hesitate. He took his stepmother into his arms and kissed her fiercely on the lips. She melted in his arms and **** her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues dueled for a while and then Peter broke away. He began tearing at her white dress, frustrated that she wasn’t already nude. His stepmother returned the favor, undoing the buttons that held his pants on.

Once they were both naked they resumed their lustful tongue-play. Peter's hands roamed his stepmother’s body. He felt her conical breasts, round ass and trimmed bush. His steel cock was pressed between their stomachs. Peter pushed his stepmother against the garden wall. Without ceremony he lifted by her ass cheeks and lowered her onto his rigid love-tool.

Peter's stepmother gasped as her stepson’s cock penetrate her velvety folds and push against her cervix. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clenched her pussy muscles. This was all the encouragement Peter needed. He began to piston his cock in and out of his stepmother’s love-tunnel. He grunted as he fucked with total abandon.

Peter's stepmother moaned as her stepson’s cock move inside her. Her entire body shook with the effort and her breasts bounced. Peter could hear the slapping of his balls. She dug her heels into his thighs and gripped his shoulders. As Peter slammed into her again she squealed. She screamed: “Oh yes! Yes, oh fuck yes! Deeper, DEEPER! Make me COME! You are so good to me Alder! Fuck me! FUCK ME ALDER!”

The words did not register in Peter's lust-fueled brain. Even if they had he would not have stopped. His world was now contained within his stepmother’s pussy. The only sensation was the feeling of her warm slick insides. His tempo increased and he grunted like an animal. With one final thrust he came hard and shot a huge load of potent seed directly into his stepmother’s womb.

Peter's stepmother screamed as her orgasm broke in waves radiating throughout her entire body. She arched her back and gripped his head, pushing it into her chest. Peter eagerly sucked his stepmother’s perky nipples, adding to her pleasure as she came down from her orgasm. She laid her head on top of Peter's and ran her fingers through his hair.

Peter wasn’t finished. His youthful stamina kept his cock iron hard. With his cock still buried deep inside his stepmother's twat, he spun around and laid her on the garden floor. Peter grabbed his beautiful blonde stepmother’s legs by the ankles and placed them on his shoulders. He held his her waist as he began to fuck her once more.

As Peter pounded her pussy, his stepmother fucked him back. She felt every inch of his steely manhood penetrate her folds and she was ecstatic. Peter was shorter and younger than his father Alder Morley but his cock was every bit as large. His stepmother orgasmed once more. She writhed beneath her stepson’s body. Peter continued his delicious pummeling of his stepmother’s cunt.

Soon Peter delivered another load of potent seed into his fertile stepmother. He lay on top of her for a moment to regain his breath. He withdrew his still rigid prick from her drooling pussy and flipped her over. Once she was on all fours he jammed his rod into her again. His stepmother's whole body lurched forward from the impact. Peter gripped her hips and slammed her again.

Peter gradually increased his pace. His stepmother fucked him back with enthusiasm. Soon they were both panting and moaning. She began chanting: “Fuck me! Fuck me, Alder! Fuck me good!”

Peter was still mute. The animal lust had robbed him of speech. He pounded away at his stepmother’s hot cunt. She pushed her ass back to meet every thrust. Their pleasure culminated with a mind-shattering mutual orgasm. Both of them collapsed onto the dirt floor in complete exhaustion.

After they had finished making love, Peter’s eyes drifted to the dark sky. A strange thought struck him, cutting through the haze of passion.

He said, turning to the woman beside him: “I just realized something. You never told me your name.”

His stepmother smiled faintly, her expression unreadable: “It’s Carmilla Karnstein.”

A chill ran down Peter’s spine. The name echoed through his mind, dredging up fragments of the castle’s dark history: “Wait… isn’t that the name of the countess you said built this castle centuries ago?”

His stepmother replied, her tone calm, almost amused: “It is."

Peter fell silent. It was as if a fog had suddenly lifted, and reality came crashing down. His mother Cynthia’s warnings flooded back: his father, Alder Morley, had been a black magician. And now Peter was lying beside a woman whose name was tied to centuries-old legends.

His voice was hesitant, almost fearful: “How… how did my father die?”

Carmilla’s serene expression darkened slightly, but she deflected the question with unnerving ease: “Alder tried to command me. You won’t do that, will you, Peter?”

“Stay away from me!”

Peter screamed, panic flooding his chest as the truth hit him.

Suddenly, the pieces fell into place. He had never noticed it before: how she never ate or drank in his presence. How she had no reflection. The reality of the woman he had sex with crashed down on him like a weight he could not escape.

Carmilla grimaced, her expression shifting into something predatory. Her voice was low and dangerous: “I thought I had you. But it seems you're disappointing me too. If you won’t take your father's place as my husband, then you can take his place as my prey.”

Peter’s blood ran cold as he tried to run, but it was too late. He was caught in a trance, unable to move. His body was frozen, his mind screaming in terror as his stepmother's sharp fangs sank into his neck.

A few days later, Cynthia Ross received the dark news from Austria.

Peter had been found dead in his father’s estates. His nude corpse had been drained entirely of blood, and his face was forever frozen in a look of horror.

[The End]