CHAPTER 50: DAMN, I REALLY MISSED CUMMING IN HER ASS...

«R-Rennie... my beloved Rennie... aaah... I missed you so much...»

Isabelle moans, gasping, her cries of pleasure echoing so loud they could be mistaken for someone undergoing an exorcism.

It’s already past nine in the evening, a time when most of the residents in this building are asleep.

But I don’t blame her. The animal hunger driving the way I’m fucking her is enough reason.

Two endless weeks without her have made me lose all restraint.

I didn’t even give her the chance to put down her bags. I ripped her clothes off like a child tearing open Christmas presents.

Now she lies on her stomach against the warm tiles of the living room floor, the heating beneath keeping them hot.

Her hips are slightly raised, and I’m kneeling behind her, my cock sliding easily into her ass, slick with strawberry-flavored lube.

My right hand squeezes her massive, firm breasts, while the fingers of my left are tangled in her thick burgundy hair. I pull her head back just enough to see her face twisted in ecstasy. Her pupils are rolled up, her tongue hanging out like a dog greeting its master.

A dog... better not think about that...

Ever since that time I fucked her ass at the hot springs, Isabelle seems to have forgotten she even has a pussy. And to think she used to be scared of taking it from behind. She’s probably regretting how long she waited.

This is turning into an endless fuck, one that will keep her awake all night.

Many women I’ve been with told me things like, "Before sex, my husband always says he’ll fuck me until dawn, but half an hour later he’s already asleep. But with you it’s different—when you promise to go all night, you really do it!"

Well, being a vampire and not knowing the meaning of the word sleep has its perks. That, plus my stamina far beyond any human’s, has made me the dream of every woman.

I come, she comes—our mixed fluids spread across the floor.

From the living room we move to the shower. We start again, like a pair of hormone-crazed teenagers reunited after years apart. Hot water foams with shampoo, sliding down our bodies, washing away sweat and the cum still leaking from her ass.

My body is focused on giving Isabelle pleasure—I’ve lost count of how many orgasms she’s had. But my eyes are fixed on the big clock hanging in the living room.

Anxiety builds as the hours pass, my heart pounding harder until it turns into real tachycardia when the clock strikes five in the morning—the time when, for the last two weeks up until yesterday, Mrs. Fenwick showed up at my door, eager for her daily dose to face a long day of work.

Lately, she’d arrive with two croissants and a long coat, under which she wore nothing but lace lingerie that made me hard just looking at her. If she forgot Isabelle had returned and came like that now... no, I don’t even want to imagine it.

All the residents of this luxury building would be woken up by Isabelle’s screams—and they wouldn’t be the usual cries of pleasure that keep them up late.

Luckily, none of that happens.

The last act of our marathon ends at seven in the morning, with one final, intense orgasm in perfect sync, once again under the shower.

Yes, we definitely worked up a sweat after the first shower a few hours earlier, not to mention all the fluids covering us, especially her—her skin a canvas of cum and saliva dripping from everywhere, even her hair soaked with it.

Finally, after a quick breakfast and one last, lingering kiss, we start our separate days—I head to school while she collapses into bed for some well-deserved rest.

Still no sign of Brianne today, and honestly, it’s starting to worry me more than I’d like. No answer on her phone, and her house is deserted. I’ve kept an eye on it since she disappeared—no one’s gone in or out. Maybe she’s on vacation somewhere without signal? I really hope so...

Funny though, a vampire worrying about the health of his natural enemy... I really am strange.

Anyway, since Brianne’s been gone, Elaine has taken back her seat next to me in class—the one she gave up after our fight.

I feared that, after I ended my temporary stay with her family, things with Melania would spiral out of control.

I expected Elaine to come to school this morning in tears and rage. But instead she’s surprisingly calm, beyond my expectations.

It’s clear Melania was right: humans under her power really do suffer amnesia. Otherwise Elaine wouldn’t be in such a good mood after licking her cousin’s pussy.

Or maybe that’s exactly why she’s so happy?

No, come on, Ren, don’t be ridiculous... even if, I have to admit, the image of Elaine with her tongue between little Melania’s thighs, despite my initial disgust, keeps coming back. More and more vivid. More and more twisted. And just thinking about it now is making me hard, craving to fuck them both together.

Shit... Melania has infected me with her depravity...

«Ren, do you remember when you begged me to follow Brianne with you all the way to Long Island City?» Elaine asks.

«Actually, you were the one who insisted on coming with me at all costs...»

«That’s not how it happened!»

«To me, it seems exactly like that...»

«You’re clearly confused! Anyway, since I helped you stalk Brianne, now it’s your turn to pay me back and help me follow someone!»

«Don’t tell me you’ve fallen in love again...»

«D-Don’t talk nonsense! After that disaster with Tyler, I’ve completely lost interest in dating anyone!» she snaps, breaking the heavy silence of Professor Ashby’s lecture.

The teacher shoots us a deadly glare—I have the feeling I’ll be paying her office a visit later to make up for this.

«Anyway...» Elaine lowers her voice so much that even with my sharp vampire hearing, I can barely catch it. «Melania told me she’s meeting a boy tonight that she met online. She didn’t say who he is or how old he is, so I’m afraid he might be some creep who lures young girls on social networks. Please, Ren. I’m really worried something bad might happen to her, but I don’t trust myself to follow her alone—if something did happen, I couldn’t do much.»

I think it’s actually the boy who’s been lured online, and Melania is the predator ready to take advantage of him.

«Alright, I’ll come with you,» I answer, though my concern isn’t really for Melania’s safety.