CHAPTER 63: MASTER SEAMUS**

"We haven’t even started yet."

Leah rose and, without waiting for a reply, pressed her lips to Seamus’s mouth, fingers sliding up the back of his neck.

The warmth of her breath and the sudden closeness made his jaw tighten.

"You’re right about him, Sister. He’s adorable and so obedient," she added over her shoulder to Isolde.

Isolde only smiled at that, the small curve of her lips giving away nothing.

Her expression didn’t change at all, which made Seamus’s irritation spike even harder. He hated the idea of her calling him obedient.

So he yanked Leah’s hair, dragging her face back to his.

"Let’s see how long you can handle this good boy," he murmured, eyes cutting lazily toward the matriarch.

"Why don’t you make this interesting? I know you know how."

Isolde crossed her arms and began to tap a finger against her arm, like a teacher amused by a student’s tantrum.

"Someone seems to be in his teenage rebel era," she said dryly. "But very well, let’s make this ritual more interesting." She flicked her fingers.

The light around them deepened to crimson, shadows thickening until the hall melted into a dungeon of benches, ropes, and toys of sex.

"Wow. Someone has a serious kink," Seamus muttered, a mocking laugh slipping out as he took in the racks on the wall.

This had Isolde’s hunger for control and power written all over it.

"As expected from a young man with a rebellious streak," Leah teased, stepping forward.

"My sister’s power manifests from other dreams, not just her. So it must come from you."

Her lingerie caught the red light. She only wore thin black strings across her nipples and crotch, the straps crisscrossing her waist and hips before meeting at a translucent patch between her thighs.

Long sheer gloves covered her arms and a black choker circled her neck like a collar.

He blinked in surprise. It was pure BDSM lingerie.

"Do you want to be my dom?" she asked, tilting her head submissively.

He didn’t answer with words; he caught Leah’s mouth in a kiss instead, hand sliding to her ass and tugging the thin string aside until it pressed against her slit.

She moaned into his mouth. "Hngg~"

They broke apart and she licked her lower lip. "This is why I love non-virgin boys."

"Is it in your blood, acting like a slut for any man? Or just for me?"

"Ohh, good question." She trailed her finger along his jaw. "Maybe it’s the cute guy whose blood tastes like honey."

Seamus laughed under his breath. "Foreplay’s over. Let’s move to the main course."

He clipped a leash to Leah’s choker; her eyes widened but he was past caring.

Horny, focused, he lifted her onto his shoulder. Leah’s heels clattered to the floor as she giggled.

"Oh, Seamus, your impatience is adorable too!" she sang as he carried her to the breeding bench.

He set her down in a doggy-style position and slapped her ass, already wondering what kind of power her bloodstyle held—she was, after all, the elder sister of the Velstrath matriarch.

"Hnnn~ more, hit me more!" Leah moaned.

Whether she was teasing or serious didn’t matter; Seamus enjoyed spanking her thick ass all the same.

It jiggled and reddened under his palm, marks blooming with every slap.

Her pussy dripped with juice as he rubbed her slit with his fingers, making her shudder.

"Ohh~ Seamus! Put it in, darling!" she begged.

"Are you ordering me around?" he growled, pulling the leash so she choked. "Are you forgetting who I am now?"

Strangely, her face was full of bliss as she screamed.

"AHHH!! HAAGGHH!!! I’m sorry~ please put it in, Master, destroy my inside."

Her words broke against the choker that made it hard to breathe, yet she still swayed her ass, begging to be used.

Seamus grinned widely. Seeing her like this woke something in him he didn’t know existed.

He snatched the small egg-shaped vibrators on the table beside them, switched them on, and shoved them into her pussy without mercy.

Leah choked on her breath. "HAARRGG!!! OHH!!!"

Her golden irises melted into hearts; saliva dribbled from her mouth like a dog in heat as he slid another in.

"You’re cruel!" she gasped, her hole twitching nonstop as the buzzing pressed harder on her G-spot.

He yanked the leash until her head snapped back to face him. "Do you want a safe word? But I don’t think a powerful being like you needs one, right?" he whispered.

Without warning he shoved his cock inside. Leah screamed in pleasure.

"OHHH!!! LORDDD!!! I’M CUMINGGG!!!"

Her body convulsed like crazy, squirting hard as a fountain of juices splashed out.

Seamus groaned as her pussy clenched his shaft tight, milking him dry. He couldn’t believe she climaxed just like that.

But he enjoyed it, looking at the masochist sexy vampire in front of him as her pussy kept massaging his shaft was an amazing feeling.

Like a drug he couldn’t resist.

On top of that, he got a new power from just having sex.

He grabbed her hair, hauling her upright to meet his eyes. "Is my cock that good to you? In just one thrust you climaxed like a slut?"

"YESSHH!!! AHHHN~ Master, please move! I want more! Use my pussy as you like, please~"

Leah’s buttocks rolled to push him deeper, forcing the vibrators further in and driving them both insane.

"As you wish." He bent her back into position and drove his cock deeper.

The vibration inside her made her even tighter. Seamus hissed in pleasure as his tip kept striking the eggs, the sensation building into something almost unbearable.

"Fuck, your pussy feels so good," he moaned, bending down to bite her neck.

His hands twisted and pulled at her hard nipples while her whimpers grew louder.

The breeding bench creaked under them as he pistoned into her, the vibrators still humming, rearranging her insides.

"Master! Ahhh! Harder!" Leah clawed at the bench, hair sticking to her wet cheeks.

The leash pulled tight, her neck arched, eyes rolling back. Her moans broke into jagged sounds, half plea, half laugh.

Seamus gave her what she wanted. He drove his cock deeper, slower now, sliding it back and forth through the slick heat until her whole body trembled and her eyes rolled back.

"Cummhhnn!" she cried.

Without warning she came again, harder this time, her walls clamping down like crazy.

The twitching and the vibrations were too much; Seamus groaned and climaxed with her, spilling himself deep as their mixed fluids dripped to the ground.

"Damn... I can’t even hold for ten minutes," he cursed between ragged breaths.

But it felt so good, and he could already feel himself stirring again.

He leaned down, whispering in her ear, "I’ll breed you until you can’t think anymore. What do you say?"

Leah nodded, half-conscious. "Yesshh... please, I want your cock. I want your semen inside me. Make my womb full..."

Seamus’s smile widened as he gripped her hips and rolled her onto her back so she was facing him.

In one practiced motion he lifted her legs, bending her knees and spreading them upward before hooking each ankle into the iron cuffs fixed to the top bar.

The cold metal snapped shut with a sharp click, leaving her inverted on the bench, arms dangling as she caught her breath.

It was the perfect breeding position.

He withdrew the slick vibrator, thick liquid clinging to it, and pressed it back against her rear; it slid in smoothly without resistance, drawing a soft whimper from her.

"Ngghh... Master?" she breathed, her voice trembling.

Without replying, he thrust his cock into her pussy again.

This time the device beneath her buzzed to life, sending vibrations up from below and making her clench even tighter around him as the love eggs shifted inside.

"You’re even tighter now," he muttered.

Seamus moved again like an animal in heat, and Leah could only scream in pleasure. Both of them were so lost in it that the breeding bench creaked under the strain, looking as though it might break at any moment.

On the edge of the bed, Diane sat frozen, wide-eyed in disbelief.

She had never imagined sex could turn into something so raw, so primal and beastly, the sounds filling the room more like animals mating than anything she had known.

Until now, she had thought of intimacy as nothing more than pushing and pulling until it was done.

Her thighs pressed together as warmth pooled between her legs.

Watching her usually composed, wise aunt being taken apart, moaning and cumming as her insides being stuffed by thick cock and semen over and over again, was enough to make Diane’s pulse race.

She caught herself wondering when it would be her turn. A part of her wanted to be used like that too.

"Diane, why don’t you prepare yourself?" Isolde’s voice cut through her thoughts, startling her.

"Huh? Prepare? What do you mean?" she stammered.

A coil of red rope appeared in Isolde’s hands. "You know in Japan there’s a kind of bondage called shibari," she said smoothly. "I’m sure Seamus would love to see you wrapped in it."

Diane’s eyes widened in horror and fascination. This was a territory she had never entered. Slowly, she reached out and took the rope from her mother’s hands.

"I... I’ll get ready," she murmured.