CHAPTER 74: YOU ARE MINE NOW**

Diane tore off her blindfold and crawled over him, grinding her slick entrance along the length of his hard cock until it glistened with her juices.

Her body clung to his, nipples grazing his chest as she moved like a creature in heat.

"Nngghhh~ Seamus, please... can I put it in?" she begged, eyes drowning in lust.

Seamus cupped her ass, lifted her slightly, then thrust upward himself, burying every inch until the base made her jolt and scream at the sudden rush of pleasure.

"AHHH!!! SO BIGGHHH~"

She cried, trembling, her walls fluttering around him while he groaned deep in his throat.

"Move, Diane. Make me feel good..."

She nodded frantically and began to rock her hips, sliding up and down that thick shaft, feeling him tear into her depths, stretching and rearranging her insides with each stroke.

"Seamuusshhh!!! Your dick feels so amazing~" she gasped, head tilting back, eyes half-lidded and wet.

This was more good than even the best dildo she put inside or every masturbation she ever felt.

Nothing could beat the real thing, especially Seamus’s. Now she kinda understands why her sister and mother have obsessive tendencies toward him.

Her hands went to her breasts, pinching her nipples and circling her clit as she pushed him deeper, kissing her womb.

"Ohhh~ I can feel you outside my womb!" she gasped, the tips rubbing against it, making her body scream pleasure.

Especially when his tip pressed hard against her sweet spot she nearly lost her mind at the bliss.

"What a tight little pussy," Seamus muttered, sweat dripping from his brow as he guided her hips faster.

Just like her mouth, her wall gripped him hungrily, milking him with desperate spasms that sent pleasure shooting up his spine.

"More!!! Don’t stop, please~ haaahhhh!!!"

Diane wailed, lost to sensation as she rode him harder, her breasts swaying beautifully until he caught one in his mouth, biting and laving her nipple with his tongue.

"Ohhh~ Seeamuss..."

His lips trailed to her neck, leaving bite marks down her skin to claim her, while she did the same, only she bared her fangs and sank them into his flesh, drinking greedily.

Blood spilled hot between them, streaking their chests and down to their bottom, and mixed with her slick.

Instead of pain he felt a jolt of bliss, his cock stiffening even more. She tasted his pulse and sensed the swelling heat inside him, her eyes rolling back.

"CUMMINGGGNNGGHHH!!!" she screamed as her climax tore through her, juices splattering across his thighs.

The pleasure electrified her mind, reducing her to pure, breathless want.

But Seamus wasn’t finished. The aphrodisiac in a vampire’s bite coursed through him, keeping his body ragingly hard, his seed replenishing as if by magic.

It was like a vitality boost that could drive them to keep going for a day and a night.

He was far from finished. Seamus pushed Diane’s body down, enough to drive himself even deeper.

He pulled almost all the way out to the base, then slammed back in with force that made the bedframe groan beneath them.

Diane, still caught in the tail end of her climax, could only shriek out broken moans as the mattress creaked and shifted.

Her mind emptied until it was nothing but the feel of his cock filling her, her pussy burning with a mix of pain and molten pleasure.

"HHNNGGHHH!!! ARRGGHHHH!!!"

She screamed, trembling violently as she felt him battering at her womb, her last thread of sanity snapping as she braced herself to be breached.

Her fingers dug into her thighs, holding herself open so he could reach deeper still, while Seamus poured all his weight into her, his hips pumping faster and harder.

"CUMMINGGHHH!!! AHHHHH! SEAMUSS!"

Diane’s eyes rolled back, a wide smile twisting across her face as bliss and happiness shook her body.

"Fucckkk..."

He growled, feeling her tighten and convulse around him again, her walls milking him as he drove himself to the hilt, deeper than before, until her juices splashed across them both.

"My womb... my womb... ah, your cock~" she murmured, unable to form whole words.

Seamus could feel it too, like a second mouth clutching at him, clamping down as he lost his own control. His cock was finally inside it.

"Fuck! I’m going to come inside your womb!"

"YESHHH!!! YESH!!! PLEASE BREED MEEE!!!" she begged, tasting a happiness she’d never known.

He was buried to the hilt in her warm, wet depths; it was almost unbearable how good she felt. With one final thrust, he spilled himself inside her, filling her womb with his release.

Even then, thick streams of his seed leaked out, mixing with her endless slick as she lay gasping, almost faint from pleasure.

Seamus collapsed on top of her, catching his breath, knowing the night was far from over.

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Diane woke as a blade of light slipped through the shuttered window. She blinked, her body still sore and damp from their night-long sex.

Her cheeks flushed hot as memories of her own desperate begging rose unbidden.

She turned to see him still asleep, the wounds from the day before faint but already healed.

She smiled and crawled up over him, pressing her ear to his chest, feeling the steady heartbeat thrum beneath her palm...

Strange. He had her power, and her sister’s too, yet still a heartbeat like a human. When she had asked her mother, the woman had simply waved her off with,

"It’s because of his blood... You just need to protect him so he doesn’t get killed."

Diane sighed. Everyone dismissed her questions like that, even Viviane had, before she died. That was why she’d lost her.

She frowned. Maybe turning into a vampire had dulled her feelings, maybe that was why her mother had changed as well.

She felt sadness at her sister’s death, truly; she thought of her constantly, almost as if she were still present.

But still, she rarely cried.

And here was this man, trying to bring Viviane back like a fool. Were all humans like that?

Or was it love?

Diane gazed down at the sleeping man, questions circling her mind. All the letters Viviane had sent were full of warmth and color, as if she had escaped the darkness at last.

It made Diane wonder what it felt like to be loved like that. She wanted what her sister had tasted.

And now, the subject of her sister’s love lay right in front of her. She could touch him, hold him, claim him. He belonged to her now.

Diane rested her head on his chest and smiled. "You’re mine now, not my sister’s anymore," she whispered.

All of his love was for her to feel and no one could steal him from her.