Incest within a Vampire Family: The Power of Bloodline [Full Story]

Incest in the Vampire Family: The Power of Bloodline

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Preface

This is an English novel that I downloaded from the Internet. The author is not indicated. There is only
a poem at the beginning of the article. Since I am not very knowledgeable and have no materials at hand, I dare not translate it lightly,
lest I make a fool of myself. I have listed the original poem for the benefit of learned people. I hope everyone will give me their feedback. Thank you!

"I never quibbled

if it was ribald

i would devour

where others merely nibbled."

——Tom Lehrer, "Smut"

Part 1: Vampire Mother

(1)

When the taxi stopped in front of the bar, I paid the fare and stepped out of the car. I started to regret it! The place
looked almost unbelievably filthy and chaotic. The parking lot was littered with crushed cans and broken
bottles, and a few disgusting cockroaches were crawling all over it. The neon signs even had misspelled words. I couldn't
believe I'd come to a place like this...

After work, I met up with a girl to go home. While we were busy talking about love, the phone
rang . But because we were so engrossed in our conversation, we just let it ring. However, the other party seemed more patient, refusing to hang up. After
about twenty-seven or eight rings, I reluctantly answered, picking up the receiver and replying impatiently, "Hello!"

A woman's voice came from the other end: "David Gianna?" "Yes! If it's not important
, call back later. I'm incredibly busy." "

It is important. I hope to meet with you to discuss it!"

"Listen! If I have violated you, I'll take care of you! Go find my lawyer; otherwise, please don't bother me,
I..."

"Your voice sounds like it's been pounded by a dog! Listen! I..."

I suddenly felt nauseous. Lately, I've been vomiting for no reason, probably from catching the flu
or something to upset my stomach. "Excuse me, please wait a moment!"

I hung up and ran into the bathroom, vomiting several times. Once my stomach calmed down, I poured myself a glass of water and slowly drank it to soothe
myself. Then I returned to the phone:

"Sorry!" "Did you vomit?"

This answer shocked me: "What? You…"

"I know quite a bit. You've been vomiting for a while now, haven't you?"

"Yes!" "Your eyes are very sensitive to light, aren't they?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Lately, I have to wear sunglasses whenever I go out, otherwise the light is unbearable, especially in bright sunlight
, it's practically impossible to walk.

"I know what happened. If you want to know the details,
come to the 'Cat and Rooster' bar late tomorrow night!"

The other person hung up, leaving me standing there in shock!

I slowly sat down, thinking about the whole thing. Maybe I slept with this woman and contracted some
strange sexually transmitted disease. I thought, uncovering the truth shouldn't be a big deal!

Looking back at the bedroom, Kelly had slipped away while I was on the phone. Damn it! I have a day off
tomorrow and nothing to do all day! How pathetic! ...

I walked into the bar, and oh my god! It wasn't much better than outside.

I ordered a rubbish, took a sip, and almost immediately spat it out: "What the hell is this?"

I muttered, examining the drink. This wasn't alcohol; it looked like dirty water used to wash toilets or dishes!

I waited with annoyance, until I was almost impatient, when a woman shuffled in.
My first impression of her was that of a streetwalker looking for another transaction, but I thought seeing her
was more comfortable than seeing this place!

The woman looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. The dim lighting in the bar made her waist-length
blonde hair appear reddish! Her skin also looked somewhat eerie. Her black tank top and jeans,
needless to say, took on a bleak hue!

"May I sit here?"

she asked softly as she approached. I nodded and
politely .

"What do you need?" I asked.

She sighed softly, reached into her purse, and took out cigarettes. I
tossed . She lit her cigarette and tossed it back.

After taking a few deep drags, she smoothed her hair, placed her hands on the back of the chair, leaned back, and then
slowly asked, "David! Tell me, how did your parents talk to you about your background?"

Good heavens! This woman dragged me to this godforsaken place, sprayed me with cigarette smoke, and is still interested in my past
! This, this, this… I really can't open up to her; we're just strangers,
but I don't want to be rude! What's even stranger is: why does she know me… She called
you last night! Idiot! " ...

Actually, it's nothing. My mother disappeared after giving birth to me. They couldn't possibly know much, and besides,
they really don't want me to mention her. I know they always wanted me to treat them as my biological parents, so
they didn't tell me I was adopted until I was twelve!"

"Sigh..." The woman sighed softly again, blowing smoke in my face. "Um... um... I
am your mother!"

I couldn't hold back any longer. "That's too much! You dragged me to this damn dirty bar, sprayed me
with the stench of smoke, and now you're saying this? That's too much!...Besides, I'm at least ten years older than you.
I don't want to listen to your bullshit anymore!"

I grabbed my coat from the chair to leave, but she quickly grabbed my wrist with a strength rarely seen in people
, so strong that I fell back down!

"Listen to me, David! I know it's hard for you to believe right now, but such an important matter can't be taken lightly."
"I'm telling you, if you're willing to listen carefully, I'll explain every detail clearly... If you're not willing to listen,
I can let you leave immediately, but you'll regret your wrong choice!"

I didn't want things to turn out that way, so I waved my hand to stop her from continuing... If she were older than me, she
might be my mother, but she's younger than me! ...This, this... I'd like to hear her explanation...

She released my wrist and sat back in her chair. I shook my hand and found that there were no red finger marks left,
only a chilling feeling!

She took another deep drag on her cigarette, and only then did I notice the fiery red light flashing from the cigarette butt as she inhaled, as if
flames were spewing from her mouth, which was frightening.

"First of all, first of all, let me tell you, my name is Jennifer."

I nodded, but in my heart, I doubted whether it was true or not.

"Back in 1978, I was a freshman in high school, an
age of confusion and longing for life, living life with boundless energy. I started going to crazy parties, squandering my youth, often
not returning home until after midnight. It wasn't until I found out I was pregnant with you that I was truly shocked. I was too
ignorant to let anyone know. I started quitting smoking and drinking, but I still wandered around. Later, as my belly
grew bigger, I had to drop out of school, and my father hired a tutor. During this time, I hooked
up with the tutor… and discovered why he only…"
She stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray, lit another, and, still terrified of her immense strength,
suppressed her anger and just yelled:

"Get to the point! You bitch!"

"When I was eight and a half months pregnant, my belly was huge. He told me we couldn't have sex anymore,
but he would use other methods to make me reach orgasm and satisfy my desires. It turned out he used his mouth and hands. Lying on the bed
staring at the ceiling, letting him roam over my body, I was in ecstasy, experiencing one orgasm after another, and I didn't know what
to do . He would only start kissing me when I was panting, gently biting my cheeks and neck. At first, I didn't
pay much attention, thinking he was just trying to leave a lip print and hurt me too much, making me scream. But he
would immediately comfort me, gently caressing and rubbing to arouse my lust, easily diverting my attention."

She took another deep drag on her cigarette, and while she did, I tried to gather my thoughts…

Good heavens! What is this? My mom is telling me about her sex life? What will happen next?
Will my tutor become my great-uncle? …But maybe Penthouse is interested in this kind of story
! As she blew smoke into my face again, I suddenly found her quite alluring, and
a desire to get closer and kiss her slowly ignited within me! ...Damn! ...What kind of thought is this? ...

"That night I was supposed to have European history class, but satisfying my lust through sexual games is always better than listening to
about World War I , right? So I eagerly awaited the night. But fate had other plans. Right after class, some
idiots I'd never seen before came to see me. He hurriedly left with them, leaving me alone to complain endlessly. My
mood plummeted, and I was listless and sickly the next day, feeling like I was about to die!"

"The next few days were the same, causing me endless worry. About four days later, that guy
resigned and left, which made me even more heartbroken. Not long after, I started vomiting, even vomiting blood, my eyes were sensitive to light, and I had
severe diarrhea. Luckily, when I was about to go into labor and the contractions started, my father took me to the hospital in time, ensuring my
safety !"

"Your condition improved a lot after you were born, and you were more comfortable. But after only a few days, you started vomiting
everything you , leaving nothing behind. You're extremely afraid of light, always feeling uncomfortable from its glare. You're overly sensitive; if someone gets too
close, even just making a face at me, it will terrify me."

She paused, staring silently at the cigarette in her hand until it was almost burned to her fingers before discarding it. Then she shook
the pack , took out the last cigarette, and lit it. I picked up the discarded pack and slowly, unconsciously, tore it to shreds.

"I couldn't sleep at night. During my precious sleep time, I just stared at the ceiling and let my mind wander. In
the end when the doctor came to check on me in the middle of the night, it actually made me jump up and bite his neck!"

This part caught my attention. I dropped the cigarette pack in horror. She smiled at me,
as if I were a freak! Actually, I was just listening intently.

"When the doctor lay there, lifeless, I couldn't think of anything else. The only thing that popped into my head was: he
looked so handsome! I bent down and licked his neck. When he stopped bleeding, I lay on the floor and licked
his blood. Even after I finished, I wasn't satisfied. I licked the blood off his shirt, even the blood that had spilled onto my hands. Finally,
I took off his hospital gown and ate every last drop of the blood that had soaked into it."

"After licking, I felt incredibly refreshed. Of course, I also realized that staying there was not a good idea, so I quickly grabbed
a few clothes and ran away! I don't understand how things turned out this way. The stupidest thing I did was just leave like that.
You can probably understand how frustrated I felt!"

I was still immersed in imagining her beautiful body as she tore off her hospital gown, and I couldn't quite process what she meant. I didn't realize she
wanted me to say something, so after a moment of hesitation, I said,

"You were probably turned into a vampire by your tutor, weren't you?"

"Absolutely right! For the next few days, I hid everywhere. You can imagine the sunburn and
unbearable thirst I endured. No matter what I tried to eat, I would immediately vomit. Later, I finally realized what I
needed was 'fresh blood.'"

"About a week later, I would drool at the mere smell of a person. If I could grab someone and suck on them,
it would be incredibly wonderful. I found a scoundrel in Central Park and slit his
throat with his own knife. Although he resisted fiercely, I was surprised to find that I, this weak woman, was much stronger than him
… He was a full 1.5 feet tall and weighed at least three times my weight… In other words, he had
a lot of fresh blood in his body! This operation kept me full for two weeks!"

At this moment, an indescribable feeling of helplessness and exhaustion washed over me. In other words, I was beginning to believe that
she was indeed my mother. I could find some similarities… When she flicked her cigarette ash, I also reached out my arm…
I reached out to compare, and found that both of us were so pale… After she flicked her cigarette ash, I immediately withdrew my hand.

“That’s how it all happened. Dad called the police to declare me dead and arranged for you to be adopted. Because of my
longing , I’ve been visiting various adoption agencies for the past few years. I finally found a family that would adopt
you, and last week I found your whereabouts. I’ve become even more interested in you, so I came here to secretly watch you. I
felt things needed to be clarified, so I made the call…”

Her words were interrupted by the bodyguard standing behind her chair.

He said loudly, “The bar is closed!”

She glanced at the bodyguard and said, “Why didn’t you say so sooner?”

“I was going to say it, but I heard you talking about a certain guy, and I didn’t want to interrupt, so…”

Jennifer rolled her eyes at him and stood up:

“Okay, let’s go, kid! Let’s find a hotel. I want to get some fresh air, and I also have so
much to tell you…”

Being called “kid” by someone who looked only fifteen years old made me a little uncomfortable, even though she was my
mother . However, I was more afraid that she would call me again and cause unnecessary trouble, so I picked up my coat and
walked with her to the door. At the same time, I hoped that she would say something like,

"By the way, child! Your father is Henry Kissinger." or something like that.

(2)

We took a taxi to a cheap hotel. Jennifer took off her clothes to take a shower, while I sat on the edge of the bed and
carefully thought about and sorted out what I had just heard.

These words solved many of my mysteries, such as: my light-sensitive eyes, my frequent vomiting, and my damn moral
standards . I don't know why my ideas and beliefs built up over twenty-three years could be completely changed by her words, but
really, things just happened so beautifully and obviously!

Oh my god! I really can't accept it!

But maybe I can use this as a topic to pick up girls, such as: "Hey, baby! Do you want
to see my coffin?"

or "Hey, baby! What's your blood type?"

Does this matter? Of course! I am AB positive, and I can eat any blood type! The bathroom door
opened , and Jennifer, amidst the swirling steam, reached for a towel from the table and went inside. Without closing the door, she began
drying herself, and I inevitably saw her naked body.

Her breasts were beautiful, full and firm, showing no signs of sagging. Her nipples
and areolas were somewhat pale, but against her paper-white skin, they stood out.

As she dried her hair, her breasts trembled, incredibly alluring, making me stare, almost
drooling . My gaze then moved downwards; her pubic hair, like her head, was a shimmering golden yellow. Her hips were
narrow like a man's, but her buttocks were perfectly round and beautiful!

Admiring her beautiful legs, her exquisite body, and the glimpses of her curves aroused my lust,
and my penis unconsciously hardened. But then a voice in my head reminded me: "She is my mother!"

This terrified me, leaving me helpless and unsure what to do. I could only turn on the television to watch.

It was 3:17 AM on Friday night, and there wasn't much programming left, just locked adult shows.
Frustrated, I
switched between two programs I'd never watched before: "The Most Satisfying Family" and "Shadow." Suddenly, the program showed naked people rolling around in bed having sex. I thought this would distract me
from my mother.

But it reminded me of my adoptive mother, about fifty years old, twenty pounds overweight, with only shriveled,
sagging breasts. Thinking of her, all my lust vanished.

Jennifer emerged from the bathroom wrapped only in a towel, watching the TV and saying, "This program is interesting!"

Then she tossed her clothes onto a chair. "Looks like you've been affected by vampire saliva, starting to change
your constitution, right?"

she said, rummaging through the pile of clothes until she found her panties…thin, small black silk.
She put them on, then cursed,

"Fuck it!"

before pulling them off. For a moment, I was torn between watching TV and watching her put on and take off her underwear. Nevertheless, I
complimented her, saying,

"Those underwear look great!"

She came over and sat down next to me on the bed.

"Alright! Now I should let you know something really interesting. Tell me, have you been
having strange desires lately?"

As she leaned in (the towel looked like it was about to slip off), she kissed me tightly. I tried to
speak , but she immediately thrust her tongue into my mouth, swirling and probing inside as if searching for something.

I froze, trying to push her away, but she held me tightly, continuing her probing.
Slowly relaxed and began to respond to her passionate kiss.

She licked me as she pushed me down onto the bed, clamping my hips between her legs. I don't know how long it lasted
before she straightened up, stopping the passionate kiss, and knelt on my lap, gazing at me as I lay on the bed.
The angle perfectly exposed her vulva, making me feel hot and aroused. To my
reaction, she responded with a charming, seductive smile.

She grabbed my clothes and easily tore them off, pulling me to kiss her parted, sexy
lips . Her nipples pressed hard against my chest. I... well, I... well, actually, couldn't
make any movement, because she was so strong. I was afraid—
what ?

She released me, and I immediately slumped back onto the bed. She leaned down to my crotch, and I had no idea what was going
to happen , so I could only wait and see. She grabbed my jeans, unbuttoned them, and used her teeth to pull down the zipper. She reached
down to my crotch and slowly pulled down my underwear. I could feel her breath on my penis, but it wasn't what
I had ever experienced before… her breath was colder than the air conditioning in the room.

Seeing her move her teeth closer to my penis sent chills down my spine and filled me with terror. When she moved up to kiss me
, my whole body tensed with fear, but as she kissed me, I slowly relaxed… nothing should
happen. She kissed my body inch by inch, until she reached my thighs and began to suckle my penis with her tongue.
Licking and curling my glans gave me an overwhelming sense of pleasure.

Then she swallowed the whole thing, moving it up and down, her tongue constantly licking and curling. I could clearly
feel her sharp teeth scraping against my skin as she slid up and down. This sensation filled me with both excitement
and terror. I wonder if you can understand my thoughts and feelings right now? My hands
involuntarily reached out and pulled her face to my face. We embraced and kissed, and she used her hips to rub and knead my penis. When
she swallowed my hot, hard penis with her wet labia like she was eating a burger, she couldn't help but
moan softly in a wanton way! Then she lay face down and hugged me, and I took a deep breath, raising my hips to match her
thrusting and rubbing. She twisted and writhed on top of me, her nipples rubbing against my chest, and she moved her mouth from mine
to my left ear, breathing softly, sending shivers of excitement through me!

I reached out and grasped her full breasts, gently rubbing her nipples with my thumbs. She gasped and moaned, her body
writhing me. My heart pounded with tension and excitement; I almost ejaculated.

Just as I felt myself about to climax, I gripped her tightly, spraying streams of hot semen into her
womb , mentally shouting,

"So good! So exciting! I fucked my mother! I fucked my mother!"

Less than two minutes later, she reached her climax too, thrusting rapidly and violently. She pressed her mouth tightly against my
neck, and I immediately felt a sharp pain, but in this crucial moment, who cared about such trivial
matters! When she panted and leaned over me again, I slowly calmed down and relaxed, only to find her
sucking my blood.

Ever since the thought of my mother surfaced, letting her suck my blood was less important than her lust!
Perhaps if I had considered this, I would have ruthlessly refused, because this change made me feel terrible—but that's hindsight
!

After she finished sucking me, she rolled off me and went into the bathroom. I lay on the bed, watching her buttocks sway back and forth with satisfaction,
relaxed pleasure! I reached down and touched my neck, feeling the still
damp blood; I hoped it wouldn't stain the sheets too much!

Lying quietly on the bed, as the wonderful passion of sex gradually subsided, I began to reflect on what had just
happened . I really did see my mother. I had never seen her before tonight, and what was even more astonishing was that she should be
forty years old, but she had the body of a teenage girl!

Not only that, she also drank my blood. But from another perspective, she needed blood, and I could
provide it . Besides, my body was a gift from her, so what did it matter if she drank a little?

This is the truth behind how I became a vampire…—My mother, who had been missing for twenty-three years, was a
vampire . She found me, seduced me, aroused my passion, and then drank my blood in return.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt my stomach growling with hunger! I stood up, picked up the towel Jennifer's "mother" had left on
the floor, and wiped the blood from my neck and chest. I was surprised to find that the wounds I'd expected to be excruciatingly painful
had already healed. I put on my underwear and trousers, zipping them up as I searched for my missing shirt .
When I found it, I discovered the front had been torn in half. I had
no choice but to put on my coat and walk out, cursing under my breath. It was dark outside, and the streets were deserted. I wandered aimlessly in the darkness, feeling utterly miserable. I desperately wanted to
punch someone to vent my anger. Even if my mother appeared now, I figured I'd still punch her without hesitation.
And everything that had happened, I didn't care at all.

A cold wind blew, chilling me to the bone. Even clutching my coat tightly
didn't help . The streetlights made me nervous and anxious. My sunglasses were probably left on the bed, or maybe my mother had already
stepped on them and broken them. I wanted to get away from the light as soon as possible, so I turned into an alley. The darkness of the alley made me feel
more comfortable, so I sat down to rest on an old crate.

After sitting for a while, I smelled a odor. After sniffing more closely, I realized it was a strong smell of sweat. I
hate sweat, but what did this smell mean? It meant someone was nearby! I was just looking for someone to make contact with,
and here it was, right under my nose! I prepared to make a "very cruel," "very
inhuman" contact with him!

The guy's voice gradually approached, as if he was humming a tune. I moved to the corner of the alley so
I could keep an eye on him when he appeared. The closer he got, the stronger the smell of sweat became. I grabbed a nearby water pipe, though I was so
nervous that I didn't even care that the pipe was only the length of a broken bottle. The guy got closer and closer, and then his
shadow . Without thinking twice, I rushed onto the sidewalk and stood in front of him, blocking his way!

The girl with him shouted, "Zhou!..."

and then screamed and ran away. (How did an extra girl appear? How come I didn't notice?)

I knocked the guy to the ground, turned him over to face me, and he tried to push me away, but I
held him firmly and quickly bit his throat! He struggled for only a few moments before his throat was crushed.
I lifted his head and slammed him onto the sidewalk; he died within seconds.

Finally, I could properly enjoy my prey, which made my chest burn with excitement. I opened my mouth wide and leaned down to his
neck , sucking his blood as much as I could. The hot blood feast made me feel full and satisfied, and I felt my face gradually
turning red. This feeling was wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!

I kept sucking until I was dry, and I didn't waste the blood that splattered on the side. I
tore open to suck up the blood, then squatted down and licked the blood off the shirt as much as possible.

The whole experience was unbelievable; the tension was even more thrilling than the first time I lied. Although
it was so unusual, I felt incredibly energetic for the first time!

I dropped my shirt, turned around, and walked back towards the hotel. I had so much to tell my mother!

《Part Two: Making Love with a Vampire》

My mother insisted I learn more about vampire culture. I didn't know vampires had a culture; before
this, I didn't even believe vampires existed.

But like all vampires, my vampire mother appeared, disregarded me, and did
everything . So now I'm one of them.

Frankly, if I could choose, I'd rather win the lottery than do this, but it's too late
. I can never go back to being a normal person!

I was publicly declared dead, rendering my credit cards unusable and plunging me into financial hardship. My mother lent me
money to buy clothes, even though my own clothes were torn or stained with blood that day.

The only place in the New York area open at night was unusually crowded that day.
I finally found a place selling vampire merchandise and bought the whole outfit, but annoyingly, it was all black—even my
underwear was black! This made me very uncomfortable, but my mother comforted me, saying I'd get used to it after a while.

One good thing was: one meal could keep me full for a week or even longer. You might have seen
in movies that vampires poke a pretty little hole to suck blood, but that's complete nonsense!

Everyone knows that to get blood to flow, you have to tear or bite a larger hole. When my mother bit me,
she was so careful and trembling, afraid of hurting me—that's not something ordinary techniques can achieve!

Another finding is that female vampires are more sexually active and can have sex whenever they want, while male
vampires are unable to get an erection when hungry, so they can't
have sex unless they've "eaten" blood. Mom told me that vampires' bodies basically rely on sucking blood into their blood vessels and then gradually
absorbing it as their own. I playfully said to Mom,

"So that's why they can't get an erection without sucking blood!"

Mom is clearly a sex maniac; she absolutely won't allow me to be alone with her, even when I can't get an erection at all
. She firmly believes that I don't need an erection to make her happy!

To be honest, I have a million reasons not to follow Mom around all day (I call her "Mom"
not because I really acknowledge her, but because it's her nickname, and it's easier to say than "Jennifer"). She must be forty
, but she looks only sixteen, and her actions and behavior are like a twelve-year-old girl whose
appearance . This is exactly what I dreamed of when I was a teenager… beautiful, with a
full , and willing to let me have my way with her… I finally found her and had her.

My mother is undeniably a great sex partner, but unfortunately, she lacks social experience.
So, while one-night stands are exciting, after a while, I really wish I could leave her to catch my breath!

My mother once told me about a vampire bar somewhere and its general layout. I wanted to experience it, unsure
if it would be helpful, but I wanted to make a breakthrough. Besides, I had recently had a good meal and had
some cash from that unfortunate man, so I hailed a taxi and headed straight to the "Vallad" bar.

My mother and I met in what was arguably the lowest-class bar I'd ever seen, but "Vallad"
looked like a bar at all!

A few cars were sparsely parked in the parking lot, and it was a makeshift warehouse made of planks. My mother had told me the details,
so I recognized it without any difficulty. Stepping out of the taxi,
I walked the sign was an old door, so old that even the knocker had worn out, but it opened easily.

The interior of "Vallad" wasn't as bad as it looked from the outside. Although the lighting was dim and gloomy,
everything was still clearly visible. This was the first time I'd encountered so many
people dressed in black since my grandfather's funeral when I was twelve.

Most of them (I guessed they were all vampires?) were gathered around the bar, sitting at tables, some
dancing , or doing other things. It was like a high-class bar, the only difference being that human bars didn't have so
many people drinking "Bloody Marys."

I didn't know what to do, so I went to the bar and sat down. The bartender, also a
vampire , asked what I wanted to drink. I asked,

"Do you have anything good to drink?"

"Yes! Can you drink liquids?"

I'd never noticed this before, so I just stared at him blankly.

"You're new here, right?"

"Yes, just joined about a week ago. Could you tell me what you mean by 'can I drink liquids'
?"

"Some vampires can drink liquids other than blood."

I secretly guessed that my mother must have been hanging out with rich guys and drinking their semen. The bartender seemed to sense my thoughts,
so he said,

"Actually, you can get used to many things very easily, and alcohol is one of them."

"Okay, then give me something lighter!"

∑Bao started rummaging around behind the bar, and I took the opportunity to look around. I saw a human girl sitting at a table.
She saw me and walked towards me.

"Sir, your drink."

∑Bao said, and I turned to take it—a tall wine glass filled with a dark red liquid, with a
bar spoon sticking out—and then I turned back to face the girl.

The girl was as beautiful as a model. She wasn't wearing black, so she stood out in the crowd.

She was wearing a red dress that was so short it barely covered anything, and with every movement, I
could clearly see most of her breasts. Judging from the scene, it seemed she was doing it on purpose—she
deliberately wanted me to see her breasts!

The girl walked to the stool next to me, sat down, and said, "Hi! My name is Amy." She extended her hand,
smiling slightly.

"I'm David,"

I replied, shaking her hand. Holding her warm hand again felt wonderful.
Vampires , or their environment, mostly maintain a temperature of around 90 degrees Fahrenheit, while normal people are
much hotter.

"What brings you here?" I asked. "Do you know this is a vampire's lair?"

Amy smiled slightly again and said,

"Humans often come here too. This place is like a singles bar. Vampires come here
to find food and sex partners, and people come here hoping the vampires will satisfy them."

These words greatly surprised me: "Why...why...why..." "

Vampire saliva is like an anesthetic, making people feel very pleasurable!
Ingesting is a truly pleasurable thing! Didn't you notice when you were biting me?"

"Um...um...um..."

I didn't know that. To be honest, when my mother told me the truth, my mind was in
complete chaos. Besides, when my mother bit me, I was practically a vampire already; my mother was just fulfilling that role.

Perhaps vampire saliva has no effect on vampires at all, that must be it!

"Trust me, it will make you feel like you're in heaven!"

Aimi said happily, turning her body so that the front of her clothes
was .

I've seen women's bodies quite often lately, but my mother has never teased or seduced
me like this. My mother always just takes off her clothes and immediately starts making love.

Maybe I should pick up this girl and try something new with her.

I took a sip of my drink; it tasted like blood mixed with whiskey. Since my stomach was empty,
it quickly made me feel nauseous. I hadn't expected this thing to be so potent. I immediately
put it on the table and asked,

"Aren't you afraid the vampire will bite you?"

"No! If I'm so afraid, wouldn't I be eliminating any chance
? You should know that vampires only have vampires that are hungry and vulnerable. If they're this hungry, they're in big trouble… their organs won't be working properly!" At this point

, Amy laughed again.

Hearing this, you, dear readers, should understand what this little girl wants, right? I wasn't sure if I was
interested , so I picked up my glass and took another sip.

Soon, my body started to change, feeling warm all over.

"Male vampires are generally...much more interesting than men,"

Amy said, leaning forward.

"I mean, aside from going out in the sun, vampires can do everything men can. Most
importantly you don't have to worry about many things. For example, they don't transmit diseases, and no matter how much you play,
you don't have to worry about getting pregnant."

Amy said, rubbing my thigh up and down with her foot.

Not knowing how to respond, I simply picked up my glass and downed it in one gulp... This little girl is a bit
difficult.

Ugh! What's going on? I won't lose anything; I'm already "sentenced to death."
Besides , she's much more fun and interesting than my mother! Thinking this, I stood up and said, "I'd
like to try it out. Do you want to join?"

Amy stood up and snuggled closer to me: "Sounds good, of course I can't miss it!"

Good heavens, look what reward I've received! ...

We hailed a taxi back to the hotel where my mother and I were staying. I knew my mother definitely wasn't there; I
knew . Without me around, she would definitely find someone else to relieve her itch, especially since she told me
she was "hungry." As

soon as we entered the room, before I even had time to close the door, Aimee grabbed my head and kissed me
deeply and forcefully, then passionately thrust her tongue into my mouth.

As soon as I opened my lips, Aimee seemed impatient to slip them inside, lingering and swirling, completely
immersed in the pleasure it brought.

For a long, long time, she kissed me while pulling me towards the bed, her body twisting and turning. Once we reached the edge of the bed, I
immediately pushed her away and took off my shirt. Last time, my mother had torn my shirt in half under similar circumstances; I
didn't want it to be torn again this time.

Aimee also used this opportunity to discard her purse, pull open her top, and expose her breasts.

Honestly, her figure was several times better than my mother's, but I didn't have time to pay attention to it because my
gaze was drawn to the numerous white scars, each about an inch in size, scattered across her body, even her breasts.

Just as I was about to examine these scars more closely, Aimi gave me no chance, immediately kissing me
and pulling me close, we falling onto the bed together, her on top of me.

I hate it when women take the initiative during sex, so I decided to change things up. I kicked off my shoes, reached out
and unzipped my pants, while the other hand began to caress her breasts. Aimi stopped kissing and let out a few soft moans.

Under my caresses, her nipples began to swell and harden, but I stopped immediately because her
skin was covered in scars and didn't feel smooth at all.

As soon as I stopped, Aimi sat up slightly, looking at me, then forcefully pulled down my pants, dragging
them down to my knees, and then my underwear. My penis sprang out, and only today did I notice for the first time how horribly pale

it had become . 　The pale penis didn't deter Aimei. Without hesitation, she reached out her delicate hand and grabbed it, beginning to rub and play with it. First, she played with it gently and slowly, then quickly began to stroke it. To be honest, Aimei's technique for playing with my penis was top-notch, making me feel incredibly comfortable and ecstatic, my whole body gradually relaxing. 　　I felt her lips touch my glans, and immediately reached out and gently pushed her away, saying, 　　"No, no, no, just use your hand..." 　　My mother often played with it with her mouth, especially since her teeth were sharp and pointed. To be honest , I was already tired of that method and wanted to try something different. 　　Aimei moved her head away and quickly grabbed it with her hand again. Before long, I felt all my muscles tense , probably close to orgasm. The stimulation made me arch my back and keep shaking my head. 　　Aimei slowly slowed down, finally gently holding my penis until I ejaculated. 　　Since becoming a vampire, I've only just noticed the difference in my orgasms. Just like I no longer need to breathe to survive, so I no longer experience shortness of breath or the feeling of suffocation. My ejaculation is also very different… Strangely, nothing came out of my penis… I can no longer produce semen! 　　Aimi seemed quite used to this situation, standing up without a care and removing her remaining clothes. 　　I was curious to see if her white scars covered her entire body. But before I could even begin to look, Aimi grabbed my shoulders and pulled me against her. 　　Okay, since that's the case, I'll take the initiative and have some fun! 　　First, I kissed her lips, then began gently moving my kisses around, finally giving her a brief, light kiss on the throat. 　　Aimi let out a soft moan, tilting her head back. Seeing her delicate appearance actually made me want to…

My gaze drifted down to her breasts, but the scars were utterly repulsive, so I only
kissed near her throat while caressing her smoother back.

Aimi moaned and twisted her body toward the headboard, then spread her legs wide in front of me—exactly
what I wanted. So I thrust in without hesitation.

After a few vigorous thrusts, Aimi reached out and pressed my head against her chest. Honestly, I did
n't like kissing her scars, but she seemed to enjoy it. I guessed I'd encountered a pervert
, so I began thrusting rapidly and violently, hoping to distract her.

This worked. Aimi released my head, wrapped one arm around my shoulder, and moved the other to
caress my chest.

Soon, we were both writhing wildly. Aimi writhed and moaned first, reaching
orgasm repeatedly, and I quickly followed suit. However, for some reason, I felt unsatisfied
.

It's obvious that Aimi experiences more orgasmic pleasure than I do. Perhaps I'm jealous of her for that, or perhaps I
resent her initiative, which is why I feel unsatisfied.

For the past few weeks, everything in my life has been completely controlled by my mother, which is why I crave something different. Maybe
I want to be in control, or maybe I'm just unwilling to be controlled by others—that's all.

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