Madeline rolled her hips again, grinding her pussy along Seamus’ cock, slow enough to tease but firm enough to make both of them breathe harder.
The slick warmth built each time her clit brushed against him, and her low moans vibrated through her body as her breasts bounced with every controlled move.
"Ahhnnn, hahhh ahh!"
The way her wetness coated him made his cock twitch against her.
"Madeline, just put it in already," he groaned.
His fingers curled tight around the sheets as she dragged the head of his cock along her folds, keeping him trapped between impatience and pleasure.
"Hnnn. Calm down, boy. I’m making it nice and slippery for you."
Her voice shook with need, sweat gathering along her temple as she kept grinding, letting the heat grow thicker between them.
She finally closed her hand around him and angled his cock right at her entrance. She sank down slowly, inch by inch, letting the stretch spread through her until her thighs trembled. A soft gasp escaped her when he filled her fully.
"Ahhh, you’re still thick as usual."
"Aha."
He hissed at the tight heat around him, both hands gripping her waist as if he needed the anchor.
Madeline planted her palms on his chest and began to move, rolling her hips forward and back, pressing him deep inside.
Each thrust sent a pulse up her spine, his cock hitting her G-spot hard enough to make her arch.
She leaned forward and her tits grazed his chest, her breath hot against his neck.
"Ohhh, hnnnggh~ You’re so full inside me, Seamus," she moaned, voice breaking when another wave of pleasure rushed through her.
Her pussy squeezed around him, rhythmic and strong, and it made him lose whatever patience he had left.
His hands slid up and down her waist, guiding her movements, pulling her down to meet his thrusts.
Their bodies moved together faster, their breaths tangled, the bed creaking under them.
He sat up suddenly and wrapped an arm around her back. The shift made his cock hit deeper, sharper.
"Hahhh!! Oh God! Aahhhhnnn!"
Madeline gasped and grabbed his shoulders, her nails leaving faint marks as she rode him harder.
"Seamus, wait, ahh, right there. Hit that more, boy, ahhh, hnnn~ it feels so gooddhh!"
"I know," he muttered, pulling her hips down to take every inch of him again.
Her legs trembled from the pace, so he flipped them, pressing her onto her back without sliding out.
She let out a surprised moan as he pushed her thighs open and thrust back in, deeper than before. Her body jerked with every stroke, her hands flying to his arms, gripping tight.
He fucked her with steady force, hips snapping forward, her pussy clenching around him in desperate pulses.
"Seamus! Ahhh, harder! Don’t stop! Hnnn~" Her voice broke, her whole body tightening as her hands wrapped around his neck.
"I will, fuck, your pussy milking me dry," he growled, feeling her walls flutter hard around him.
"YEESHHH!!! FUHHN! COMMINGG!!! SEAMUS!"
Her orgasm hit first, sharp and overwhelming, her back arching as she cried out his name.
The way she squeezed him dragged his own release out of him. He thrust once, twice, then spilled inside her, groaning into her neck as his body shook.
Tonight, he wanted to cum as much as he could, so no reason to hold anymore.
Madeline trembled beneath him, breathless and warm, her legs still wrapped weakly around his waist.
"Good boy," she whispered, voice lazy with satisfaction. "Now don’t move. I want to feel every drop."
Seamus laughed under his breath, still catching air. "Damn, so you are the perverted one."
"And you love it," she murmured, pulling him closer as their heartbeats slowly settled together.
He lay on her body for a while, loving the way her breasts became a perfect pillow for his head.
Her skin was still warm beneath him, faintly scented with sweat jasmine and something unmistakably hers.
The quiet stretched comfortably between them, broken only by the crackle of the fireplace and the distant wind brushing against the windows.
Madeline played with his dark hair, her fingers slow and absent-minded, tracing lazy patterns against his scalp.
"We will go back tomorrow," she said. "And in exchange, some vampires from Rowani will join."
"Hmm..." he murmured, shifting slightly before lifting his head.
His mouth closed around her peak, licking the hardened nipple before biting down just enough to make her breath hitch.
She whimpered, but her hand slid to his head, forcing him to look at her. Her expression sharpened.
"You won’t go back now, will you?"
"You’re the one who can see the future," he replied calmly. "You tell me."
She rolled her eyes. "I already told you. I can’t see something trivial like that."
Madeline studied him for a long moment, her usual teasing fading. There was calculation in her gaze now, something heavy beneath it.
"I will come with you."
"Huh?" He lifted his body slightly. "So you can see my future after all." He sighed, half amused, half resigned.
After spending time with Maria, Seamus had gone to Doctor Ben and asked about vampire revival.
Ben’s surprise had been obvious, followed by suspicion. A human asking how to resurrect a vampire was never a simple matter. Questions followed. Many of them.
But once Seamus’ identity became clear, Ben only nodded and produced an invitation.
"A party will be held tomorrow night," Ben had said. "Doctors from Caduceus will perform their research."
"Oh? A secret meeting?"
"Not exactly," Ben replied. "More like a closed event. Only those connected to Caduceus know about it. Vampires are welcome."
He leaned closer. "Important people will be there. This is about selling techniques, products, and methods useful to vampires."
Now, back in bed, Madeline shrugged. "Not really. I heard Bianca will be there too, so I knew you’d come eventually."
Seamus chuckled. "I won’t be together with her." He glanced at Madeline. "And fine. You can be my plus one, if you want to protect me."
"Protect?" she mused. "Maybe. Attack? No. If something happens, the best I can do is teleport you back here."
"Good enough for me."
He sat up, spreading her legs again with a grin, clearly not done with their fun yet.
"Should we continue now?"