Madeline's pussy hovered over his cock, juices dripping freely onto his shaft. Her eyes were full of hunger and lust, watching him as though he were a feast laid out just for her.

The look alone made his cock throb harder than before.

"See? Who's impatient now?" he smirked.

"And whose fault is that?" she shot back with a wicked smile.

Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and, inch by inch, she lowered herself until her slick heat swallowed him whole.

Seamus groaned as the tightness engulfed him.

Her cunt was still slick from his earlier release, their mixed fluids dripping down his length, but even so, she squeezed him, the inner muscles flexing as if she had full control over them.

"Ngghh~ so good…"

Madeline's head tipped back, hands braced on his stomach while she rode him in slow, teasing motions.

Her hips stopped their bouncing and began to draw slow circles.

The shift in movement made his breath catch; instead of hard thrusts, he felt her warmth gliding and rolling around him, milking him with every smooth rotation.

Seamus hissed at the new sensation, his hands clamping around her waist so he could follow her circles, matching her rhythm.

"Mhhhm, is it good? Do you like it?" she whispered against his ear, biting his neck and leaving hot, stinging love bites.

He chuckled, eyes half-lidded. "Yeah… but I need it faster."

His hands slid down to her hips and he began lifting and lowering her ass, setting a quicker pace.

She met him eagerly, grinding her body against him with each rise and fall.

Her stiff nipples dragged against his chest, her clit rubbed against his lower abdomen, and every motion wrung a higher moan from her throat.

"AHHH~ AMAZING… I CAN FEEL YOUR COCK PULSATING! HNGG…"

Madeline's voice broke into moans, her body trembling as his thick penis drove into her, shaping her tight hole as though it belonged to him alone as he fastened his movement.

"OHHH!! HNNN~ YOU'RE MAKING ME INSANE!" Her breath came ragged, gasps turning into whimpers.

The climax built faster than she expected, her body weakening even as she fought for control.

Seamus shifted upright to a seated position, thrusting up to match her pace and keep her riding hard.

"AHHH! SEAMUSS!!!" Madeline clung to his neck, pressing his face deep into her breasts.

He took full advantage, suckling her pink nipples, teasing them with his teeth until her eyes flew wide and a jolt of pleasure rocked her.

Her pussy convulsed violently, gripping his cock in hard, rhythmic spasms. She stiffened, nails biting into his skin, a ragged sound tearing from her throat.

Her thighs locked around his hips as tremors rolled through her core, she was right at the edge.

"HNGGG CUMM!! CUMINGGGG!!!" she screamed.

Her release hit like a storm; a gush of warm liquid spilled over the bed and their bodies as her face twisted with bliss.

Her inner walls clamped and fluttered around him, making Seamus groan as his own climax surged close.

But it wasn't enough yet.

With a growl, he shoved her down, rolling her onto her hands and knees.

His cock never left her, staying buried as he shifted them into a deep, needy doggy position, ready to take her again from behind.

Her body was still trembling from the last climax, shivers running down her spine while her muscles quivered with lingering pleasure.

Seamus caught her arms and drew them back toward him, arching her spine until her ass pressed tighter against his hips, forcing his cock even deeper inside her.

"Ugh… hnnn~ Seamus…" Her voice had thinned to a needy whimper, surrendering herself to whatever he wanted to do to her.

He smirked and started moving again, his thrusts a blur, each one driving deep.

Their mixed fluids splashed with every movement, the bedframe creaking to the rhythm of wet, slapping sounds.

"Hahh… can't believe you're already this weak," he murmured as he speared her hard, watching her shudder.

"Isn't your vitality supposed to be stronger than mine?"

Madeline only answered with a broken gasp, "Mnnnhh~" her brain short-circuited under the relentless pleasure.

Her oversensitive, freshly climaxed pussy felt almost painfully good, and every drag of his shaft sent another jolt up her spine.

Seamus felt it too, the nonstop gripping and twitching of her hole making his own restraint slip as he hammered her cervix again and again.

She choked on her breath, body going rigid. "CUMM!! AGAIINNNHHH!!!"

Without warning she squirted like a fountain, eyes rolling back as liquid splashed over their thighs and the sheets.

She would have collapsed if his hands hadn't still been holding her arms, grinding her back onto him while he groaned at the furious fluttering around his cock.

"I'm gonna pour it all inside you…" He growled against her ear, finally letting go.

Hot pulses flooded her as he came, emptying himself until nothing was left. When he slid out, a thick stream of white spilled from her used cunt.

She collapsed onto the bed, boneless, and he dropped beside her, both of them panting, sweat running down their skin in thin rivulets.

Madeline turned her head toward him slowly, eyes still dazed but a small, wicked smile on her lips.

"We need to do this more often."

Seamus blinked at her words, stunned for a heartbeat before laughing. "I can't believe you kept refusing me… and now you're shamelessly asking this."

She rolled her eyes. "I was busy, you know?"

"What did you even do? You just read books and have tea time. That's all you do every time I visit you." He turned onto his back, staring at the ceiling. "What is it with vampires and their obsession with sex?"

Madeline's expression turned contemplative. "We live a long time. All the hobbies we used to love stop giving us any thrill—except sex… and maybe love, if we ever find it. That's why Viviane is so crazy about you."

"Oh, you're talking about her now?" His brow furrowed.

He'd been trying to bury the pain of losing Viviane, and hearing her name made something twist inside him.

"And why don't you punish Isolde for what she did to her?"

"Punishing Isolde won't solve anything. It might give you a moment of satisfaction, but it won't fix Viviane. She's just… too broken."

Madeline kept her gaze on the ceiling. "Do you remember the pact I made with her?"

"Yeah. Isn't it about you helping her with House Hesse?"

"Not exactly. I gave her the idea, yes, but our agreement was to protect you. That's it."

Seamus went quiet. A heavy ache throbbed in his chest, a guilty weight he couldn't shake.

"Why are you telling me this now?" His voice trembled a little. "You wouldn't answer me before."

"Because you were in pain, Seamus. You still are." Her eyes shifted to him at last.

"The guilt you carry would have been too much then. But you're steadier now. You can handle the truth."

He didn't know what to say. It felt like he'd swallowed a meteorite that wouldn't go down.

Madeline suddenly sat up and gestured for him to do the same. A snake-shaped tattoo unfurled across her arm, slithering over her skin.

She caught his hand and pressed it to her arm; the snake slid onto him, coiling against his flesh. His eyes widened.

"What? What is this?"

"My eyes. My wisdom," she smirked. "When you activate it, you can hear my voice—and I can see whatever you see."

[Wisdom of the Serpent: When activated, allows telepathic communication with Madeline (the Emblem of Enigma of Velstrath). In certain situations, she can channel protective skills through it.]

Seamus stared at the snake wriggling and hissing softly in his palm. For the first time in a long while, he felt he truly had an ally at his side.

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Morning crept in. Seamus hurried back to his room; he still had morning classes. A normal student by day, vampire hunter by night, what a life.

But as he came down the stairs, he found Andrew already waiting. He tried to slip past, but was too slow.

"I'll drive you to school," his father said flatly.

"No, thank you. Isolde gave me a car, and I need to drive with Diane—"

"No. You're coming with me." Andrew's tone was strange: serious, his posture stiff, and for once there was no smell of alcohol.

Before Seamus could reply, another voice cut in from behind. "Why don't you go with your father, Seamus? You two rarely spend time together, right?"

It was Isolde. She stood there smiling as always, but Andrew's shoulders went rigid. She stepped closer and offered Seamus a necklace strung with a beautiful, multicolored crystal.

"For you," she murmured, leaning in. "There's a fragment of Viviane's Vitalis Core inside. If you meet a vampire resonating with the same energy, it will alert you."

Seamus didn't move even until Isolde was gone, he wanted to asked her why now? Why not from two weeks ago when he went berserk and hunted scavengers?

'Is it because of the Raven?'

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