Seamus drove into Diane with relentless speed, his hips snapping forward until his movements blurred.

His cock glistened with her slick, every thrust making her red hair bounce wildly.

Her breath hitched, her voice breaking into soft whimpers as she struggled to hold herself, her only support the grip of his hands locking around hers.

"AHHH! OHHH, SEAMUS!"

Her scream tore through the room when his tip found her G-spot again, pounding it over and over as if determined to make her lose herself completely.

She couldn't even tell how long it had been. Time itself had melted into the rhythm of his thrusts: the slap of skin, the trembling of her legs, the heat pooling in her cunt.

"Ahhh, your insides feel so amazing, you know?"

He hissed through his teeth, thrusting deeper until the head of his cock kissed her womb. The impact made her convulse, her body arching helplessly.

"CUMMINGGHHH!!!"

Her release came hard and messy, spilling out of her like a sudden wave, wetting the sheets beneath them.

Seamus groaned, loosening his grip on her hands as she collapsed forward, boneless.

He followed, pressing her down into the mattress, his body heavy and hot against hers. His breath grazed her ear as he whispered, voice low and rough,

"Fuck… your pussy keeps gripping me so tight. Do you love being fucked by me that much?"

Her body shuddered. She loved it when he talked like that. When his words dripped filth and dominance, when he degraded her and made her melt all the same.

"Yeshh… fuck me more, please."

"Good," he muttered with a grin, "'cause I will."

In one swift motion, he lifted her easily, her small frame weightless in his arms despite the cursed bracelet still clinging to his wrist.

"Seamus! What are you doing?"

She gasped, but her protest broke into a moan as her overstimulated body trembled again. It feel good as she close her eyes to enjoy it.

He carried her toward the tall body mirror nearby, his cock still buried deep inside her, their joined bodies dripping with evidence of how many times he'd already made her cum.

Stopping before the mirror, he looked at their reflection with a dark smile, admiring the sight: the sweat, the red marks, the mess.

Then his voice came low and commanding, right against her ear:

"Open your eyes, Diane and see how messy you are."

Diane's eyes fluttered open, then snapped wide in shock. She looked down at herself: at the body that no longer felt like her own.

Her skin burned hot, her breasts perked beautifully, nipples hardened and reddened from his bites.

Her pussy was stretched full with his veiny cock, buried deep inside her, the flesh flushed pink from how hard he pistoned into her.

Her juices dripped endlessly, obscene and wet, like she'd become nothing but a slut.

But what caught her most was her face. Her beautiful face: now flushed, messy, damp hair clinging to her cheeks, eyes hazy and lost in pleasure.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Seamus murmured behind her, voice low and rough.

"Look at how my cock's thrusting deep inside you… and how you keep sucking me in deeper."

He started moving again, pushing his shaft inside her with full force, and her body betrayed her, moans spilling out before she could stop them.

"Oh! Ahhh!!! No! Don't!" she cried, covering her face in embarrassment.

Seeing how slutty she looked was bad enough but looking at him move inside her from her reflection?

No way. It was too much.

"Seamus!!! Nnngghh~"

But he didn't stop. He bit her ear and growled, "You know you tightened the moment you saw yourself in the mirror."

"You like this, Diane. Open your eyes and accept yourself."

Her body trembled as his words sank in. Her pussy clenched around him again, tighter, and he groaned—losing control.

This woman was too much of a masochist for him not to want to breed her.

A pity vampires couldn't get pregnant.

Seamus thrust faster, harder, their bodies slapping together, echoing through the room.

The mirror before them was fogged and slick with her nectar, every movement reflected vividly back at them.

"Ahhh! Hahhh~ Seamus!!! No, this-this is too much hnngg."

Diane's hands covered her face, but through her fingers she could still see her reflection. How his cock swelled inside her, how her body trembled from every thrust. It was hot.

Her stomach fluttered at the sight of herself, at the raw hunger on Seamus's face as he grunted in pleasure.

"Fuck! I'm coming inside you, Diane!"

Seamus gritted his teeth, lifted her body, and spilled his load deep inside her. The thick warmth filled her womb, her own climax crashing over her at the same time.

Too weak to scream, she simply stared at the mirror, watching the thick white liquid overflow, dripping down her thighs like a fountain as her pussy remained stuffed full of him.

A slow, dazed smile curved her lips.

'Ah… I really am a total slut now,' she thought, trying to steady her breath.

Diane tilted her head slightly, her lips brushing Seamus' neck before her fangs sank in deep.

A low moan escaped her as she drank, the metallic sweetness flooding her senses.

His blood was intoxicating. She sucked until her body trembled from pleasure and exhaustion, then went limp in his arms, fainting against his chest.

***

Seamus lay back against the sheets, the air still heavy with heat. Diane's body rested atop his, her pale skin slick with sweat and his blood glistening faintly at the corner of her lips.

She had only drunk from him once, too busy fucking.

Still, she hadn't evolved.

'Does she need some kind of trigger?' he thought, brushing a stray lock of hair from her flushed face.

He remembered Viviane, the fury that had ignited in her eyes the moment she'd discovered his affair with Isolde within the dream realm.

The way that rage had pushed her to evolve instantly. Perhaps Diane needed that same spark, a violent emotion, a reason to awaken.

Though, for now, it was only a theory.

A small smirk touched his lips as a familiar chime echoed in his mind.

[Ding!]

[You gained +1,500 EXP]

[Level Up!]

[Lv. 39 → Lv. 40]

[Attributes Updated:]

[Sanguine Vein: 3,350 → 3,500]

[ATK: 620 → 720 | DEF: 590 → 690 | SPD: 630 → 730 | STR: 610 → 710 | CHA: 630 → 530 | VIT: 620 → 720]

[Diane Affection +15]

[Diane Lust +15]

[Don't forget to check your Harem List!]

Seamus exhaled slowly, amused. 'Ten more levels to the next evolution. Not bad.'

Still, the "Harem List" remark made his brow twitch. He opened it anyway, curiosity winning over irritation.

The entry about Roanna caught his attention and annoyed him further. She was still in her third stage of evolution, below Isolde's level.

The gap between them was vast; Isolde could crush her without breaking a sweat.

But Roanna's power…

Before he could think further, the tattoo on his arm pulsed, a faint crimson glow seeping from it. A familiar, taunting voice slithered into his mind.

'Done rutting yet? Or are you planning to drain the whole bed dry before checking what's happening in Bork Town?'

Madeline's voice was cool, sardonic as amusement dripping from every word.

Seamus groaned. 'You really know how to ruin afterglow, don't you?'

'Someone has to keep you from getting too distracted by your lower instincts.'

Her tone sharpened, carrying that smug, knowing edge he'd grown used to.

'Do you even realize how much chaos you've left behind?'

He sighed, massaging his temple. 'What can I do? I'm not about to beg Isolde for help. She could've stopped it easily, but she didn't. So what the hell is she planning?'

There was a pause, long enough for him to know she was choosing her words carefully.

Either she knew and refused to tell him… or she didn't know at all.

Seamus chuckled humorlessly. 'And here I thought the 'Emblem of Enigma' would be a little more useful. Does that title even mean anything, or was it just for show?'

Her voice dropped, velvet over steel. 'Watch your tongue, boy.'

He smirked. 'Did I hit a nerve? You can't even destroy this bracelet!'

'I could unmake your soul for less.'

A beat of silence followed, then her tone softened into something colder, measured.

'And I know how to destroy that bracelet, but I won't help you just yet.'

The golden light around his tattoo pulsed again as her voice deepened.

'I have a mission for you, Seamus.'

He arched an eyebrow. 'A mission?'

'Yes...You need to return to Corvane… and find their Emblem of Enigma.'

"Are you insane? Do you even know how insane they are?!" Seamus's voice rose. "Oh wait, of course you do, you've been watching my every damn move!"

'Shut your mouth for a moment,' Madeline snapped. 'This is important if you ever want to use my power properly.'

'I can't punish them while the Emblem of Enigma still lives. My authority is bound until that balance is broken. And he is still alive. Hidden somewhere within the Corvane mansion.'

'You need to find him immediately, Seamus. Before the corruption within Corvane spreads beyond control.'

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