Mmm... that smells delicious.
Anastasia's making meatloaf, the one dish she actually knows how to cook well.
My mother has plenty of good qualities... but cooking isn't one of them.
Then again, she's the most powerful leader in the vampire faction. It's not like she has much free time to work on her culinary skills.
And honestly, who cares if her cooking isn't restaurant-quality?
When she cooks wearing that apron that's completely open at the back — with nothing underneath — everything tastes better.
I lounge comfortably on the couch, enjoying the view.
My eyes are glued to her incredible ass peeking out from beneath the kitchen apron.
My mind, though, is already on tomorrow's outing with Emily.
Sure, it's not exactly a date.
I'm only supposed to walk her home. But I've already got a couple of detours in mind.
"My sweet little Darko, would you rather have potatoes on the side, or—"
Anastasia cuts herself off mid-sentence when she feels my hands grab her breasts from behind and my cock slide between her thighs.
God, those tits are the eighth wonder of the world.
So big and firm... I could spend all day just squeezing them.
"D-Darko... g-give me a second, I'm still finishing dinner..."
She asks me to wait, but her body seems to have a completely different idea.
She pushes her hips back, pressing her ass against my erection.
I lick her neck from her shoulder all the way up to her ear.
Then I gently nibble her earlobe, just the way she likes it.
"Aaaah..."
A sharp moan escapes her lips as I drive my cock into her wet pussy with one firm thrust.
I untie her apron at the back, letting it slide down her naked body.
Anastasia bends forward, arching her back.
The tip of her tongue peeks out between her parted lips, and her eyes nearly roll back in her head.
Panting, she moans and cries out my name as I fuck her.
Her nails dig into my thighs as she pulls me closer.
It's moments like this that make me thank every god in existence that Anastasia adopted me on that cold December night.
The night a clan of lycans wiped out my family four years ago.
I owe her my life, and I intend to do everything I can to repay her kindness.
"D-Darko...! Darko...! Come inside me, Darko...! I want all of it... ahhhh... I want it all inside me...!"
I grab her by the hips and thrust into her even harder and faster.
"Y-Yes, Darko... ahhhh... like that... just like that— Ahhhhhhhh!"
Warm drops of her release run down my thighs to my feet like a tiny stream.
A moment later, my own release joins hers, thick and white.
Anastasia suddenly turns toward me, and her tongue slips into my mouth.
She gives me a mischievous smile and wraps her fingers around my cock.
"I hope someone isn't already done..."
"Done? Please. We haven't even started."
A moment later, she's already lying face-down on the living room floor with me kneeling behind her.
I keep her hips raised as I pound my cock into her.
My right hand greedily squeezes one of her huge, firm tits, while my left hand is tangled in her thick burgundy hair.
I pull her head back just enough to admire the pleasure on her face.
I've never met a woman as cock-hungry as she is.
Seriously, if I don't fuck her at least once a day, she might actually start having withdrawal symptoms.
Sometimes I wonder how she used to satisfy her nymphomaniac urges before I became part of her life.
Then again, maybe it's better not to think about it too much.
I'd probably end up consumed by jealousy.
We fuck for hours on end.
We twist ourselves into positions so wild and intense they make the Kama Sutra look like a children's picture book.
We keep going for so long that we completely lose track of time.
One moment I'm on top of her, then we switch and she's bouncing on my cock, only to end up beneath me again.
The floor, the couch, the table... not a single corner of the house is spared from our unrestrained passion.
I come. She comes. Again and again.
Our mixed fluids spill all over the floor.
Seriously, it almost looks like it's raining inside the house.
From the living room, we move to the bathroom and start all over again.
The hot water from the shower mixes with the body wash.
The mixture runs over our naked, intertwined bodies, washing away the sweat and cum still dripping from her pussy and mouth.
By the time exhaustion finally wins out over pleasure, it's already late at night.
We take one last shower together, and this time, it really is just a shower.
Brrrrrrr...
The growl of my empty stomach echoes through the house.
"Mom, I'm heading out to grab something to eat. All that sex really worked up my appetite."
"If you can wait a little longer, the meatloaf will be ready soon. I told you to at least let me finish dinner..."
"Food isn't what I'm craving right now."
She gives me a faint, sinister smile.
"I see... Be careful, Darko. Watch out for lycans — and especially Monster Hunters."