MY SUGAR MUMMY IS A BEAUTIFUL VAMPIRE

Rose couldn't hold back a sound somewhere between a squeal of surprise and a moan of absolute pleasure. She didn't care anymore, she just wanted to reach the peak. "Do it! Give it to me!"

Blake was eager to oblige, and he grabbed one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked hard, feeling the eruption rapidly approaching. He couldn't speak, but when he made his final thrust he nearly blacked out from the intense bliss that descended upon him.

Rose froze with her hips almost glued to his, feeling the semen rush out of his cock. Her own climax arrived at that very second, leaving her nearly delirious as secretions gushed out of her sex and dripping down the merchant's legs.

She sat on top of him, eyes rolling back and tongue hanging out as her body shivered and spasmed as the orgasm surged through every part of her.

They both gasped for air as their climaxes ran their course. Blake collapsed against the blankets, smiling sheepishly. "That... that was amazing."

Rose watched him, smiling gently as she reached down and touched his face. "You've paid some part of your debt. Let's see how far you last in the next one,"

Blake blinked, feeling fatigued from the long day and the intense lovemaking. "Next one?... I think I need to sleep,"

Rose nodded, getting off him slowly, his now limp member sliding out of her pussy and slapping against his skin. Cracking her neck, she took a deep breath.

"Sleep. I'll keep watch and make sure nothing bothers us." She looked back at him. "You really are insane for doing this, Mr Shelton," Rose still couldn't believe he still stuck with her even after knowing all her truth.

Blake shook his head, closing his eyes. "No, I... I am in love..."

***

Blake opened his eyes slowly, feeling the stinging light of the morning sun irritate his eyes and pounding head. Groaning quietly he sat up, bringing a hand to his temple to massage it. He did look down at his body, finding himself dressed once more. For a few shaky moments he believed that last night had been a dream, but that illusion was dispelled when he heard a voice from nearby.

"Good morning, Mr. Shelton. You sure took your sweet time," Rose greeted with a playful smirk. She leaned over, presenting a tray laden with a steaming cup of coffee, its rich aroma filling the air. Alongside the coffee, there were neatly arranged breakfast items – a flaky croissant, a bowl of fresh fruit, and a small assortment of pastries.

"Drink, we'll get you back some of the lost energy," she added, her smile inviting as she gestured toward the tempting spread.

"Can you feel your hips?" Evidently, she took delight in being the stronger one of them. Everything about her screamed dominant and Blake now with more knowledge understood why.

He in particular didn't want to change her. Their relationship wasn't abusive in any way at all. He felt safe and loved with her. Odd to think that she could snap his neck or drain him of his blood anytime she wanted but yet chose to fight for him and put all she spent centuries working for on the line.

The more he learnt about Rose, the deeper his feelings grew for her.

As for her domineering attitude, he was cool with it.

'If I had the same powers as her, I'd also push my weight around. But she's different, she does it with care. And she looks the most happy now,' Blake thought as he watched her tactfully retreat away from the ray of the sun.

Blake blushed and gave a nod, his gaze drawn to Rose. Her ponytail was neatly secured, revealing the graceful curve of her neck. The sundress she wore adorned her with a playful charm. It featured a floral pattern, with vibrant hues intertwining on the fabric like a garden in full bloom.

Near the dressing mirror, Rose checked herself out with a mix of satisfaction and a hint of mischief in her eyes. She conspicuously swayed the sundress around, the fabric dancing around her form, as if inviting a subtle seduction in the morning light.

Rose, aware of Blake's gaze, skillfully utilized the dressing mirror to sneak teasing glances at him. As she swayed the sundress around, the mirror became her accomplice, reflecting his appreciative expression. Blake, unable to resist her charms, found himself captivated by the playful dance of the floral-patterned fabric.

He watched as Rose hummed happy tunes, each note seemingly a magnetic pull on his attention. The mirror served as a clandestine connection between them, amplifying the allure of the moment.

But there was something behind her eyes that had not been there before. "So... that happened? I... I wasn't having a fever-dream?"

Rose smirked. "If that was a dream, I doubt my muscles would be a little strained this morning. Yes, it happened. You now have yourself a story to tell your friends!!"

"You know I don't have any friends," Blake mentioned and immediately his mind trailed off to Sally Williams, the lady he had ran into at the shopping mall who kissed him.

He didn't want to bring her name up again because that clearly upset Rose. But it was strange that she completely disappeared in general! No social media or contacts he had could reach her. He stopped trying though as he though knowing it would feel somehow if he found out Rose was actively seeking out someone else other than himself.

It was only fair to give the same energy if he wanted to receive it as well.

Rose was quiet for a few moments, watching him with intense eyes. When she spoke again, a light tenderness in her voice was thick in her words. "Well... you, my silly man, said you wanted to know the full extent of my powers, right? I still think you're crazy, but..." She smirked, her cheeks faintly flushed. "We still have time until the reconstruction is done..

Perhaps you'll be able see all the parts of me,"

He swallowed hard, and felt a distinct stirring in his loins from her comments, his face scarlet. "It... it's going to be a long day."

Rose stood up and drew the blinds close, already Blake noticed the window had been fixed. Was he that deep asleep to notice?

Rose leaned in, grasping his chin. "Nothing says we can't take breaks. And besides, it's been a while since I went the distance. Want to make a bet?" Rose asked.

Blake watched her, and after a moment's hesitation, he leaned in to kiss her tenderly. When they parted he smiled sheepishly. "I'm a gambler, remember? What's your bet?"

Rose grinned and let out a cackle, pushing his arms aside and leaning over him. "Now you've got the idea." She reached down into his pants and grabbed his now stiff shaft, stroking it gently. "We have plenty of time... Let's see who clocks out" She kissed him again, and in that moment Blake knew. He knew, he had awoken the true monster in Rose.

Not the one with fangs and claws. No, far from that.

This one came assaulting him with love and affection.