"I fucking hate Canada."
Selene sat at the kitchen table, the dim light from outside casting a grayish hue over the room as snow piled up against the window. The twins' preschool forms were scattered in front of her, her hand moving slowly as she filled them out. Her mind, however, was miles away, tangled in worries she could never voice aloud.
It had been four years since they had retreated to this modest house in the Canadian suburbs, the snow-covered streets quiet and unassuming. It was a life she never imagined for herself—mundane, ordinary, hiding in plain sight. Both she and Victor had learned to channel their power, to conceal their true natures. No claws, no fangs, just two parents with normal blue eyes, living an unremarkable life. For the sake of their children, they had to blend in.
Dante and Delilah were everything to her, but they were also a constant source of fear. Dante, with his sweet disposition and gentle heart, reminded her of what they could lose. Delilah, on the other hand, made Selene's blood run cold at times. There was a darkness in her, a cruel streak that worried them both. The way she tormented small animals, the way she abused her brother when she thought no one was looking... It terrified Selene more than any threat they had ever faced.
And now, she was about to send them to school. School. Away from her watchful eye. It felt wrong—her instincts screamed at her not to let them out of her sight. Laura could handle herself; she had proven that time and again. But the twins… They were too small, too unpredictable.
She sighed, dropping the pen and burying her face in her hands.
Magritte, who had been leaning against the counter, silently offered her a cigarette. Without hesitation, Selene took it, inhaling deeply as the familiar burn calmed her nerves. "We'll have to start rolling our own soon," Magritte mused, lighting one for herself. "That bank account's looking pretty thin these days."
Selene exhaled slowly, the smoke curling in the air. "I know," she muttered, her voice muffled by her hands. She felt the weight of everything pressing down on her—money running out, their hidden life, the fear for her children. "I just... I don't know if I can let them go. What if something happens? They don't listen. Especially Delilah—if she lashes out, if someone sees…"
Magritte's expression softened, though there was little comfort in her eyes. "You can't protect them forever, Selene. They'll have to face the world eventually."
Selene nodded, but the knot of dread in her chest only tightened. "I just don't know if they're ready. If I'm ready."
The snow continued to fall, silent and unrelenting, as Selene's fears weighed heavy on her heart.
"Yo Vic, boss wants to see you!" Victor heard as he chopped more wood, sweating as he looked over. He waved, swinging the axe down once more and leaving it stuck in the wood before heading over to the main tents.
"You wanted to see me boss?" Victor asked, stepping in and looking at the younger looking man. Soft hands, he'd never been outside before.
He smelled of prey, and prey were perfect to…
Victor let the thought trail off. He wasn't a beast, he wasn't a vampire, he was just a hard working father who chopped wood in the mornings and ran his security team in the evenings.
The only one who hadn't stayed was Wade, and that's because the merc had bigger problems to deal with. Thanos had come for him a few weeks after they'd moved to Canada, and he'd instantly left.
He hadn't seen his friend since…
"You're Victor? Victor Creed?" The man asked, looking him up and down. "It's come to my attention you're the hardest working guy I have, I'd like to come over tonight for dinner and discuss having you on the management team. It's a salary job and I'll start you off at $70,000, what do you say?"
Victor smiled awkwardly, keeping his persona up. Security barely paid him and his friends anything, just enough to pay for the house and buy the kids the necessities.
70,000… It was way less than he used to make, but it was a more livable wage. He could buy a new car rather than that damn minivan…
"I'd love to have you over Sir," He said, smiling as he decided. Sure he wanted what was best for his family, but he also wanted to quit doing such labor for low wages.
He texted Magritte to make a big dinner, warning Selene that his human boss was coming over.
"Human?"
"Yes ma'am. He said human."
Selene cursed deeply under her breath, quiet enough that the twins couldn't hear. "Okay. Thank you Magritte. Take out…." Selene checked her bank account on her phone and scowled. "Uh…fuck I don't know. Go to the store and make whatever is good with $80."
There was a pause on the phone, as the witch snorted. "Feeding 7 people a fine meal on $80?"
"Yes well. It is what it is. We just have to pretend to eat anyways. Get it done."
She hung up and looked in the rear view mirror. Dante was busy being tormented by Delilah, who very much had her fangs out and was threatening to bite digits off and call him a "Fingerless Fuck."
"Language. Claws. Language and claws!" Their mother hissed as she exited the vehicle and went to unbuckle them from their car seats.
"But mommy It's dumb! You say we shouldn't be afraid of what we are an—"
"I know. I know I know. It's just you don't want to scare your new friends." She corrected her daughter, smoothing back the little girls ponytail. Dante looked worried and bit his lip.
"Now. You're going to do fine. All *three* of you." She glanced at Laura who was in her typical sulking teen phase. This school had never been kind to her, and Selene was relieved this would be her last year attending.
keeping up appearances…
"Why can't daddy come?" Delilah poured as the four walked up the stairs of the school. Victor was her favorite person in the world.
"He's working. But he'll be here when you get out."
"Bullshit."
"De-li-lah!"
The principal was busy greeting the students. He gave a disapproving look as Laura stalked by, as she'd wound up in detention enough over the last few years. His mood shifted when he saw Selene, and the scent of his lust made her gag. "Well well. Who are these two? I didn't know you had more in your family!"
Their mom faked a smile. "Ah well. I don't take them out much. COVID and all that. This is Dante and Delilah."Truth be told, she kept them locked down in the house as much as possible. It was too risky.
"Quite right. Is…Victor around…?"
The vampire queen stifled a grimace. "No, he's working." It was only when Creed was around that he'd leave her alone.
"Don't worry. Well take good care of your angels. Dante, Delilah, you have your mothers looks that for sure! Haha."
Selene just blinked. Anyways. "Be good. I love you." She kissed both on the forehead, but Delilah whispered hot in her ear. "It smells like pee and blood in here."
"I know baby. I know."
She watched them enter the school as she leaned on the hood of her van. She should be happy but…her stress had never been higher. She didn't know how much longer the charade would hold up.
Victor went deeper into the forest, breathing in the fresh air as he took a leak. He had missed his hometown, even though it had been nearly 300 years since he'd been here.
This was the same place he'd first met Logan, meeting someone like him… It had been cool as a kid. Too bad the man had completely forgotten about him in adulthood.
Victor blinked. Now why would he be thinking about Logan-
Victor dodged the razor sharp claws by his throat, zipping his pants as he landed a few feet back. He grimaced, seeing Logan, or what used to be Logan, standing there, growling and shaking.
He was skinny, with absolutely no muscle mass. His claws were still long, but his hair had grown to cover all the way to his waist. He looked like a beast, a disgusting beast.
"Woah Logan, it's been a while, don't do something you'll regret-" He clenched his jaw as the Wolverine rushed at him.
"Fine!" His eyes glowed gold as he caught Logan in mid air, slicing through his body with ease and tearing his claws out of his hands.
Halfway through the exciting bloodshed he stopped, realizing this could blow his cover.
He looked at the bloodied and weak Logan, his eyes widening as he saw a tattoo on his back.
Logan didn't have tattoos, neither did Victor, though he wanted to get one with his family. He looked over it as Logan went unconscious.
"Phase 1…" He whispered, his finger tracing over the tattoo as he looked at the signature under the words.
"Kalitas…"
Victor grunted and got to work, digging deep. He was fast enough to get Logan buried 15 feet deep before his coworkers even noticed him missing.
He couldn't let Selene know about this. She was still hoping to get the estate back. He wouldn't risk her life, nor his kids lives, over a silly estate. He had his family and friends, that's all that mattered.
"Blink," He said as he cleaned himself up, the woman stepping out of a portal behind him. "Scout out the old estate, don't go inside but just look around. If you're caught blink to Antarctica before coming back to report."
With his orders said he got back to work, humming as he calmed down. He couldn't wait to hear about the kids' first day of school!
After dropping the kids off at school, Selene found herself driving aimlessly around town. The quiet car felt heavier than usual, the silence giving way to a restless feeling that had been growing for months. For nearly five years, her life had revolved around being a stay-at-home mom. Every hour was spent on routines—feeding, cleaning, organizing, disciplining. But today, with the kids gone and the house empty, she was struck with a sharp sense of purposelessness.
She had no real friends, no hobbies to fill the time. Magritte, for all her loyalty, was more a servant than a companion. Their conversations were mostly commands and updates about the house. It wasn't like having someone to confide in. As Selene drove past a coffee shop, she noticed a group of women laughing, gathered around a table, sipping their drinks and chatting like the world wasn't closing in on them. For a moment, she envied them. Maybe humans had the better deal after all. No kingdoms to rule, no bloodlust to quell. Just ordinary lives with ordinary problems.
Eventually, she parked and walked down the city street, her heels clicking softly against the pavement. She paused in front of the town bulletin, glancing over the ads pinned there—daycare assistants, clerks, bakeries looking for part-time help. Nothing she was remotely qualified for. But then her eyes landed on a tattered flier advertising for dancers at a seedy strip club. They needed girls for the day shift. Her mind wandered briefly—while the twins were at school, Victor would be at work. No one would ever know.
Selene stood there, her heart beating just a little faster. It wasn't that she was excited, but... the thought of doing something, anything, that was hers alone felt almost thrilling. Her hand hovered over her phone, and before she could talk herself out of it, she texted the number.
The reply came almost immediately. They asked for a picture—something to prove she could "fit in." She smirked, knowing exactly what they meant. She scrolled through her gallery, her finger hovering over a photo she'd sent to Victor some time ago. Lingerie, posed just right—seductive, but tasteful. It wasn't meant for anyone else's eyes, but then again, what Victor didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
With a sharp breath, she hit send. Seconds later, her phone buzzed with confirmation. She could start tomorrow.
Victor sighed as he got home, tired from the long day at work. He got a glass of water, greeted Magritte and went to his room.
"Ah… Selene?" He asked, looking around and seeing his wife wasn't home yet. That was fine, she deserved some time for herself after taking care of the kids all the time.
"Yo, fuckhead," Psylocke, Betsy, said as he barged into his room, giggling to herself as she tossed a flier at him.
"What do I need a stripclub for? My girls way hotter than those bitches." He said with a shrug, tearing the flier as Psylocke smirked.
She just shrugged, nodding and leaving the room. She didn't need to report to Victor. If Selene wanted her own secrets then that was cool with her.
"VICTOR."
Selene slammed the door behind her, the cold Canadian air barely registering against the fire simmering inside her. The twins trailed behind her, Dante quiet as always, while Delilah had that same defiant spark in her eyes. The small house felt stifling all of a sudden, the walls closing in around her fury. She could hear Laura already heading to her room, her presence retreating like a shadow, leaving Selene to deal with the mess.
She stormed down the narrow hallway toward their bedroom, her rage building with each step. Victor was sprawled across the bed, fast asleep, completely unaware of the chaos that had unfolded just hours ago.
With a sharp yank, Selene tore the blankets off him. "Wake up!" she snapped, her voice cold and sharp. "Do you even know what happened today?" she hissed, hands on her hips, glaring down at him.
"You missed picking them up on their first day of school, Victor. Their first day!" Her voice trembled with anger. "Delilah freaked out. She punched another student and almost bared her fangs! Do you know what that would've done? Exposing herself like that?"
Selene wasn't finished. "The only reason she wasn't suspended was because Principal Loras has the hots for me. That's it. And you?" She jabbed a finger at him. "You couldn't be bothered to show up!"
Just as she was about to lay into him more, a quiet voice cut through the tension.
"Mama," Delilah muttered from the doorway, "you were late too."
Selene's head snapped toward her daughter. Delilah stood there, looking so innocent, but there was a glint in her eyes that Selene recognized. "Fifteen minutes late," Delilah continued, not flinching under her mother's gaze. "It wasn't just Daddy."
A low growl escaped Selene's throat, and for a split second, she considered tearing into Delilah as well. But the truth of it burned. She had been late. The first day of work was…amazing honestly. She made a shit ton of money, and had to deposit the cash in her bank to avoid any questions. Victor had screwed up, but she wasn't blameless either. Her chest tightened with frustration, anger curling tighter around her heart, but she bit back the response.
"Both of you—go to your rooms," she ordered, her voice dangerously calm.
Delilah and Dante didn't hesitate, scurrying off to their rooms. The door clicked shut behind them, and Selene stood there for a moment, fists clenched, trying to steady her breath.
She turned to Victor, who was now fully awake and staring at her, but she couldn't deal with him right now. Not with the guests coming in two hours. Not with Magritte silently watching from the kitchen, prepping dinner like nothing had happened.
Selene pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to suppress the fury and the guilt roiling inside her. "Get up," she muttered to Victor, her voice low. "I'm not handling this alone."
"Yeah yeah," Victor said, yawning before sniffing the air, his eyes glowing slightly as he looked down at Selene.
He didn't say anything, just watching his wife go into the kitchen before flashing to Delilah's room.
"Honey," He said, picking her up and hugging her tightly. "You said mommy was late today? What did the car smell like darling?"
Delilah giggled, hugging her daddy tightly before thinking seriously. "Uhh, like that drink you sometimes drink daddy. And like Dante's shit smell!"
Victor smiled, patting her head and letting her down to get out of her school clothes. He walked into the kitchen moments later, just smiling as he sniffed the air.
A lot of weaker people thought scents were two dimensional, but if you stay with someone long enough you can smell their scent.
Selene smelled like drugs, arousal, and lots of men.
His eyes glowed lowly as he helped them prepare for the dinner.
"Laura!" Selene's voice echoed sharply through the house. "Get over here and sit down. The guests will be here any moment!" She stood by the table, inspecting every dish and every detail, taking pride in the feast Magritte had helped set up. Her eyes darted toward Laura, and her lips curled into a frown. "You look disheveled," she chastised, straightening Laura's collar with a rough tug. "Appearances are everything, remember that."
The doorbell rang, interrupting her thoughts. Selene's heart gave a strange flutter as she opened the door. Standing there was the last person she expected—a customer from the strip club. Her eyes briefly widened in surprise, but she quickly composed herself, a graceful smile curving her lips. Not here. Not now.
"Welcome," she purred, guiding him inside with smooth confidence, though her mind whirled. Leading him to the dinner table, she introduced her children with a hint of pride, gesturing to each one. "These are my children, and this is their... babysitter."
Delilah, her only daughter, scrunched her nose, glaring at the food. "This looks gross. I want blood," she whined.
Selene laughed, a sharp but careful sound. "She has such an active imagination," she said, waving it off. "She really thinks she's a vampire sometimes." She shot Delilah a warning glance, her tone light but eyes flashing with warning.
Don't embarrass me.
"Ah what's going on boss, and this must be the wife?" Victor asked, shaking his boss's hand as he tried not to smile at Delilah's words.
He noticed Selene's scowl and rolled his eyes. "She's truly beautiful, though I think I prefer my wife."
Victor wraps an arm around Selene and gives her a kiss on the cheek, still ignoring the strange scent around her. He'd rather bring it up later, though the smell of semen was reaching his nose now…
They all sat down as Victor cut the large turkey Magritte had bought. Unlike the others, he still could and would on occasion enjoy human food. He was always more beast than anything else so a bloody steak still tasted just as good.
"She truly is beautiful Victor, if I was just a few years younger haha."
Victor's eyes flashed as he frowned. There was a lot of just rolling off his boss, and lust off his wife as well.
"Mommy you smell funny ! You smell stinky! Gross!" Her usually quiet favorite Dante giggled, crinkling up his nose.
"Eat, my little dove. Please mind your manners." She said in the sweetest but most threatening tone possible before ruffling his hair. "So, I heard you have a job for Victor, yes? I'm so happy to hear that. We're always looking for better opportunities for our brood, haha." Selene played her part of hostess perfectly, trying to break the tension. She thanked Magritte for the food and took a bite. And chewed a very long time before swallowing, instantly downing it with a glass of what appeared to be wine, it wasn't, but it was easy enough to deceive.
"Mommy I want some!!" Delilah cried as she reached over with greedy hands. This was going terribly.
"No. Baby you don't drink wine, this isn't the grape juice I give you at holidays when you pretend to be grown up. Silly girl~"
Laura scoffed and rolled her eyes, the only non vampire and dug into the food. "It's dry as hell." She commented.
Magritte swore in French.
Shut the fuck up!
Victor laughed harder, digging into his food. The best part of being back in his hometown was that there were no more silly rules.
He could eat however he wanted, talk however he wanted. He'd grow his beard out some days just cause there were no leeches to impress anymore.
"Yes I did have a job opportunity but I actually found a new person to fulfill that role. I do appreciate Mr. Creed's work though and I'm thinking of moving him to another job site. Maybe even give him a manager spot for 6 more bucks an hour?"
Victor paused, smelling his bosses plans. He wanted Selene, perhaps he'd seen her one day when she came to pick him up, or just decided to plan it now, but he wanted Victor out of the picture.
Victor sighed, grabbing a glass of "Wine" and downing it, his eyes glowing with pure bloodlust.
"Daddy's angry!!" Delilah yelled, laughing as Dante laughed too. Laura glared at the boss, almost snarling, it was like only Selene had any sense of self.
There was a deathly silence.
"Just six dollars? Don't you think my husband is worth more than that?"
The man gave a small smirk. "Ah well, you'd be surprised what some people would do for six dollars."
Selene's face contorted through a wide range of emotions, shock, rage, conflict. She wanted to tear his throat out, feed him to her children, hear him beg for mercy. But she needed to set a good example for all three of her children, and if she couldn't afford anymore heat suppressant, four very soon. Besides, bodies piling up would cause too many problems.
"My love…" she responded coolly, "What do you think of the offer? Forgive me for speaking for you. I just know you're…more than qualified for any job our esteemed guest might offer." She swirled her wine glass around absently, feigning the most doting smile to her brooding husband.
Out of nowhere, Delilah threw up, almost projectile, onto the dinner table. Some splashed on her mother.
Magritte put a hand over her mouth to stifle the laughter that wanted to erupt.
"Sorry mommy."
Victor wiped his face, standing up and outstretched his hand toward his boss. He smiled at first, before frowning deeply.
"Six dollars? Six measly bucks to take care of my family? Are you fucking with me you disgusting mongrel. Should I rip your head off?"
His eyes glowed deep yellow as he made the two humans freeze, his fangs bared. "You invited yourself over for dinner, it's only right you two are the dinner no?"
"Hooray! Food food food!" The twins chanted with glee, their fangs and claws already unleashed, dark eyes glowing.
"What the—what kinda freak—-" the man sputtered as he stood up, his wife clutching onto him in fear.
"You're going to talk about my children like that? That's not very nice of you, is it?" Selene grinned, her visage already transformed into something far more comfortable. Fuck it, between the 5 vampires, they could devour them down enough to hide the evidence, and Magritte always could use more bones for her random spells and tinctures.
"You came here with an offer to improve my family's life, no? Help put food on my children's table? Don't back out now. "**You will put food on my children's table.**"
With the slightest nod, she sicced her children onto the guests. For such small creatures, they were fearsome, Delilah especially. While Dante was quick to rip into the woman's jugular and drink deeply, Delilah loved to play with her food. She pounced onto the man, cutting his Achilles tendons so he couldn't walk.
"Die die die! I'm gonna feed your eyeballs to my fishies! " she squealed in delight, slashing and hacking at his body. The screams were deafening, but thankfully Selene had soundproofed their house.
"Lost my appetite." Laura muttered in disgust before exiting back to her room.
"You…bitch! Whore! Freak! Abomination! I knew you were trouble when I met you, Ruby!" The man screamed, before Delilah landed the finishing blow.
"Mommy," Dante asked, pausing from his meal. "Who's Ruby?"
Selene's smile quickly faded. "Ah, well. Sometimes when people are dying, they get very very confused."
Magritte snapped the tongue off the woman, popping it in her mouth and noting the tension. "Ah, yall want me to clean up? I'll take care of it all and get the kids ready for bed…they got school soon, yall need some time to yourselves. Smells like you broody." She said bluntly and Selene felt her cheeks flush.
"Yes. Thank you. Enjoy your dinner, my loves." She praised her children before disappearing into the bathroom. She slipped out of her clothes and into the shower, letting the vomit and blood rinse down. She knew it wasn't long before her peace was interrupted.
Victor chuckled to himself as he took off his clothes, sighing as he sat on the bed. He'd tried to ignore it, but he was good at reading people. Selene had recognized the name ruby, and his boss smelled too similar to how she did.
He stepped into the shower, pressing close and not saying anything to her. He'd known she was in a heat cycle, but he'd purposely ignored it. Seeing her squirm was too funny.
He hadn't expected this though. "Care to explain darling?" He asked, rinsing his hair out as he pressed closer to his wife.
"Mmm, care to explain what?" She purred, pressing against him ever so slightly. They hadn't fucked like they used to. Between the three kids and the responsibilities, they were averaging maybe once, twice a month? And had missed her heat cycles almost every time. Which Selene was slightly grateful for, as the last thing they needed to deal with was another child.
"Explain why there was a drop of blood on your clothes? You know, I was wondering that, actually." She turned to face him, biting gently on his bottom lip. "Did my darling lose his temper at work? Should I expect the authorities at my fucking door any minute?"
Victor stopped smiling, pinning Selene to the wall and biting her neck, gently sucking her blood as his knee buried itself at her crotch.
"I'm sure you smelled the blood, little Logan paid me a visit, so I took care of him. Want to explain your secret now dear?" He asked, pinning her hand above her head, staring down into her eyes as their bodies were pressed flush.
While he wasn't being nearly as violent as he had in the past, she sensed the hidden danger lurking in his scent. She moaned reflexively, humping her throbbing pussy against his leg.
"Logan? I'm surprised. What did he want, Laura?" She inquired in a soft tone, still intent on avoiding the interrogation. "No matter." Selene brought her hands to his cock and gripped it, feeling it throb in her hands. "Anyways, this is a rare moment for us. Let's make the most of it."
Victor growled, grabbing Selene by the hair and smashing her face into the shower walls.
"Stop fucking with me Selene," He snarled in her ear, licking the healing wound he made earlier. "I'm really not in the mood."
He turned her around completely, his dick pressed along her ass as he held her by the throat, his claws teasing her delicate little neck.
"What'd you do today that made you smell like a street whore?" He asked finally, his eyes glowing their golden hue.
"Ah—" she was actually shocked by this, as for the most part domestic life had made him soft, gentle. It equally pleased her and annoyed her. So when her skull cracked onto the tile, a shiver of delight and fear ran through her veins.
"You..you know I'm in heat, baby. I can't help it, one pill is 2 thousand. I can't hide it and even human men can smell it on me. I'm sorry, I'm working on it." She whimpered, arching her ass back against his cock like an invitation.
"I know it drives you crazy. You can fill me up like you used to do. We can take the risk…" she stammered, which not only was trying to get her out of trouble, but showed her desperation. His wife trembled in his grasp, unsure of how to proceed. "Please Daddy?"
"You think you can distract me Selene?" He asked, though he almost wavered as she grinned against his dick.
"Do you know what I look like when my wife strips down for any guy with money? What's next, will you invite them over? Have sex with them, suck their dicks in our marital bed?"
He squeezed tighter on her throat, his anger only rising. "Do you know how hard it is not to ravage you every day you're in heat? And you say you're working on it?" He snarled in her ears, biting into her neck again to feed on her sweet blood.
Fuck. He knew. When all her lies and deceit finally failed her, Selene was stripped bare with no defenses. All she could do is grovel, submit, and pray for mercy. Just like the old days.
"No. No! Victor baby…I would never. I don't even really let them touch me. We just needed the money and I wanted to help and it's the only thing I'm good at and—and—-"
Her words failed her as he choked her, the water washing away the constant drip of arousal that grew between her legs. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I lied. I didn't want you to get mad. I'll quit and I won't do it again I promise daddy." Selene pressed her claws back against his strong leg. "Please punish me with your cock, Master. I'm sorry."
"That's more like it bitch," He growled, his other hand coming and fingering her soaking wet cunt, his claws sinking into her neck slowly.
"How many of them saw you? How many of those little dick bastard got off to seeing my wife be a slut?" He growled, slamming her against the wall again and sliding into her cunt, pulling her hair back as the water poured over them. Blood dripped from her neck as he licked his claws and pounded her cunt.
"Is this what you wanted Selene? You wanted to get me fucking mad?"
"Fuck…fuck me daddy fuck me please," she moaned desperately, bucking against his fingers and savoring the sensation of the blood dropping down her pussy. She knew better than to lie, remembering how he ripped out her fangs over six years ago for the same thing.
"I…like maybe 10, 20? I did twenty private dances, or twenty five…one of them was…was an hour dance…" Selene yelped in pain and delight when he forced himself into her, her body no longer acclimated to his size.
"I'm sorry…hurt me, I know I was bad, my King…" she begged through gritted teeth, letting herself get abused like the slut she was. "Fuck I forgot how good you are…"
Laura grimaced and covered her head with her pillow. Fucking gross .
"Yeah you were bad. What would your kids think is they knew their mother was a cheap slut?"
Victor thrusted harder, clawing down her back. "Scream for me bitch. Remember exactly who owns this fucking pussy."
Victor threw Selene out of the shower, breaking the door to the bathroom before pouncing on his wife, forcefully kissing her as he slammed back into her needy little pussy.
"You're so fucking wet for me, it's been a while since we've done it right? I bet you just wanted me to bend you over at dinner earlier, kids be damned…"
Victor got more into it, months of frustration getting worked into his thrusts.
"I…please don't tell them. I'm just trying to provide for them and be a good mother. I'm trying my best." Selene cried in agony and lust, and before long she came hard on his cock, pussy spasming tight.
She let out a yelp when he tossed her so easily, stammering against his kiss, her legs spread wide in obedience. When their lust was in sync, it was like a beautiful dance. Not daring to upset him further, she began to scream his name with reckless abandon, her claws digging into his flesh and tearing. "Yes I did. Fuck the kids I don't care who hears. I'll do anything to be filled with your cum. There was nothing better than when you bred me with the twins, and it's all I want~"
Selene's bloody fingers played with her perky nipples, writhing and whimpering for her master. "Please breed your cockslut, please fill my cunt."
"Tsk." Magritte shook her head, happy that the kids were oblivious to the noise. What a day to have a one bathroom house for this many people.
"Cmon children. We're going to wash you off with the hose today."
"Yay!"
Victor ripped his claws into Selene's thighs, enjoying her tight cunt as it squeezed down on him like a vice. "You're so fucking perfect." He whispered, biting her throat as he sat up, bouncing her up and down his dick.
"Did you think any of those humans could compare wife?" He asked, spitting in her face and smacking her ass, guiding her hips to ride him.
"They are useless losers who've never even been with a woman, did you think they could satisfy you?"
He smacked her hard, shoving a bloody thumb in her mouth as he felt himself get close. "Not a single other man could handle your ridiculous fucking lust, take my cum you fucking whore," He groaned, holding her down as he shot deep into her, not caring if she got pregnant once more.
"I love you," she promised weakly, arms wrapped around his neck, rocking on his shaft with only increasing passion. "I will always love you. There are no other men, human, beast, or anything between who could ever take my eye from you."
Her words were genuine, but especially motivated by her frenzied desire. "They're all…fuck they're all so weak in comparison to you…"
Selene trembled when she felt the force of his cum flood into her ravaged body, it's been so long she forgot how much it drove her insane.
"Thank you, sir…" she gushed, reaching down and running her fingers against her widened slit, and sucking the excess seed off her fingers.
"More, please. It's not enough. I need more."
Victor felt his dick throb as she begged for more. He'd missed just going wild with his cute little vampire. He kissed her roughly, standing up and carrying her over to the balcony.
He pressed her face against the glass, giving her a clear view of the kids getting washed up by Magritte. "We could use a third little one. Would you like that, Selene?" He teased, sliding his dick back into her well fucked cunt with a soft groan.
"You want me to fill you up until you're pregnant again? What will the kids think? I bet Laura will look at you differently now that she's a bit older."
He raked his claws across her back, indulging in her pussy as the glass cracked from the force. "I bet you want everyone in this fucking country to know just how much of a slut you are. Keep the job at the strip club, I'll visit you everyday and fuck you in one of those private rooms until you can barely move. I bet you'll get more clients if they know you're married."
He pounded harder, his other hand rubbing her clit roughly. "Cum again for me love, I want to see you spasm on that dick you love so fucking much."
"Thank god we got home insurance," she chuckled softly, but it was true. Whenever they got Carried away like this, the amount of damage to the surroundings was shocking. And now, they didn't have faithful servants to clean up after them, well, besides Magritte.
The children heard the thud and looked up, waving happily. Thankfully railing blocked out anything too explicit. They were such good children. She would do anything for them.
"Yes…" Selene hissed sharply as she tilted her head back against his chest, at this point struggling to stand. "Yes, I want to carry your child again. I want to swell with your newest heir, I want to give you a dynasty." Selene confessed, before biting into her own forearm and stifling her screaming climax.
She was past the point of no return. Every thrust, every cruel word he threw her way was enough to push her there, again and again. "Yes daddy I'll keep the job. I promise I'll wear my wedding ring every time."
"The kids could use another sibling…it might teach Delilah to be a bit more responsible and caring….and Laura…she bit her lip until it split, howling in pleasure, squirting against his cock and fingers and leaving the floor a slippery mess. "Hopefully Laura won't be upset. She's almost a woman now…"she chose her words carefully. "She'll understand. Before long she'll have pups of her own."
When her master commanded it, Selene came hard one final time, her moan so deafening with vampiric prowess that it blew out the already compromised window. She could already picture life growing within her body. She prayed it wouldn't be twins again.
Victor buried himself deep into Selene, cumming once again as she hung limp, her arms and face scraping against the broken glass as he shot rope after rope into her womb, ensuring her pregnancy.
Breathing heavily he helped her up, kissing her deeply and carrying her back to the bed. "Now we need to get that window fixed, just how will we pay for that baby?" He asked, holding her close, his dick still inside of her throbbing as he prepared to fall asleep.
One thing was for sure, he was tired of living like a pussy. No more small time jobs, he'd go big. He'd do what he had promised Selene and rebuild their empire. The Gallio name would not die here in Canada as a suburban family.
With this he closed his eyes, already planning to make it big in something else.
The morning after a missing person's report for James Cavill and Bethany Cavill reached their local police station…
Things had been going so well lately, almost too well. As the top dancer, Selene was easily managing all the bills, which was no small feat in itself. The twins were behaving like perfect angels, excelling in school, and the recent addition of Onyx, their new husky puppy, had brought even more energy into their already lively home. Onyx joined the growing menagerie—snakes, rats, tarantulas, and piranha—which the twins adored.
Magritte's new obsession with that strange hippy cult was concerning but also somehow relieving. They gardened, spoke of Armageddon, and made herbal teas that smelled like the end of the world. Odd, but harmless enough, and it kept her busy. Even Laura, the one Selene worried about most, had found friends among the stoner kids at school. Skipping class wasn't ideal, but Selene had bigger problems to deal with. Everything seemed fine.
And yet... Selene couldn't shake the feeling that something was coming. This peace, this steady rhythm of life—it felt like the calm before a storm. There always was one, wasn't there?