The kitchen is filled with smoke and Seleme makes a disgusted face. “Shoot. I did it again. Sorry kids, it’s Cheez-its and calves liver again.”

“We’re not even hungry.” Raymond replies. “Are we?” He shoots a pointed glance at his sister who shakes her head in agreement.

“Nope. Not even hungry.”

Seleme tilts her head at them on a long exhale ready to reply but I’ve got other ideas for the moment.

“Baby.” I whisper. “Just turn off the oven, take everything out. I’m going to get the kids settled in their playroom for a bit. You and I have to talk.”

“Talk?” Raymond makes a disgusted sound. “You guys always have to go in your bedroom and talk. What do you even talk about?”

Seleme turns and makes her way into the kitchen. “Grown up stuff. You would be bored, trust me.”

“Fine.” He stomps toward the stairs, his sister following behind. “Grownups are weird.”

“True.”

I get them settled watching an old rerun of Wolfman in black and white, while they both play with Seleme’s dollhouse. Then I head for the bedroom, lighting some candles with the matcheswhen I enter, because unlike the rest of my family I lack the ability to control fire.

When Seleme comes through the door a few minutes later, I’m already naked. I grab her around the waist and throw her over my shoulder, enjoying the yelp I get in response.

“You’ll never get over that, will you?” She laughs.

“Nope. No one but me gets to throw you over their shoulder. I don’t want you to ever forget that.”

I toss her on the bed as she giggles, and focus my mind on the tiny buttons down the front of her lace dress. As I reach down to stroke my already hard, leaking cock, each one begins to unfasten on its own. Then, when the dress falls open, Seleme rises onto her knees and lets it drop down her shoulders, off her arms, and with one direct focused thought, I drag it from her legs to leave her there naked, her red lips smiling at me as I jerk myself off to the sight of my beautiful little vamp.

“Ass up. Head down. I’m in a mood.” I direct, and Seleme bites into her bottom lip. “Now.” I order, and she quickly assumes the position. “That’s my good girl. I only wish I could fuck another hundred babies into you.”

“You can try. I like the trying part.”

“Me too.” I agree on a growl as I step to the bed, crawl up behind her and line up my throbbing dick with her soaking opening.

I slam into her in one thrust, making her gasp as her body clutches around me, rocking and roaring and growling until the bedding is in tatters and we’re both on the floor, Seleme straddling me as her fingernails dig into my chest.

“That’s my girl. Show me how you make me happy. Fucking me, just how I like it. Your purpose. Your place. On my cock.”

She arches her back, her tits pressing out, nipples hard as she cums, drenching my cock and balls as she screams my name and scores my flesh, drawing blood with her nails.

I heal almost immediately, reaching up and flipping her over so she’s laying on the floor. Then I straddle her body, bringing my cock to her lips.

“Open your mouth.” I grit out, fisting the hard steel shaft, slick with her juices as I jack it up and down, the skin pulling tight until I’m on the edge.

Her lips part, her eyes narrow and my orgasm starts in my toes and races through me as jets of my cum spray into her open mouth, dripping from her lips, her tongue, her cheeks, until she’s a filthy mess of my seed, her eyes twinkling and her lips turned up in a loving smile.

“Now rub it in.”

Her hands are already moving, knowing what I like. I want her wearing me, inside and outside, every day for the rest of our lives.

No matter how many centuries that will be.

“Gladly, my king.” She looks up at me like I am everything, and my heart nearly bursts from my chest.

I hope I never have to, but if I do I will fight for the rest of eternity to keep what I have. My love. My family. My everything.

Forever.

And a day.