Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad

Chapter 237: Fergus The Magnificent

(Warning: Violence, graphic scenes and rape ahead. Read at your own peril!)

After feeding on Darius and the few soldiers trying to protect him the other night, Fergus felt rejuvenated.

Things felt like back in his glory days... When he could take any life he pleased, any time he pleased. But it wasn’t exactly there yet.

He watched with a sadistic grin when Lupe crawled on the ground, clutching her belly tightly. It seemed he’d broken one of her ribs when he sent her flying here. Too bad.

"You know, your mother didn’t have this much fight with her when I killed her." He suddenly paused and mused out loud as if he were deep in thought. "Are you sure you two are related?"

Lupe’s tears only flowed out more at that point, but she still glared daggers at him as she snarled. "Rot. In. Hell!" She got up, moving faster than he’d first anticipated.

He sidestepped, to avoid a punch aimed at his head. He proceeded to swat another of her punches away before it could reach his stomach, causing her to wince in pain.

"You first, love." He whispered coldly before kicking her on the stomach, sending her crashing on a sofa. "But before that... Why don’t you make yourself useful?"

The grin on his face didn’t disappear, even when he saw her coughing blood. Her desperate cries were music to his ears. They were fuel to his actions. He was delighted by her pain... That sweet, sweet pain that made his loins restless with desire.

When he finally got to her, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and was about to sit her up when something unexpected happened.

With a grunt, she stretched out her right arm and stabbed him in the shoulder with a dagger. It would’ve gone through his chest, but he’d moved his body on time before it could.

He blinked rapidly as he glanced at the dagger sticking out of his shoulder like a second limb. It wasn’t just an ordinary dagger. It was... Silver.

The cunning little bitch! He wouldn’t take things easy on her anymore.

He turned his gaze to her menacingly, watching as she got up and ran for the living room door.

"Somebody, please h–" she was about to scream out for help as her hand nearly touched the door knob.

However, Fergus sped up to her, grabbing her right arm and twisting it.

"Ahhh!" She screamed, but he covered her mouth before it could get louder, shaking his head.

"I’m impressed. Too bad I’m not a regular vampire and silver can’t kill me." He spat mockingly before increasing the pressure on her arm and twisting harder.

With a pull, he tore off her right arm, causing her to scream into his palm. She jumped, kicked, and clawed desperately, but it was futile.

The dismembered limb was flung across the living room, spraying the floor with crimson red blood before it landed on the other side.

As for the stump where her arm used to be, it still sprayed out blood like a geyser, painting Fergus’s body red.

Drats, he’d need a change of clothes at the camp after this!

"This would’ve been a lot easier for the both of us if you didn’t do that." He was genuinely agitated, lamenting as he sent Lupe crashing to the ground.

She couldn’t even move or scream anymore but instead resorted to sobbing profusely, eventually sprawling up into a ball.

But that didn’t do anything to tug at Fergus’s heartstrings, who only looked down at her with disdain.

He finally pulled the dagger out of his shoulder, before placing it behind his pants for safekeeping. "Oh, be quiet." He hushed her with a roll of his eyes.

She was so dramatic. Like, what did she expect him to do after she tried killing him? Pretend nothing happened and sing "kumbaya" with her as he drained her blood?

Nah, she should be grateful he didn’t do something worse. Yet.

"Let’s just hope you’ll be decent in pleasuring me better than your mother even with one arm." He sniggered, before walking up to her. "Now, pull down your pants."

Her sobbing only increased in intensity as she shook her head erratically. Why was she so stressed out as if she hadn’t tasted his platinum dick before AND enjoyed it?

He watched her struggle to unbuckle her pants with her one arm and almost felt bad. Maybe he should’ve ripped off her arm after having fun with her.

Eventually, she was able to buckle down her pants dejectedly. He hadn’t even done much and she was already overwhelmed with despair.

Maybe he should give her a real reason to despair so she’d know how lenient he’d been.

Without any warning, he rushed up to her and held one of her legs. She kicked desperately as she sobbed. "P– please! N–no!"

Her cries fell on deaf ears as he twisted her left leg. It took a little struggle, but he was eventually able to rip it off too, spraying a fountain of crimson red blood everywhere.

"M–moon goddess! P–please!" She screamed, but her screams were muffled. She was losing vitality fast.

He’d better put her to good use first.

Without wasting any more time, he drained her ripped-off leg of every drop of blood before sighing satisfactorily.

Then he proceeded to unbuckle his pants, his eyes never leaving Lupe’s dismembered body. "Your goddess can’t save you, Lupe. Just be glad that you get a chance of being pleasured by Fergus the magnificent before your death." He boasted before popping out Cullen’s long dick.

He got down and placed himself on top of Lupe’s body, before gently helping her to pull down her pants until her pussy was visible to him.

After first inserting his finger, he positioned his dick in front of her entrance before thrusting into her. She jolted and was about to scream, but he covered her mouth as he continued going in and out of her.

The metallic smell of blood, alongside the hot wetness of her sweat only turned Fergus on the more. Lupe was tight, he’d give her that.

After several minutes, he finally came inside her, his body shivering with pleasure as he grinned widely.

"Magnifico! Thank you for your service, love." He winked at her, ignoring her ragged gasps.

She was just a step away from death’s door now. The experience made him wonder what having Isleen would be like.

He just hoped she was still as tight as her friend here. And the experience would be more fun since he didn’t have any plans to rip off her limbs anytime soon.

"Au revoir, Lupe. It’s time I sent you to meet your mother." He got up and said after zipping up his pants. "Tell the bitch I said ’hi’. Oh, and also, if you see Beta Darius down there, tell him I might come for his daughter and nephew next."

And with that, he pounced on her one last time, before bringing out his fangs. What followed was Lupe spasming erratically on the floor as he drained her of every last drop of blood.