Theora epilogue stinger featuring a visit from Izabella (commission)

 What if after the Theora happy ending in Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure, Lucas received a visit from sexy vampiress Izabella?

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“More sweet, daddy,” says Angelica, your youngest daughter. She has just learned to speak in the past few weeks and the little cherub asks for sweets regularly. She is dark-haired, like you, while Justina, now three, takes after her mother.

“No more sweets, dear,” says Theora. “Come along, my little ones, your father has a guest. We’ll go for a walk and catch fireflies while he…settles things with her.”

You give Theora’s piercing glare a sheepish look as she escorts your two little children out of the room. You wait until you hear the back door open and close and the babbling of your daughters recede into the outdoors. Only then do you turn your attention back to the gorgeous and rather intimidating woman sharing your modest living room with you.

Izabella seems dreadfully out of place in your tiny farmhouse and sitting on a plain wooden chair you built and lacquered with your own hands. She is wearing an extravagant dress of white lace that clings to her voluptuous, bluish flesh, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her plump bust, her hips, and her midsection including a navel pierced with rubies. She sits with her long legs crossed, smirking at you with an eyebrow raised. Even those soft lips of hers, full and painted scarlet, are an invitation to lust after her.

“Why are you really here, Izabella?” You say, leaning your elbows on the knees of your denim work pants. “I’m happy to have you visit, I suppose, but it sure put Theora in a mood and I’m guessing it’s more than just to say ‘hello’ to me. After all these years, I thought I would never hear from you again. Then your lovely carriage pulled up and out you glide looking like, well, like a queen of the night.”

“Oh, because I am,” she purrs. “My sweet Lucas, I have come to remind you of your mistake.”

She rises from the chair and saunters towards you, her hips swaying and her bust jiggling just enough to stiffen your cock. Her red-eyed gaze seems to pierce into your mind. It conjures fantasies of kissing her, undressing her, and ravishing that luscious, undead body.

“W-what are you doing?” You say, sitting back in your chair. “Izabella, I am happily married with… with…”

She sits her plump bottom in your lap, lacing her arms around your muscular neck. She leans close enough to you that her soft lips brush against yours. Her cool whisper makes your cock throb and twitch against her soft bottom.

“You chose the wrong woman for a wife,” she whispers. “You could have lived in a palace and ruled the night with me, Lucas. I want you to know that. I want you to know everything you have missed by making this foolish choice.”

“Please, I love my wi—“ Your words are cut off by her kiss. Her lips are as soft and sweet as you had feared and her nimble tongue slides into your mouth, teasing and playing against your tongue. You cannot help but respond to such a kiss. Your tongue moves against hers, feeling the prick of her vampiric teeth, and you caress her shapely hips.

“Mmmmmmm,” she breaks the kiss. “I think you know I am right. But I think you must truly understand the lesson.”

She stands just enough to slip off the dress. For such a complicated fabrication of lace, it slides from her pale blue flesh with ease, revealing her dark nipples, the dark tuft of her cunt, and a hint of the pink of her inner pussy. You moan helplessly as she climbs back onto your lap and pulls your face into her soft breasts. You kiss them and allow her to feed a nipple into your mouth. Your hands go instinctively to the roundness of her ass and you squeeze and fondle her round cheeks as you suck at her plump nipples.

“Oooooh, you still know how to handle me, Lucas,” she moans.

Her ass rides up higher on your lap and suddenly your trousers are open and your cock is in her hand.

“No, you can’t do thaaaAHHHHHH!” You cry out as her slick pussy slides down and engulfs your cock to the root. She is so tight, so slippery, that you nearly cum in an instant. You cannot resist her any longer. With a desperate cry, you thrust upwards into her pussy, pounding Izabella with abandon and sending her soft tits bouncing in your face.

“Oh, Theora, forgive me,” you moan.

“She’ll never forgive this,” laughs Izabella, kissing you passionately as she rides hard and fast atop your straining cock.

With a last surge of resolve, you try to stand up from the chair. You stagger to your feet and Izabella, her pussy still impaled on your cock, wraps her legs tightly around your body. She arches her back and rides her body up and down, laughing against your lips and forcing you to overbalance and fall onto the bed. Your marriage bed.

She pulls you atop her and without even realizing it you take over thrusting and plunging your cock into her pussy. You are kissing her, you are fondling her and she is taking you to the hilt with every stroke.

“Yes, yes, Lucas,” she laughs. “Cum inside me. Hold nothing back.”

“Ohhhhh gods!” You cry, thrusting deep and pumping your seed into Izabella’s immaculate pussy. Spurt after spurt flows against her undead womb as she looks up at you with an amused smile.

“Does that feel good?” She coolly asks.

“What did you make me do?” You moan, sliding your cock from her creamy pussy and fall next to her on the bed.

She rolls over onto her side, teasing your chin with her fingers.

“Theora and your beautiful daughters need never know about any of this, Lucas,” purrs Izabella. “But to make up for the grave mistake you made in marrying that angel, you will pay me a visit at my palace the first Sunday evening of each month.”

You try to argue with her, but her fingers move down to your flaccid cock, toying with it until it begins to stiffen in her nimble grasp. Her red eyes flash in the darkened bedroom.

“You cannot refuse me,” she says, her words teasing inside your mind.

By the time Theora returns from her walk, you are back in your chair, fully dressed, and you barely remember the visit with Izabella. Her carriage is gone and you can only say for certain that she had to leave.

Theora gives you a doubting look and says, “I still smell her in the room. She had better not come here again, Lucas.”

“Don’t worry,” you say, “She’ll never bother you again.”