Transmigrated As A Stepdad In A Fantasy Doujin World

Chapter 46: 46. Channel Swap(18+)

On the floating screen the scene shifted without warning.

The vampire pulled out of the human girl, flipped her around roughly and forced her onto her hands and knees.

Her heavy pale breasts hung low and swayed hard as he gripped her hips and slammed back into her from behind.

”Aahh—! Hnn... deeper...!”

Plap... plap... plap...

The wet sound of skin striking skin filled the living room.

Each thrust drove the actress forward, making her large tits swing beneath her while she moaned openly into the rain-slicked night of the broadcast.

Kael’s eyes stayed half on the screen and half on the woman beside him.

Seraphine remained frozen in place, crimson eyes locked on the explicit display, lips slightly parted, a deep flush still coloring her cheeks.

The silky fabric of her yoga pants was stretched tight across her thighs.

Her bare foot rested only inches from his own lap.

An impulse thought came into Kael’s mind.

He reached down, took her ankle with quiet firmness, and guided her foot across the short distance until the soft sole and toes pressed directly against the thick ridge of his cock through his trousers.

He kept his body ready. If she reacted with violence he would move instantly.

Seraphine’s eyes flicked downward for a single second.

She saw it clearly: her own toes resting against the large, hard outline of her stepdad’s dick.

The size was unmistakable, longer and thicker than the one currently pounding the actress on screen.

She did not pull her foot away.

Instead, after a brief pause, she slowly dragged the ball of her foot along the length of his cock, rubbing in a deliberate, almost testing motion.

Her expression remained fixed on the floating projection as if she had no idea what her foot was doing.

On the screen the vampire kept slamming into the human girl from behind, the wet rhythmic impacts echoing through the quiet house.

Plap... plap... plap...

”Nnnh... ahh... harder...fuck me like I’m YOUR SLUTTT!”

Seraphine’s foot continued its slow, careful rubbing against Kael’s cock while she stared at the broadcast with carefully blank eyes, acting for all the world as if nothing unusual was happening at all.

Kael took the silent permission for what it was as he stopped her foot movement as she looked toward him.

’Now let’s see how she reacts normal after seeing the real deal.’

Without looking down he reached to his waist, unfastened his pants, and pushed the fabric aside just enough.

His thick, heavily veined cock sprang free into the cool air of the living room, standing fully erect and already glistening at the tip.

Seraphine’s gaze flicked sideways from the corner of her eye.

The real thing was right there. Longer than the one on the screen, thicker, with clear veins running along the shaft and a heavy head that pulsed once under her attention.

The sight made her pussy clench hard around nothing, a sudden empty ache blooming between her legs.

Kael kept his face turned toward the floating projection, expression calm and unreadable, as if the only thing that interested him was the hardcore scene playing out in front of them.

He waited for her response.

Seraphine’s internal surprise lasted only for a moment.

Then, slowly, she extended her toes and brushed them against the swollen tip.

The heat of it was immediate.

She felt the cock throb under the light contact, like something alive and impatient.

After another brief pause she shifted both feet into place. Soft soles and toes closed around the thick shaft from either side.

With careful, deliberate movements she began stroking him up and down, using the pressure of her feet to work the full length in a slow, steady rhythm while her eyes remained fixed on the screen as if she were still only watching the vampire fuck the human girl.

The slow friction of her feet against his cock sent a steady heat through her own body.

Moisture gathered between her thighs.

Without thinking, one of her hands slipped down and slid inside the waistband of her yoga pants.

Her fingers pressed against her already wet pussy, rubbing in small circles while she continued the footjob.

Kael noticed the movement from the corner of his eye.

He said nothing. His gaze stayed locked on the screen, expression unchanged.

Soft wet sounds rose from under the tablecloth of her pants.

Schlick... schlick...

Then both of them heard it at the same time.

Light footsteps coming down the hallway.

Seraphine’s body tensed. Kael’s eyes narrowed slightly. There was only one other person in the house.

Eira.

In a single fluid motion Seraphine flicked her fingers.

A thin thread of mana struck the Aether-crystals.

The explicit scene vanished and was replaced by a dull, slow-paced historical drama with two older actors discussing tax reforms in a quiet garden.

At the same moment Kael reached to the side of the sofa, pulled a folded quilt over his lap, and arranged it so that the thick fabric completely covered his exposed cock and Seraphine’s bare feet still wrapped around it.

From above it looked like nothing more than a shared blanket.

The footsteps reached the archway.

Eira stepped into the living room, still in her usual short pants and loose shirt, split-color hair slightly messy from lying down.

She paused when she saw them both on the sofa.

Kael turned his head toward her with an easy smile.

”Eira. Where were you? I was looking for you.”

Eira’s crimson-tinted black eyes flicked between them. Her voice came out soft and timid.

”My room... uh..dad.”

”Come sit with us,” Kael said, patting the empty space on his other side.

”The show is boring, but it’s better than sitting alone upstairs.”

Eira hesitated only a second before walking over and carefully sitting down beside him thinking about the weird noises she heard.

Under the quilt Seraphine’s feet remained wrapped around Kael’s thick cock.

She continued the slow up-and-down strokes without stopping, even as her younger sister settled in right next to them.

Her eyes stayed fixed on the new, completely boring drama.

’She’s not stopping even when her sister is around.’

The dull historical drama droned on from the floating screen.

Two older actors sat in a garden discussing land taxes in slow, careful voices.

The soft blue-white light of the Aether-crystals painted the living room in calm tones that did not match the tension under the shared quilt.

Kael kept one arm around Eira’s shoulders, his hand gently stroking through her hair.

The pure white strands on the left side mixed with the pure black on the right under his fingers. He spoke in a low, even voice while his eyes stayed on the boring broadcast.

”You’ve always been quiet and calm, Eira. It makes the house feel steadier when you’re around. Most people talk too much. You don’t.”

Eira’s cheeks flushed a soft pink.

She sat very still beside him, small hands folded in her lap, and gave a tiny nod. The praise settled warmly in her chest.

Under the thick quilt Seraphine continued the slow up-and-down motion of her bare feet around Kael’s thick cock.

The heat of his dick adiated against her soles and toes.

Every time the heavy head brushed the arch of her foot she felt it throb, still fully hard and insistent.

Her own pussy wet and aching inside the tight yoga pants.

When Kael complimented Eira, Seraphine’s toes tightened around the dick. Her grip grew stronger, squeezing the thick cock with clear pressure.

’I’m also quiet, calm and beautiful,’ she thought, eyes fixed stubbornly on the tax discussion playing out on the screen.

Kael felt the sudden increase in pressure.

A faint amused curve touched the corner of his mouth, though he never looked down.

”Your sister Sera is also beautiful...” he added, the sentence trailing off as if he had simply been making an observation.

”In her own way.”

Seraphine’s feet began moving faster.

The soft soles and toes worked his cock with shorter, more deliberate strokes, sliding from base to tip and back down again.

The wet heat of precum smeared across her skin, making each pass smoother.

’Hmm. I’m the one stroking your useless hard dick with my legs, not Eira,’ she thought, a sharp little spark of competitive satisfaction rising in her chest even as her own folds clenched around empty air.

Kael continued speaking to Eira in the same calm tone, fingers still gently combing through her hair.

”You should come with us more often when we leave the house. Staying in your room all day isn’t good for you.”

”Okay... dad,” Eira answered softly.

A small, shy smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. The simple praise still lingered warmly in her thoughts.

’Dad just praised me for being a good girl.’

Under the quilt the rhythm of Seraphine’s feet grew tighter and faster.

Kael’s breathing stayed steady, but the pressure at the base of his cock built past the point of easy control.

He kept his hand moving slowly through Eira’s hair, expression calm, eyes on the floating screen as if the only thing in the room was the dull drama.

The climax hit him without warning.

Thick ropes of cum erupted in strong pulses, coating Seraphine’s bare feet and lower calves in heavy white streaks.

The first burst landed across her toes.

More followed, hot and plentiful, dripping between her feet and soaking into the quilt for several long seconds.

Splurt... splurt... splurt...

The soft wet sound of his release was completely covered by a sudden swell of dramatic music from the historical play.

On the screen one of the older actors raised his voice about unfair taxation, drowning out everything beneath the quilt.

Kael’s fingers never stopped stroking Eira’s hair.

His face remained composed.

Only the slight tension in his jaw and the continued throb of his cock against Seraphine’s cum-slicked feet betrayed what had just happened.

Eira sat quietly beside him, still smiling that small shy smile, completely unaware that her older sister’s legs were now coated in their stepfather’s fresh load while the boring drama continued to play in front of them.