Apocalypse Landlord: My Tenants Are All Beautiful Heroines.

A few seconds ago...

Aiden had never felt so angry since returning to Earth. How dare she toy with him? Then it was the stupid drug or skill that had immobilized him.

However, he was more angry at his stupid cock. Why did it keep getting hard in such a situation?

Aiden didn’t have to think for long to find the answer.

In that instant, with her massive breasts and all, she looked a lot like Carmila. Since her hair was covering her face, for a moment, Aiden thought she had returned to his side.

After all, the things Amaela was doing closely imitated one of his first intimate interactions with his teacher. He might not like Amaela, but his body cherished being reminded of Carmila.

[Host, it is a skill! Amaela had subconsciously used Glamouring to cause paralysis—]

Does it look like I care if it was intentional or not?

As much as Aiden’s body liked being reminded of Carmila, he felt she had tainted a cherished moment he had had with his benefactor. That rage burst through his ’glamored’ self and broke the spell just as she squirted all over his pants.

In one swift motion, his hand shot out and grabbed Amaela by the throat. He squeezed just enough to make her gasp, then yanked her forward and slammed her down onto her back on the wide couch.

"Where do you think you’re going?" he murmured, leaning in.

"Aiden—"

"Shut it!"

Aiden cut her off and climbed on top of her, pinning her down.

"How dare you..." He growled. "How dare you act like her?"

He was enraged, but seeing him like that only made Amaela’s eyes widen with excitement. It was the moment she had been waiting for. Where people cowered before Aiden’s rage, she only rejoiced in it.

But Aiden didn’t care about her feelings anymore. He wanted to punish her, but that throbbing cock in his pants, coupled with the remnants of Amaela’s skill, had made it impossible for him to think straight.

Clear my mind... yes. I need to clear my mind of this filth first.

Thinking so, he stood up on his knees, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his erect cock. Even his cock looked angry with all the veins pulsing along the thick shaft.

Amaela looked at it and began salivating like a rabid dog. Everything was going according to her plan.

Meanwhile, Aiden, oblivious to it all, straddled her chest and grabbed both of her newly enhanced breasts. He pushed them together around his cock, squeezing the soft flesh tightly.

"If you’re going to act like a desperate, foot-humping whore," he growled. "Then I’ll use you like one."

He started thrusting between her pillow-like tits, fucking her breasts without holding back. The head of his cock kept bumping against her chin and lips with every thrust, leaving sticky trails of precum on her pale skin.

Amaela moaned loudly whenever the tip grazed her skin. She even pressed her own breasts tighter together for him, helping him use her body as if she were his fucktoy.

"Yes, sir... use my worthless tits," she whimpered between moans, tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock whenever it came close enough. "I’m just your dirty vampire cocksleeve! thank you for fucking my obscene tits ahn~"

Her moans got cut off by a smack to the face. He had no interest in hearing any voice other than Carmila’s.

Aiden’s grip on her breasts tightened, fingers digging into the enhanced flesh as he pounded harder. The sound of his cock sliding between her massive tits filled the dimly lit pleasure room.

Amaela’s crimson eyes stayed locked on his face, full of desperate need and enjoyment at being used so roughly. She didn’t care about the slap, in fact, it only made her want to test Aiden more. That’s why she kept talking dirty.

"I’m such a pathetic whore ahn~ I changed my body just to be your cumdump. My big tits are only good for this, sir. Please paint my face! Ahn~ mark your worthless vampire bitch..."

Her words pushed him over the edge.

Aiden’s hips stuttered. Then, with a grunt, he pulled his cock out of her cleavage at the last second. He grabbed the base and began jerking himself, and aimed it at her face.

Thick ropes of hot cum shot out one after another, splattering across Amaela’s face. The first heavy spurt landed across her forehead and crimson eyes, the next across her cheek and open mouth.

Some landed on her extended fangs and dripping tongue. She kept her mouth wide open like an obedient slut, catching as much as she could while moaning shamelessly.

"Mm... thank you, sir... your cum tastes so good on this dirty face..." she gasped, licking her lips and swallowing what landed in her mouth.

Strings of white cum dripped down her chin and onto her massive breasts, making them glisten under the purple lights.

But Aiden’s anger didn’t subside. Even after blowing his load all over her face, his cock stayed rock hard, still throbbing angrily. The sight of Amaela covered in his cum, looking up at him with submissive, lust-filled eyes, fueled both his irritation and lust.

"You talk too much!"

Aiden grabbed her by the throat again and flipped her over onto her stomach in one motion. He yanked her hips up, forcing her into a face-down, ass-up position on the deep couch while his feet pressed her head deeper into the couch.

Her enhanced breasts squished against the cushions while her round ass, her only redeeming feature, was presented perfectly to him like a gift.

"Sir...?" Amaela whimpered, trembling with excitement.

Cum still dripped from her face onto the couch as she looked back at him over her shoulder.

"Shut up!" Aiden yelled.

He ripped her tiny black thong aside, exposing her tight, puckered asshole and dripping pussy. Without any warning or preparation, he pressed the swollen head of his still-hard cock against her rear entrance.

Amaela’s breath hitched.

"You... you dare take her place?" he said through gritted teeth, pushing forward. "I’ll show you exactly why you’ll never be her!"

He didn’t go slow or have mercy on her. In a single thrust, Aiden buried half his thick cock into her ass. Amaela cried out sharply. She would have even cried tears of joy if not for Aiden forcing her head down as her fingers clawed at the couch.

"Ahn~! Sir... it’s so big! You’re stretching my asshole..." she moaned and pushed her ass back against him greedily despite the little bit of pain.

Aiden gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises and started pounding her ass with deep strokes. Each thrust drove his cock deeper into her tight, gripping heat.

The sound of his hips slapping against her soft ass echoed through the private room, mixing with Amaela’s loud, shameless moans and name-calling.

He fucked her harder, watching the way her enhanced breasts jiggled and swayed beneath her with every rough thrust. Cum from her face kept dripping onto the couch as her head bounced forward.

"Fuck..." Aiden grunted.

He was angry, but even then, he couldn’t deny the forgotten pleasure Amaela was making him relive. As good as Karina and Alisha were, they couldn’t take his cock like Amaela could because of her unique constitution as a vampire.

The physical pain one would feel from such a brutal attack was nothing more than a prick to her. That was one reason why his generals enjoyed playing with vampires so much.

He slapped her ass hard, leaving a red handprint on her pale cheek.

"Ahn~ I love it!" Amaela cried out, her voice going hoarse from all the screaming. "Ahn~ harder, sir! Please destroy my slutty asshole... I don’t deserve your gentle side! I deserve to be broken... ahnnn~"

Her dirty talk only made Aiden fuck her faster. He reached forward, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and yanked her head back while continuing to slam into her ass.

The new angle made her moan even louder, her tight walls clenching around his thick shaft with every thrust.

Amaela’s body trembled violently. Her pussy was dripping onto the couch, untouched, as she got fucked roughly in the ass. She kept humiliating herself between broken moans.

"I love it... I love being humiliated by you!"

Aiden’s pace became punishing. He was pounding her ass so hard that the entire couch was shaking. His balls slapped against her wet pussy with every deep thrust. Amaela’s legs were shaking, her toes curling as another orgasm built rapidly inside her.

"Gonna cum again... sir Ahn~! Your cock is ruining my ass! I’m going to squirt while you fuck my dirty hole..." she sobbed in pleasure.

Aiden didn’t slow down. He kept slamming into her tight ass, using her body roughly. His own climax was building again, the anger mixing with lust making him even more aggressive.

Aiden’s grip on her hair tightened. His thrusts became shorter and more frequent as he got closer to his second release.

But before that, Amaela came first. Her whole body began convulsing as she squirted all over the couch. All the while, her asshole kept spasming wildly around his cock. The intense squeezing pushed Aiden over the edge.

With a deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt inside her ass and started pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, filling her up until his seed started leaking out around his cock.

Amaela moaned weakly, completely spent and satisfied, face still covered in his first load, ass overflowing with the second.

"Thank you... sir..." she whispered with a blissful smile on her cum-stained lips. "Thank you for using this pathetic whore..."

Aiden stayed buried inside her for a moment longer, breathing heavily, his anger finally starting to cool at least a little. But then his lust took over again, and so did his rage.

And then, against his own expectations... he got hard again.

Amaela wanted a night when he belonged to her, and it seemed she was about to get her wish fulfilled.