Mavis looked around—the familiar garage filled with tech, weapons, and portals. It was dark—the only light coming from the glowing blue crystals scattered across the workbench.
"Where are we?" she whispered—her violet eyes wide with curiosity and fear.
Morty checked his watch—then looked up at her. "Home let's get you some more clothes." He said, snapping his fingers activating the AI for the garage.
A smooth feminine voice echoed through the garage—cool and efficient. "Welcome back, Morty. I detected an unauthorized portal signature... and a new biological presence." The AI paused—scanning Mavis. "Biological scan complete. Species: Unknown. Vampire—pureblood. Female. Age: Appears 18—actual age unknown. Heart rate elevated. Pupil dilation suggests curiosity or fear."
"You can relax—she's with me," Morty said casually—walking toward a closet built into the garage wall. "Can you pull up some clothing options for her? Something modern—casual. Not goth."
"Of course, Morty," the AI responded—a holographic display flickering to life above the workbench. Several outfits appeared—jeans, hoodies, sundresses, t-shirts.
"so what do you want?"
Mavis hesitated—looking at the holographic clothing options. She pointed at a simple black hoodie and pair of blue jeans. "This," she said quietly—her voice echoing in the empty garage. "And... something more comfortable. For sleeping." The AI beeped approvingly—beginning to prepare the chosen outfits.
"Of course, miss," the AI responded politely.
Mavis glanced at the holographic display—her violet eyes flickering with curiosity. "What is this place? It's... full of weapons and portals." She looked at Morty—her voice cautious. "Is this where you live?"
The AI chimed in— "This is Morty's garage—his base of operations. Equipped with portal technology, advanced weaponry, and..."
"Mavis, I'm a Multiverse traveler I go to various places across The Multiverse your universe was one. I decided to have a little vacation in also time pass differently there so all I spent about a week there only about seven hours past, which is why it's Night when I left, there were still light out."
Mavis's eyes widened—her mind trying to process. "A week for you... seven hours here? That's... insane." She looked around the garage—seeing the weapons, the portals, the tech. "You're like... some kind of interdimensional superhero?"
Morty laughed—running a hand through his hair. "More like interdimensional opportunist."
Mavis shook her head in disbelief—processing the scale of Morty's operations. "So you just... travel between universes? For fun?" The AI finished preparing the clothing—laying them out on the workbench. Jeans, hoodie, sundress, silk pajamas.
Morty smirked—checking his watch. "Fun is one word for it."
Morty leaned against the workbench—his eyes glinting in the low light of the garage. "You know, it's technically still your birthday," he said casually—checking his watch. "And since you left your father's hotel for me..." He paused—letting the weight of his offer sink in. "I can give you anything you want. In the Multiverse."
Mavis looked up at him—her violet eyes meeting his. The garage was quiet except for the hum of technology. She took a step closer—her voice barely a whisper.
"I want you," she said simply. No hesitation. No shame. Just raw honesty.
Morty's Ultimate Mind calculated everything in milliseconds—probabilities, outcomes, desires. His Essence responded to her words—his body shifting subtly.
The kiss was electric—her lips soft but desperate. A century of loneliness meeting his overwhelming charisma. Mavis gasped—her vampire instincts screaming at her to submit—to take—to possess.
His Ultimate Mind mapped every sensation—the rush of her virgin arousal—the sweetness of her ancient blood. His Essence flared—his overwhelming charisma making her knees weak.
Mavis whimpered into the kiss—her hands gripping his shirt. A hundred and eighteen years of virginity meeting the ultimate charisma. Her vampire instincts flared—her fangs pricking her lower lip.
"I've never..." she whispered against his lips—her violet eyes wide and vulnerable. "I don't know what to do."
"I'll take the lead."
Morty's hands slid to her waist—pulling her flush against him. "Good girl," he murmured—his voice dropping low. He kissed her again—deeper—teaching. Her body responded instantly—pressed against the workbench now, the cool metal on her back.
His hands moved—slow and deliberate. The hoodie she'd chosen slipped from her shoulders effortlessly.
Mavis shivered—her vampire body burning hot where his fingers touched. "Morty—" she breathed—her violet eyes darkening. His charisma was overwhelming—every nerve ending on fire.
"First time can be overwhelming," he said smoothly—his Ultimate Mind guiding him through every moment. "Just follow my voice. Trust me."
He pressed a kiss to her neck—her fangs involuntarily extended.
"Go ahead," he whispered—tilting his head to expose his throat. The Ultimate Mind calculated the exact spot—best for mixing pleasure and safety.
Her fangs sank in—gentle but certain. He groaned—feeling her drink. Not a predator—just a mate feeding.
She pulled back—startled by her own actions. "I'm sorry—"
"Don't be," he said firmly—flipping her over onto the workbench gently. The cool metal against her bare back made her gasp. He stepped between her legs—his thighs pushing her legs apart possessively. "You're a vampire—it's instinct." He kissed her neck again—encouraging.
His hands slid under her hoodie—bare skin meeting bare skin. Her vampire body hummed—sensitive and yearning. His Ultimate Mind mapped her completely—her clit swollen from desire—her folds wet.
"Never had a boyfriend?" he murmured—trailing kisses down her stomach. "One hundred and eighteen years..."
Mavis whimpered—her thighs trembling. "My father forbade it."
"Your father lied to you," Morty said flatly—his voice firm but not unkind. He traced a finger along her wet fold—making her cry out. "Vampires are supposed to mate. Have sex. Pass on your bloodline."
Mavis flinched—her violet eyes flashing with defiance. "He said it was... sinful."
"Sinful?"
"How do you think you where made."
Mavis paused—her violet eyes widening as the logic hit her. "I... I don't know." She looked away—ashamed. "He never explained it. Just said it was... divine creation."
Morty chuckled softly—his fingers continuing their slow, deliberate exploration. "Divine creation? Mavis—you were made through sex."
"Vampires breed like humans—only faster and more aggressive," Morty said bluntly—watching her face contort with realization. "You were made from your parents fucking. It's not sinful—it's natural. It's how vampires reproduce." He pushed two fingers inside her suddenly—making her arch back and cry out.
Mavis screamed—her walls clenching hard around his fingers. "F-fucking?!" The word sounded filthy in her mouth—contrasting with her pristine upbringing.
"Exactly." Morty curled his fingers—hitting her sweet spot. She sobbed—her hips bucking. "Your father is a hypocrite. He mates—then forbids you from it. Controls you."
Mavis sobbed harder—the contradiction breaking something inside her. "Then how did I come to be?"
"Your parents loved each other," Morty said simply—adding a third finger slowly. "That's how all life starts. Love and sex. Nothing sinful about it."
Her body clenched around him violently—her first orgasm building. "I want—Morty I want—"
"I know,"
Morty watched her face contort with pleasure—realization hitting her hard. "You want to breed," he stated flatly—his fingers hitting that sweet spot relentlessly. "Your body is screaming for it. A hundred and eighteen years of pent-up reproductive instinct."
Mavis wailed—her back arching off the workbench. Her walls pulsed around his fingers—soaking him.
Mavis shattered—orgasming violently around his fingers. She screamed—her vampire strength making the workbench creak. Morty held her steady—letting her ride it out. She was soaked—her virgin walls spasming beautifully.
"Good girl," he praised—licking her juices from his fingers slowly. Her eyes watched transfixed. "That's what you've been missing."
Mavis lay there panting—her violet eyes wide and dazed. Her body hummed with pleasure—something ancient and primal awakened within her.
"What... what was that?" she whispered—her voice trembling.
"Your first orgasm," Morty said simply—cleaning her gently with a cloth from the workbench. "And you've got a lot more to learn."
Mavis looked at him—her violet eyes wide and vulnerable. "Will you teach me?" she whispered—her voice barely audible. "Everything?"
Morty smiled—his Ultimate Mind already calculating the next steps. "I'll teach you everything, Mavis. How to feel—how to breed—how to be free." He kissed her forehead gently.
Morty stepped between her parted legs—his hands gripping her hips firmly. He positioned himself—the tip pressing against her entrance.
"First lesson," he murmured—leaning down to press his lips to hers. "Trust your body. Don't fight what it wants."
His Ultimate Mind mapped every muscle—every pulse—every nerve. His Essence flared—magnetic and irresistible.
Mavis whimpered into the kiss—her hips tilting up instinctively. Morty pushed inside slowly—her virgin walls stretching to accommodate him. She gasped—her eyes flying open. "Morty—!"
"Shh," he soothed—kissing her deeply. His Ultimate Mind calculated the perfect angle—hitting her sweet spot gently. "Just breathe. Let it happen."
Morty's cock—the "woman breaker"—was impossible to ignore. Overwhelmingly large—thick—veiny with the Ultimate Mind's precise engineering. Mavis stared at it with wide eyes—terrified and aroused.
"Morty—that's... that's not possible," she breathed—her vampire instincts screaming. "Nothing fits that!"
"Watch me,"
Morty pushed forward slowly—his girth stretching her beyond anything she thought possible. Mavis's eyes rolled back—her fangs fully extended.
"You're going to feel full," he warned—his Ultimate Mind monitoring her body's limits. "Really full."
He slid deeper—inch by inch—her virgin walls desperately trying to accommodate the woman breaker.
Mavis screamed—her nails scraping against the workbench. She was being split open—filled completely. His cock hit her cervix repeatedly—her body protesting then accepting.
"Too... too big—!" she wailed—but her walls were already starting to mold around him—adapting. His Essence was making her pliable. His Ultimate Mind was calculating exactly how much she could take.
"You can take it," he whispered—pressing deeper. "Your body was made for this size. Look at how you're stretching around me." He began to move slowly—his hips snapping forward with gentle thrusts. The woman breaker slid in and out—hitting every internal wall perfectly. Mavis sobbed—her body overwhelmed with pleasure.
Mavis's violet eyes rolled back—her vampire body trembling violently. The woman breaker was hitting her cervix with every thrust—sending waves of pleasure through her ancient body.
"Morty—I can't—!" she wailed—her walls clenching around him.
"You can," he murmured—his Ultimate Mind monitoring her every nerve. "Just breathe through it."
Morty established a slow rhythm—deep and deliberate. The woman breaker moved inside her like a piston—stretching and filling completely. Mavis's screams turned into high-pitched whimpers—the sound of a pure vampire virgin being properly bred for the first time.
Her father had lied about everything. This wasn't sin—it was ecstasy.
"Your body knows what to do,"
Mavis's walls began to mold perfectly around his massive cock—her vampire body adapting to the woman breaker. Her father had called this sinful—but it felt like coming home. Morty's Ultimate Mind shifted gears—increasing the pace slightly. Each thrust buried him completely—hitting her cervix.
"Your father denied you your true nature," Morty murmured—leaning down to kiss her neck.
Mavis bared her neck instinctively—her fangs grazing his skin. She bit down gently—tasting his blood. Her vampire biology reacted instantly—her juices flowing harder.
"That's it," Morty encouraged—his hips snapping faster. The woman breaker hammered into her—each thrust forcing whimpers from her lips. "Drink and breed. That's your nature."
Mavis fed and bred simultaneously—her mouth locked onto his throat while the woman breaker pounded her cervix. Her walls spasmed around him—slick and hot.
"Mmmph—!" she moaned against his skin. Her father's teachings shattered with every thrust. Sinful pleasure. Holy ecstasy.
Morty picked up the pace—his Ultimate Mind calculating the exact rhythm to push her toward another orgasm. The woman breaker slapped against her hips—wet sounds echoing through the garage.
"You feel that?" he asked—thrusting deep. "That spot inside you? That's your breeding trigger."
Mavis could only nod weakly—her violet eyes glazed. Her father never mentioned this existed.
Morty hit that spot relentlessly—her cervix bouncing with each impact. Mavis shrieked—her body arching off the workbench. Her walls clamped down hard—sucking him in.
"That's it—" he praised—his voice low and commanding. "Your body knows how to breed. A hundred and eighteen years waiting."
Her mind was gone—only instinct remained.
Mavis shattered—her second orgasm hitting harder than the first. Her walls convulsed around the woman breaker—milking him desperately. Her fangs sank deeper into his throat—tasting his blood as it flowed.
"Morty—Morty—!" she chanted his name like a prayer.
His Ultimate Mind noted her reaction—her breeding trigger was the cervix.
Morty's Ultimate Mind calculated the timing perfectly—his hips slamming forward one final time. His cum exploded deep inside Mavis—the woman breaker filling her to the brim. She screamed—her own release mixing with his hot seed.
Her walls spasmed around his massive cock—milking every drop. Her violet eyes went blank—pure ecstasy.
Morty groaned—his hips twitching as his seed flooded her womb. Hot—plentiful—designed to breed. Mavis shrieked—feeling his cum hit her cervix repeatedly. Her body accepted it greedily—her walls milking him dry.
"Fuck—" he hissed—his Ultimate Mind recording everything. Her fertility—her receptivity—her breeding potential.
Morty held inside Mavis—his Ultimate Mind processing data. Her cervix was highly receptive—perfect breeding potential. Her first pregnancy would last four months—a rapid, efficient gestation.
A sigil began forming on her lower abdomen—invisible until triggered. His Essence of the Binder marked her completely.
"You're bound to me now, Mavis," he stated flatly.
Mavis felt something change—a permanent link forged. His Essence of the Binder now allowed him to track her anywhere—his mind could hear her thoughts. His Sigil Marking meant she could never truly die—respawning safely in his storage.
Her father's teachings crumbled completely. This was absolute—eternal.
"What... what did you do to me?"
Morty smiled smoothly—his Ultimate Mind calculating the exact words. He looked into her violet eyes—his voice gentle.
"I've simply unlocked your full potential," he said warmly. "You're a vampire, Mavis. You were meant to mate. To feel pleasure. To have a family."
He brushed his hand against her hair. "My mark just... enhances it."
Mavis nodded slowly—her violet eyes dazed from the pleasure of the encounter. "A family... that's... not sinful?" She was still processing. Her father's voices whispered in her mind—contradicting Morty's words.
"Absolutely not," Morty affirmed. "Creating life is the most natural thing in the world. A hundred and eighteen years waiting."
Mavis looked down at her lower abdomen—feeling something warm settling there. "What's this feeling?" she whispered—tugging at her hoodie.
"My mark," Morty explained smoothly. "It connects us. You'll always know I'm near. You'll always feel... loved."
He omitted the mind control. The absolute orders. The ability to store her in a timeless void.
Mavis's mind clouded—her violet eyes glazed. She nodded—fully accepting Morty's generous version of events. She didn't see the mind control powers. She didn't feel the absolute orders settling into her subconscious.
"That's..." she started—hesitating. "That's... good?"
Morty smiled warmly. "The best, Mavis."
Mavis groaned as the first rays of sunlight hit the garage windows—burning her vampire skin like acidic water. Her father's voice echoed in her head—"Hide from the sun, girl. Never let it touch you." She panicked, scrambling for shade. But Morty's voice intervened calmly. "Easy."
Morty snapped his fingers—his Ultimate Mind quickly designing the perfect solution. He pulled a makeshift coffin from the garage supplies—lined with dark velvet and polished wood.
"In here, Mavis," Morty commanded—his voice soothing. "Until I build you something permanent."
Mavis scrambled inside—her skin sizzling as the morning sun breached the windows.
Mavis whimpered in the darkness—her vampire body safe within the coffin but slowly burning. She felt something shift on her ankle—like a bracelet but not. Her mind suddenly clarified—telepathic connection established. "Morty?" she whispered. "Are you... still there?"
The morning sunlight pierced through the garage windows—burning Mavis's vampire skin.
"Yes but I will have to leave soon for a human thing anyways, the garage AI can answer any questions you have."
Morty's gaze flickered back to Mavis—his expression softening momentarily before hardening with purpose. "I have a human obligation to attend to," he said clippedly. "The garage AI will be at your disposal. Ask it anything you need." He turned abruptly—heading for the door. "Stay out of the sunlight."