Danger, the milf neighbour lays out a dangerous trap for the hypnotist

The Raven and the Viper – A Mother’s Trap

The air in Aslan’s bedroom was thick with the scent of musk and something darker—something predatory.

"Everything is proceeding smoothly!"

The moment his door creaked open without warning, his newly awakened incubus senses flared like a sixth sense, prickling along his spine.

"Well, I may have talked too soon..."

Reya stood in the doorway, her emerald eyes sharp with suspicion, her arms crossed beneath the swell of her breasts. She wore a tight black dress that hugged every curve, the neckline dipping just low enough to tease the memory of his mouth on her skin. But there was no warmth in her gaze now—only calculation.

Behind her, two figures lingered like shadows given form.

Mara, the neighbor’s daughter—a porcelain-skinned, raven-haired beauty with lips like crushed rose petals and eyes the color of storm clouds. She wore a sundress that clung to her slender frame, her fingers nervously twisting the hem. But beneath that shy exterior, Aslan’s fledgling incubus senses detected something hungry.

And then there was Isabella, Mara’s mother—a statuesque brunette with the same sharp cheekbones as her daughter, but with a gaze like a honed blade. She wore a crisp white blouse tucked into tailored slacks, her arms crossed in a mirror of Reya’s stance.

They knew.

Or at least, they suspected.

Aslan’s lips curled into a slow smirk as he leaned back against his headboard, his golden eyes flickering between the three women. His incubus mark pulsed faintly beneath his shirt, responding to the tension in the room.

"Mom," he drawled, his voice dripping with false innocence. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Reya’s jaw tightened. "We need to talk."

Mara stepped forward, her storm-gray eyes wide with what looked like admiration. "A-Aslan," she murmured, her voice soft as silk. "I was hoping we could… spend some time together?"

A lie.

Aslan’s senses prickled again—her pulse was too steady, her pupils too controlled. She was acting.

Isabella’s gaze narrowed. "Reya tells me you’ve been… unusually close lately."

A trap.

Aslan exhaled through his nose, his mind racing. They were testing him. Probing. Trying to catch him in a slip, a flicker of guilt.

Time to play the game.

He let his smirk widen, his fingers drumming lazily against his thigh. "Mara," he purred, locking eyes with the raven-haired beauty. "You’ve always been so shy around me. What changed?"

Mara’s breath hitched—just slightly—but she held his gaze. "I just… realized how interesting you are."

Another lie.

Aslan’s incubus mark burned hotter.

Reya stepped forward, her hips swaying with deliberate provocation. "Mara has a crush on you, Aslan. Isn’t that sweet?"

Sweet?

No. This was a threat.

His mother’s surface thoughts brushed against his senses—fragmented, but clear enough. If he takes the bait, we have him.

Aslan chuckled, stretching his arms behind his head, letting his biceps flex. "Well, Mara," he murmured, his voice dropping to a velvet growl. "If you want to spend time with me… why don’t you come closer?"

Mara hesitated—just for a second—before stepping forward.

Bad move.

Aslan’s fingers snapped out, catching her wrist in a grip that was firm but not painful. His thumb stroked the delicate skin of her inner wrist, right over her pulse point.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

Her heartbeat was a frantic little bird in a cage.

"You’re nervous," he observed, his voice a whisper only she could hear. "Why?"

Mara swallowed. "I-I’m not—"

Aslan’s other hand rose, his fingertips brushing her cheek. His incubus mark flared, and for the first time, he pushed his will into another person.

Mara’s breath stuttered.

Her pupils dilated.

Her lips parted on a soft, involuntary gasp.

Got you.

Reya stiffened. "Mara?"

But the raven-haired girl didn’t respond. Her storm-gray eyes were locked onto Aslan’s, her body swaying slightly as if caught in a trance.

Isabella’s hand shot out, gripping her daughter’s shoulder. "Mara, snap out of it."

Too late.

Aslan’s smirk turned razor-sharp. "She’s fine," he assured them, his voice smooth as poisoned honey. "Aren’t you, Mara?"

Mara blinked slowly, her lips curving into a dreamy smile. "Y-Yes…"

Reya’s eyes widened.

Isabella’s grip tightened.

Aslan leaned in, his lips brushing Mara’s ear. "Tell me the truth, little raven," he murmured. "Why are you really here?"

Mara shuddered, her body betraying her. "T-To… catch you…"

The admission hung in the air like a guillotine’s blade.

Reya paled.

Isabella’s breath caught.

Aslan chuckled darkly, his fingers trailing down Mara’s arm. "Oh?" he mused. "And what were you supposed to catch me doing?"

Mara’s breath hitched. "Being… bad…"

Aslan’s golden eyes flicked up to meet Reya’s horrified gaze.

Checkmate.