Dominating Mara's voluptuous mom

The Branding & The Broken Milf– A Viper’s Rewritten Past

The air in Aslan’s bedroom was thick with the musk of sweat, sex, and something darker—corruption. Mara lay sprawled across the rumpled sheets, her raven hair fanned out like spilled ink, her thighs still trembling from the brutal claiming she’d just endured. His cum dripped from her well-used pussy, glistening in the dim light like liquid pearl.

But Aslan wasn’t done with her.

Not even close.

He traced a single finger along Mara’s inner thigh, his golden eyes glowing with predatory intent. "You belong to me now, little raven," he murmured, his voice layered with hypnotic resonance. "And I think it’s time you wore my mark."

Mara’s storm-gray eyes widened, still hazy with post-orgasmic bliss. "Y-Your mark?"

Aslan smirked, his free hand drifting to his own hip, where the incubus sigil pulsed beneath his skin. "A smaller version," he clarified, his fingers trailing higher, teasing the damp curls between her legs. "Right here."

His fingertip pressed against Mara’s lower abdomen, just above her mound.

She gasped as a heat unlike anything she’d ever felt bloomed beneath his touch—a searing, claiming heat that made her back arch off the bed.

"Ah—!"

Aslan’s power surged, his incubus mark flaring bright enough to cast eerie shadows across the walls. The air itself seemed to vibrate as his will took shape, branding Mara’s flawless skin with a miniature version of his sigil—a swirling, hypnotic pattern that pulsed in time with her racing heartbeat.

Mara’s breath came in ragged pants as the pain melted into pleasure, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "I-It burns—but—oh god—"

Aslan leaned down, his lips brushing the fresh mark as it settled into her skin. "Mine," he growled against her flesh, his tongue flicking out to taste her sweat.

Mara whimpered, her hips bucking as the mark’s power flooded her system, rewriting her resistance into devotion. Her storm-gray eyes glazed over, her lips parting in a silent oh as the last of her free will crumbled.

"Y-Yours," she breathed, her voice dreamy, distant. "Always."

Isabella lunged.

"Get away from my daughter!" she shrieked, her manicured nails raking toward Aslan’s face.

He caught her wrist mid-swing, his grip ironclad.

"Tsk tsk, Isabella," he chided, his smirk widening as she struggled against him. "Did you really think you could stop me?"

Isabella spat in his face.

Aslan laughed, the sound dark and rich as he wiped the saliva from his cheek. "Oh, I’m going to enjoy breaking you."

His free hand shot out, fingers splaying against Isabella’s forehead. Osiris Champion's incubus mark burned, its power pulsing through his veins like liquid fire.

Corrupt.

Obey.

Submit.

Isabella’s breath hitched, the lustful milf's dark eyes losing focus as his power flooded her mind.

"Nice... I like feisty sluts."

But unlike Mara, she fought.

Her nails dug into his forearm, her teeth bared in a snarl. "N-No—get out of my head—!"

Aslan’s smirk faded, replaced by something colder—hungrier. "Oh, Isabella," he murmured, his voice layered with compulsion. "You don’t want me to leave."

His power pushed deeper, drilling into her psyche, searching for the cracks in her resolve.

And then—

He found it.

A memory.

Isabella, years younger, pressed against a wall at a college party, a faceless man’s hands groping her—

Aslan seized the memory, twisting it, rewriting the voluptuous mom's soul.

The faceless man morphed—taller, broader, hazel-eyed.

Him.

Isabella gasped, her body going rigid as the false memory seared itself into her mind.

"R-Remember now?" Aslan purred, his fingers tightening in her hair. "How good I made you feel?"

Isabella’s breath came in ragged pants, her dark eyes flickering between confusion and recognition. "I... y-you... touched me back then? H-How!?"

Aslan’s thumb brushed her lower lip. "I ruined you back then," he corrected, his voice dripping with venomous sweetness. "And now, I’m going to do it again."

He kissed her, hard and possessive, his tongue forcing its way past her lips. Isabella moaned into his mouth, her body betraying her as her hips rocked forward, seeking friction.

Mara watched from the bed, her fingers drifting between her legs as she played with her new mark. "M-More..." she whimpered, her storm-gray eyes glazed with lust.

Reya stood frozen by the door, her emerald eyes wide with a mix of horror and arousal. "A-Aslan... what are you doing to them?"

Aslan broke the kiss with a wet pop, his golden eyes locking onto his mother’s. "What I should’ve done to you from the start," he growled, his hands yanking Isabella’s slacks down her hips.

Isabella whimpered as his fingers found her soaked panties, tearing them aside with a single vicious yank.

"Please," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.

Aslan’s cock twitched at the word.

Please.

Not stop.

Please.

He shoved Isabella onto the bed beside her daughter, his hands making quick work of his belt. His cock sprang free, thick and already leaking, its flushed head nudging against Isabella’s trembling entrance.

"Say it again," he commanded, his voice layered with power.

Isabella’s dark eyes flickered—resistance crumbling. "P-Please... fuck me..."

Aslan slammed into her in one brutal thrust.

Isabella screamed, her back arching off the bed as he stretched her wide, her inner walls fluttering around his invading length.

Mara moaned, tthe young woman's fingers dipping into her own wetness as she watched her mother get ruined.

Reya’s breath hitched, her fingers inching beneath the hem of her dress.

*Plap!*

*Plap!!*

*PLAP!*

Aslan set a punishing pace, his hips pistoning into Isabella with enough power to shake the bedframe. The headboard banged against the wall, each impact driving Isabella higher, higher—

"Cum," Aslan growled, his fingers tightening around her throat.

Isabella exploded, her body locking around him as her orgasm ripped through her like a lightning strike. Her pussy milked him, her inner walls fluttering wildly around his cock.

Aslan roared as his own release tore through him, his cum flooding Isabella’s womb in thick, pulsing spurts.

Mara came untouched, her back bowing as she soaked the sheets beneath her.

Reya followed seconds later, her fingers working frantically between her legs as she watched her son claim another woman.

The room stank of sex and sweat and power.

Aslan pulled out slowly, watching his seed drip from Isabella’s well-used pussy. His incubus mark pulsed like a second heartbeat, its glow brighter than ever.

Stronger.

He turned to Mara, his smirk widening as she flinched from his gaze. "Now," he purred, tracing the fresh sigil on her abdomen. "Let’s make sure you never forget who owns you."