Like a lamb to the slaughter

The Bedroom Gambit

"Dad’s taking the bed," Zeno announced later, fluffing a couch pillow with pathetic enthusiasm.

Mara stiffened, the last shreds of her willpower clawing through Nero’s fog. "Z-Zeno, wait—"

"His back," Zeno interjected, as if reciting scripture. "You know how it is."

Mara’s nails dug into her palms. This isn’t right.

Then—

Ettore’s hand settled on her lower back, his thumb pressing into the dimples above her ass.

Thump. Thump. THUMP.

Her pulse stuttered.

"I’ll... help him get comfortable," Mara heard herself say.

Zeno smiled. "You’re the best."

The Hypnotist’s Claim

The bedroom door clicked shut.

Ettore crowded Mara against the wall, his body shifting—shoulders broadening, stubble receding into smooth olive skin, his hazel eyes bleeding into molten gold.

"What the fuck is this... O-Ohmygod, what happened to Zeno's dad!?" A mental echo, dripping with shock and lustful arousal as his aphrodisiac pheromones began taking hold on.

Osiris Champion's Doppelganger... His demonic heritage was now on full display.

"N-No—" Mara’s protest was swallowed by Nero’s mouth, his tongue plundering hers with a hunger that left the voluptuous beauty dizzy.

"You knew," Nero growled against her luscious red lips, his claws ripping the young woman's sweater down to expose her tits. "Knew what I was the moment you smelled me."

Mara’s curvy thighs clamped down against her drenched panties.

"Hmmmph!!"

Nero laughed, his claws shredding the pale beauty's leggings with a single swipe. "Poor Zeno. So eager to share."

The incubus fat cock—thick as her wrist, veined and weeping—slapped against her belly.

"Scream for him," Nero whispered, hilting himself in one brutal thrust. "Let your fiancé hear how good you take his father."

"O-OHMYGOD!! FUCK!".

On the couch, Zeno turned up the TV.

"Well... I'm glad they are getting along at least."