Mara, the young slut begs for his cock

The Cumslut's Baptism & The Viper's Collar – A Feast of Corruption

The bedroom air hung thick with the cloying scent of sex—spilled seed, feminine arousal, and the electric tang of supernatural power.

BREED

CORRUPT

DOMINATE

Aslan's incubus mark pulsed like a living thing beneath his skin, its golden patterns writhing with every ragged breath the women around him took.

Mara lay sprawled across the rumpled sheets, her raven hair a dark halo around her flushed face. The fresh sigil on her lower abdomen glowed faintly, its intricate swirls pulsing in time with her rapid heartbeat. She whimpered as Aslan's fingers traced the mark, her storm-gray eyes glassy with submission.

"Does it hurt, little raven?" Aslan murmured, his thumb pressing just hard enough to make her gasp.

"N-No," Mara breathed, her hips arching unconsciously toward his touch. "It... it burns... but..."

"But?"

Her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips. "Good burn."

Aslan's smirk was a razor's edge. He gripped her chin, forcing her gaze down to where his cock—still glistening with her mother's juices—lay heavy against Isabella's slack lips. "Then prove it," he purred. "Clean me."

Mara's breath hitched. A flicker of hesitation crossed her face—there and gone—before the sigil on her abdomen flared brighter. Her pupils dilated, her lips parting on a soft, needy whimper.

Isabella stirred beneath them, her dark lashes fluttering as she regained consciousness. Her first sight—her daughter, crawling toward Aslan's cock like a starving thing.

"M-Mara...?" Isabella's voice was raw from screaming.

Mara didn't even glance at her mother. Her pink tongue darted out, kitten-licking the head of Aslan's cock, lapping up the mingled flavors of salt and Isabella's essence. A shudder wracked her slender frame, her storm-gray eyes rolling back as the taste hit her tongue.

"Oh god—"

Aslan tangled his fingers in her hair, forcing her down further. "Swallow it all," he commanded, his voice layered with power. "Every. Last. Drop."

Mara moaned, her lips stretching obscenely around his girth as she took him deep. Her throat fluttered around him, her nose pressed to his pelvis as she choked—but didn't pull away. Tears streaked her flushed cheeks, her fingers clawing at his thighs as she learned her new purpose.

Isabella scrambled upright, her manicured nails digging into the sheets. "S-Stop! You're—you're twisting her—"

Aslan's free hand shot out, gripping Isabella's throat. His incubus mark burned, its power pulsing through his fingertips. "No, Isabella," he corrected, his voice velvet-wrapped steel. "I'm freeing her. Just like I freed you."

The false memories surged—

Isabella, younger, bent over a dorm room desk, Aslan's cock buried in her ass—

Isabella, moaning into a pillow as he branded her with his teeth—

The mature slut spreading her fat pussy in all its perverted glory, begging for his seed like a bitch in heat—

She gasped, her dark eyes losing focus as the fabricated past overwrote reality. Her thighs clenched, her lace panties soaked through as the phantom sensations flooded her system.

"R-Remember now?" Aslan purred, his thumb stroking her fluttering pulse. "How good I made you feel?"

Isabella's breath came in ragged pants. "I... y-you... owned me..."

Mara pulled off his cock with a wet pop, her lips swollen and glistening. "H-He owns both of us now, Mommy," she slurred, her voice drunk on submission.

Reya watched from the doorway, her emerald eyes wide, her fingers pressed to her parted lips. The sight of her son—her baby boy—reducing two proud women to wanton things should have horrified her.

Instead, heat pooled between her thighs.

Aslan's golden eyes flicked to his mother. "Something wrong, Mom?"

Reya's breath hitched. "N-No, I just..."

"Just what?"

Her manicured nails dug into her palms. "I want one too."

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

Aslan's smirk was predatory. He released Isabella, stalking toward his mother with deliberate, hungry steps. "One what, exactly?"

Reya's pulse fluttered at her throat. "A... a mark," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Like hers."

Mara whimpered, her fingers tracing her own glowing sigil. Isabella moaned, her thighs rubbing together as the false memories deepened.

Aslan closed the distance between them, his fingers tangling in his mother's honey-blonde hair. "You want my brand on your skin?" he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Want everyone to see what you really are?"

Reya shuddered, her resolve crumbling like sand through fingers. "Yes."

Isabella crawled toward them, her dark eyes glazed with need. "M-Me too," she slurred, her fingers clutching at Aslan's thigh. "P-Put it... here."

Her trembling hand pressed between her breasts—right over her heart.

Mara giggled, high and breathless, her fingers dipping between her legs. "M-Make Mommy pretty for you..."

Aslan's cock twitched, his incubus mark burning with near-painful intensity. The power surged through him—hotter, hungrier than ever before.

He shoved Reya onto the bed beside Isabella, his hands making quick work of her dress. The fabric ripped under his fingers, baring her lush curves to the dim light.

"Please," Reya breathed, her back arching as his fingers traced the swell of her perky breast.

Isabella whimpered, her nails scraping down her own stomach. "Please."

Mara moaned, her fingers working frantically between her legs. “O-Ohmygod, yes!”

The word echoed—a chorus of submission.

Aslan's power exploded outward, his will twisting into physical form. Twin sigils flared to life—one on Reya's inner thigh, one over Isabella's heart. The women screamed as the marks seared into their flesh, their bodies bowing off the bed as the corruption took root.

Reya clawed at the sheets, her back arching as the mark bonded to her soul. "A-Aslan!"

Isabella thrashed, her dark hair sticking to her sweat-slicked skin as the false memories solidified. "M-Master!"

Mara came untouched, her back bowing as her own mark pulsed in sympathy.

Aslan roared, his release splattering across all three women—claiming them, binding them, corrupting them—

The bed shook.

The air crackled.

The harem was born.