The hypnotist's wild rodeo

Hypnotist's Gambit – A Viper's Venomous Embrace

The air in Aslan's bedroom crackled with tension, thick as the ozone before a storm. Mara swayed slightly in his grip, her storm-gray eyes glassy with the first tendrils of his hypnotic influence. Reya's breath came in shallow gasps, her manicured nails digging into her palms as she watched her son dismantle their carefully laid trap with terrifying ease.

Isabella moved first.

A glint of steel flashed in the dim bedroom light as she yanked a pearl-handled switchblade from her designer purse. The blade snapped open with a click that seemed to echo through the room.

"Aslan," she hissed, her voice dripping with venom, "let my daughter go now."

Mara whimpered, her body caught between Aslan's grip and her mother's command.

Aslan didn't flinch. His golden eyes locked onto Isabella's, his incubus mark pulsing hotter beneath his shirt. "Or what, Isabella?" he purred, his free hand trailing up Mara's arm in slow, hypnotic circles. "You'll stab me? In front of witnesses?"

Reya stepped forward, her emerald eyes wide with panic. "Isabella, stop—"

Isabella's knife hand trembled. "She's my daughter—"

A low, guttural hum vibrated in Aslan's chest—the same trigger tone he'd used on Reya in the shower.

Reya's body locked up.

Her pupils dilated.

Her lips parted on a silent gasp as the hidden command took root, unraveling her resistance like a knotted thread.

"Aslan is innocent," Reya heard herself say, her voice distant, as if someone else was speaking through her. She stepped between Isabella and her son, her body moving with unnatural grace. "You're... overreacting."

Isabella's knife wavered. "Reya, what the fuck—"

Aslan seized the moment.

His free hand shot out, fingers splaying inches from Isabella's face. His incubus mark burned through the fabric of his shirt, its hypnotic patterns swirling like liquid gold.

See.

Obey.

Submit.

Isabella's breath hitched. The knife clattered to the floor as her hand flew to her temple, her dark eyes losing focus. "N-No... I..."

Mara moaned softly, her body sagging against Aslan's as his power washed over her in waves. "A-Aslan... it's... hot..."

The bedroom walls seemed to pulse in time with Aslan's racing heartbeat. His fledgling incubus senses stretched, drinking in the women's fear, their confusion—their arousal. The more they resisted, the stronger his power grew.

Isabella staggered, her knees buckling. "W-What are you... doing to me...?"

Aslan stepped forward, guiding Mara's limp form to his bed before turning his full attention to Isabella. "Teaching you respect," he growled, his fingers tangling in her brunette locks. He yanked her head back, exposing the pale column of her throat. "You came into my home. Tried to trap me."

His other hand found the hem of her blouse, tearing it open with a single vicious pull. Buttons scattered across the hardwood like hail.

Isabella gasped as the cool air hit her bare skin, her lace-clad breasts heaving. "S-Stop—"

Aslan's mouth crashed down on hers, swallowing her protest in a searing kiss. His tongue **** its way past her lips, claiming her mouth with the same ruthless dominance his cock would soon claim her body.

Isabella whimpered—but her hands didn't push him away.

They clung.

Reya watched from the doorway, her body still locked in obedient stasis, her nipples pebbling beneath her black dress.

Mara writhed on the bed, her sundress rucked up around her thighs, her fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her panties.

Aslan broke the kiss with a wet pop, his golden eyes glowing with predatory satisfaction. "You feel it, don't you?" he murmured against Isabella's swollen lips. "The hunger. The need."

Isabella shuddered, her nails scraping down his chest. "Y-You're a monster—"

Aslan chuckled darkly, his fingers finding the clasp of her bra. "Then beg for your monster, Isabella."

The bra joined her ruined blouse on the floor.

Mara's breathy moans filled the room as she fingered herself, her storm-gray eyes fixed on Aslan's every move. "P-Please... touch me too..."

Reya's hips swayed unconsciously, her body moving toward the bed of its own accord. "A-Aslan... son..."

The word sent a fresh wave of heat through Aslan's veins.

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 bobbing against Isabella's parted lips.

"Open," he commanded.

Isabella's resistance crumbled. The mature woman's luscious lips parted, her tongue darting out to lick a tentative stripe along his length.

Mara whined, her fingers working faster between her legs. "M-Me too... please..."

Aslan smirked, his fingers carding through Isabella's hair as he guided her mouth onto his cock. "Patience, little raven," he purred, his hips rocking forward, forcing Isabella to take him deeper. "Your turn will come."

Isabella gagged as he hit the back of her throat, tears welling in her dark eyes—but she didn't pull away. Her hands gripped his thighs, her nails biting into his skin as she struggled to accommodate his size.

Reya climbed onto the bed behind him, her manicured hands sliding over his shoulders. "L-Let me help..."

Aslan groaned as his mother's lips found the sensitive spot between his shoulder blades, her teeth nipping at his skin. His incubus mark burned brighter with every touch, every lick, every moan.

Isabella's throat fluttered around him, her nose pressed to his pelvis as he fucked her mouth in shallow, relentless thrusts. Drool dripped down her chin, her mascara running in inky streaks.

Mara's fingers flew between her legs, her back arching as she teetered on the edge. "A-Aslan... I'm gonna—"

Aslan pulled out of Isabella's mouth with a wet pop, his hand wrapping around Mara's throat. "Not yet," he growled, his thumb pressing against her fluttering pulse. "You don't cum until I say so."

Mara whimpered, her hips bucking against his restraining grip. "B-But I need it—"

Aslan's free hand yanked her sundress down, exposing her pert breasts. His mouth closed over one pink nipple, sucking hard enough to bruise.

Mara screamed, her back bowing off the bed.

Isabella watched through hooded eyes, her fingers drifting between her own legs. "Y-You're corrupting her—"

Aslan released Mara's nipple with a wet pop, his smirk predatory. "I'm freeing her," he corrected, his fingers sliding down Mara's trembling stomach. "Just like I'll free you, Isabella."

His fingers found Mara's soaked panties, tearing them aside with a single vicious yank.

Reya's breath hitched as she watched her son claim the raven-haired girl, her own fingers dipping beneath the hem of her black dress.

Aslan's cock twitched at the sight—his mother, touching herself while he defiled their neighbor's daughter.

Perfect.

He lined himself up with Mara's dripping entrance, his golden eyes locking onto hers. "Say it," he commanded, his voice layered with power.

Mara's lips parted on a shuddering gasp. "I-I'm yours... please..."

Aslan sheathed himself inside her in one brutal thrust.

Mara's scream shattered the room, her nails raking down his back as he stretched her wide. Her inner walls fluttered around him, impossibly tight, impossibly hot.

Isabella moaned, her fingers working faster between her legs. "O-Oh god..."

Reya's dress pooled around her waist as she fingered herself, her eyes glued to where her son's cock disappeared inside Mara's virgin pussy.

Aslan set a punishing pace from the start, his hips slamming into Mara's with enough **** to shake the bedframe. The headboard banged against the wall in time with his thrusts, each impact driving Mara higher, higher—

"Cum," Aslan growled, his fingers tightening around Mara's throat.

Mara's body exploded, her back arching off the bed 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 Mara's womb in thick, pulsing spurts.

Isabella 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 Mara's well-used pussy. His incubus mark pulsed like a second heartbeat, its glow brighter than ever.

Stronger.

He turned to Isabella, his smirk widening as she flinched from his gaze. "Your turn."