My Horny Stepmom Turns Me into Her Vampire Slave-Chapter 35: The main course
N-No, not again...
In the middle of the night, a weight on his stomach wakes Chris.
He doesn’t even need to open his eyes to know who it is.
It feels like déjà vu, but this time he knows she’s not waking him to ask for help.
"Z-Zaira... please, I’m exhausted, and Isabelle said training starts tomorrow."
She looks down at him with a sulky expression, but Chris can’t see it — her large breasts completely block his view.
She’s straddling him, her bare thighs tight against his sides, wearing only a tank top — no underwear.
He can tell from the way her nipples press against the fabric, from the tickle of her soft hair, and from the wetness of her pussy against his abdomen.
"I promised you the main course tonight, right? After all these appetizers, I’d say it’s finally time."
"Yeah, exactly... after four appetizers I’m full... and I’m tired too!"
"You might be full, but I’m not! Damn, I didn’t think you were this selfish, Chris! Make one last effort — pull out that big cock and make me come too."
"I didn’t say I don’t want to make you come, I said not now! And I didn’t ask you to make me come four times — you did that on your own."
"I did it because I know having your cock in my mouth pleases you as much as it pleases me. I love it more than anything, and since you won’t give it to me willingly, I’ll just take it myself."
Just like that afternoon, Zaira’s irises glow violet, followed by Chris’s.
It’s Charming Magic again, but no illusions this time — Zaira is using it to control Chris’s body.
His hands move on their own, pulling off his boxers, then Zaira’s tank top. They’re both completely naked now.
Then she drops onto Chris, her tongue slipping into his mouth.
As she kisses him, Zaira rubs her body against his, trying to wake him up. Her breasts press against his chest, her soaked pussy against his half-hard cock, slowly making it grow harder.
He squeezes her ass and breasts hard while she stimulates him — his movements driven by her succubus magic.
Every part of his body now responds to Zaira’s commands, and Chris, powerless, can do nothing but let her take control.
D-Damn... so this is what Mia felt when this sex-crazy girl kept bothering her without any shame...? Not that having a horny bombshell on top of me is a bad thing, but damn, there’s a limit... give me a break!
But the words he wants to say stay in his head — he can’t even speak freely because of the Charming Magic.
Instead, something else comes out of his mouth.
"Zaira, take my huge cock and do whatever you want with it. I want to fuck you until I destroy your pussy and then cum inside you."
No, damn, that’s not true! I mean, yes, but it’s not what I wanted to say! I swear that as soon as she frees me from this spell, I’ll give her a piece of my mind!
"Of course, my beloved stud. Tear me open with your giant cock — I want to feel it pushing all the way up to my stomach."
Zaira lifts her hips, bringing her wet pussy over his fully hard erection. Then she slowly lowers herself down.
She bites her lower lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to hold back the moan building in her throat as his erection pushes into her, centimeter by centimeter.
In the end, she covers her mouth with both hands when Chris’s cock is fully inside her.
Zaira starts moving her hips slowly, trying to get used to his size despite her natural predisposition.
One of the natural traits of succubi is having a body designed to accommodate the exaggerated size of incubi — their male counterparts. And yet, Chris’s is so far beyond human average that even a succubus struggles to take it fully.
Chris’s controlled hands move back to her large breasts. He squeezes them hard, then pulls her toward him, forcing Zaira to bend over him, burying his face in them.
His tongue moves from one breast to the other, soaking them in saliva and licking her nipples until they grow rigid like stalactites.
The pleasure from Zaira’s increasingly frantic movements makes the Charming Magic unnecessary.
She realizes it too and releases it shortly after. As soon as she does, Chris picks up right where he left off.
They roll across the mattress, tangled together.
Their naked bodies, slick with sweat and saliva, intertwine without pause. Zaira’s legs wrap tightly around his hips as Chris, now above her, drives his cock into her with deep, frantic thrusts.
"H-Harder, Chris... push it all the way in! Hurt me... violate me... use me again and again! I-I want to be your slut... your only dirty slut, hungry for your cock! M-Make me cry out in pain and pleasure, my stud!"
It’s official, this girl is completely out of her mind... but damn, she turns me on so much! If all succubi are like this, I want to be reborn as an incubus in my next life. But right now... let’s tame this slut!
Chris grabs her firmly by the hips and flips her onto her stomach.
His fingers tangle in her red curls, pulling them hard and forcing her to lift her head, exposing her neck.
He licks along it, from her shoulder blade up to her ear, back and forth, making her shiver.
He holds back from slapping her ass only because the noise would reach Isabelle. So instead he squeezes her breasts from behind, while his other hand presses over her mouth to muffle her high-pitched moans.
Chris keeps thrusting until he feels a warm flow along his erection — Zaira’s orgasm.
"I-It was... the best fuck of my life... you did good, my stud," Zaira pants, collapsing onto the mattress.
She’s come, and Chris’s job is done. He could finally go back to sleep, but he doesn’t even think about it and starts thrusting again, harder than before.
Their roles have reversed — now he’s the one dominating her, while she lies helpless at his mercy.
She’s completely exhausted, unable to move, but Chris doesn’t care.
He holds her limp body by the hips, driving into her with his final intense thrusts until his cum mixes with her slick.
An hour of unrestrained sex leaves them more exhausted than any fight ever could. The fatigue hits them both at once, and they collapse side by side, falling asleep.
