My Horny Stepmom Turns Me into Her Vampire Slave

After a final, lingering moan, Zaira collapses onto Chris — both completely naked on his bed.

In the background, the sound of running water from the bathroom — Mia is in the shower.

"Ugh... not even a good fuck can make my anger go away..." Zaira mutters, sprawled over him, still with his cock inside her, his cum slowly dripping down her thighs.

"Are you mad...? Why?"

"You’re really asking? Mia wiped the floor with me in training, but fine — the gap between us keeps growing every day. But you beating me one-on-one... grrr — that’s just frustrating! I really am the weakest now, and as if that wasn’t enough, you must’ve said it ten times already!"

"Come on, Zaira, I was just joking! Besides, you used to make fun of me when I was the weakest... I still remember when you tried to kill me!"

"T-That was different! And anyway, it’s only because of your Innatus that you beat me. Without it, I’d still be stronger... and now I’ll prove it!"

"Z-Zaira, what the hell are you—"

He doesn’t even finish before the Charming Magic takes hold.

Zaira sits up on him, looking down with a sadistic, satisfied smile.

"Not so untouchable without your Innatus, huh? Now... I’ll make you pay — that’ll teach you to call me weak!"

She slides off him and points to the door.

"Go on, my loyal stud. Use your vampire powers, get it hard again, and go set an ambush for your sister."

Chris obeys without a word. He leaves the bedroom and drags himself down the hallway — like a naked zombie, his erection pointing straight at Mia like a compass to the north.

He stops in front of the bathroom door, the sound of the shower still running beyond it.

Zaira watches with amusement, following him step by step.

Then, he suddenly throws the door open.

The shower stands across from him, in the far corner of the bathroom. Steam fills the room, but through the fogged glass, Chris clearly makes out his prey — naked, long black hair with red highlights falling loose almost to her knees.

"W-Who’s there!" Mia shouts, cutting off the water.

No answer. Through the glass, she sees a naked figure approaching, arms outstretched.

"C-Chris, is that you? G-Get out right now — can’t you see it’s occupied? I swear, one more step... and I’ll kill you!"

Those threats don’t even reach him — completely under the Charming Magic.

Mia watches him get closer, step by step... until he suddenly throws the glass door open.

Her face flushes bright red. Instinctively, she covers herself with one hand below and one across her chest — but it’s not enough to hide her ample breasts.

"W-What the hell is wrong with you, Chris?! I-I’m warning you — you’ve got one second to get out, or—"

She doesn’t get to finish. Chris grabs her wrists and slams her back against the tiled wall. Then he lunges in, pressing his naked body against her wet one, his erection pushing between her thighs in search of its target.

"C-Chris, what the hell is this?! G-Get your hands off me right now! T-That’s something you do with your dear Zaira, not with me! I-I could hear you from the shower — you damn perverts! G-Go back to her if you still want to do that kind of stuff, you damn animal in heat!" she snaps, irritation edging closer to jealousy than anger.

Chris doesn’t catch it — the mind control clouds his thoughts. And even if it didn’t, he probably wouldn’t notice anyway.

Zaira does.

The succubus smirks, watching from the doorway, her head peeking inside.

Mia tries to pull free, keeping her thighs tightly shut to block the erection pressing against them — but it’s only an act.

She’s stronger than Chris. She could break free in an instant, yet something holds her back. His lips keep searching for hers, his tongue brushing her neck and face, his firm chest pressing against her soft breasts, his erection sliding between her thighs, trying to force its way in.

All of this is driving her out of her mind, pushing her to the edge of giving in.

"C-Chris... why are you doing this?" Mia murmurs, her voice faint, her resistance fading until nothing is left. She only keeps her thighs slightly crossed, sealing herself off — soaked, but not from the shower.

Chris doesn’t answer. He keeps grinding against her. With his hands free, he grabs her breasts, squeezing them as he buries his face between them, licking them hungrily.

Mia’s trembling hand settles on the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. Instead of pushing him away, she pulls him slightly closer.

"I-Is it because you like me...?" she murmurs, her breath growing heavier and uneven. "Or maybe... because you love me...? If that’s the case, tell me... please..."

As she speaks, she parts her thighs slightly, just enough to let his erection slip through, the tip pressing against the entrance of her throbbing pussy.

"S-Say something, Chris... please, I need to know... because if that’s true, then I..."

Mia bites her lip, stopping herself before she can finish.

"D-Don’t think I wouldn’t want to do the same things you do with Zaira and Isabelle. It’s just... I’m not the kind of girl who’s okay with being just one of many you mess around with. B-But if you say you love me... then maybe I could..."

Mia wraps her arms around his neck, her lips searching for his. When she finds them, her tongue slips timidly into his mouth.

It’s the second time she kisses Chris, but the first was under the effect of the Tear of Azkarith — so it feels like her first.

She’s clumsy, awkward... like someone who’s never kissed anyone before.

She spreads her legs wider, a low, intense moan slipping from her lips as she feels his hardness slide between her thighs. The excitement she had been holding back spirals out of control as he rubs against her most sensitive spots, until he reaches the crack between her ass cheeks.

Chris’s fingers sink into her ass — he lifts one of her thighs, guiding her leg up until it rests over his shoulder.

"C-Chris... go easy on me, please. It’s my first time..." Mia murmurs, her voice shy as she looks away, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.

It’s when her gaze drifts past his shoulder that she notices Zaira’s head peeking from the doorway — and in an instant, it clicks.

Chris isn’t himself. He’s under Zaira’s Charming Magic. The unusual roughness, his silence... everything falls into place.

Mia’s arousal turns to fury in an instant, while Zaira snickers, fully aware she’s been caught.

She drives a punch into Chris’s head hard enough to snap him out of it.

"Ow!" he whines, rubbing the back of his head. "S-Sorry, Mia, i-it’s not my fault! It was Zaira! She used her magic on me and—"

"Out. Now." she cuts him off, her voice cold, her eyes promising bloodshed.

Chris doesn’t need to be told twice.

"Oh, come on, Mia, you should be thanking me — I was just giving you a push. If it were up to you, you’d die a virgin! So? How did it feel having your brother’s huge cock between your thighs? Nice, right? And that’s nothing compared to what it feels like once it’s inside. Trust me... you need to try it!"

Mia doesn’t even acknowledge her.

"Zaira, you have three seconds to disappear as far away as possible... and pray I don’t find you in the next few hours!"