Capítulo 7: Incubus Demonio – Sinful Story – Chapter 6
"My darling boy!" A slender woman with a prominent bust, slender waist shorter than Django, is hugging him tightly and gushes happily. To make matters worse. The Incubus is not wearing shit and can feel that his mother is not wearing a bra over the said prominent bust. Her outfit looked ready to spill out of her with the slightest of movements, along with having a pair of wide, childbearing hips and a matching massive pillow ass.
Cause why not... Just add more trauma that no therapist can fix.
Long wavy chocolate brown hair that is braided around her head and tied with a blue and red bow around the back.
"I miss..." A kiss to his cheek "SO MUCH!!" more kisses on the boy's face who is conflicted on how to act.
If you haven't guessed it, this is Fiona, a succubus queen and the birth mother of Django who is doing his best not to get weirded out by this—definitely ignoring how soft she is or how a woman like her can smell so nice.
"Alcohol better work on me", Django just blurted out as he let his birth mother just hug and kiss until she was tired. So far, it's been over five hours since he walked back in with Nessova over his shoulder and had gotten over his shock of meeting his mother.
Now he just wishes that she would let him go already.
"Mhm. Mhm." the woman, who is quite cheery, rubbing her head against his chest.
"Nessova, are you... going to help your prince?" Django said with a sense of pleading. His eyes were twitching as he stared at the unhelpful bitch that was doing something else instead of helping him.
"Yes! I'm coming!" Juri moaned as she held her tight into her arms while Nessova erupted deep inside her asshole right when she reached climax.
After mating with the prince of lust has given Nessova a new ability. An ability to conjure tentacles.
The redhead was breathless as she was sitting on her demoness's laps, her legs wrapped around her waist as she held her by the butt cheeks. "Ah… ah… It's amazing every time we… ah… do it," She whispered as she planted kisses on her neck. "Let's do it again... What... number... are we... on?"
"69... Though we might not have sex in a while since we are not helping our master with his really hot milf mother."
This gets a scalding glare from Django that Nessova feels at the back of her head.
"Hey, mother Can you help him out so he won't be too angry with us," Juri asked.
Alcohol better fucking work on him.
"If only my son agrees," said Fiona, never changing her beaming attitude.
The normality of her tone somehow made it all the worse! "Stop having sex and order me every single drink in the world. To hell with sobriety! Pretty gramps has an empty bare somewhere in this totally gigundous penthouse!" Django yelled, sitting on a very fancy, soft and expensive couch.
His grandfather must have read "Richie Rich mixed with Tenchi Muyo" because who installs a beach... A BEACH in one of the rooms. It was so much waste of money as that bastard forcing him to spend a million dollars a day to keep this crap.
"Speaking like a professional but still manage to keep Succubus' nature, I really like that attitude of yours, Head Fiona" Nessova smiled and gave her a thumb up ", You train your son in controlling his power so that my sister can be enslaved as well."
"In time, you horny slut." Fiona smiled. "I can tell even how soft he is right now. My son will dominate your sisters."
"And with that, I'm drinking until I pass out," Django said.
"Human liquor can't make us, sweetie."
"That sounds like a challenge... I love a challenge," He responded quickly. After about 12 bottles of rum, skittles, and vodka, Django is sure that will knock him and forget this day.
This gets him a flirtatious wink from the older woman. Django can tell if she is serious or not. "Mother... can you please stop?" Trying vehemently not to picture the stepson/stepmother pron scenario.
Why did his art teacher tell him to look up hentai for drawing lessons?
"Let's talk about your harem, son." Fiona finally let him go. "I used to have one before I met your father and 'mated' with him."
Yeah, no therapist can fix today.
Django groans loudly at the unwanted information. "So you mated with dad? Big deal."
"I mated with him every day!" Fiona giggled while using the back of her hand to hide her mouth" Mating to Succubus is something very important. I loved your father, but it is still not enough to make me mate with him just like others of our kind, like the ones. The bond between a Succubus and her mates are sacred. You can have thousands of food resources, but you can only have one man you are deeply in love with within your life. Just like you, my son, you can have multi lovers, maybe even succubus who mated with you, and you can love them back in return too if you want, but there is always an extraordinary girl who you will love more than anything or anyone."
Django was silent at that. So far, he only thought sex demons like his mother and Nessova, maybe his grandmother were creatures of sex and lust, as they would do anything to have sex and suck out the life of their partners, killing them in the process before heading to the new ones. But, hearing his mother tell him about it had utterly changed Django's view of the Succubus and Incubus.
"But since your the prince lust, it doesn't really matter to you."
"Then why would..." Django stops mid-sentence and prays for this day to be over.
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