After dinner, Valery and Malory spent the next two hours in Damon's room. They were eager to hear stories about his life on the Atrian continent, but Damon refused to talk about it. He rather hear about their lives after he left.
When Damon made it clear he wasnt going to open up, the twins had no choice but talk about themselves.
Damon planned to tell them how Suzan had sold him into slavery, but not yet. A few variables had to be in place for them to heighten the chances of them turning on their mother.
He could've easily lied to cover up Suzan's cruelty but he wanted Valery and Malory to know what a wicked bitch their mother was.
Eventually, fatigue crept into their eyes. Their laughter softened into yawns, and after a final round of goodnights, they left him alone.
When the door clicked shut, silence settled over the room.
Damon exhaled slowly and leaned back against the wall, his expression losing all warmth. The mask slipped and he turned inward.
"System," he muttered under his breath.
A faint interface showed up in his vision and he scanned through the information available to him.
Currently, he had five main goals; increase his lifespan, complete the Lust Trials, punish the hunters in Jake's party for abandoning him… hell, punish everyone who ever wronged him and destroy the Agency.
Damon's jaw tightened.
The Lust Trials and the Agency would take time. Too much time. He didn't know enough yet, and more importantly, he wasn't strong enough.
"I can't strike now," Damon thought, his teeth grinding softly. "I need to get stronger."
Rushing the Agency would be suicide.
He needed information. He needed leverage. He needed power.
'System can you track people?' Damon asked in thought.
{Error!!}
{Skill (Geolocation I) is currently locked. Price: 200 LustCoins}
Damon clicked his tongue in irritation.
"Of course."
The more he probed, the clearer it became: without LustCoins, the System was nearly useless. Everything meaningful was locked behind currency he didn't yet possess.
His thoughts drifted back to the ability he had used earlier.
A faint notification resurfaced in his vision.
{BloodLust Activated}
{Target Acquired: Suzan Salvatore}
{Description: Once a person ingests your blood, lust toward you is created and amplified every minute until it becomes an uncontrollable need to receive your cock and your seed. The more of your seed is received, the greater the desire for more.}
Suzan ingested his blood two hours ago. Damon couldn't understand why she hadn't come to him since. He was going to make her beg him to shove his cock deep in her racist pussy.
She would be the first he would enslave to his cock. Just when doubts about the System started to creep into his mind, he heard a knock on his door.
Knock! Knock!!
"It's me. Can I come in?" said Suzan from the other side.
Damon took a few seconds to prepare himself before answering.
"Sure," Damon replied, a forced smile on his face.
The door opened then Suzan took a deep breathe before walking in.
"I want to apologize for…" Suzan stood at a loss for words when she turned on the lights and found Damon seated by the side of his bed.
Naked.
She froze for a moment. Heart pounding in her chest, eyes zooming and absorbing Damon's body. A sudden heat ignited in her core.
"What?" Damon said, pulling her away from the lustful thoughts enveloping her mind.
Suzan's cheeks flushed.
"I-I-I." She had preplanned everything she wanted to say before knocking but her mind had suddenly gone blank with lust.
"Do you need to sit?" Damon asked, offering Suzan a spot on the bed.
She was wearing a sexy blue zippered pajamas shirt with matching shorts. Every cell in her body was screaming at her to say no and walk out of the room, but lust being the compelling force that it is, Suzan did the exact opposite.
"Thank you." She sat about a short distance from Damon. "I have so much to say."
Damon observed everything- the tension in her shoulders, the way her legs pressed together, the subtle quickening of her pulse in her throat.
"Why are you here?" he asked softly, placing his left hand on her thigh.
Her breath hitched.
"Nothing can justify my actions," Suzan began, her gaze dropping to the floor. "But you have to understand… I didn't have a choice. After your father died, things were… complicated. I handled it badly. I know I did."
Her voice wavered.
"I don't deserve your forgiveness."
You got that right, bitch.
"You can't imagine what you put me through," he exhaled gently, his thumb tracing slow circles against her thigh.
She looked at him then… really looked at him.
"Give me a chance to set things right," she said, her voice softer now. "I'll do anything to earn your forgiveness… my son."
The word hung between them.
For a split second, something flickered behind Damon's eyes. Damon couldn't believe what he heard. That was the first time since his father died she had called him her son. All acts of affection ended after his father died.
The memory of how she had treated him after his father's death. The coldness. The distance.
But the moment passed.
He watched her instead.
Her breathing was uneven now. The flush on her cheeks had deepened. Her gaze kept drifting downward despite herself.
BloodLust was working.
Slowly, but relentlessly.
The next moment, Suzan pulled down the zip of her shirt and her massive jugs spilled free; heavy, and perfect, nipples straight and rocky, begging for abuse.
Damon sat back and watched with no intention to stop her.
A bolt of electricity shot down to his semi-hard cock forcing it to look to the ceiling in seconds. He stared at her boobs like they contained the secret to immortality.
"I… I don't know what's wrong with me," she whispered.
Damon's smile sharpened almost imperceptibly.
"Oh," he murmured. "So this is the reason you're actually here? Using a fake apology hoping It'll give you want."
Her breathing grew heavier.
"Please. I-I need you," Suzan begged her eyes glued to his cock.
"You can start by taking care of this," Damon pointed to his hardened cock.
'There's no way he's attracted to me… but look at his manhood.' Suzan thought to herself. 'It's so big.'
She didn't expect human males to be so big.
"It's your fault it is like this and I can't sleep until it calms down." he growled, gripping the base of his cock and giving one slow stroke.
It was at this point, Suzan forfeited all warnings of common sense and submitted to the overwhelming weight of lust that had been gnawing at her.
"Okay, son," Suzan smiled reaching for his cock. "I will do my best."
She knew what Damon was asking of her wasn't right but she was no longer thinking with her brain. Her pussy had taken the wheel.
"Not yet." Damon seized her hand. Just as it was about to touch his cock.
Damon closed the distance between them.
She was still half-naked, her twin peaks sticking out. Her nipples were hard and pointing toward him, even without that, Damon could tell she was horny.
"He's coming closer… I don't think he's joking. I'm going to have sex… do I still remember how?" Suzan's head was filled with thoughts, but all of it washed away when Damon grabbed her breasts.
Her breasts were so big, he could barely cup them perfectly with his hands.
Damon grabbed both massive breasts in rough hands, barely able to palm them fully. He kneaded them roughly like dough and pinched her nipples until she gasped.
"Nggnnn…" Suzan moaned softly as Damon's hands fondled her breasts and nipples.
Suzan brought her face closer and soon both of their lips joined.
They engaged in frenzied kissing as Suzan wrapped her hands around Damon's neck. The kiss intensified; both tongues moved as they exchanged saliva.
Damon's hands wandered all over her body and finally settled on her ass, squeezing them above her clothes.
He broke the kiss, breathing ragged.
"Strip. Show me that dripping stepmom pussy."
Suzan's hands flew to her waist. Her shorts and panties were yanked down in one frantic motion, revealing her glistening glory hole to Damon.
Her pink lips were puffy and soaked. Before she could kick them off, Damon shoved her back against the wall. He brought his hands back on her tits, mauling them.
"These tits are fucking perfect." He latched onto a nipple, sucked hard, teeth grazing.
Beside Suzan's distinct horns and tail, her boobs were her most prominent feature as a Taurus.
Damon's hand slid down and his fingers found her drenched slit.
"Ahhnnn!!!"
Damon sent two fingers in without warning; deep and curling. His mouth was still working her nipple. The dual assault made her moan like a whore.
"Nn~Nggnn…"
He finger-fucked her harder and wet squelching sounds filled the room. Damon stopped sucking to watch her face twist.
"Look at you soaking my hand already. Pathetic. You're starving for my cock, aren't you?"
She clung to his shoulders and buckled her legs around him. Suzan's moans turned loud and shameless, but Damon didn't let up. He continued to drill his fingers deeper and faster into Suzan's pussy until her thighs shook violently.
She knew what was happening and just couldn't believe it. She was going to cum just from fingering.
"Damon I'm…"
She held onto Damon as she reached her peak, love juices flowing out of her wet hole.
He hauled her to the nearby table and bent her over it. Suzan couldn't move; she could only stare at Damon's dick and wait in anticipation as he positioned it in front of her wet pussy.
He spread her legs wide and slapped his cock against her soaked pussy; teasing and rubbing his thick head along her slit, coating himself in her mess.
"Nggnnn…" She whimpered
She wasn't sure what was wrong with her. She couldn't think straight and all she wanted was to be fucked by Damon all night long.
She had given up on ever having sex a long time ago, but now it was all she could think about. With her own stepson.
"Nggnnn…" Suzan let out a soft moan as Damon's dick brushed against her wet pussy and her tail flung around in anticipation.
Damon didn't just ram his dick in. He wanted to see what would happen if he kept teasing her. He continued rubbing his dick on her pussy without putting it in until Suzan just couldn't stand it anymore.
"Beg for it," he snarled. "Beg your stepson to fuck you stupid."
"Please…" Suzan's voice broke. "Please fuck me… I need your cock… please, son…"
Damon grinned like a predator then plunged his cock forward.
"Ahhhh!" Susan screamed as Damon rammed his dick deep into her sweet spot.