Chris Valakis lies face-down on the bed, his face buried between his stepmom Isabelle’s thighs.
His tongue licks inside her wet pussy.
He reaches for Isabelle’s huge breasts.
He’s about to slide his hand under her bra when— "Ouch!"
She slaps his hand away.
"I... aaah... I didn’t say you could touch my tits... aaah... once you get stronger... I’ll let you do that too."
"I-It’s not fair... you said I couldn’t have sex with you, not that I couldn’t touch you..."
"Shut up and keep licking my pussy, slave!"
Ugh... she’s insanely sexy, but a real dictator! I thought being a sex slave would be paradise... but this is hell!
But how did Chris end up in this situation? Let’s go back three hours earlier.
"Ugh... I sotis think you adopted four years ago just because you needed a little slave!" Chris grumbles.
It’s already pitch dark as he walks the last few ters to the small apartnt on New York’s outskirts.
He’s loaded like a pack mule, dragging two grocery bags in each hand, filled to the brim.
"Stop complaining. You should be thanking — I’m turning you into the perfect husband. My future daughter-in-law will be grateful," Isabelle replies.
"Yeah, yeah. I’m sure she’ll build a statue in your honor."
Just then, a strong gust of wind blows through Isabelle’s long platinum hair — lifting her coat and skirt just enough to reveal the red lace thong underneath.
And Chris, walking right behind her, has neither the reflexes — nor the intention — to stop himself from staring at it.
Isabelle may be a slave driver, but she’s seriously hot! And that insane ass! It’s so firm and athletic you’d never guess she works as a cleaning lady — it looks more like a volleyball player’s!
Chris ntally slaps himself.
Oh, co on. I need to get a grip! That’s my stepmom!
Isabelle gives Chris a quick, sly glance.
"Ah, this naughty wind... Good thing this area is empty at night. If soone saw like that, it would’ve been embarrassing, wouldn’t it?"
"What are you talking about? Did sothing happen?"
Chris plays dumb, and Isabelle lets out a quiet snicker.
"Nothing interesting obviously. Anyway, what do you want for dinner tonight? You’ve been my pack mule all afternoon, so you at least deserve a proper dinner."
"I’d go for a fish burger with fries, but Mia doesn’t like it, so you choose."
"Oh, don’t worry about that — Mia’s out with her volleyball team tonight. Fish burger and fries it is."
Suddenly, Isabelle stops in her tracks.
"Shit..." she hisses.
Chris doesn’t even have ti to understand the sudden change in his stepmom’s mood before dozens of green magic circles appear on the asphalt around them.
A mont later, a column of bright energy rises from each circle. When the light fades, dozens of goblins surround Isabelle and Chris.
The creatures carry long daggers and wear leather armor — except for one, wearing a long tunic and holding a staff.
"T-This... is so kind of Halloween rehearsal, right? A-Any second now they’ll say trick or treat... right, Isabelle?"
"No, Chris. I don’t think that’s why they’re here."
"Where is the princess?! Tell and I’ll spare your life, vampire," the robed goblin says coldly.
V-Vampire... why did he call Isabelle that? W-Who the fuck are these freaks dressed like monsters? And who the hell is this princess they’re talking about...? Shit, I think I’m going to pass out!
"Clearly you don’t know who I am. Otherwise you’d think twice before talking to like that, you stupid goblin mage."
"I don’t know and I don’t care. My magic tells you’re a vampire, and the princess is hiding in this city, so you must be working with her. I won’t repeat myself — or I’ll kill you both!"
"You’re not the first rcenary squad to co here for the princess’s head, and you won’t be the last. But it doesn’t matter — you’ll end up just like the others."
Chris’s already fragile sanity breaks as a violent vortex of blood-red energy spins around Isabelle.
He sees her stretch out an arm, and an enormous sword of solid blood forms in her hand.
The crimson storm around her is so intense it cracks the asphalt beneath her feet.
All the goblins — including the robed one — almost get blown away by the sheer release of her mana.
"Chris. Stay where you are. I’ll handle this in a second — and explain everything later."
He just nods.
"Do you think you can scare us? Attack!"
At the robed goblin’s command, dozens of goblins charge at Isabelle.
They last as long as dry leaves in a hurricane.
With every swing of her massive blood blade, bodies explode and scatter through the air.
It’s a massacre unfolding before the horrified eyes of Chris and the goblin mage — though their fear cos from different reasons.
Barely a second after the robed goblin gives the order, she wipes out the entire rcenary squad.
"H-How is this possible...? No one told soone this strong was protecting the princess! Who the fuck are you, you damned vampire?!"
"Who I am doesn’t matter..."
Isabelle points her blade at the goblin.
"...now you die."
"No! I... I will kill you, damned vampire!"
A green beam bursts from the tip of his staff and shoots at Isabelle, but she cuts through it with a single swing.
In the next instant, she dashes forward and slashes the mage with a strike so fast his body is ripped open before he even realizes what happened.
The raging crimson vortex fades, along with the blood sword.
"Well, Chris, I guess I owe you so explanations—"
But a scream of rage and despair cuts her off before she can finish.
Chris lies on the ground in a pool of blood, a dagger buried in his back.
Beside him lies the corpse of a goblin who, in a last desperate move, managed to stab him from behind.
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