“It looks like the red string of fate has brought us together again.” Damien’s tone was sultry and full of blatant seduction.

Mary stood with her back against the wall. To her right, Damien’s arm blocked her. With his other arm, the man--for he was anything but a boy now--clutched at her chin and tilted it up so she was forced to gaze into his eyes.

In the months she hadn’t seen him he’d grown much, both taller and wider. He had muscle packed on muscle, shoulders broad, arms and legs thick as tree trunks. Just like his mother, he now carried an innate sex appeal that turned Mary’s womanhood to mush. No, it was even stronger than his mother’s.

Muriel was part succubus, what’s more, she carried a very pure Asmodian bloodline. But as a woman, even though she did have an effect on others of the same gender, she was still built for the seduction of men.

Damien, however, was an Incubus. Even worse, he a male Asmodian. To understand the importance of this, you had to know that the Asmodians almost never produce a male.

When they did birth one, they were known as Semenus demons.

They were a very rare, very special type of Incubus. It meant that Damien was born for sin and temptation. It was every woman’s fate to fall at his feet and beg.

Thankfully, he had not yet fully awakened this particular bloodline. Yet, even so, it was beginning. Mary felt it now, deep in her sex. The yearning to submit, to please him.

As a fully grown woman, it was hard to bear.

The humans whose senses were dull did not experience this strongly yet. But any inhuman with keener senses would feel what she did now. She resisted it through will and experience, but she lamented any other inhuman who might come across him as he was now.

It would be exceedingly difficult to stand near him and not instantly wet.

Of course, this was not all due to his awakening bloodline. For the young girls he’s always been popular with, and some of the older women he’d encountered, it was his physical appearance and charm.

For the humans, this would still be the case for some time until he fully awakened his bloodline. All this newfound Glamour meant is he now had an added appeal to him, one that beings such as Mary whose sense of smell and taste were beyond those of a human would find quite. arousing.

As Mary looked into those magnificent amethysts, her panties slowly dripped with nectar.

She ignored that, however. Mary would never show how much his presence now affected her. There were two layers two this. One was her fear of Muriel, and the other was her respect for her daughter’s feelings for the youth.

Both of those were legitimate reasons to resist this. Not to mention, her heart already yearned for another.

So she did not push him away, indicating he somehow disturbed her state of mind. Nor did she show any interest. Instead, her face kept its usual emotionlessness.

“Having to follow your mother around will inevitably lead me back to you eventually, Young Master. This ha less to do with fate and more with her son complex.”

The boy(?) simply smiled. “Well, the how of it doesn’t really matter to me. I’m just glad to see you again.” He stepped back, freeing her from his entrapment. “You been good?” The previous air of seduction was gone. It seems like he’d done it merely for sport. Such is often the case with the Young Master, he enjoyed teasing others a bit too much.

“I’ve been quite well, Young Master. Vera?”

“She’s taken care of me splendidly.”

Mary noticed something just then. His eyes, turned a touch gentle at her daughter’s name. It made her wary.

“You sound pleased with her service.” She stated. “It also sounds like you two have grown....closer.” Mary was a beat late in the final word, but she didn’t think he noticed.

“Oh yeah, she’s been really cute lately. I’m not sure why. We haven’t really fought or anything, you know? It’s weird! But I like it.”

Mary heard this and her heart nearly froze. She suspected that the reason Vera had been getting along well with him

through all this time was due to the lack of Muriel and Dolly’s presence.

Vera was very jealous of Dolly and the girl hogged the Young Master’s attention constantly. It left the Vera bitter and made her do bad things in an attempt to earn even a bit of his time, no matter if it meant he and her had to fight. To her, it was enough that he looked her way. Or rather, it had to be enough.

The other half of this was Muriel. She, like Mary, had a healthy amount of both fear and respect for the woman. More the former than the latter, to be honest. Either way, being near the overprotective mother was stifling.

Vera could never rest easy knowing she was around. One misstep, and who knew what the woman would do? Her daughter was unable to express her true feelings with Muriel looming over her head.

Now, with Dolly out of the way, she did not have to be mean to catch Damien’s eye. And because Muriel hadn’t been around either, she was able to show her affection even if just to a certain extent.

So of course they’d get along better.

But that didn’t matter to Mary. What mattered was the fact they did grow closer. The Young Master was a man who was very open with his own like or dislike for a person. It was not a good thing to know that he now had a deeper love for Vera. In fact, it was dangerous.

Forget that they were essentially half-siblings, there was also Muriel. Would she think they had become too close? If so, what actions would she take? It was anyone’s guess.

“That’s good to hear,” She lied. But in fact, Mary felt a great unease knowing the Young Master and her daughter were now “friendly”. She was happy for her daughter having a period of time where she could freely, at least to some extent, admit her feelings for him.

But she also knew Vera would have to cherish the memories of the last few months with him, because it was now at an end.

“I don’t plan to give her back, by the way.” The Young Master’s next words confused her.

“What?”

“I’m keeping her.”

“...I’m not sure I follow?”

He folded his arms and took a determined stance. “Vera’s mine.”

Mary nearly fainted. Just what has that rambunctious sapling of her’s been doing all this time?!

We’re dead. Dear child, you’ve killed us all!