She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother

Chapter 533: True Succubus(1)

The grand master bedroom was bathed in the soft, golden light of late morning. Heavy velvet curtains were half-drawn, letting thin shafts of sunlight cut across the polished marble floor and the dark wood furniture. The air still carried the faint, lingering scent of expensive perfume and something warmer, more intimate.

At the center of the room stood a massive four-poster bed, its black silk sheets tangled and pushed halfway down.

A woman lay there, completely naked.

One arm curled loosely beneath her head, the other resting across the soft curve of her waist. Her long, dark hair spilled across the pillow in thick, glossy waves, framing a face that looked almost unreal in its perfection... high cheekbones, full lips slightly parted, long lashes casting delicate shadows against her skin. Even in sleep there was something predatory about her beauty, a quiet, dangerous allure that no ordinary woman could match.

Her body was the true masterpiece.

Full, heavy breasts rose and fell with every slow breath, the soft flesh pressing together in a deep, inviting cleavage. Her nipples, a shade darker than her pale skin, were relaxed in the cool air. The elegant line of her waist dipped inward before flaring out into wide, mature hips and a round, firm ass that the sheets only half-covered. One long, smooth leg was stretched out while the other bent slightly, revealing the soft inner thigh and the bare, smooth mound between her legs.

She looked like a painting of sin that had somehow come to life... mature, voluptuous, and utterly untouchable... yet lying there completely exposed.

A soft, broken sound escaped her lips.

"Please... Alex..." she murmured, voice low and trembling even in sleep. "I can’t take it anymore... please have mercy on me..."

Her full breasts rose and fell faster, the soft flesh trembling with each uneven breath as the dream refused to release her.

For a long moment she remained caught in that haze.

Then her dark lashes fluttered. Her eyes opened slowly, still hazy with sleep.

She blinked once, twice, as the reality of the room settled around her.

A soft, almost reluctant breath left her lips.

’C’mon, Natalia...’ a quiet, mocking voice whispered inside her mind. ’You still haven’t had enough of him? Even after getting ruined for a whole day and night...’

The woman was none other than Natalia Steele.

Her skin had become even paler, almost luminous, and her features more sharply defined. The air around her felt heavier, thicker with a natural seductive pressure that no ordinary woman could match.

If Alex were to see her now, even he would pause in genuine shock.

Natalia pushed herself up into a sitting position, the sheets sliding down her body and pooling around her hips. For a moment she simply sat there, naked, blinking as the fog of sleep began to clear.

A strange heaviness lingered in her limbs, as if she had been sleeping far longer than usual. Her mind felt slow, almost thick, until the memories started arriving one after another.

The Convocation.

Alex.

The way he had taken her in front of Marcus.

The choice he forced her to make.

Her cheeks flushed hot. Her heart gave a sudden, traitorous flutter.

She could still feel him.

It was as if his hands had never left her body. The phantom pressure of his fingers on her waist, the heat of his palms on her breasts, the possessive grip that had held her open while he drove into her again and again. Even now, sitting alone in her own bed, her skin remembered every place he had claimed.

Natalia closed her eyes, but the images only grew clearer.

He had fucked her for so long.

Longer than any man should have been able to. Longer than a succubus should have been able to endure. She remembered the moment her pride finally cracked, the moment a woman like her, a creature born to dominate desire, had started screaming for mercy. Begging him. Pleading with him to stop, to give her even a moment of rest.

Only then had he released her.

She had barely managed to dress and leave. The journey home had been a blur. The moment she stepped into this bedroom she had collapsed onto the bed, body still trembling, mind completely overwhelmed... and slept.

Natalia opened her eyes again, staring at her own bare thighs. A soft, shaky breath left her lips.

She was certain of one thing.

Alex had completely engraved himself into her. Body, mind, and bloodline — he had marked her so thoroughly that she could no longer deny it. And the most terrifying part was that she had accepted it.

Willingly. Without any real resistance.

Somewhere deep inside, she had even wanted it... feared that he might abandon her if she refused. After years of searching for a man strong enough to dominate her nature, she had finally found him.

She closed her eyes for a brief moment, a quiet, almost peaceful resignation settling over her.

He was her master now. And she was glad.

Natalia reached for the slim phone on the nightstand, her fingers moving almost on their own. She needed to know if he had contacted her.

The screen lit up with dozens of unread messages. Edward’s name appeared several times. Other numbers she recognized from the Steele household and family contacts flooded the list.

Natalia ignored every single one of them.

Her eyes moved straight to the name she was looking for.

Alex.

Several messages from Alex were waiting.

Her heart skipped as she opened them. Simple, direct questions... asking if she was alright, if her body had recovered, if she was feeling any side effects.

Natalia’s lips curved into a soft, almost shy smile. She typed quickly, her thumbs moving with quiet eagerness.

’I’m feeling better than I ever have.’

She hesitated for only a second, then added one more line before she could stop herself.

’I miss you.’

She hit send.

Only then did her eyes drift to the date at the top of the screen.

Two full days had passed.

Natalia stared at the numbers, frozen.

’Did I just sleep for two days straight...?’

A woman like her never slept that long... not unless she was in the middle of a true breakthrough, advancing to the next cultivation realm. The realization sent a sharp jolt through her chest. Excitement flared almost instantly.

She closed her eyes and turned her senses inward, carefully examining her body.

Power.

Thick, refined, and shockingly pure energy flowed through her meridians like liquid gold.

For a moment the sensation was so overwhelming she almost believed it... that she had finally broken past the Apex Realm and stepped into the next rank.

Her heart raced.

Then she forced herself to look deeper, more carefully.

No.

She was still at the peak of the Apex Realm. The threshold had not been crossed.

Yet the power circulating inside her was far beyond what a peak Apex cultivator should possess. It felt cleaner. Sharper. As if every impurity had been burned away, leaving only pure, concentrated strength.

Natalia opened her eyes, a strange expression crossing her face.

This... this was not a normal breakthrough. Something had thoroughly cleansed her.

’Have I... become a true succubus?’

A quiet suspicion formed in her mind—and for a moment, pure excitement surged through her. Her heart raced. Her lips parted in a soft, almost disbelieving smile.

Then she forced herself to breathe slowly.

Calm down.

She wasn’t certain yet. Not until she tested her skills on someone. Until then, it was only a suspicion.

She slowly ran a hand down her bare stomach, still feeling the residual heat of that night, and a quiet, almost disbelieving breath left her lips.

Whatever Alex had done to her... it had changed more than just her body.

Natalia rose from the bed, the silk sheets falling away completely. She needed to clear her head.

First, a bath.