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

Chapter 503: Succubus Awakening

”What happened, my son?” she whispered, her tone filled with maternal concern. ”You had a nightmare... why are you crying?”

Marcus tried to speak, but his voice was weak and broken. The memories felt jumbled and chaotic — Tyler, Robert, Sophia, the brutal fight, the crushing humiliation, and the devastating image of his mother with Alex... but they were already starting to blur at the edges, slipping away like sand through his fingers.

Natalia leaned closer, gently pulling him into her embrace. She wrapped her arms around him protectively, one hand stroking his hair while the other rested on his back. Marcus instinctively leaned into her warmth, seeking comfort like he had done as a child.

”Shhh... it’s alright,” she murmured softly, her voice low and rhythmic, almost hypnotic as she held him close. ”Nothing bad happened to you, my son. It was just a girl... just a bad dream. Forget her. Let her fade away.”

As she held him, a subtle wave of soothing energy flowed from her touch, relaxing his tense muscles and quieting the storm in his mind. Marcus’s breathing slowed, his chaotic thoughts gradually smoothing out under her gentle guidance.

”You caught your girlfriend and your so-called friends together... betraying you behind your back. It hurt, didn’t it? Seeing them having an affair right under your nose. You were so disappointed... so angry that you couldn’t take it anymore.”

Marcus’s body trembled slightly in her arms as the new narrative sank in, twisting the raw humiliation and truth into something she could control.

”But don’t worry, my strong boy,” she whispered tenderly, her tone both comforting and commanding. ”You can have so many better girls than her. Much better. She was never worthy of you in the first place. You are a Steele. You deserve the very best... and you will have it. I promise you.”

Her voice suddenly turned cold and sharp as she continued.

”And those so-called friends of yours... Tyler and Robert. How dare they betray the hand that was feeding them? The audacity.”

She paused, letting the icy anger settle into his mind.

”Don’t worry about them either. I will let you handle them yourself. Make them regret ever crossing you.”

Marcus’s resistance melted away completely.

His expression softened, the lines of pain and confusion easing into peaceful calm. His eyelids grew heavy, and with a final, contented sigh, he closed his eyes again, drifting back into a deep, restful sleep.

Natalia looked at her son’s innocent sleeping face for a long moment, her expression softening with a mix of affection and lingering guilt.

She gently laid him back down on the table with utmost care, as if he were still a child. Then she took out her phone and dialed a number. When the call connected, she spoke in a calm, authoritative tone.

Two masked figures entered the ballroom moments later, moving with silent efficiency.

”Take him directly to Dr. Harlan,” she ordered, her voice sharp and authoritative. ”He’ll know exactly what needs to be done. Do not disturb Edward, he is on an important mission. I will explain everything to him myself when he returns.”

The two figures nodded without a word. They carefully lifted Marcus and carried him out of the ballroom.

Natalia watched the masked figures disappear down the corridor with her son. For a moment longer she stood there in silence, her expression softening with lingering maternal affection.

Then she slowly shook her head.

All the gentle emotions she had shown just moments ago faded away like smoke. The loving, protective mother vanished completely, replaced once more by the woman who had been thoroughly claimed by Alex... needy, hungry, and burning with desire.

She could still feel the thick, sticky warmth of his cum slowly leaking from her greedy, well-fucked pussy, trickling down her inner thighs. The sensation sent a fresh shiver of arousal through her body, making her nipples harden and her core throb with need.

She walked to the grand doors of the ballroom, closed them firmly, and turned the lock with a decisive click. The sound echoed through the empty hall like a final seal.

Without hesitation, she reached behind her back and unzipped her elegant gown. The fabric slid off her body and pooled at her feet. She kicked it aside carelessly, standing there in nothing but her lingerie, her mature, voluptuous figure fully revealed.

A faint, hungry smile curved her lips.

”He is still waiting for me...” she murmured to herself, her voice low and filled with dark anticipation.

She turned and walked toward the private washroom attached to the ballroom, her hips swaying with confident, seductive grace.

Natalia stepped into the luxurious private washroom and turned on the warm water. She took her time cleaning herself, carefully washing away the sweat, saliva, and traces of their earlier passion. Yet no matter how thoroughly she scrubbed, she could still feel him.

Every place Alex had touched.

Every inch of her skin that he had claimed.

It was as if he had carved his mark into her body.

Even after drying herself, the sensation lingered... deep, possessive, and intoxicating.

The memory of his thick cock stretching her, his powerful hands gripping her hips, and the way he had filled her made her pussy throb with fresh need. A slick warmth gathered between her thighs again as she stood completely naked in front of the large mirror.

She stared at her reflection... flushed cheeks, heavy breasts with hardened nipples, and the faint red marks his fingers had left on her waist and thighs. Her eyes darkened with lust as she ran her hands slowly down her curves.

A soft, needy moan escaped her lips.

”He really has ruined me...” she whispered to her reflection, biting her lower lip. Her pussy clenched involuntarily at the thought, aching to be filled by him again.

”Look at this pathetic bitch...”

She froze, her heart skipping a beat. The voice was cold, dripping with contempt. She quickly turned around, scanning the empty washroom, but there was no one there.

”Who...?” she whispered, her voice uncertain. ”Who is that?”

”Who? Who? It’s you, bitch.” The voice came again this time she realized it was coming from the mirror itself. Her own reflection stared back at her with pure disdain, lips curled in disgust.

”What have you turned yourself into? A desperate little teenage girl who can’t wait to spread her legs for a boy?”

Natalia’s eyes widened in shock as she finally understood. It was her own voice, the cold, ruthless matriarch side of herself, mocking her from the reflection.

”And you want to be a Succubus... Like this? Dripping and throbbing like a whore in heat just because he fucked you a few times?” The reflection leaned closer to the glass, eyes burning with contempt. ”You’ve totally become his plaything, Natalia — ready to spread your legs whenever he wants.”

The reflection’s voice dripped with disgust.

”For God’s sake, Natalia... you were supposed to use seduction as your lethal weapon, not get seduced yourself like some weak, pathetic slut.”

Natalia stared at her reflection, breathing heavily. Her cheeks burned with a mix of shame and lingering arousal. The burning desire Alex had awakened in her body still throbbed between her legs, yet the sharp self-disgust from her colder, ruthless self rose like a storm inside her.

The voice was right.

She had completely lost herself in Alex’s web. She had stopped thinking like a succubus and started thinking like a desperate woman who only wanted to be fucked and claimed. She had forgotten her mission. Forgotten her family. She had even used her own son as a tool to get closer to Alex.

How pathetic she had become.

For a long moment, shame and self-disgust washed over her. Then something shifted. Her eyes hardened, the fire of her true nature reigniting within her.

”No...” she whispered, her voice growing stronger. ”This ends here.”

Natalia straightened her back, her expression transforming into one of cold elegance and dangerous beauty. She looked straight into her own eyes in the mirror and spoke with firm, unyielding conviction.

”I am a Succubus,” she declared, her voice low but powerful. ”Seduction is my weapon. My art. My domain. No man will ever own me. I will be the one who owns them.”

Her reflection smiled... slow, cold, and approving.

”Yes. This is the Natalia I knew.” The reflection’s voice was filled with satisfaction.

”This is how you are supposed to act. First, complete your mission and become a true Succubus. Everything else comes after.”

”Now go... and show him what a real Succubus can do.”

”Yes,” Natalia said, her voice low and filled with dangerous confidence. ”I’ll go and make him my plaything. I’ll have him begging on the ground, licking my feet like the obedient little toy he was meant to be.”

A daring, predatory smile curved her lips as she stared at her reflection, the fire of her succubus nature fully reignited.

At that exact moment, the locked door of the washroom clicked open.

Alex stepped inside, completely naked, his powerful body still glistening slightly from earlier exertion. His thick cock hung heavy between his legs as he leaned casually against the doorframe, a dark, amused smirk playing on his lips.

”Oh?” he drawled, his deep voice laced with mocking amusement. ”My dear slut was planning to make me her plaything?”

He tilted his head, eyes slowly roaming over her naked body with open hunger and dominance.

”How adorable.”