Yukon spent the rest of the day mapping out his "training plan" for the trials.
Step one: have sex with Jessie.
Step two: fuck Jessie again.
Step three: pound Jessie until she couldn't even spell her own name.
Simple, brutal and effective. Every climax meant upgrades, every moan meant more strength. By the time trials came, he'd be faster, stronger, and maybe even armed with something from the Sex Store.
Jessie had already invited him over later, and that new Blood-Bond skill had her hooked deep. She clung to him like iron to a magnet, needy and pliant.
But first, a shower.
He pushed open the bathroom door, steam rolling out. He was still half-distracted, already imagining Jessie on all fours. He didn't realize someone was inside until it was too late.
The shower door slid open.
And there Tracey, Aunt Betty's girlfriend. Naked, dripping wet, curves glistening in the steam like polished marble.
The steam curled around her like a veil, but nothing about her body was hidden. Tracy was in her late twenties, but she carried herself with the kind of mature confidence Jessie couldn't dream of.
Her skin was smooth, golden with a faint olive tone, water sliding down in rivulets that traced every curve. Her breasts were full and heavy, nipples a dusky rose, standing perked in the cool air outside the steam. Her waist tapered into wide, womanly hips that made her thighs look thick and strong, the kind of thighs that could crush, or ride, with equal ferocity.
A tattoo of a rose coiled around her hip bone, disappearing lower, teasing the eye to follow. Her dark hair was slicked back, wet strands clinging to her sharp jawline. Her lips, plump and naturally red, curled into a smirk as she caught him staring.
She didn't cover herself. If anything, she pushed her shoulders back just enough to let the water roll over the swell of her breasts and down her stomach.
Tracy was sexy in a way Jessie wasn't, raw, dangerous, and utterly unapologetic.
"Yukon," she purred, eyes flicking down his body, "don't you know how to knock?"
[Scan Complete]
Name: Tracy Varela
Measurements: 36D-28-38
Weight: 150 lbs (68 kg)
Body: Mature, Athletic Curves (High Sexual Vitality)
Fertility Index: High
Compatibility: (4.5 stars – Extremely Compatible)
Body Count: 7
Arousal State: Low (BPM 82 / Normal Lubrication Levels)
Notes: Experienced lover. Confidence and dominance factor detected. Potential to trigger hidden bond effects if conquered.
For a moment, Yukon didn't reply, he was completely hypnotized by Tracy's body. Every curve screamed temptation. His cock twitched, swelling inside his boxers until the fabric could hardly contain it. He wanted her so badly it almost hurt. Tracy wasn't just sexy, she was the definition of a mature goddess.
Ding!
[System Alert: Erection Detected]
[Lust Energy Rising…]
Current Level: 71% (High Arousal)
Warning: At 100% Lust Energy, Host risks entering Blood-Lust Frenzy.
[Stick Growth Detected!]
Previous Size: 8.5 inches
Current Size: 9 inches
Growth Reason: Sustained arousal + Vampiric Libido Boost
[Reminder: Regular sexual release is essential to maintain system stability.]
Tracy's eyes swept across his torso, pausing on the bulge pressing against his boxers. She bit her lower lip in approval, her voice sultry:
"Wow… you've really grown into a man in just a few days, Yukon."
He said nothing, his throat dry, still devouring every inch of her body with his eyes. Tracy turned casually, letting her hips sway. Her ass was perfectly round, bouncing ever so slightly as she bent forward to grab the soap. Then she pivoted back, trapping the bar between her breasts, squeezing it with a wicked smile.
"Care to join me?" she purred.
Yukon's breath caught. His chest tightened, heart hammering against his ribs. Am I really going to bathe with her? It was like being invited straight into heaven. Would she actually let me touch those juicy tits?
He was about to take a step forward, when a voice cut through the haze.
"Yukon? You in there?" Aunt Betty's voice came from the corridor, footsteps approaching.
"Shit." He hissed, spinning toward the door.
"See you soon, Yukon," Tracy whispered behind him, her tone soaked in promise. She trailed her gaze down his bulge, licking her lips. "I'd love to find out if you can really use what you're packing."
She winked.
And then he was gone.
*****
Two hours later, Yukon stopped in front of a neat middle-class house. He glanced at the number plate, exact match to the one Jessie had texted him. This was it. His so-called "training session."
He knocked once. From inside, the faint scent of sweet perfume drifted toward him, pulling at his senses. Footsteps approached.
The door swung open. Jessie greeted him with an over-eager smile, her cheeks flushed as if she'd been waiting all day. She wore a dangerously short skirt that left most of her creamy thighs bare, paired with a thin white T-shirt that hugged her chest. No bra, her nipples stood out like proud little peaks pressing against the fabric.
"Pleased to see you, soldier," she said in a playful, sing-song tone.
Yukon froze, caught between lust and caution.
Jessie giggled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Don't worry. Nobody's home. Just the two of us." She leaned closer, her breath warm against him. "The Captain's ready to take her soldier on another wild ride."
The moment Yukon stepped inside, he pulled Jessie into his arms. Their mouths crashed together, kissing hungrily as she guided him toward her room. They stumbled through the hallway, hands roaming, Jessie tracing the ridges of his chest while Yukon explored every soft curve of her body.
[System Alert: Host's Lust Energy 84%, Penetration required.]
Yukon cupped her breasts, squeezing them firmly before pinching one nipple just enough to make her giggle. He stripped her T-shirt away in one swift motion, her skin glowing under the light.
"I'm going to ride you senseless today," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear.
But Yukon suddenly pushed her back a step, his eyes dark with hunger. He caught the flicker of anticipation burning in hers, the desperate need to feel him again.
"Not today," he growled, turning her around and pressing her against the wall. His palm cracked across her ass in a sharp spank that made her gasp. One hand slid between her thighs, rubbing her slick folds, while the other tugged down his zipper.
He leaned close, his breath hot against her neck.
"Today…" he whispered, his voice like velvet steel, "…I'm the Captain."