Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

The heart rate monitor let out a piercing, erratic beep, its shrill alarm cutting through the air like a knife.

Gabriela whirled toward Diaz's bed, her dark eyes wide with terror, her fingers clutching the railing so hard her knuckles turned white.

"D-Diaz?!" she cried out, her voice cracking with raw panic.

"D-Doctor—what's happening?!" Her voice cracked with desperation, her body wracked by violent tremors. The bathrobe clung to her sweat-drenched skin, the lingering sensation of my touch still searing between her thighs—unshakable, unbearable.

With a flick of my will, I wove Telepathy into Diaz's mind, twisting his thoughts until his voice failed him. He couldn't speak, couldn't warn her—couldn't do anything but obey.

Diaz's eyelids fluttered open, his glazed, bloodshot eyes locking onto his mother. His lips parted, his face twisting in horror as he tried to scream— "M-MOM—!" —but no sound came out. His voice was gone. Stolen. Silenced by my will.

[M-Mom…! Help me…!] His thoughts were a scream, his mind racing with terror—but his body betrayed him. His tongue felt like lead, his throat locked tight, as if invisible hands were choking him. He tried to turn his head, to see me—but his muscles refused, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"N-NO—! DIAZ!" Gabriela screamed, her hands shaking as she grabbed his shoulders, her voice breaking.

"D-Doctor, please—! What's wrong with him?!" She collapsed beside his bed, her body wracked with sobs, her fingers clutching the bed, her mind spiraling into sheer panic.

The doctor rushed in, followed by nurses, their voices sharp and urgent. "Ma'am, please step back—!" one ordered, but Gabriela wouldn't let go.

"HE CAN'T SPEAK!" she sobbed, her tears dripping onto Diaz's hospital gown. "H-HE'S TRYING—! LOOK AT HIM—!"

Diaz's body jerked weakly, his face contorted in agony. He tried to move his arms, to reach for her—but nothing responded because he had no arms left, and no legs to move. His mouth opened again, his lips trembling— "M-M—!" —but only a choked whimper escaped.

"P-PLEASE—!" Gabriela begged, her voice raw, her knees pressing into the cold floor. "D-Do something—!"

The doctor injected a sedative into Diaz's IV, his hands steady but his eyes flicking to me for a fraction of a second—too long.

"It's shock," he said firmly, though his voice wavered just enough to betray his unease. "His vocal cords are temporarily paralyzed—likely from the trauma. It'll pass once he stabilizes."

But I knew the truth.

I had done this.

And as the sedative seeped into Diaz's veins, Gabriela didn't notice—her entire world had narrowed to Diaz, her fingers stroking his forehead, her voice a broken whisper. "It's okay, mijo…" she sobbed, her tears falling onto his pale face. "M-Mom's here… I-I won't leave you…"

But her body still hummed with the memory of my touch, her pussy aching with unfulfilled desire. The contradiction tore at her—guilt and lust warring inside her, her thighs pressing together as she tried to ignore the heat still burning between them.

I leaned back in the chair, my cock still hard, my gaze locked onto Diaz—now drowsy, his mind flooded with filthy, twisted fantasies of his mother. His cheeks burned, his breath ragged, his cock straining against the sheets—confused, aroused, trapped in his own body.

[Good boy,] I murmured into his mind, my voice a dark caress. [Just watch… and learn…]

Gabriela turned to me, her dark eyes red-rimmed, her face streaked with tears. "Jack…" she whispered, her voice breaking. "I—I need to stay with him…"

I smirked—dark, possessive—my gaze flicking between her and Diaz, whose drug-hazed eyes were now glued to his mother, his cock throbbing beneath the blanket.

"Of course, Auntie…" I murmured, my voice smooth—deceptive. "Stay as long as you need…"

Because I wasn't done.

Not with her.

And certainly not with him.

The room was silent now—except for the beep of the machines, the sound of Diaz's ragged breath, and the wet, choked whimpers he couldn't voice.

His mind was flooded with images—his mother—being used by me, her moans filling the room, her ass bouncing as I pounded into her.

The heart rate monitor finally settled into a steady rhythm, the beeping slowing to a calm, reassuring pace. Diaz's breathing evened out, his eyes still wide open, glazed but aware. The sedative had dulled his panic, but not his fear—not his horror of me.

And then—

He saw me.

His pupils dilated, his body tensing as I stepped closer, my shadow falling over him. His thoughts screamed in my mind, raw and terrified:

[J-Jack… What the fuck—?!] His mind raced, his heart pounding again—not from shock, but from pure, unadulterated terror. [H-He's the devil… He won't let me go…!]

I ignored him.

Instead, I reached for Gabriela, my fingers closing around her trembling hand. My voice was soft, reassuring—deceptively gentle.

"Auntie…" I murmured, my thumb brushing over her knuckles, my touch possessive beneath the guise of comfort. "We should let Brother Diaz rest…"

Gabriela nodded, her dark eyes still glistening with unshed tears, her body exhausted from the emotional whiplash of fear, shame, and lust. The weight of the night pressed down on her, her mind torn between concern for Diaz and the filthy, unshakable memory of my touch—my finger inside her ass, my voice commanding her to submit.

She bit her lip, her fingers clutching the fabric of her robe, her body still humming with the aftermath of adrenaline—and something darker.

I turned my gaze to Diaz, my voice dripping with false concern—smooth, calculating, poisonous.

"Brother Diaz…" I murmured, my tone reassuring—deceptively gentle. "Please take rest…" My lips curved into a smirk, my eyes locking onto his—dark, possessive, knowing.

"Don't worry about Auntie…" I paused, my voice dropping to a dark, intimate whisper—just for him. "I will definitely take care of her…"

Diaz's mind exploded in panic.

[W-What does he mean…?] His thoughts raced, frantic, terrified.

[Is he threatening me…?] His gaze flicked between Gabriela and me, his body tensing beneath the sheets, twitching uselessly against the mattress.

[W-Why does Mom seem so close to him…?] His stomach twisted, bile rising in his throat as he watched the way she leaned into me, the way her shoulder pressed against mine—trusting, unaware.

[N-No…] His inner voice was a whimper, his cock twitching traitorously beneath the blanket—aroused by the sick, twisted fantasy I had planted in his mind. [S-She can't—… She wouldn't—…]

I kept my gaze locked on Diaz, my smirk deepening as I saw the horror, the confusion, the betrayal flicker across his face. His mind was mine—broken, malleable, obedient. And I knew—one word from me, and he would do anything.

She let me guide her away from the bed, her fingers clutching mine like a lifeline—unaware that I was the one who had pushed her into the storm.

The doctor and nurses exchanged a few final words with Gabriela—reassurances, medical jargon, false comfort—before finally leaving the room, the door clicking shut behind them.

Silence.

Diaz lay there, paralyzed—not by medicine, but by me. His eyes burned into me, pleading, accusing, terrified. He tried to move, to speak, to do anything—but his body refused, his mind still trapped in the cage I had built for him.