Lunar Supremacy: The Original Alpha

As they stepped inside the gothic house, Vincent was struck by the stark contrast between the eerie exterior and the pristine interior.

It was as if he had crossed into another world, one where the horrors of the outside were left behind. The interior was impeccably clean, with every piece of furniture carefully arranged to create a perfect old European atmosphere. He couldn't help but be impressed by the attention to detail in every corner of the house.

The walls were adorned with oil paintings and the floors were made of polished wood. The room was well-lit with chandeliers that cast a warm glow throughout the room, making it feel inviting and cozy.

But despite the impressive decor, he's attention was continually drawn to Celeste. He couldn't help but notice the way her curvy figure swayed with every step. It was as if she was purposely tempting him with every movement.

Vincent couldn't help but feel his libido stirring as his gaze drifted towards her sexy body. He tried to avert his eyes, but they seemed to be drawn to her like a magnet.

Then he suddenly feel her eyes on him, and when he looked up, he saw her smiling seductively and glancing down towards his lower body.

He felt embarrassed and flustered, wondering if she had noticed his arousal. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to adjust himself discreetly, but he could tell that she was enjoying his discomfort.

"Welcome to my humble abode," she said, gesturing towards the living room of the house. "Please make yourself at home. Debbie, would you like to help me prepare some tea?"

Debbie nodded eagerly, and Celeste led her towards the kitchen. Vincent stayed behind, feeling awkward and unsure of what to do.

He couldn't believe that he was being so easily distracted by Celeste's beauty, but he couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards her. He wondered if she was using some sort of charm or spell to manipulate him, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was simply drawn to her of his own lust.

He tried to clear his head and focus on the task at hand. They were here to seek Celeste's for answers , not to get distracted by her body. But as his gazed follow her towards the kitchen, he couldn't help but feel drawn to her curves once again.

***

In the Kitchen.

"Your companion is quite interesting, my dear." Celeste playfully teased her neice while brewing tea.

"He's not my boyfriend," Debbie corrected her with a hushed tone.

"Then may I make him mine?" She giggled.

"Shh, lower your voice. Vincent's hearing is exceptional," Debbie cautioned her aunt.

"No need to worry, my dear. This house is filled with charms and curse. He won't hear us," Celeste reassured her with a dismissive wave of her hand.

"Let's get back to the topic at hand, dear," Celeste said, her voice low and serious. Vincent had piqued her interest, and she found herself getting wet at the mere thought of him. "Can you give him to me?"

Debbie's eyes widened in surprise at her aunt's brazen request.

"What? Aunt Celeste, that's ridiculous!" she protested, feeling a surge of protectiveness for Vincent.

Celeste simply give her a knowing smile.

"My dear, it's not ridiculous at all. In fact, it's very possible with the right kind of motivation . And besides, sharing is caring, isn't it?" she added with a suggestive wink.

Debbie's cheeks reddened as the thought crossed her mind. Though she had been with men before, the idea of a threesome was new to her.

"I'm certain his strong body can handle both of us without a problem," Celeste murmured into Debbie's ear, her hand resting gently on her neice shoulder.

The suggestion sent a jolt of heat through Debbie's body, causing her face to flush an even deeper shade of red.

She felt a swirl of conflicting emotions as she found herself seriously considering her aunt's suggestion.

On one hand, she felt drawn to Vincent's rugged masculinity and the idea of sharing him with someone else was tantalizingly thrilling. On the other hand, she couldn't shake off the feeling that it was wrong and that she was betraying her own values.

She bit her lower lip, unsure of what to say or do.

Then a realization dawned on her and she voiced her concern.

"Are you using your charm to influence me into considering a threesome?" she blurted out.

Celeste let go of Debbie's shoulder and chuckled.

"Oh my dear, you give me too much credit. I'm not that powerful," she said with a fake shocked expression.

Debbie felt a pang of embarrassment for jumping to conclusions.

"I didn't mean it like that," she said sheepishly, realizing she had been too quick to accuse her aunt.

Celeste shook her head and gave a reassuring smile.

"Don't be too hard on yourself, dear. I was only teasing you," she said with a giggle.

***

Back in the living room.

Vincent waited patiently for the tea, allowing himself to unwind and regain control of his mind. He took a moment to compose himself, glancing down to ensure his pants were no longer threatening to betray his composure.

Just as Vincent began to relax and compose himself, he heard the soft footsteps of the two women approaching. Celeste emerged first, and her stunning figure instantly shattered any semblance of self-control he had managed to regain.

When she came into view, he couldn't help but stare at her beautiful body, and before he knew it, a mountain was rising in his pants.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath as his pants began to strain against the growing bulge in his crotch.

Celeste couldn't help but notice the mountainous bulge in Vincent's pants and how he tried to hide it in vain. She grinned mischievously, knowing the effect she had on him.

Debbie, however, felt a pang of jealousy and bitterness in her heart. It seemed that her aunt had effortlessly seduced Vincent just by existing, while she struggled with her own feelings for him.

"Should I consider my aunt's proposal?" She questioned herself.