Angela's mind is strong, she won't fall so easily

The Devil’s Bargain – A Deal Sealed in Ecstasy

The penthouse of Angela Liegi’s Casino was a temple of sin—gilded mirrors reflecting the sprawl of velvet couches, crystal chandeliers dripping light like liquid gold, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the faint metallic tang of hidden weapons.

Stefano—cloaked in the guise of Kevin Ngobe, the half-Nigerian dealer with a cocky smirk and a dangerous reputation—sat across from Angela, his fingers steepled, the Osiris ring pulsing against his skin.

Angela lounged in her chair like a panther, her emerald silk dress hugging every curve, her dark hazel eyes sharp with calculation.

“So, Signor Ngobe,” she purred, swirling a glass of blood-red wine. “You claim to have a solution to my… financial inconveniences?”

Stefano smirked. “Better than that, signora. I have a goldmine.”

He reached into his jacket, producing a small vial of iridescent powder—Celestial Bliss. The substance shimmered under the light, shifting between hues of violet and gold, as if alive.

Angela’s eyebrow arched. “And this is?”

“One bottle,” Stefano murmured, rolling the vial between his fingers, “is enough to power an orgiastic rave for a week.”

Angela’s lips curled. “Bold claim.”

Stefano leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Test it.”

Angela’s gaze flicked to her most loyal guard—Darya, a statuesque blonde with a sniper’s precision and a killer’s coldness. The woman stepped forward, her gloved hand outstretched.

Angela nodded. “A small dose.”

Stefano smirked. “Half a gram, easy peasy.”

He tapped the powder onto Darya’s palm. The guard hesitated—then, with military discipline, licked it clean.

For a moment, nothing.

Then—

"OHMYGOD!!! B-Blyat!!"

Darya’s athletic body convulsed.

"NNNGHH!!!"

The strong-headed woman's back arched, her mouth fell open in a silent scream, her pupils dilating to black pools. A shudder wracked her slender frame—then another—then—

"A-AHHH—!"

She came, hard, her toned thighs clamping together, the Russian beauty's cunt gushing down her pants, her bladder releasing in a hot, shameful flood.

"F-FUCK!!! YES!!"

Her knees buckled, the broken slut's hands clawing at her large chest as wave after wave of obscene pleasure wrecked her.

Angela shot to her feet. “What the fuck?!”

Darya collapsed, her body twitching, her hips grinding against the floor, her fingers desperately rubbing her clit through her soaked pants.

Then—

Her head snapped up.

Her eyes locked onto Stefano’s crotch.

With a guttural moan, she lunged, her hands ripping at his belt, her mouth watering for his fat cock.

"C-Cum!! Yes! More, p-please... serve, cock!!"

Stefano chuckled, letting the once strong-headed woman worship him, the incubus rough fingers tangling in her hair as she slobbered over his length.

*Shlup*

*Shluck!*

*Shlup*

Angela’s face was pale. “Darya—stop!”

But Darya was gone—lost in a haze of insatiable lust, her luscious red lips stretched around Stefano’s girth, the pale beauty's throatpussy gagging as she choked on his monstrous gird.

The door burst open.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!!"

Guards.

"HANDS UP!! Put your hands up where we can see them, bastard!"

Six of them—Kalashnikovs raised, Glocks drawn, their faces twisted in fury.

“One move,” the lead guard snarled, his finger on the trigger, “and we make a beehive out of you, n**o.”

Stefano didn’t flinch.

He smiled.

“How hospitable.”

Angela’s breath was ragged, the voluptuous milf's large chest heaving, her mind racing.

"Huu..."

Stefano met her gaze, his deep baritone echoing with the Osiris Ring's fallen divinity.

“Now, signora… shall we negotiate?”