First a short stop at Lady Li's massage parlour to relieve some tension

The Tension Release – A Master Masseuse’s Touch

The scent of sandalwood and eucalyptus oil clung to the air of Lady Li’s massage parlor, thick and soothing, wrapping around Stefano like a second skin as he stepped through the beaded curtain entrance. The soft hum of Tibetan singing bowls resonated through the dimly lit space, mingling with the distant murmur of Turin’s evening traffic outside. The parlor was a sanctuary—one he frequented weekly, a ritual as sacred as any hunt.

Tonight, however, was different.

The usual attendants—Mei, the young Asian beauty with her iron fingers, or Xiao with her featherlight touch—were occupied, their slots filled by the evening rush of stressed businessmen and exhausted socialites.

"Oooh, look who finally showed to what do we owe the pleasure"

The matron herself, Lady Li, stood behind the lacquered reception desk, her dark eyes flicking up from the ledger as the beads clattered behind him.

"Stefano," she greeted, the mature Chinese beauty's smoky contralto charged with erotic seduction, her thin lips curling into a knowing smile. "You’re unusually early. You missed our fine establishment's pleasures?"

He shrugged off his tailored jacket, the fabric whispering against his shoulders before he draped it over the waiting chair. "Needed it tonight," he admitted, rolling his neck with a crack that echoed through the quiet room.

Lady Li’s gaze traced the lines of his body—the way his dress shirt clung to the newly defined ridges of his torso, the subtle shift of muscle beneath fabric as he stretched. Her brow arched.

"Have you gotten more toned?" she mused, stepping around the desk, her heels clicking against the hardwood. "You’ve lost weight."

Stefano smirked. "Occupational... Hazard."

She hummed, her fingers already reaching for him, pressing against the small of his back with practiced precision.

*SLAP*

The sharp sting of her palm against his lumbar sent a jolt through him, his muscles twitching beneath her touch. Stefano hissed, his spine arching reflexively, but he didn’t pull away.

"Tch. Tight as a bowstring," Lady Li scolded, her nails digging into the knotted ridges of his erector spinae. "What have you been doing to yourself?"

Stefano groaned as her thumbs circled the tension, kneading deep into the sinew with a pressure that bordered on painful.

"Hunting," he gritted out, his voice rough.

Lady Li clicked her tongue. "Men like you should know better than to neglect their bodies."

Her hands roamed higher, tracing the contours of his shoulders, her fingers pressing into the dense muscle there. Stefano sucked in a breath as she found a particularly stubborn knot near his scapula, working it with ruthless efficiency.

"Off," she ordered, tapping his shirt.

Stefano didn’t argue.

The buttons gave way under his fingers, the fabric sliding off his shoulders to pool at his waist. Lady Li’s breath hitched—just slightly—as she took in the sight of him. The golden tattoos coiling over his chest gleamed in the low light, the bio-armor beneath his skin shifting subtly with each breath.

"You’ve been busy," she murmured, her voice darker now, her fingers brushing over the fresh scars along his ribs.

Stefano grunted, his cock stirring at the way her touch lingered. "You could say that."

The Descent

Lady Li pushed him forward, guiding him onto the massage table with a firm hand. The heated leather yielded beneath him, the scent of tiger balm and jasmine filling his senses as she reached for the oil.

"On your stomach," she instructed, her tone brooking no argument.

Stefano obeyed, his body melting into the table as she straddled his thighs, her weight a delicious pressure against him. The first drizzle of oil splashed against his back, warm and slick, her palms spreading it in slow, sensuous circles.

"Breathe," she commanded, her thumbs pressing into the base of his skull.

Stefano exhaled, the tension unspooling beneath her touch. Lady Li worked in silence, her hands mapping his body with an intimacy that went beyond professional. She knew him—knew the way his muscles locked after a fight, knew the way his breath hitched when she found a particularly tender spot near his hips.

Her fingers dipped lower, kneading the swell of his ass, her nails scraping lightly over the sensitive skin there. Stefano groaned, his cock stiffening against the table.

"Still so responsive," Lady Li teased, her voice a whisper against his ear.

Stefano turned his head, catching her wrist before she could pull away. "You know what I come here for, Li."

She smiled, slow and predatory. "Do I?"

His grip tightened. "Don’t play coy."

The Release

Lady Li laughed, a rich, throaty sound as she leaned down, her wet lips brushing the shell of his ear. "Then ask properly."

Stefano growled, flipping onto his back in one smooth motion, his hands clamping around her waist as he hauled her atop him. Lady Li gasped, her thighs straddling his hips, her silk qipao riding up to expose the creamy skin beneath.

"Fuck the teasing," he snarled, his fingers digging into her flesh. "I need release."

Lady Li’s eyes darkened, her hips grinding down against the thick length of him, her breath hitching as she felt just how hard he was.

"Greedy bastard," she panted, her hands pressing against his chest. "After all I’ve done for you—"

Stefano sat up, his mouth crashing into hers, his tongue plundering past her lips with a hunger that bordered on violent. Lady Li moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, her nails scraping his scalp as she kissed him back just as fiercely.

The oil smeared between them, their bodies slick with it, the scent of jasmine and sex filling the air as Stefano’s hands roamed, groping her ass, squeezing the plush flesh there.

"Off," he growled, tugging at the hem of her qipao.

Lady Li smirked, shimmying out of the garment with practiced ease, her bare skin glowing in the dim light. Stefano’s breath caught at the sight of her—full breasts, nipples peaked with arousal, the smooth plane of her stomach leading to the drenched apex of her thighs.

"Better?" she purred, her fingers trailing down his chest, dipping into the waistband of his pants.

Stefano hissed as her fingers wrapped around his cock, her grip firm, her thumb swiping over the leaking head.

"Li," he warned, his hips bucking into her touch.

She laughed, her hand pumping him slowly, her other hand pressing him back against the table. "Patience, hunter," she murmured, her lips brushing his collarbone. "Let me take care of you."

The Climax

"W-Was he always this... Huge? F-Fuck, they don't pay me enough for this shit." A mental echo, despite her protests, the hungry milf's womb ached with lustful desire.

The voluptuous masseuse's mouth descended, the mature woman moaned against his shaft, letting her tongue lap at the head of his cock before swallowing him whole.

"Hmmph!!"

Stefano roared, his hands fisting in the sheets as her throat fluttered around him, her lips sealed tight at the base.

"Fuck—!"

Lady Li hollowed her cheeks, sucking him with a vengeance, her fingers teasing his balls, her nails scraping the sensitive skin there. Stefano thrust upward, his cock pounding into her throat, his groans mingling with her gagged moans.

She pulled back with a wet pop, her lips glossy with spit, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Close?"

Stefano growled, yanking her up by the hair, his mouth claiming hers again as he flipped her onto her back.

"Not yet," he promised, his fingers dipping between her thighs, slicking through her drenched folds.

Lady Li arched, her legs spreading wider, her breath coming in short, sharp pants as he teased her entrance.

"Stefano—"

He sank into her with one brutal thrust, her walls clenching around him, her scream echoing through the room.

"Mine," he snarled, his hips pounding into her, the table creaking beneath them.

Lady Li clawed at his back, her nails leaving crescent marks in his skin, her moans growing louder, higher, as he chased his release.

"Come for me," he ordered, the incubus' deep baritone dripping with hypnotic corruption.

"F-FUCK!! Yess!!"

The lustful milf shattered, her curvy body convulsing around him, the mature woman's blissful screams muffled against his shoulder. Stefano followed, his cock pulsing as he filled her, his groan raw with pleasure.

The Aftermath

They collapsed together, their breaths mingling, their bodies sticky with sweat and oil and sex.

Lady Li traced the golden tattoos on his chest, her fingers trembling slightly.

"Same time next week?" she murmured, her erotic contralto hoarse.

Stefano grunted, his arms tightening around her.

"Count on it."