Never underestimate an incubus corrupt libido

A Hunter’s Reprieve

The air in the massage parlor was thick with the scent of sex—musky, primal, theirs—mingling with the lingering traces of sandalwood and jasmine oil. Stefano lay sprawled across the heated leather table, his chest rising and falling in slow, satisfied breaths, the incubus' toned body still thrumming with the aftershocks of release.

"O-Ohmy... What do we have here? Still so enthusiastic..."

He was hard as a rock again, his throbbing boner twitching inside the sexy masseuse's creamy pussy.

Lady Li draped over him like a second skin, the mature Chinese beauty's sweat-slicked curves pressed against the hard planes of his torso, her lithe fingers tracing idle patterns across the golden tattoos that coiled over his pectorals.

"You’re ruining my table," she murmured, though there was no real admonishment in her voice—only amusement, warm and sated.

Stefano smirked, his hand sliding down the dip of the voluptuous milf's spine to palm the plush swell of her fat ass, squeezing possessively. "Worth it."

Lady Li huffed a laugh, her breath tickling his collarbone as she shifted, her thick thighs straddling the middle-aged man's hips once more, her cunt still clenching around the thick length of him, milking the last drops of his cum.

"Insatiable," she accused, her nails scraping lightly over his ribs.

Stefano groaned, his cock twitching inside her, already stirring again despite the recent climax. "You made me this way."

The Lingering Touch

Lady Li rolled her hips, a slow, sinuous grind that had Stefano hissing, his fingers digging into her flesh.

"Mm. Still so hard," she purred, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. "Did I not drain you enough?"

Stefano growled, his hands sliding up to grip her waist, forcing her to still. "Careful, Li. You’ll regret teasing."

She laughed, the sound rich and unrepentant, her dark eyes gleaming with challenge. "Oh? And what will you do, hunter? Punish me?"

Stefano moved—too fast for her to react—flipping them with a snarl, pinning her beneath him, his cock sliding deeper, stretching her drenched walls. Lady Li gasped, her back arching, her nails scraping down his chest as he leaned down, his lips brushing the frantic pulse at her throat.

"Is that a challenge?" he murmured, his voice a dark promise.

Lady Li shivered, her thighs tightening around his hips. "Maybe."

The Second Round

Stefano grinned, all fangs and predatory intent, before surging forward, his hips snapping into hers with a brutal pace that had the table creaking beneath them. Lady Li cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair, her body bowing beneath his onslaught.

"Fuck—! Stefano—!"

He growled, his teeth sinking into the juncture of her neck and shoulder, claiming her all over again. "Say it," he demanded, his voice rough with dominance.

Lady Li moaned, her legs hooking around his waist, her heels digging into the small of his back as she met him thrust for thrust. "Yours," she panted, her voice breaking. "Always yours."

Stefano groaned, his hips stuttering as she clenched around him, her walls fluttering with the first tremors of another climax.

"Come," he ordered, his voice guttural. "Now."

Lady Li shattered, the Chinese milf's scream muffled against his shoulder as her sinful body convulsed, the mature woman's pussy milking him desperately.

"F-Fuck!!"

Stefano followed, his fat cock pulsing as he filled her up again, the incubus muffled roar echoing through the room.

The Reprieve

They collapsed together, their breaths ragged, their bodies sticky and spent. Lady Li traced the bite mark on her shoulder, her lips curving into a smug smile.

"Bastard," she murmured, though there was no heat in it.

Stefano grunted, his arms tightening around her. "You love it."

She huffed, but didn’t deny it, the Asian beauty's fingers dancing over the golden tattoos on his chest. The mature woman's erotic contralto still teasing him,

"This one is... On the house, I guess you were really really backed up."