Stefano tests his new incubus powers on a yoga milf

THE YOGA MILF – ANCHORING DIVINITY

The Descent – Osiris Champion’s Test

Dawn’s golden fingers still clung to the horizon when Stefano’s enhanced senses locked onto the signal—a pulsing pink glow radiating from the third-floor apartment below.

"Dayum..."

Fertility incarnate.

A vessel waiting to be filled.

Muscles coiled like steel springs beneath sun-kissed skin as he stepped off the rooftop’s edge. Wind screamed past ears now sharp enough to hear a heartbeat through concrete. The sound barrier shattered in his descent, yet his landing on her wrought-iron balcony registered no louder than a falling feather.

"O-Oooomm...."

Behind sliding glass doors, the yoga milf stretched in warrior pose, unaware of the nightmare watching through the reflection. Sweat-slicked honey-blonde hair clung to her neck. High-cut leggings strained over wide flared hips that had birthed two children yet retained their obscene curvature. The sports bra imprisoning her 38DD chest darkened with perspiration between heaving mounds.

"Yes..."

Stefano’s tail lashed through the predawn stillness, its needle-tip spraying an aerosolized sedative that drifted into neighboring apartments. Sleeping gas for the audience. Hypnotic aphrodisiac pheromones for the the mature woman's pleasure.

The glass door slid open without protest beneath his demonic will.

The Hypnosis – Fracturing Resistance

"Who—?"

The curvy milf spun, blue eyes widening at the naked stranger dripping with supernatural vitality. Recognition should have sparked panic. Should have sent her scrambling for pepper spray or a phone.

Instead, her pupils dilated as Stefano’s slit irises flared violet.

See a lover. Not a… Monster.

The compulsion slithered into her synapses, warping reality. Her husband’s face superimposed over Stefano’s chiseled features before dissolving into something far more intoxicating—raw, primal masculinity distilled into a single devastating smile.

"Morning stretches?" Stefano purred, stepping forward as his tail arched like a scorpion’s stinger. "Let me help."

The needle plunged into her inner thigh.

"Aah—!" Her gasp melted into an erotic moan as the sensitivity serum hit her bloodstream. Nipples hardened visibly through sweat-damp fabric. Fingers trembled where they clutched at her yoga mat. "You’re not… I shouldn’t…"

Stefano exhaled directly into her face, pheromones saturating the air with the musk of a thousand rutting beasts. Her knees buckled.

"Shouldn’t what?" His palm cupped her left breast, thumb grinding the stiff peak through spandex. "Tell me you don’t feel how wet you are."

A fresh wave of Zyna essence sprayed from his tail, oiling her pussy through the leggings until the fabric clung transparent to swollen lips.

“O-Ohmygod…” The mature woman’s head lolled back, exposing the flutter of her carotid. "What are you doing to me?"

"Anchoring divinity."

The rip of tearing fabric echoed through the apartment as Stefano’s claws shredded her leggings.

The Breeding – Womb Claimed

Stefano’s cock speared upward in a single piston stroke, stretching her with all thirteen inches at once.

The scream tore from her throat—not pain, but the shock of fullness no mortal man could provide. Hips lifted involuntarily, trying to accommodate the impossible girth.

"F-Fuck! Fuck! Too—"

"Too perfect," Stefano corrected, tail injecting another dose directly into her clit. The curvy milf's protest dissolved into a **** wail as her body betrayed her, walls rippling under the sheer power of her orgasms around his shaft.

*PLAP!*

*PLAP!!*

*PLAP!*

Massive tits bounced with each jackhammer thrust, droplets of breast milk spraying from overstimulated nipples. Stefano’s free hand gripped one plump cheek of her PAWG ass, fingers sinking deep into yielding flesh as he pistoned her backward onto his cock.

"Look." He pushed the neglected yoga whore's chin down to watch how her belly distend with each inward stroke. "See how your body worships me."

The mature woman's toned abdomen bulged obscenely, the pink glow of her womb intensifying as his cockhead battered the cervix. A serpentine tattoo materialized across her skin—Osiris’ mark, binding her fertility to his will.

"Please… I’ll… *O-OHMYGOD!!* I’ll break…"

Stefano’s laugh vibrated through their connected flesh. "You’ll adapt."

His tail sprayed Bimboleum across her parted lips. IQ points evaporated with each **** inhale.

"B-Breed me," she slurred, voice dropping an octave into mindless devotion. "F-Fill your *AH!!* stupid bitch, master…"

The first jet of cum blasted past her cervix with enough power to make the sexy voluptuous mom's eyes roll back. Gallons of tainted seed flooded her womb, the pink glow surging violet as it absorbed his essence.

The horny slut's final orgasm hit like a seizure, her sinful curves convulsing as the tattoo burned permanent into her pale skin. Stefano held her through the storm, tail injecting Nightmare’s Bliss to ensure she’d remember every second of her violation—and crave it eternally.

The Aftermath – Divinity Tempered

Dawn’s full light streamed through the windows as Stefano withdrew, his cock glistening with their mixed fluids. The milf collapsed onto soaked yoga mats, legs still twitching, pussy gaping around nothing.

"Good girl." He traced the serpent tattoo now pulsing in time with the Osiris ring. "Tell your husband you’re ovulating tonight."

Her giggle sounded decades younger. "He’ll think it’s his… but it’s always yours now, master."

Stefano stepped onto the balcony as his body thrummed with newfound power. Regeneration sealed microtears in his muscles before they could form. His senses now tracked fertile wombs across five city blocks. The sun no longer weakened—it magnified.

Somewhere below, a college girl gasped awake from dreams of his touch.

Somewhere above, a CEO’s wife absentmindedly rubbed her fake silicone tits.

And in the apartment behind him, his newest broodmare licked his spendings from her fingers with vacant-eyed devotion.

The hunt had only begun.