The college girl repays her saviour, breeding edition

THE FIRST TASTE OF POWER – ANGELICA'S CORRUPTION

The alleyway stank of blood, piss, and the acrid tang of fear-sweat. Angelica—her name plucked effortlessly from the young woman's trembling thoughts—pressed herself against the graffiti-stained wall, the pale beauty's large chest heaving beneath the torn fabric of her blouse.

"O-Ohmygod, he saved me... Wait, w-what if he is just as bad as those bastards?" A mental echo, it seemed she wasn't that dumb... Stefano may have an altruistic streak but the curvy vixen's womb, that enticing fertile pink glow was the first reason he bothered to intervene.

"I am no good Samaritan... if it had been an old lady would I have bothered helping? Osiris Champion only has to breed."

He had no desire to play hero, the world was a dumpster fire, he just needed to focus on himself, indeed from great harems came great powers.

"Now back to our princess in distress... what was her name again? A-Ah, Jessica! No, that's my wife's... well who cares..."

The remnants of Angelica's pleated skirt clung to the college girl's thighs, the hem shredded from **** scrambling. Her knees were raw, scraped bloody from the concrete, and her dark brown eyes were wide with a cocktail of terror and something far more primal.

Stefano loomed over her, the incubus' golden eyes gleaming like twin suns in the dim alley light. His sex demon's charm had fully reasserted itself—sharp cheekbones, full lips curled in a smirk that promised ruin, his dark hair tousled from the ****.

"Are you OK, young lady? Don't worry... You are in safe hands now."

The middle-aged man's coat, pristine despite the carnage, fluttered slightly in the night breeze. He could sense her tension evaporate just as his hypnotic hold began to take over, the pale minx had been holding her breath without even knowing,

"W-what’s your n-name?" she stammered, her soft contralto a breathy whisper.

A telepathic probe skimmed the surface of her mind—Angelica Rossi, 22, university student, walking home from a late study session when the gang cornered her. Stefano filed the information away, his grin widening.

"Purple Prowler," he purred, the name rolling off his tongue like a promise.

THE FIRST PENETRATION – CLAIMING HIS PRIZE

He moved before she could blink.

One moment, he stood before her, a towering pillar of muscle and menace.

"F-Fuck!!"

The next, his claws—still slick with the blood of her attackers—flicked outward, the obsidian talons slicing through the last remnants of her skirt with surgical precision. The fabric peeled away, fluttering to the ground like a dying moth, revealing lace panties already soaked through with a mixture of fear and unwilling arousal.

"N-no, wait—!"

The college girl's weak protest died in her throat as Stefano’s hand clamped around her small waist, lifting her effortlessly. Her back slammed against the wall, the impact knocking the air from her lungs. His other hand hooked into the waistband of her panties and tore, the delicate lace parting with a snap.

"Nnghh!!"

The curvy slut's bare cunt was exposed to the cold night air, her pink folds already glistening. Stefano didn’t bother with foreplay.

He rammed into her in one brutal thrust.

"Damn, you are tight as fuck!"

Angelica’s shrill screams split the night, her tender body arching off the wall as the incubus' monstrous girth stretched her virgin-tight cunt to its limits.

"O-OHMYGOD!!"

Her manicured nails scrabbled at his shoulders, the young woman's legs kicking uselessly as he hilted himself inside her, his fat cock pulsing with infernal heat.

A telepathic command flooded her mind, bypassing all resistance:

"Scream for me."

And she did.

THE DEFILEMENT – A THREE-ACT TRAGEDY

The First Creampie

*PLAP!*

*PLAP!!*

*PLAP!*

Stefano’s hips pistoned with jackhammer precision, each thrust slamming her against the brick wall hard enough to leave bruises. Angelica’s cries morphed into broken moans, her body betraying her as pleasure overwhelmed the pain. Her cunt clenched around him, her inner walls fluttering as her first orgasm ripped through her.

Stefano growled, his cock swelling as incubus barbs emerged, hooking into her cervix.

"OHMYGOD! F-FUCK!!"

Angelica shrieked as the first jet of boiling seed flooded her hungry womb, the corrupt essence binding to her fertile glow. Her belly distended slightly, the skin stretching taut as his demonic spawn took root.

The Second Round

Before she could recover, Stefano flipped the curvy slut onto her hands and knees, her pretty face pressed into the filthy pavement. The college girl's fat ass jiggled as he lined himself up with her puckered entrance.

"P-please, no! Not there—!"

His only response was a brutal thrust, the incubus throbbing cock spearing into her unprepared ass with enough **** to make her puke.

"URRKH!!"

Half-digested pasta and wine splattered onto the concrete as Stefano hammered into her, the incubus' heavy balls slapping against her swollen cunt with wet, obscene smacks.

"F-FUCK!! Y-You are... Shitshitshit!! Splitting me in half"

Her screams echoed off the alley walls, a symphony of violation and unwanted ecstasy.

The Final Mark

Stefano wrenched Angelica's head back by her hair, his foot pressing down on her face flat against the concrete as he pounded the lustful vixen's fat ass with frenzied intensity.

*PLAP!*

*PLAP!!*

*PLAP!*

The Italian beauty’s vision whited out as another orgasm wracked her curvy body, her bubble butt clenching around his invading length as she met the sex demon's relentless thrusts. Angelica's erotic contralto was hoarse from screaming,

"O-OHMYGOD!! Y-YESS, FILL ME UP!!"

With a final, guttural roar, Stefano flooded the raving slut's bowels with his tainted seed, the scalding fluid mixing with the remnants of his first creampie. As he withdrew, his cum gushed from her gaping holes, dripping onto the pavement in thick, pearlescent ropes.

THE AFTERMATH – A HUNTER UNLEASHED

Police sirens wailed in the distance.

Stefano stepped back, admiring his handiwork. Angelica lay twitching on the ground, her body flushed with sweat, her cunt and ass dripping his seed. Her fertile glow had faded—his spawn had taken root.

A final telepathic command seared into her mind:

"Forget my face. Remember only pleasure."

Then he was gone, melting into the shadows as the first police cruiser skidded into the alley.

THE HUNT CONTINUES

Stefano sprinted through the city at 150 km/h, his enhanced body thrumming with stolen power.

Regeneration: The shallow cuts from the fight sealed in minutes.

Strength: His muscles rippled with 300 kg of raw ****.

Senses: The incubus could now perceive the tantalizing pink glow much more easily, fertile women flared in his mind's eye from over 100 meters away, their scents intoxicating.

He broke into a suburban home, the lock shattering under his grip. Inside, a lonely housewife stirred in her sleep.

"W-Who are you!? W-Wait, I'm, hmmph!!"

By dawn, she would be bred, her womb filled with his corrupt seed. Another voluptuous milf joining Osiris Champion's breeding harem.

"Yess, m-more cum master..."

And Stefano would be gone, his demonspawn spreading like a virus.