Painting the voluptuous mom with his cum

Nocturnal Corruption – The Tainting of Reya

The moment Reya’s head touched the pillow, Aslan’s power surged—a corrupt darkness wrapping around her mind, pulling the curvy milf under with irresistible ****. His mother's lush eyelashes fluttered once, twice, before her emerald eyes rolled back, her body going limp beneath him.

"Sleep, Mom," Aslan murmured, his low baritone layered with something deeper, something otherworldly.

And she obeyed.

"W-What are you... *Yawn*... F-Fuck..."

Her breathing slowed, the mature redhead's plump lips parting slightly, her chest rising and falling in the rhythm of **** serenity.

But Aslan wasn’t done.

Not even close.

The Claiming Begins

Moonlight spilled through the blinds, painting silver stripes across Reya’s voluptuous form. The sinful redhead's silk robe had fallen open, revealing the full, heavy swell of her K-cup breasts, their pink nipples stiff even in slumber.

"You are so fucking perfect mom..."

The soft curve of her belly, marked by the faintest stretchmarks—his doing, from the pregnancy she didn’t remember—shimmered with a sheen of sweat.

Aslan’s cock throbbed.

He stroked himself slowly, his golden eyes drinking in the sight of her—his mother, helpless, pliant, his.

"You’re going to be such a good slut for me," he whispered, his voice thick with hunger.

Then, with a shuddering groan, he came.

"F-Fuck!"

Thick ropes of cum splashed across Reya’s chest, her stomach, her thighs—pearl-white against her pale skin, glistening like liquid sin.

But this was only the beginning.

The Incubus Awakens

As the last drops spilled from his cock, the Osiris ring burned against his finger, its dark energy surging through his veins. His muscles tensed, his bones shifted—subtle at first, then undeniable.

His nails elongated into wicked black claws.

The young man's hazel eye glowed, the dark pupils dilated, swallowing the gold of his irises into endless black.

A low, guttural growl rumbled in his chest as his true nature surfaced—just for tonight.

"Mine," the demon purred, dragging a claw through the mess on Reya’s stomach, spreading his seed across her skin like oil.

And as he worked, the corruption seeped in.

His cum wasn’t just cum—not anymore.

It was taint.

Corruption.

Ownership.

Every stroke of his claws massaged it deeper into the voluptuous milf's flesh, into her soul.

"Hmmm!!"

Reya whimpered in her sleep, the mature woman's wide childbearing hips shifting restlessly, her pussy clenching around nothing.

"That’s it," Aslan crooned, his voice layered with the echoes of the abyss. "Let it in. Let me ruin you."

The Breeder's Crest

As the night wore on, Aslan painted her with his essence—her breasts, her throat, the soft inside of her thighs.

And then—

A flicker of pink.

Right above her womb.

The faintest outline of a crest—a swirling, intricate sigil, pulsing like a heartbeat.

The incubus brand.

"Yes," Aslan hissed, his claws tracing the mark, coaxing it to the surface. "Take it. Take me."

Reya’s back arched, a silent scream parting her lips as the mark burned into her—not yet permanent, not yet undeniable, but there.

A promise.

A warning.

The Forgetful Dawn

The first rays of sunlight crept through the blinds, and Aslan felt his power wane. His claws retracted, his eyes bled back to gold, his demonic form receding like a nightmare at dawn.

But the corruption remained.

His cum—once thick and glistening—now evaporated, absorbed by Reya’s skin or purged into wisps of black smoke that curled toward the ceiling before dissipating.

Only the memory of his touch lingered.

And the brand—his incubus mark—still faint, still hidden, but there.

Aslan leaned down, pressing a kiss to Reya’s forehead, his hypnotic baritone a whisper against her pale skin.

"Go back to your room, Mom."

Reya’s eyes fluttered open—blank, obedient.

She rose, her movements smooth, her mind empty of the night’s transgressions.

But her body remembered.

And soon—

Very soon—

She would too.