Stefano flees into the neighbourhood, his target is a hot barista!

The Barista’s Transformation

The coffee shop was nearly empty when Stefano stepped inside, the bell above the door jingling softly, the Osiris Ring's dark whispers made every sensation heavy on the middle-aged archeologist's skin.

Breed

Dominate

Corrupt

The scent of roasted beans and steamed milk filled the air, but beneath it—there. The intoxicating musk of a fertile woman. The incubus' nostrils flared as his corrupt gaze locked onto the curvy barista behind the counter.

Monica.

"Huu... why do I feel so hot all of a sudden? S-Shit... this man looks so creepy, this neighbourhood is becoming a fucking dump." A mental echo, he couldn't blame her, the way his eyes roamed the voluptuous milf's body, settling on her fat tits and that sweet ass barely contained in those skimpy jeans...

Breed

She was a sight to behold, and tonight Stefano would make sure she walked back home thoroughly stuffed.

Dominate

Late thirties, thick hips, full breasts straining against her apron, and a wedding ring glinting under the fluorescent lights. Perfect.

Corrupt

She looked up, the mature beauty's warm hazel eyes meeting his—and for a split second, her breath hitched. Something primal in Stefano’s gaze made her fingers tremble as the sexy barista set down the mug she’d been polishing.

"H-Hi, what can I get you?"

Stefano smiled, slow and predatory.

"Something strong," he murmured, leaning against the counter. His deep baritone echoing with the Osiris Ring's corruption, laced with just a hint of hypnotic resonance. "Black. No sugar."

Monica swallowed, the curvy milf's pulse fluttering at her throat as she turned to the espresso machine. She didn’t notice the way his shadow stretched unnaturally behind him, nor the faint violet glow in his irises.

"S-Sure honey... I'll get to it."

But the mature woman's sinuous body reacted.

"Nnngh!!"

Monica's nipples pebbled beneath her bra.

"W-What the hell is... fuck!! What is wrong with me!?"

A flush crept up her slender neck. Between the sexy barista's curvy thighs, an unfamiliar heat pooled.

Stefano inhaled deeply, savoring her arousal.

"Long shift?" he asked, the sex demon's voice smooth, conversational.

"Y-Yeah," Monica laughed nervously, her fingers fumbling with the portafilter. "Just me today. M... husband couldn't make it... as usual"

"That’s a shame," Stefano murmured, his fingers drumming against the counter. "You look like you could use some... relief."

Monica’s breath caught.

Something about the way he said it—like he knew—made the voluptuous beauty's thighs press together.

The espresso machine hissed.

Stefano’s smile widened.

The First Touch

When she handed him the cup, their fingers brushed.

A jolt of electricity shot up Monica’s arm, her vision swimming for just a second—long enough for Stefano to push.

A whisper of dark energy slithered into her mind.

"You’re so tired," he murmured, his voice wrapping around her thoughts like smoke. "Aren’t you?"

Monica blinked, swaying slightly.

"I... I am," she admitted, her voice distant.

"You should close early," Stefano suggested, his thumb stroking the inside of her wrist. "Come with me."

Her lips parted.

She should refuse.

She should call her husband.

But the words wouldn’t come.

Instead, she nodded.

"O-Okay."

The Alleyway

Stefano led her out the back, into the dimly lit alley behind the coffee shop. The moment the door clicked shut, he pushed her against the brick wall, his body caging her in.

Monica gasped, her heart hammering—but not from fear.

"W-What are you—"

"Shhh," Stefano purred, his claws tracing the neckline of her blouse. "You want this."

And she did.

The sexy barista's curvy body burned for him, her mind foggy with need.

"Nnnngh!!"

Stefano’s fingers hooked into her collar, ripping the fabric open with a single tug. Buttons scattered across the pavement as her heavy tits spilled free, her nipples already stiff and aching.

"F-Fuck," she whimpered, arching into his touch.

Stefano chuckled darkly, his other hand sliding down to her waistband.

"Oh, we’re just getting started."

With a sharp yank, her leggings and panties were around her ankles, leaving her bare and exposed to the cool night air.

Monica’s breath came in short, frantic gasps as Stefano’s fingers delved between her thighs, finding her soaked.

"Dirty girl," he growled, his fingers thrusting into her dripping cunt. "Married, and yet this wet for a stranger?"

Monica moaned, her wide childbearing hips rocking against his hand.

"I—I can’t—"

She was married for fuck's sake... yeah but the sexy barista's husband had been neglecting her as of late, even leaving his innocent wife to work so late...

"You can," Stefano corrected, his deep baritone dropping into a hypnotic rumble. "And you will."

Then—

The air warped.

Stefano’s body swelled, his muscles bulging, the middle-aged archeologist olive skin darkening to a deep, lustful purple.

"W-What the fuck!!"

Monica’s hazel eyes widened as he transformed before her—towering over two meters tall, the incubus' fat cock thickening into a monstrous 17-inch beast, veins pulsing with demonic energy.

"HOLY SH—"

Stefano slammed her back against the wall, his claws digging into her hips as he aligned his throbbing length with her dripping entrance.

"This is what you needed," he hissed, his fangs grazing her neck. "This is what you craved."

Then he thrust.

The Breeding

Monica screamed as he split her wide open, the mature woman's fat pussy stretching around his girth, her walls clenching in helpless ecstasy.

"TOO—TOO BIG—AH! FUCK!"

Stefano growled, his manly hips pounding into her with deep, brutal thrusts, each one driving her higher, faster, deeper into madness.

*Plap!*

*Plap!!*

*Plap!*

The sexy barista's heavy mommy milkers bounced wildly, her fat ass slamming against the brick with every piston of his hips.

"Y-You’re—ruining me—!" she sobbed, her manicured nails scrabbling at his scaled chest.

"No," Stefano corrected, his voice resonating with dark power. "I’m fixing you."

His claws dug in harder, the sex demon's cock swelling hotter as his release built.

Monica’s eyes rolled back.

"F-Fuck!! "

The mature woman's sinful body convulsed, the fallen divinity's corruption seeping into

Then—

"CUM FOR ME," Stefano commanded.

And she did.

"O-OHMYGODD!! YES!"

The cheating slut's cunt clamped down like a vice, her shrill screams echoing through the alley as her orgasm shattered her.

"Y-Yes... fill me up!! I-I ne-*AHH!!!!*-ed this soooo bad!!"

Stefano roared, the incubus' fat cock pulsing as he unloaded deep inside her, his seed flooding her womb with demonic potency.

Monica whimpered, the curvy beauty's legs shaking as his tainted cum filled her to bursting, her belly already swelling slightly from the sheer volume.

Stefano grinned, his fangs glistening.

"Good girl."

The Hypnotic Gift

As Monica slumped against him, dazed and dripping, Stefano pressed a claw to her forehead.

"You will remember this as a dream," he murmured, his voice weaving into her mind. "A strange, hot dream. And when your husband fucks you tonight, you’ll believe the child is his."

Monica nodded sluggishly, her pupils dilated.

"Y-Yes... dream..."

Stefano licked his lips.

"Now go home, kitten."

And with that final hypnotic push, Monica’s mind shifted—her thoughts simplifying, her instincts sharpening into something more... feline.

She giggled, nuzzling against his chest before stumbling back, her clothes magically repaired.

"Mmm... ‘kay," she purred, swaying slightly as she turned toward the street.

Stefano watched her go, his cock still glistening with her juices.

Then his phone buzzed.

A text from Rebecca:

"Dad!! Where are you!? Come home, I need you xoxo..."

Stefano smirked.

The hunt was just beginning.