Vanessa, the blonde milf's corruption deepens

The Hypnotic Pull

Vanessa stumbled to her feet, the voluptuous milf's curvy legs unsteady, her pulse racing.

The Osiris ring’s corruption—even secondhand, even diluted—pulsed through her veins, twisting the mature woman's thoughts, rewiring her desires.

She needed him.

"O-Ohmygod..."

She craved him.

"What am I doing?"

Her fingers fumbled for her phone, pulling up Stefano’s contact.

Vanessa: "Come to the house. Now."

She didn’t wait for a reply.

She couldn’t.

Her other hand slid beneath the waistband of her tailored slacks, her fingers dipping into her soaked panties.

"Fuck," she gasped, her hips rocking against her own touch.

She was dripping.

And it wasn’t just from the taste.

It was the knowledge.

The realization.

Beatrice had been keeping these for a reason.

She had been addicted.

"Shit..."

Just like Vanessa was now.

The Arrival

The doorbell rang.

*Shlick*

*Shlick*

*Shlick!*

Vanessa froze, her lithe fingers still buried inside her sopping pussy.

"Fuck..."

He was here.

The lustful minx yanked her hand free, wiping it hastily on her slacks as she strode to the intercom.

The screen flickered to life.

"I-I should ca-*Ah!*-ll the police and be done with this... dammit!!"

Stefano stood on the doorstep, the middle-aged man's towering frame silhouetted against the setting sun. His black button-down clung to his muscular chest, the sleeves rolled up to reveal corded forearms.

The Osiris ring glowed faintly on his left hand.

Submit

Please

Give up

Vanessa’s breath caught.

"Let me in," he murmured, his deep baritone a dark command.

Vanessa’s finger hovered over the button.

"Nnngh!!"

The voluptuous milf's sinful body ached.

"Yess!"

Her mind screamed, the last shreds of reason at war with the lustful woman's growing desires.

"I can't... h-he is too dangerous..."

She pressed it. The incubus' taunting words echoing in her skull.

"Ah, and here I thought you would fight some more... what a pity."

The gates of hell opened.