11 [R+]

Mrs. Wong held a piece of meat that didn't belong to her husband in her hand and she justified it by blaming him for leaving her alone for an extended period. She found herself in this predicament unintentionally, originally intending to help the troubled individual, Kenzo. However, now she held his shaft in her hand, though she knew what she was doing wasn't right but this only made it more exciting.

The longing in her eyes indicated a desire for more, but the current situation fell short. Kenzo, aware of the potential return of the succubus that transformed him, couldn't comprehend why Mrs. Wong was hesitating.

Kenzo's hand ventured towards her breast and groped it, discovering their remarkable softness, akin to a fluffy pillow. Mrs. Wong responded with a moan, prompting Kenzo to realize he could expedite matters by taking charge.

Mrs. Wong felt a mix of anticipation and suspicion as Kenzo lifted her blouse, exposing her ample bosom encased in a snug black bra. Despite her reservations about him, the desire within her overpowered any lingering doubts. Yielding to his advances, Kenzo unveiled her breasts, which proudly defied gravity despite her curvaceous figure.

"We really shouldn't be doing this," Mrs. Wong weakly murmured, her feeble resistance barely audible. However, Kenzo paid no attention to her words, consumed by his own desires. His mouth found its place on her sensitive flesh, suckling on her like a newborn in search of nourishment.

As Mrs. Wong's clasped thighs gradually parted, Kenzo's observant gaze caught the subtle change. Seizing the opportunity, he firmly grasped her other breast, teasing her nipple with a circular motion.

A low, pleasure-filled moan escaped Mrs. Wong's lips, betraying her excitement and signaling her readiness for more.

Unwilling to prolong the foreplay, Kenzo withdrew his lips from her breast, his actions deliberate and unhurried. Mrs. Wong, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, looked at him with eyes that begged for deeper intimacy. The craving within her was insatiable. She yearned for more.

Kenzo's eyes fell upon the skimpy dress she wore, recognizing that it would facilitate easy access. With a swift movement, he freed his erection from his pants. Mrs. Wong reveled in the flattery of arousing such an attractive man, unaware that her allure was not the sole reason for his excitement.

"You're so big," she murmured, her curiosity mingling with apprehension about how she would accommodate something of that size.

"I can't do this! I can't!" Mrs. Wong abruptly snapped out of her lustful state, rising from her position. Kenzo couldn't help but think, "Again?" Kenzo thought to himself. However, this time it seemed she genuinely meant it, as she hastily made her way towards the door.

Though she may have already betrayed her fidelity, she still yearned to salvage the remnants of her dignity. But Kenzo, witnessing the enticing sway of her ass, only grew more captivated by her. Determined not to let her escape, he lunged forward, seizing her waist and forcefully pressing her face against the wall. The element of suspense hung in the air as their encounter took an unexpected turn.

"W-What are you doing!?" Mrs. Wong barked, though she had no right to. She had broken into his house to snoop around, despite his repeated warnings.

"What do you mean, what am I doing? I'm about to fuck you," Kenzo responded, feeling his erection brushing against her backside. Mrs. Wong couldn't help but grow even wetter, her arousal evident as her pussy juices trickled down her thighs. Kenzo hadn't realized such a reaction was possible.

"Can you say no to me? If you can, then do so, and I will let you go. But you will never know the sensation of this inside you," Kenzo teased, rubbing his erect member up and down against her ass.

"N..." Mrs. Wong couldn't bring herself to say it, her escape slipping away as he pursued her. Kenzo's hands remained firmly wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer.

"But if you do refuse me, I don't think your daughter would possess the same resolve, Mrs. Wong," Kenzo whispered in her ear.

Kenzo had never been a good person, an assassin who took pleasure in tormenting others. This was yet another opportunity for his twisted mind games, even though the mother shouldn't be concerned if he had consensual sex with her daughter.

Kenzo's hand crept up Mrs. Wong's body, slowly reaching her breasts. As his fingertips groped her, he planted wet, eager kisses on the nape of her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

Mrs. Wong was done resisting. Her desire for him was overwhelming, and she longed to feel him inside her. She repositioned her ass, angling it perfectly to take in his throbbing shaft.

Kenzo, on the verge of becoming a full-fledged Incubus, savored the anticipation. With deliberate slowness, he slipped in the tip of his pulsating member, relishing the way Mrs. Wong's body yielded to him.

The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It was as if his new form heightened every aspect of their lovemaking. Pleasure coursed through his veins as he delved deeper into her warmth.

Mrs. Wong lost all ability to compose words, consumed by a primal need for more. She found herself pushing her waist back, hungrily devouring every inch he offered.

Kenzo was taken aback by her capacity to handle so much, but it only fueled his desire to give her every inch of his magnificent penis. With a primal thrust of his hips, he plunged forward, their bodies merging into one. 

She was so tight and it was clear how sex starved she was, Kenzo watched her bounce her ass on his dick like a bitch in heat. 

The collision of flesh made her ass cheeks ripple, his dick covered in her creamy juice. 

Kenzo grabbed her hair and pulled it slightly, meeting her thrust halfway as squishy sounds of her coochie echoed.

Kenzk smirked because this had flipped a switch in him, there was so much he wanted to do but all that would have to wait as the doorknob twisted. 

"Checkmate," Kenzo thought to himself, the succubus had returned too late.