Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 685: I’m Not Human!

Margaret’s lips parted obediently, her tongue darting out to lick her own juices from my fingers, her embarrassed moans vibrating against my skin. "Mmm..." she whimpered, her lashes fluttering as she sucked my fingers clean, her shame only making her wetter.

I captured her lips in a deep, possessive kiss, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth, letting her taste herself on me.

When I finally pulled back, her lips were swollen and glistening, her eyes dazed and heavy with lust. Margaret pressed her forehead against my chest, her breath hot and ragged, her fingers clawing at my shirt as her body arched into me.

"Master..." she whimpered, her voice trembling with need, "My pussy... it kept remembering your cock..." Her voice cracked, raw and desperate.

"All these lonely nights..." She shuddered, her body aching for me. "Please... punish my naughty pussy..."

I grabbed her ass hard in my palm, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, squeezing just enough to make her gasp.

"Don’t worry..." I growled, my voice rough with promise, "I’ll punish you... and your sisters’ naughty pussies..."

My grip tightened, my thumb pressing against her soaked folds, making her whimper. "All you sluts want... once I come back from Russia."

Her breath hitched, her body trembling as I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. "But until then..." My voice dropped, dark and commanding. "You are not allowed to touch your pussies..."

My fingers slid between her thighs, teasing her throbbing clit, making her jolt. "And tell your sisters..." I pinched her clit, hard, making her cry out. "If anyone touches their pussies..." My grip tightened on her ass, my cock throbbing against her. "They won’t get my cock."

Margaret whimpered, her body shuddering as she nodded, her fingers clutching at me. "Master is so cruel..." she moaned, her voice thick with frustration.

"Sister Stella..." She bit her lip, her eyes darkening with the thought. "She’s going to have a hard time... holding herself back..."

I chuckled, dark and knowing, my hand sliding up to grip her throat, my fingers wrapping around her delicate skin as I tilted her face up to meet my gaze. "Good," I murmured, my lips curving into a smirk, my thumb brushing her swollen lower lip.

"Let her ache for it." My voice dropped to a whisper, my breath hot against her ear. "Let all of you ache..." I pressed my throbbing cock against her, hard and unrelenting, my grip on her throat tightening just enough to make her whimper.

"Because when I get back..." My voice roughened, thick with promise and dominance. "I’m going to fuck the need right out of you."

Margaret’s breath hitched, her eyes darkening with lust and frustration, her body trembling against mine. "Y-Yes, Master..." she whispered, her voice shaking with desire.

With a final, possessive squeeze of Margaret’s throat, I pulled back, my grip lingering just long enough to remind her who she belonged to. My mind shifted seamlessly to the tasks at hand, the weight of responsibility settling over me like a second skin.

I assigned two Shadow Guards to each of my women—Freya, Emily, Suzy, Nancy, and Margaret—their presence a silent but unshakable promise of protection.

But my concern didn’t stop there. My mind raced through the faces of the women who mattered—each of them precious, each of them vulnerable without me there to protect them.

I sent additional Shadow Guards to Hannah, her sharp wit and fierce independence masking the fragility I knew lurked beneath. To Haruna, whose love ran deep, and especially to Yuko.

Yuko—wild, unpredictable, lethal. I didn’t know if she’d take any missions while I was gone, if she’d throw herself into danger just to distract herself from the ache of my absence.

But I wasn’t taking any chances. I pulled the lead Shadow Guard aside, my voice low, deadly, my gaze unwavering. "Keep her safe," I growled. "No. Matter. What." The unspoken threat hung in the air—failure wasn’t an option.

"They answer to no one but me," I growled, my voice low and unyielding. "And if anyone so much as looks at you wrong, they have my permission to erase them."

The girls exchanged glances, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and confusion. But before they could question me, I stepped back, my gaze sweeping over them.

"There’s something you should know about me," I said, my voice calm but charged with an undercurrent of power. "Something that explains a lot."

Freya’s eyebrows shot up, her hand instinctively resting on her pregnant belly. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of nervousness.

I said, my voice dropping to a whisper that somehow carried through the room like a thunderclap. "I’m an Incubus."

Silence.

Then—

"W-What?!" Emily blurted, her eyes wide with shock.

Suzy’s mouth fell open, her fingers clutching at Nancy’s arm. "That’s—that’s not possible!" she stammered, but her voice wavered, her gaze flickering between me and the others, as if searching for confirmation.

Nancy’s breath hitched, her mind racing. "But—that would explain so much," she whispered, her eyes locking onto mine. "Your stamina... the way we can’t resist you... the way you make us feel—"

Freya’s face paled, but her voice was steady, her mind working quickly. "So... you’re a demon

I chuckled, dark and knowing. "Not a demon," I corrected, my voice smooth as silk. "An Incubus. A being of lust and desire. Feeding on the energy of pleasure." My gaze intensified, sweeping over each of them. "And you’ve all fed me very well."

Emily’s cheeks flushed, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her dress. "So... everything we’ve felt..." she trailed off, her voice breathy.

"Was real," I confirmed, my voice low and velvety. "Just enhanced."

Suzy bit her lip, her eyes darkening with realization. "That’s why we can’t get enough of you," she murmured, her voice thick with lust.

Nancy nodded, her gaze locked onto me. "And why we never want to."

Freya exhaled slowly, her mind processing the revelation. "So... you’re immortal?" she asked, her voice tinged with awe.

I shrugged, a smirk playing on my lips, my eyes gleaming with amusement and something darker—pride, possession, the unshakable knowledge of what I was. "Let’s just say I’m very hard to kill."

For a moment, silence hung in the air, heavy with the weight of my words. Then—

Freya stepped forward first, her arms wrapping around my waist, her pregnant belly pressing against me. "We don’t care," she murmured, her voice soft but firm, her fingers clutching at my shirt. "We just know..." Her eyes locked onto mine, burning with devotion. "You’re ours."

Emily was next, molding herself against my side, her hand sliding up to grip my shoulder. "All ours," she purred, her lips brushing my neck, her tongue darting out to taste my skin. "And we’re yours."

Suzy and Nancy followed, sandwiching me between them, their bodies pressing close, their hands roaming over me—possessive, hungry. "No matter what you are," Suzy whispered, her fingers tracing the muscles of my back. "You’re ours first."

"Always," Nancy added, her lips pressing against my chest, her voice muffled but full of conviction.