Ethan stood in Jane's kitchen, the air thick with the scent of their sex—her arousal mixed with the faint chamomile from the forgotten tea. She was still perched on the counter, legs dangling, her yoga pants and panties in a crumpled heap on the floor. Cum glistened on her flat stomach, marking her like a claim. Her green eyes, usually so sharp and confident, were hazy now, lips parted as she caught her breath. Forty years old, married for fifteen, and here she was, freshly fucked by the eighteen-year-old neighbor kid she'd baked cookies for last Christmas.
He pulled up his pants but didn't buckle them, watching her.
The system pinged in his vision, blue text floating like a ghost:
MILF Hunter System Alert:
Target: Jane Smith – Corruption at 100%. Basic break achieved. +1000 Lust Points.
Bonus Objective Unlocked: Full Submission. Make her pledge loyalty as your submissive harem member. Reward: +500 Lust Points. Turn her into your obedient MILF slut—body, mind, and soul. She hesitates? Push harder.
Ethan's dick twitched at the words, already half-hard again despite the release. The demoness's game was twisting him, but he didn't care. Power surged through him, a quiet hum under his skin. Jane was the perfect start: lonely, affectionate, ripe for breaking.
She slid off the counter on shaky legs, reaching for a dish towel to wipe herself clean. Her breasts swayed free, nipples still hard from his mouth.
"Ethan... that was... God, I don't know what came over me."
Her voice cracked, a mix of guilt and lingering heat. She pulled her tank top back on, but it did little to hide the flush creeping up her neck.
"We can't do this again. John's coming home tomorrow. This was a mistake—a crazy, one-time thing."
He stepped closer, crowding her against the counter.
"Was it?"
His hand cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. She was shorter than him, curvier, her body still humming from the orgasms he'd given her.
"You came twice, Jane. Screaming my name. John's never made you feel like that, has he?"
She bit her lip, those full Angelina Jolie lips trembling.
"Don't say that. I've been married longer than you've been alive. You're like a son to me—"
"But I'm not," he cut in, voice low and firm. His free hand slid under her shirt, palming her breast, thumb circling the nipple until she gasped. "I'm the man who just fucked you senseless on your kitchen counter. And you're wet again already, aren't you?"
She tried to pull away, but her body betrayed her, arching into his touch. Tears welled in her eyes—real drama, the kind that made his chest tighten with dark excitement.
"Ethan, please. I love my husband. This isn't me. I'm not some... some cheater. What if someone finds out? Your mom, the neighbors..."
He kissed her then, hard and possessive, swallowing her protests. She resisted for a heartbeat, hands pushing at his chest, but then she melted, moaning into his mouth. When he broke away, he whispered against her lips, "No one's gonna find out. But you're mine now, Jane. I want you—all of you. Submissive. Obedient. Part of my world."
Her eyes widened, confusion mixing with the lust. "What are you talking about? Harem? Ethan, that's crazy. I'm not that kind of woman."
He grabbed her hand, leading her out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the master bedroom—her and John's room, with the king-sized bed and wedding photos on the nightstand. She hesitated at the door, digging her heels in. "Not here. Not in our bed."
"Yes, here," he said, pulling her inside and shutting the door. He stripped off his hoodie and shirt, revealing his lean but newly energized body.
"Because this is where you'll submit to me. Fully."
She stood there, arms crossed over her chest, looking torn.
"I can't. This is wrong on so many levels. The age difference, the betrayal... I should call your mother right now."
But she didn't move toward the phone. Ethan closed the distance, peeling her tank top off again, then turning her to face the mirror above the dresser. He stood behind her, hands roaming her body—squeezing her ass, sliding between her thighs to find her soaked. "Look at yourself," he murmured in her ear.
"See how bad you want this? John's away half the time, leaving you alone. I see you, Jane. I appreciate you. And I'll fuck you like you deserve—every night if I want."
She watched their reflection, her breath hitching as his fingers circled her clit. "Oh God... I do want it. But I shouldn't. Promise me this stays between us?"
"Promise," he lied smoothly, nipping her earlobe. He pushed her forward gently, bending her over the dresser. In the mirror, her eyes met his—hesitant, but hungry. He dropped his pants, positioned himself, and slid into her from behind, slow and deep.
"Fuck," she groaned, gripping the dresser edge. "You're so big... feels so good."
He started thrusting, steady rhythm building to hard slams that made her breasts bounce. The drama fueled him—her whispers of "We shouldn't" turning into "Don't stop." He fucked her like that for twenty minutes, pulling her hair, spanking her ass until it reddened. She came again, sobbing, but he didn't stop.
"Submit to me," he growled, pounding deeper.
"Say you're my woman. My harem sl*t. Beg for it."
She shook her head at first, tears streaming. "I can't... John's face... our life..."
He pulled out, flipped her onto the bed—their marital bed—and climbed between her legs. Face to face now, he entered her missionary style, slow grinds that hit her G-spot. Her legs wrapped around him instinctively.
"You can. You want to. Imagine it—me owning you, using you whenever I want. No more lonely nights."
The hesitation cracked. She clawed at his back, hips bucking up to meet him. "Yes... God, yes. It feels too good to fight. Make me yours, Ethan. Please."
He ramped up, fucking her harder, the headboard banging against the wall. Sweat slicked their bodies. He made her cum twice more like that, then pulled out and had her on her knees, sucking him off—deep throating with teary eyes, gagging but eager.
"Good girl," he praised, and she moaned around his cock.
All night it went like that. He took her in every position: doggy on the floor, her riding him reverse cowgirl while he slapped her ass, even against the window overlooking the street, risking the neighbors. Each time, he whispered commands—"Call me Master,"
"Beg for my cum"—and she resisted less and less. The drama peaked around 3 a.m. when she broke down crying mid-fuck, confessing how empty her marriage felt, how Ethan made her feel alive. He held her through it, then fucked the tears away, turning her sobs into screams of pleasure.
By dawn, she was spent, curled against him in the rumpled sheets.
"I'm yours," she whispered, voice raw. "Your sl*t. Part of whatever harem you want. Just... don't leave me like this."
He kissed her forehead, system pinging victory:
Bonus Objective Complete: Full Submission Achieved. +500 Lust Points.
Harem Member Added: Jane Smith – Submissive Level 1. Unlock upgrades for loyalty and skills.
Ethan smiled in the dim light. His body ached from the marathon, but the power felt infinite. Jane was broken, remade—his first true conquest. And the night was just the beginning.