I watched them leave, the car purring to life, the sound fading into the distance. Then, I turned my attention back to the task at hand, my mind sharp, my resolve unyielding.
Emily pressed her body against mine, her fingers tracing the hard lines of my chest, her breath warm against my skin. "Just us now," she whispered, her voice husky, her eyes dark with anticipation, her lips brushing against my ear.
"Tell me, my succubus..." she purred, hugging me tightly, her body molding against mine. "What other abilities do you have? I wanna know everything..."
I chuckled, pulling her onto my lap, my hands gripping her waist as I held her close. "Oh, you want to know everything, do you?" I murmured, my voice low and teasing. "Fine. I’ve got Telekinesis—move things with my mind.
Teleportation—jump anywhere in the world in a blink.
System Storage—keep anything I want in a pocket dimension. And The Healer—fix any wound, any pain..." My fingers trailed down her back, my touch light but possessive.
Emily let out a surprised gasp, her eyes widening. "Then why didn’t you heal my pussy with your cum?" she pouted, her voice laced with mock frustration. "It’s still hurting..."
I smirked, my hand sliding down to slap her ass with a sharp crack. "Because," I growled, my voice rough with amusement, "I wanted your naughty pussy to remember it for a long time."
Emily’s breath hitched, her body squirming on my lap, her cheeks flushing. "You’re so mean," but then she whined, her voice filled with excitement, her eyes gleaming. "You said you can teleport, right? So why don’t we go right now—teleport directly to Russia!"
I nodded, my fingers tracing circles on her back. "Yeah, we could do that."
Emily squealed, throwing her arms around me, her voice bubbling with excitement. "My husband is so awesome!"
I smirked, my mind already shifting gears. "SERA," I commanded, my voice smooth. "Show me live footage. Track Victor."
The holographic screen flickered to life, casting a pale blue glow over Emily’s excited face as we watched Victor cower in his dingy motel room. His gaunt face was twisted with paranoia, his eyes darting around like a rat trapped in a corner. "Pathetic," I muttered, my voice cold, my fingers tracing idle circles on Emily’s waist. "But he won’t be hiding for long."
Emily’s eyes gleamed with dark anticipation, her fingers tightening around mine, her breath warm against my skin. "So... when do we leave?" she whispered, her voice thick with excitement, her body pressing closer. "I wanna see you hunt him down."
I grinned, my hand sliding up to grip the back of her neck, pulling her in for a deep, possessive kiss.
Then, my lips brushed her ear, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr. "Do you want to give your previous husband a show...?" I whispered, my fingers trailing down her spine, sending a shiver through her. "Make him go crazy..."
Emily wasn’t afraid of Victor anymore—not after knowing who I was, what I could do. Her voice was steady, proactive, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "What do you have in mind?"
I smirked, my fingers tracing the curve of her hip. "It’s a surprise," I murmured. "You’ll like it. Trust me."
She didn’t hesitate. "When are we leaving?"
"Right now," I said, my voice smooth, my mind already shifting to the hunt.
I turned to SERA. "Show me the photo of the motel where Victor is staying."
The screen flickered again, this time displaying a rundown, two-story building with peeling paint and flickering neon signs. "Got it," I murmured, pulling Emily tightly against me. "Let’s go to Moscow."
In a blink, the world dissolved around us—then snapped back into focus. We were standing in a shadowed alley beside the motel, the cold Moscow air biting at our skin. Emily gasped, her fingers clutching at my arm. "What—we’re already here?!" she breathed, her voice trembling with awe. "OMG! It’s too magical!"
I chuckled, pinching her nose playfully. "Come on," I murmured, my voice low. "Let’s get a room."
Five minutes later, we were inside the motel’s front office, the stale smell of cigarettes and cheap cleaning products clinging to the air.
I booked the room next to Victor’s—Room 12B, right beside his 12A. The walls were thin, the wood worn and cracked, the kind of place where secrets didn’t stay secret for long.
I led Emily inside, the door creaking shut behind us. The room was just as grimy as I’d expected—lumpy mattress, stained sheets, the faint scent of mold clinging to the air. But none of that mattered.
I activated my AI Lens, my vision piercing through the thin wooden wall like it wasn’t even there.
Victor was sprawled on his bed, his back to us, his attention glued to the flickering TV screen, completely oblivious to the storm about to break over him. Perfect.
The beds in our room and his were back-to-back, separated by nothing but that flimsy wooden wall—thin enough that every sound, every gasp, every desperate whimper would carry through like it was happening right in front of him.
And that’s when the idea hit me.
I turned to Emily, my voice a dark, hungry growl. "I’m going to fuck his wife..." My fingers trailed down her arm, my touch sending a shiver through her, my lips brushing her ear. "Right against this wall. And he’s going to hear every single moan. Every gasp. Every time you beg for more."
Emily’s breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation, her eyes darkening with lust. "Y-yes..." she whispered, her voice already thick with need. "Make him hear everything..."
I didn’t wait for more.
SMACK!
My hand came down hard on her ass, the sound echoing through the room, the sting making her gasp. "Aaaaaah—!Fuck!—You’re so bad..." she moaned, her voice dripping with desire, her body already arching into my touch.
I lifted Emily effortlessly, my hands gripping her waist as I tossed her onto the bed with a rough thrust. She landed with a soft thud, her breath escaping in a surprised gasp as her body bounced slightly on the worn mattress.
Without wasting a second, I tore off her clothes—her shirt first, then her bra, revealing her heavy, perfect tits, the nipples already hard and begging for attention. I yanked down her pants and panties in one swift motion, leaving her completely naked, her smooth, glistening pussy already wet with anticipation.
I didn’t stop there. My own clothes came off just as quickly, my cock springing free, already rock-hard and throbbing with need. Emily’s eyes darkened as she watched me, her lips parting in a hungry gasp.
Before she could react, I flipped her onto her stomach, my hands rough but possessive as I pressed her body against the wall. Her heavy tits were mashed against the thin wood, her ass sticking up in the air, begging for my touch, her pussy already dripping, her juices glistening in the dim light.
SMACK!