A declaration of love and

MORNING RITUALS – A FATHER'S LOVE

The early morning light painted Turin in hues of gold and rose, the crisp morning air carrying the scent of dew-kissed grass and distant espresso. Parco Ruffini stretched before them, its winding paths flanked by towering oaks, their leaves whispering secrets to the waking city.

"That's where Isabella, the blonde milf cop enjoyed a good fucking... I wonder how she is doing." The backlash from overdrawing Osiris' fallen divinity were still affecting him, the breeding ritual in San Siro had only lessened the after-effects. It seems he still needed to work out more to avoid breaking down his body's fragile spiritual balance.

"One more lap, darling..."

Stefano inhaled deeply, his enhanced senses cataloging every detail—the rhythmic crunch of gravel beneath their running shoes, the distant laughter of early risers, the intoxicating musk of his daughter’s arousal as she jogged beside him. She had tried to make him stay in bed for another day, just to make sure her dad had properly recovered, but Stefano feared what they might do if he lingered too long with his pale redhead princess.

"Keep it up, dad! You are doing much better already, "

Rebecca was a vision in her tight black yoga pants and cropped tank top, the fabric clinging to every curve of her toned body. The young woman's abs flexed with each stride, her ponytail swaying like a pendulum of fire. Stefano’s golden eyes traced the swell of her ass, the way the spandex stretched taut over her plush cheeks, the faint outline of her thong visible when she bent to stretch.

"You’re staring, Dad," Rebecca teased, her emerald eyes glinting with mischief as she slowed to a walk.

Stefano smirked, adjusting the hem of his own fitted workout shirt. "Can you blame me? You’ve been working so hard."

The slender vixen preened under his praise, biting her lower lip. "Maybe someone’s been motivating me."

THE JOG – A DANCE OF TENSION

Their morning routine had become a ritual of unspoken desire. As they picked up their pace, Stefano’s incubus-enhanced stamina allowed him to match Rebecca’s effortlessly, their strides syncing in perfect harmony. The park was nearly empty at this hour—just a few dog walkers and the occasional cyclist—but Stefano’s heightened awareness detected every pair of eyes that lingered too long on his daughter.

"So," Rebecca panted, her breath coming in soft, controlled bursts, "how’s work? Still dusting off mummies and fending off **** archaeologists?"

Stefano chuckled. "Arianna will give your pops his own office. No more sharing space with that intern who kept ‘accidentally’ dropping her pencil."

Rebecca’s steps faltered for a fraction of a second, her jealousy flaring like a struck match. "Oh, how confident are you? I know how much of a bitch your boss can be, she must be mad about your two day leave..."

"Don't worry, I'll sort it out. Your dad can be very persuasive."

"..."

An awkward silence settled between them before Rebecca's soft contralto sliced at Stefano's heart between managed breaths,

"So now you can have some privacy. Convenient."

The redhead vixen picked up her pace, trying to set some space between them. Rebecca's fat ass, bouncing up and down under the morning sun was a sight to behold. However the incubus couldn't allow his daughter to leave the conversation there,

Stefano shot her a sidelong glance, amused. "Jealous, sweetheart?"

"Of course not," she lied, her cheeks flushing. "I just think it’s funny how every woman at that museum suddenly forgets how to act professional around you."

Stefano’s grin widened. "Unlike my very professional daughter, who greets me every morning by sucking my cock."

Rebecca gasped, swatting his arm. "Dad!"

But her outrage was short-lived, dissolving into giggles as Stefano pulled her into a side path, away from prying eyes. The trees here were thicker, the morning sun filtering through the leaves in dappled patterns that danced over their skin.

THE CONFESSION – A MOTHER’S BETRAYAL

Rebecca’s playful mood shifted as she leaned against an ancient oak, her chest rising and falling with exertion. "Do you ever… think about Mom?"

Stefano’s expression darkened. Jessica’s betrayal was a wound that never fully healed, though his demonic nature had dulled the pain to a faint ache. "Sometimes."

Rebecca’s fingers twisted in the hem of her tank top. "Do you miss her?"

Stefano exhaled slowly, stepping closer. "I miss the idea of her. The woman I married wouldn’t have abandoned her family."

Rebecca’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "She abandoned me too."

Stefano cupped her face, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "Listen to me, Rebecca. No matter what happens, I will never leave you. You’re my blood. My life."

His words struck deep, cracking the fragile dam of her composure. A sob escaped the redhead vixen's luscious lips before she could stifle it, and then she was in his arms, the young woman's pale face buried in his chest. Stefano held her tightly, his claws tangling in her hair as she trembled against him.

"I love you, Dad," she whispered, her soft contralto raw with years of pent up frustration.

He would make Jessica, that cheating slut pay for all the pain his daughter had to endure.

"I love you too, sweetheart," he murmured into his sweet princess' hair.

Stefano wasn't blameless, it was the middle-aged archeologist's fault if he fucked up his own world renowned respectable career. All because he couldn't swallow his pride, besmirch his honor and sign a bogus research paper presented by one of Einaudi University spoiled rich brats...

He miscalculated.

The spoiled heiress didn't just have a sugar daddy, the old man behind her was a multi-billionaire philanthropist and one of Europe's universities' biggest donors. Enrico Montanelli.

Stefano's career was dead and buried by the next evening.

His archeological sites in Honduras buried under cement, the Valley of the King's relics deemed as forgeries and sold out cheap to Enrico's trust fund. And the lawsuits... It took him five years to get out of Torino's Palagiustizia, and by the time they were done Stefano's name was worthless and Jessica, his once supporting and loving wife had grown detached leaving on month-long business trips to the Caribbean islands more and more often.

The middle-aged father was still mourning everything he lost, yet now the relic's power, Osiris fallen divinity's dark whispers screamed vengeance,

You will get everything back

With interest

Osiris Champion rules supreme

THE ESCALATION – A DAUGHTER’S DESIRE

Grief quickly twisted into something hotter, darker. Rebecca’s tears dried as Stefano’s incubus musk enveloped her, the middle-aged father's pheromones saturating the air between them. Her breath hitched, her body responding instinctively to the primal call of his biology.

Her hands slid down his chest, fingers tracing the ridges of his abs before dipping lower, to the waistband of his joggers. Stefano didn’t stop her.

"Rebecca—"

"Shh," she breathed, sinking to her knees in the soft grass.

The morning sun bathed her in golden light as she tugged his pants down just enough to free his cock, already half-hard from their proximity. Her emerald eyes locked onto his as she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste the bead of precum glistening at his tip.

"Fuck," Stefano growled, his claws digging into the bark of the tree behind him.

Rebecca smirked, her lips wrapping around his head in a slow, wet suck. She hollowed her cheeks, the redhead vixen's tongue swirling along his length as she took him deeper, her nose brushing the coarse curls at his base.

Stefano’s hips jerked involuntarily, his cock throbbing in her mouth. "D-damn, baby girl, where’d you learn that?"

Rebecca pulled off with a lewd pop, her lips slick with saliva. "You’re not the only one who watches porn, Dad."

Before he could respond, she was back on him, her mouth working him with a hunger that bordered on desperation. Her lithe fingers kneaded his thighs, the slender vixen's nails leaving faint crescents in his skin as his cockdrunk daughter lost herself in the rhythm of her worship.

THE INTERRUPTION – A BOY’S MISTAKE

A gasp shattered the moment.

Stefano’s head snapped up, his demonic instincts flaring. A high-schooler—no older than eighteen—stood frozen a few feet away, the young man's mouth agape, his backpack slipping from his shoulder.

Rebecca stiffened, but Stefano’s hand settled on her head, keeping her in place.

"Look at me," Stefano commanded, his voice laced with hypnotic power.

The boy’s gaze snapped to his, his pupils dilating instantly under the weight of Stefano’s incubus compulsion.

"You saw nothing," Stefano murmured, his golden eyes swirling like molten metal. "You woke up late today. You’re already running to school. Go."

The boy blinked, his expression going slack. Then, without another word, he turned and sprinted away, his footsteps fading into the distance.

Rebecca giggled against Stefano’s cock. "That was hot."

Stefano groaned, tugging his daughter up by her hair. "You’re insatiable."

THE CORRUPTION DEEPENS – A FATHER'S SINFUL PLEASURE

The moment their lips met, time itself seemed to fracture.

Rebecca’s mouth was fire and frenzy, her tongue plunging between Stefano’s lips with a desperation that bordered on ****. Her flavor—mint toothpaste layered with the musky aftertaste of his cock—flooded his senses, an intoxicating cocktail that made his incubus biology roar with approval.

Stefano’s claws dug into the supple flesh of her ass, his fingers kneading the plush curves through her damp yoga pants as she ground against him. The fabric did nothing to hide the heat of her pussy, the slickness that already soaked through the thin material.

"Fuck," Stefano growled against her lips, his cock throbbing where it pressed against her stomach.

Rebecca moaned, the sound vibrating through both of them as she clung to him, her nails scraping down his back.

When they finally broke apart, strands of aphrodisiac-laced saliva connected their lips, glistening in the morning sun like liquid gold. Rebecca’s breath came in ragged gasps, his daughter's pale cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her emerald eyes glazed with lust.

"My first kiss," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Stefano arched a brow, his thumb brushing her swollen lower lip. "Technically, your first kiss was with my dick."

Rebecca swatted his chest, her pout adorable. "Y-You’re ruining the moment."

Stefano chuckled, pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead. "Come on, trouble. Let’s finish our run before someone else catches us."

But even as he stepped back, his incubus musk clung to her, seeping into his daughter's pores, her bloodstream, her very soul.

THE WORKOUT – A FATHER’S PRIDE

The rest of their jog was charged with tension, every brush of their hands sending sparks through Stefano’s veins. Rebecca’s earlier melancholy had evaporated, replaced by a giddy energy that made her practically bounce as they reached an open stretch of grass near the Parco Ruffini’s central fountain.

"Alright," Stefano said, rolling his shoulders. "Warm-up drills. Let’s see if you’ve been slacking."

Rebecca dropped into a perfect handstand, her tank top riding up to expose the smooth plane of her stomach, the defined ridges of her abs flexing as she held the pose with effortless grace.

"Who’s slacking now, old man?" she teased, her voice strained but smug.

Stefano smirked, mirroring her stance with preternatural ease, his enhanced musculature making the movement look effortless.

"Cute," he murmured, his golden eyes trailing down her inverted body, admiring the way her yoga pants stretched over her ass, the fabric clinging to every curve.

They moved through their routine—push-ups, squats, lunge jumps—each exercise a silent competition. Stefano couldn’t help but admire his daughter’s form, the way her muscles flexed under her sweat-slicked skin, the determination in her eyes.

She had grown so much.

Not just physically, but in power. The young woman's golden fertile glow—the mark of their shared demonic heritage—had intensified, pulsing beneath her skin like a second heartbeat.

THE SHOWER – A DAUGHTER’S TEMPTATION

By the time they made it back to the apartment, the sun had fully risen, casting long shadows across the hardwood floors. Rebecca peeled off her damp tank top, tossing it onto the couch as she made a beeline for the bathroom.

"Shower?" she called over her shoulder, her yoga pants already sliding down her hips, revealing the swell of her ass in a lacy black thong.

Stefano followed, his eyes tracing the sway of his pale slender daughter's curves as she stepped out of her clothes, leaving them in a trail leading to the steaming water.

The shower was cramped, the glass fogging instantly as Stefano joined her beneath the spray. Rebecca turned into his embrace, her back pressing against his chest as his hands slid over her soap-slicked skin.

"Dad…" she murmured, arching into his touch.

Stefano nuzzled her neck, his cock hardening against her ass. "We don’t have time, sweetheart."

Rebecca pouted, grinding back against him. "You always say that."

Stefano chuckled, swatting her ass lightly. "And you always ignore me. School. Now."

Rebecca groaned but obeyed, stepping out of the shower with a dramatic sigh. "Fine. But tonight…"

Stefano’s grin was predatory. "Tonight, I’ll ruin you."

THE ASCENSION CONTINUES – A NIGHTMARE LORD’S PROMISE

As Rebecca dressed for school—his sweet princess' uniform skirt just short enough to make Stefano’s jaw clench—Stefano leaned against the doorway, watching her with pride. The redhead vixen looked back with a teasing smile before leaving,

"See ya, dad. Wish you good luck with Arianna!!"

Stefano chuckled, with his hypnotic powers the boss bitch haunting his work life was an easy play now. He would show the arrogant milf her place, Arianna would soon learn she belonged on her knees. His deep baritone exuded confidence as he answered,

"Hardly need it, we can have a great dinner tonight after I get my much needed and well deserved raise..."

Rebecca smiled, she didn't know yet but her dad's raise wouldn't be the end of his mind control powers... One step at a time Osiris Champion would change the whole city of Torino turning the ancient metropolis into his sacred breeding hunt ground.

As for the redhead vixen, Rebecca's role would be just as important.

She had blossomed under his guidance.

His perfect daughter.

His queen.

And soon—

Everyone would kneel.