A few months later...

Blood Bond: A Daughter's Eternal Corruption

The Public Display

The renowned 'Da Michele' restaurant was crowded—linen tablecloths, crystal glasses, the murmur of polite conversation. Rebecca sat stiffly in her chair, the redhead vixen swollen belly barely concealed beneath the tight silk of her emerald-green dress.

"E-Everyone is watching us..."

Stefano's hand rested possessively on her curvy thigh, the middle-aged man's rough fingers tracing idle circles that sent shivers up his daughter's spine.

"Stop squirming, principessa," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "Unless you want everyone to see how wet you are for your daddy."

Rebecca's breath hitched. She was wet—soaked, actually, her thighs slick with arousal, the young beauty's hungry pussy aching for him. The incubus crest on her lower abdomen pulsed faintly beneath the fabric, a constant reminder of his control.

Across the table, the mayor's husband smiled politely. "You're glowing, Rebecca! Pregnancy suits His Eminence's wife."

Rebecca **** a smile. "T-Thank you," she whispered, the pale beauty manicured nails digging into her own thighs.

Beneath the table, Stefano's fingers slid higher, teasing the soaked lace of her panties. "Tell me," he breathed, too low for anyone else to hear, "do you think they'd still say that if they knew how many times I've come inside you today?"

Rebecca whimpered, her wide childbearing hips twitching involuntarily.

Stefano smirked and hooked a finger into her lace panties, yanking them aside.

The Breaking Point

Later, in the limo ride home, Rebecca collapsed against Stefano's chest, the Italian beauty's slender body trembling, her dress hiked up around her small waist.

*PLAP!*

*PLAP!!*

*PLAP!*

Stefano's fat cock stretched her ass, the sinful father's hips pounding into her with brutal, possessive thrusts.

"D-Daddy," she sobbed, her fingers clawing at his shirt. "I—I can't—"

"You can," Stefano growled, his hand fisting in her hair, yanking her head back. "You will. This ass is mine, Rebecca. Just like your cunt. Just like your womb."

Rebecca screamed as he slammed deeper, his cock spearing her wide, his balls slapping against her swollen belly.

"Look at yourself," he hissed, forcing her to glance at the tinted window—at her own ruined reflection. "Pregnant with my children, begging for your dad's cock like a whore. This is what you are now."

Tears spilled down Rebecca's cheeks—but her hips rolled, her body betraying her as pleasure erupted through her core.

"Y-Yours," she choked out. "Daddy, I'm yours—!"

Stefano roared as he came, his cum flooding her ass, his hips grinding deep to ensure every drop stayed inside. Rebecca shook beneath him, her own orgasm ripping through her, her mind shattering under the overwhelming pleasure.

When he finally stilled, his breath hot against her neck, Rebecca clung to him, her body limp, her mind blank except for one blazing truth:

She was his.

And she never wanted to be free again.

The Final Surrender

That night, Stefano pinned her to their bed, the middle-aged man's throbbing cock teasing her dripping cunt, his fingers tight around the redhead vixen's slender neck.

"No more hypnosis," he murmured, his voice dark with promise. "No more lies."

He pushed inside, his cock stretching her wide, his hips pinning her to the mattress.

"Tell me what you want," he ordered, his voice rough with need.

Rebecca trembled, her body burning, her mind clear for the first time in months.

And yet—

"I want you," she sobbed, her nails scraping down his back. "I want your cock, your cum, your children—Daddy, I need it—!"

Stefano smiled.

Then he fucked her, his cock claiming her, his cum filling her, his claim on her absolute.

And as Rebecca shook beneath him, as her body surrendered completely, she knew:

She couldn't live without him.

She didn't want to.