Almost

Chapter #3 – The Breaking Point

Stefano’s fingers trembled around the bronze ring, the metal scorching his skin as if it were fresh from a forge. The hieroglyphs pulsed with an eerie, violet luminescence, their ancient script writhing like serpents beneath his touch. Osiris’ voice—deep, resonant, hungry—thrummed through his skull, vibrating in his bones, whispering promises of power, of dominion, of pleasure beyond mortal comprehension.

"She is yours," the god murmured, the words dripping like honeyed poison into Stefano’s mind. "Flesh of your flesh. Blood of your blood. The first vessel for your new divinity."

Rebecca knelt before him, her emerald eyes glazed, her lips swollen and slick with spit and pre-cum. The violet sigil on her hip pulsed in time with the ring’s rhythm, its tendrils creeping across her skin like living ink, branding her as his. Her chest heaved, her nipples stiff beneath the thin fabric of her tank top, her thighs slick with arousal.

"Please, Dad," she whimpered, her voice raw, ****. "I need it. I need you."

Stefano’s cock ached, thick and heavy between them, veins bulging along its length, his balls churning with seed that was no longer entirely his own. The ring’s power thrummed through him, demanding submission, demanding consummation.

But then—

A flicker.

A resistance.

Somewhere, buried beneath the dark tide of Osiris’ will, Stefano remembered.

She’s my daughter.

The thought was a spark in the darkness.

No.

His fingers clenched around the ring, the metal burning, searing, as if punishing him for defiance.

Rebecca moaned, her fingers digging into his thighs, her nails leaving crescent marks in his flesh. "Don’t stop," she begged, her voice trembling. "Don’t you dare stop."

Stefano gritted his teeth, his body screaming for release, his mind splintering between the god’s command and the last vestiges of his humanity.

"You cannot deny me," Osiris growled, the voice reverberating through his skull. "You are mine now. And she is yours."

Stefano roared, his fingers tearing at the ring—

—and for a single, impossible moment, it loosened.

The hold on Rebecca’s mind fractured.

Her eyes cleared, the black haze receding just enough for recognition to flicker in her gaze.

"Dad?" she whispered, her voice small, confused.

Stefano staggered back, his breath ragged, his cock throbbing, his body betraying him even as his soul rebelled.

He couldn’t.

Not like this.

Not her.

With a snarl, he wrenched the ring from his finger—

—and the kitchen exploded in violet light.

Rebecca screamed, her body arching, the sigil on her hip burning white-hot before fading to a dull, angry glow. She collapsed forward, gasping, her fingers clutching at the floor, her mind reeling from the sudden absence of the ring’s influence.

But the hunger remained.

The need.

"No," she moaned, her voice breaking. "Don’t go. Don’t leave me like this."

Stefano couldn’t look at her.

He couldn’t trust himself.

With a ragged breath, he turned—

—and fled.

The Streets of Torino – A Beast Unleashed

The night air was cold against Stefano’s fevered skin, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he stumbled through the dimly lit streets. His cock ached, his balls heavy, his body thrumming with unsated need. The ring burned in his pocket, its presence a constant threat, a promise.

"You cannot run from what you are," Osiris murmured, the voice slithering through his mind like smoke. "The hunger will not be denied."

Stefano growled, his fingers clenching into fists.

He wouldn’t go back.

He couldn’t.

But he needed—

A scent hit him.

Perfume.

Warm skin.

Female.

His head snapped up, his nostrils flaring, his pupils dilating.

There—

A woman.

Mid-thirties. Dark hair. Curves wrapped in a tight dress, her heels clicking against the cobblestones as she walked, oblivious.

Dr. Lucia.

His coworker.

The one who had mocked him just hours before.

A dark smile curled Stefano’s lips.

Perfect.

The ring hummed in approval.