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Chapter #1 – The First Stirrings of Corruption

The Osiris ring pulses against Aslan’s finger, its ancient gold. was unnaturally warm against his skin as the young man steps into the dimly lit apartment. His mother, Reya, is bent over the kitchen counter, her voluptuous ass straining against the designer yoga pants as she prepares dinner. The sight of her thick thighs, the jiggle of her hips as she moves—it sends a surge of primal hunger through him. The ring thrums in response, whispering promises of dominion.

Reya turns, her emerald eyes flickering with concern. "Long day at school?" she asks, unaware of the dark energy coiling around her son.

Aslan smirks. The ring’s power is still new, but he can already feel its influence—his pheromones thickening the air, his voice laced with an unnatural magnetism.