Annika's twink son, Pyotr, is in for a surprise

A FAMILY'S FALL: THE BIRTH OF PETRA

The bar was bathed in an eerie crimson glow, the air thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and something darker—something demonic. Pyotr groaned as consciousness returned, his wrists bound above his head, his legs spread and shackled to the legs of a heavy wooden chair. A blindfold obscured his vision, but nothing could muffle the obscene symphony surrounding him.

*PLAP!*

*PLAP!*

*PLAP!!*

The wet, rhythmic sound of flesh pounding flesh echoed through the room, punctuated by high-pitched whimpers and deep, guttural growls.

"F-FUCK! STEFANO! BREED ME!"

Pyotr froze. Annika's handsome blonde son couldn't believe his own ears...

"What the fuck?"

That voice—his mother’s voice—was raw with pleasure, her words slurred, her tone feral.

"M-Mom?!" he choked out, his cock twitching traitorously in his pants.

A warm, familiar hand cupped his cheek, followed by the sweet, mocking laughter of Pamela.

"Oh, bonitinho," she cooed, her breath hot against his ear. "You have no idea what you’re about to see."

The blindfold was ripped away.

Pyotr’s vision swam before focusing on the nightmare before him.

The Incubus’ Triumph

Stefano—no, not Stefano anymore—loomed over Annika, his true form unveiled.

His skin was the color of burnished crimson, his muscles swollen with supernatural power. Thick, curling horns arced from his forehead, and his golden eyes burned with predatory hunger. His cock—God, his cock—was monstrous, veined and throbbing, pistoning in and out of Annika’s dripping pussy with brutal efficiency.

Annika, his mother, was bent over the bar counter, her platinum hair tangled, her pale skin flushed and glistening with sweat. Her fat ass jiggled with every thrust, her red lips parted in a continuous stream of pleas.

"MORE! FILL ME! PLEASE!"

Pamela, kneeling between Stefano’s spread thighs, worshipped his heavy balls, her tongue lapping at the taut flesh as her fingers worked her own pussy.

"You hear that, cuck?" she taunted, her dark eyes locking onto Pyotr’s. "Your mommy loves his demon cock more than she ever loved you."

Pyotr’s breath came in ragged gasps, his cock aching in his pants.

"N-no… this isn’t—"

"Oh, but it is," Stefano growled, his voice layered with infernal power. "Watch, little boy. Watch as I ruin her."

With a final, savage thrust, Stefano roared, his cock pulsing as he flooded Annika’s womb with his tainted seed.

Pyotr whimpered, his own cock throbbing—until a sharp, electric pain lanced through him.

"A-AGH!"

He looked down in horror as his erection shriveled, his manhood diminishing inch by inch with every pulse of Stefano’s cum inside his mother.

"W-what’s happening?!"

Pamela laughed, crawling toward him, her fingers teasing the now-smaller bulge in his pants.

"Every time he breeds her, you become less of a man," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. "And more of what you were meant to be."

The Humiliation Begins

Pamela yanked Pyotr’s pants down, exposing his pitifully stiff cock—now barely four inches, thin and delicate.

"Aww, look at it," she cooed, her fingers trapping his shaft in a cruel grip. "So tiny. So weak."

Pyotr sobbed, his hips bucking into her touch despite himself.

"P-Pamela, please—"

"Please what, cuck?" she taunted, her lips descending onto his pathetic length.

The sensation was overwhelming—her hot, wet mouth sucking him with mocking slowness, her tongue flicking over his tip in cruel, teasing circles.

"You gonna cum already?" she murmured, her fingers pinching his balls. "Bet you can’t even last a minute."

Pyotr whined, his thighs trembling.

"I—I’m not—"

"LIAR," Stefano snarled, his hand fisting in Pyotr’s hair, forcing him to watch as Annika writhed beneath him, her belly swollen with his seed.

"Look at her," Stefano commanded, his voice laced with dark magic. "Look at your mother, begging for my demon spawn."

Pyotr moaned, his cock leaking into Pamela’s mouth.

"F-fuck…"

Pamela pulled off with a pop, her lips curved in a wicked grin.

"Too late, cuck," she purred, her fingers stroking his shaft once—

Pyotr screamed, his hips jerking as he spilled a pathetic, watery load onto her tongue.

Pamela gagged dramatically, spitting his weak cum onto his own thighs.

"Disgusting," she hissed, before grinning. "But don’t worry… I’ll give you something better."

The Final Transformation

Stefano loomed over them, his monstrous cock glistening with Annika’s juices.

"Open up, gostosa," he growled.

Pamela obeyed, her luscious cocksucking pillow lips stretching around his girth, the Brazilian beauty's throat bulging as he fucked her face with brutal thrusts.

Pyotr watched, his breath hitching—until Stefano roared, his cock pulsing as he emptied his tainted load down Pamela’s throat.

She pulled off, her lips dripping with cum, her eyes locked onto Pyotr’s.

"Time to share, bonitinho," she whispered.

Then she kissed him.

Pyotr struggled—but Pamela’s grip was iron, her tongue forcing his lips apart as Stefano’s tainted seed flowed into his mouth.

The effect was instant.

Pyotr convulsed, his body burning as the demonic cum seeped into him, twisting his flesh, reshaping him.

His shoulders narrowed.

His hips widened.

His cock shriveled further—retracting entirely—until only a smooth, virgin slit remained.

And when Pamela finally pulled away, it wasn’t Pyotr who gasped for breath.

It was Petra.

The Birth of a New Toy

Petra panted, her—no, HIS—body trembling.

"W-What the hell happened to me? Fuck!"

A soft, erotic contralto escaped his... No, her lips.

She was slender, her skin pale like Annika’s, her hair platinum and silky. The pale vixen's ass was plump, her thighs soft, and between them—God—a tight, unused pussy, already glistening with arousal.

Stefano grinned, his fingers trailing down her spine.

"Perfect," he purred.

Annika crawled forward, her eyes glazed with lust as she cupped Petra’s face.

"My daughter," she whispered, before crushing their lips together in a filthy, incestuous kiss.

Pamela laughed, her fingers dipping between Petra’s thighs, teasing her virgin folds.

"Look at you," she mocked. "Already dripping for him."

Stefano stepped forward, his cock throbbing, the tip pressing against Petra’s untouched entrance.

"Say it," he commanded.

Petra whimpered, her body arching.

"P-please…"

"Please what?"

"Please… BREED ME!"

Stefano roared, plunging into her with a single, brutal thrust.

Petra screamed, her back arching, her nails digging into the bar as her virginity was shattered.

Pamela licked her lips, her fingers plunging into Annika’s used pussy as she watched.

"Welcome to the family, putinha."

Epilogue: No One Leaves Unchanged

By dawn, the bar was silent—save for the soft sobs of Petra, her body curled in Stefano’s arms, her new pussy stuffed with his seed.

Annika purred, her belly swollen, her mind lost to pleasure.

Pamela stretched, her fingers trailing through Petra’s hair.

"What now, gatinho?"

Stefano grinned, his golden eyes burning with dark promise.

"Now?"

He cupped Petra’s chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"We start again."