Can Beatrice resist the incubus' charms?

"Beatrice," he murmured, his voice dripping with dark charm. "Come closer."

Beatrice’s breath hitched. She should have run. Should have screamed. But the moment Stefano’s deep baritone wrapped around her, her slender body betrayed her. The pale blonde girl's legs moved on their own, carrying her forward until she stood just inches away, her pulse racing, her skin flushing under his predatory gaze.

The incubus' frame towered over the young woman's petite body, exuding corrupt pheromones in the night's air. Stefano’s nostrils flared, drinking in her scent—fear, curiosity, arousal.

"Look at your mother," he commanded, his voice a hypnotic rumble.

Beatrice’s gaze flicked to Vanessa, her breath catching at the sight of her mother’s swollen lips, her bruised thighs, the way her cunt still glistened with Stefano’s cum.

"S-She’s—"

"Mine," Stefano finished, his claws brushing Beatrice’s cheek. "Just like you’re about to be."

Beatrice shuddered, her body trembling, but she didn’t pull away.

"I… I shouldn’t—"

"But you want to," Stefano purred, his fingers tangling in her blonde hair locks, yanking the young woman's head back. "Don’t lie to me, little dove."

Beatrice moaned, her resistance crumbling as the incubus' aphrodisiac pheromones flooded her senses, weakening her mental defenses, his hypnotic power sank deeper into her mind.

"Y-Yes…"

Stefano’s grin was vicious.

"Then kneel."