Can Stefano keep his focus?

Downstairs, Rebecca lingered.

"F-Fuck..."

The kitchen feels too empty without her father's co-..., oh well, without her daddy. Rebecca’s pale skin still burned where Stefano's rough hands touched her. The slender beauty's toned thighs press together, slick with arousal.

Then Rebecca saw them.

"What the... Did he really just drop them like that? W-What a slob..."

The redhead vixen's emerald eyes grew wide, fixing on her father’s discarded boxers, crumpled near the stairs. The scent hits her first—musky, male, intoxicating.

"I'll just... just pick them up for him, nothing sexu- I mean nothing strange at all, dad should be thankful I'm putting up with his questionable behavior. I-Is this what a midlife crisis looks like?"

Oh boy, how wrong she was...

The cumstained laundry called up to her like a beacon in the night.

Her lithe fingers twitched with need.

Before she could stop herself, the toned girl picks them up, pressing the damp fabric to her pretty face. A moan escapes her lips as the pheromones flood her senses, her pussy clenching around nothing.

”Daddy…” she whimpered, the young woman's free hand slipping under her waistband.

In his study, Stefano smirked.

The ring hums against his finger, its power stretching beyond the room, beyond reason. He could feel her—his daughter's desire, the redhead vixen's shame, her need.

"Damn... What the fuck are we dealing with here?"

The middle-aged archeologist spread out ancient texts on Egyptian artifacts, his mind racing.

The Osiris Ring.

A relic of the fallen incubus lords, said to transform its wearer into a vessel of primal lust and domination. The depiction was damning, a near perfect replica of what the middle-aged archeologist was wearing on his left hand.

"This could change everything..."

Shining gold, etched with serpentine hieroglyphs, pulsing with a hypnotic purple flame, the ring on Stefano’s hands just seemed battered by the sands of time. The green rust had chipped away at the hieroglyphs dulling the light’s shining glow until it had become a weak gleam, subtle enough even a keen eye might not catch it under the desk's lamplight.

Breed

Corrupt

Dominate

Thousands, if not tens of thousands of years worth of starvation had clearly weakened the legendary artifact.

Wait.

How could a ring of all things feel hunger?