Dirty fantasies become real

The Kitchen – A Battle of Blood and Lust

Stefano’s grip on Rebecca’s wrist tightened, his fingers pressing into the delicate bones beneath her pale skin. The scent of her—vanilla shampoo, the faint musk of arousal, the warmth of her body so close—flooded his senses, drowning him in her. The Osiris ring pulsed against Stefano's finger, a slow, rhythmic throb that matched the pounding of his heart. The fallen divinity's corruption spread with each lingering touch on his daughter's slender body.

"Take her."

The voice slithered through his mind, dark and guttural, wrapping around his thoughts like smoke.

"She wants it. You know she does."

Stefano gritted his teeth.

No.

She was his daughter.

But then Rebecca whimpered, her emerald eyes wide, her plush lips parted. The oversized shirt she wore—*his* shirt—had ridden up, exposing the creamy swell of her thigh, the curve of her ass barely hidden by the thin fabric of her panties.

God.

He’d always noticed.

Always hated himself for noticing.

Rebecca wasn’t just beautiful—she was lethal. Slender but strong, her body honed by years of sprinting, her thighs thick and toned, her ass round and perky, bouncing with every step. And now, pressed against him, her nipples pebbled under the thin cotton, her breath coming in shallow gasps…

The ring burned.

"She’s begging for it."

Stefano’s cock strained against his zipper, thick and heavy, already leaking precum that soaked into his boxers. His balls ached, swollen with seed that demanded release.

But this was *wrong*.

Wasn’t it?

Rebecca’s lips trembled. "D-daddy…? Is e-everything ok?"

Her voice was small. Innocent.

But her hips shifted, grinding just enough for him to feel the heat between her thighs.

Fuck.

Stefano’s resolve cracked. Shattering into a thousand pieces under Osiris' corrupt murmurs.

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The First Hypnotic Command – Breaking Her Innocence

Stefano didn’t speak.

He projected.

The words slithered into Rebecca’s mind, curling around her thoughts, sinking into her subconscious like poison.

"You want this."

Rebecca’s breath hitched. Her pupils dilated, swallowing the green of her irises.

"You need your father’s fat cock."

A whimper escaped her throat. Her fingers twitched against his chest.

"Kneel."

And just like that—

Rebecca *dropped*.

Her knees hit the tile with a soft *thud*, her hands resting on his thighs, her face level with the bulge in his pants.

Stefano’s breath came in ragged bursts.

This was happening.

And the worst part?

He wanted it.

How many times had Stefano fantasized about this? Stroking his throbbing cock to his own sweet darling?__

And now she was down on her knees, hungry for her daddy's cum.

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The First Taste – Rebecca’s Throat Training Begins

Stefano tangled his fingers in her fiery red hair, gripping tight. Rebecca gasped as he guided her face toward his crotch, her lips brushing the damp fabric.

"Open," he growled.

Rebecca obeyed, her mouth falling open, her tongue peeking out—pink, wet, perfect.

Stefano didn’t hesitate.

He popped the button of his slacks, shoved the zipper down, and freed his cock.

What the fuck...

It was bigger than before. Thicker. Veins bulged along the shaft, the head flushed dark red, glistening with precum.

Rebecca’s eyes widened.

"D-dad… Are you s-sure? It’s…"

"Take it," Stefano commanded, his voice laced with hypnotic power.

Rebecca whimpered—but she leaned forward, her lips wrapping around the tip.

*Fuck.*

Stefano’s hips jerked.

Her mouth was hot, her tongue fluttering against his slit, lapping up the bitter-salt of his precum.

"Deeper."

The ring thrummed, feeding him the words.

Stefano tightened his grip on her hair and pushed.

Rebecca gagged as his cock hit the back of her throat, tears springing to her eyes.

But she didn’t pull away.

The cockdrunk pink haze in his daughter's emerald eyes strengthened with each inch the redhead vixen managed to fit in her throatpussy. Stefano's bestial moans filled the room, his aphrodisiac pheromones saturating the air, weakening Rebecca's inhibitions.

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The Ring’s Influence – Stefano’s Transformation Accelerates

As Rebecca bobbed her head, her lips stretched obscenely around his girth, Stefano felt the ring’s power surge.

His muscles flexed, his biceps swelling, his chest broadening. His cock twitched, growing even thicker, his balls drawing up tight, heavy with cum.

Breed her.

The voice was louder now.

Fill her.

Mark her.

Make her yours.

Stefano’s hips snapped forward, fucking Rebecca’s throat in short, brutal thrusts.

She gagged.

She choked.

But she took it.

Saliva dripped down her chin, her face flushed, her tears smearing her mascara.

And Stefano loved it.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, his voice dripping with dark praise. "Taking your father’s cock like a little slut-princess."

Rebecca moaned around him, the vibration sending sparks up his spine.

Fuck.

She liked that. Rebecca loved being a whore for her dad. Attending his every need and desire. Stefano's hypnotic hold a tight leash on the redhead vixen's mind, remolding her into the perfect cock-hungry slut-daughter she was always meant to be.

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The First Load – Claiming Her as His Cumslut

Stefano’s balls tightened.

He was close.

So fucking close.

"Swallow it all," he growled, his thrusts turning erratic. "Every. Last. Drop."

Rebecca’s fingers dug into his thighs, her nails leaving crescent marks.

And then—

Stefano came.

Hot, thick ropes of cum shot down Rebecca’s throat, flooding her mouth, spilling past her lips. She coughed, her throat working to swallow, but Stefano held her in place, forcing her to take it all.

When he finally pulled out, cum dripped from her swollen lips, her chin glazed with his seed.

Rebecca panted, her eyes glazed, her mind hazy, broken.

Stefano smirked.

"Clean it up."

Rebecca didn’t hesitate.

Her tongue darted out, licking the mess from her lips, her fingers scooping up the stray drops and sucking them clean.

Perfect.

The ring hummed in approval. The corruption spread.