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The Seed of Power – Awakening the Beast

Stefano's frame stood in the mansion's garden, drenched in the full moon's silver glow, the smouldering violet embers pulsed through Stefano’s scaled flesh. His body was a living altar—muscles shifting, bones cracking, his form caught in the throes of metamorphosis. The Osiris ring burned like a brand around his finger, its whispers slithering through his veins, coiling around his spine like a serpent’s embrace.

Vanessa knelt before him, her robe discarded, her naked body trembling not from the night’s chill but from the sheer weight of his presence. Her thighs, thick and supple, glistened with the evidence of her arousal, her cunt already slick and swollen, her nipples pebbled into hard, aching peaks. Facing Stefano's throbbing cock.

"Can't believe this arrogant bitch is so pliant right now... I bet she would never believe it is actually me."

The hypnotic hold he had on her was growing as his incubus pheromones saturated the air—Vanessa's aquamarine eyes glassy, her lips parted in a silent plea, her lithe fingers twitching against the damp earth as if she were resisting the urge to touch herself.

Stefano’s claws flexed.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice a velvet blade laced with the ring’s unholy power.

Vanessa’s gaze snapped up, her breath hitching as she took in the monstrous sight before her. His torso was a shifting landscape of obsidian scales and raw, violet fire, his abdomen tightening and loosening in waves, as if his very flesh were being reforged by some unseen blacksmith. His cock—thick, veined, dripping with pre-cum—stood at full mast, the tip glistening under the moonlight.

"You feel it, don’t you?" Stefano purred, stepping closer, the heat of his body making her skin prickle. "The pull. The need."

Vanessa whimpered, her thighs pressing together instinctively, her cunt clenching around nothing.

"Y-Yes…"

Stefano’s lips curled into a fanged smirk.

"Then show me."

Vanessa didn’t hesitate.

Her hands, trembling but eager, reached for his pulsing shaft, her fingers wrapping around the base as if she were gripping a sacred relic. She moaned at the sheer heat of him, at the way his veins throbbed against her palm.

"F-Fuck…" she whispered, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.

Stefano’s claws tangled in her hair, yanking her forward until his cockhead brushed her lips.

"Open."