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The Osiris Temple – Stefano's Ascension as Guru Vasudeva Mahayana

The Transformation

The dimly lit backroom of Torino’s most exclusive underground club smelled of incense, sweat, and something darker—something sacred.

Stefano stood before the gilded mirror, his fingers trailing over the platinum blonde hair that now cascaded down his shoulders like liquid moonlight. His once-dark eyes were now crimson red, showcasing his incubus shapeshifting powers, the albino's pale skin glowed to an almost ethereal translucence.

"Damn, I look like a fucking twink..."

The Iranian Sufi Dervish robes draped over his frame—flowing, embroidered with golden sigils—gave him the air of a wandering mystic, a man unbound by earthly concerns.

Guru Vasudeva Mahayana.

The name tasted like power on his tongue.

Behind him, Rebecca knelt on the silk cushions, her emerald eyes watching his reflection with rapt devotion. Her belly was swollen with his seed, the curve of her pregnancy only enhancing her hourglass figure. The thin white shift she wore did nothing to hide the darkening of her nipples, the way her perky breasts had grown fuller, heavier.

Stefano—no, Vasudeva—turned to her, his lips curling into a serene smile.

"Come, my lotus blossom," he murmured, extending a hand.

Rebecca rose gracefully, her bare feet padding across the Persian rug, her fingers intertwining with his.

"You look… divine," she whispered, her voice tinged with awe.

Vasudeva chuckled, his thumb brushing her lower lip. "And you, my love, are the living embodiment of my will." He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "My perfect vessel."

Rebecca shivered, tthe redhead vixen's cunt clenching instinctively.

Vasudeva’s fingers trailed down her throat, over the swell of her breasts, coming to rest on the curve of her belly.

"Our children stir within you," he murmured, his voice laced with dark pride.

Rebecca’s breath hitched. "Amon and Lilith," she whispered, the names sending a thrill of fear—and desire—down her spine.

Vasudeva’s smile widened. "Soon, they will be born. And our empire will grow."

The Cavour Institute – Harvesting New Blossoms

The Cavour Institute was one of Torino’s most prestigious high schools—a place where the elite sent their daughters to be molded into proper young women.

And where Vasudeva found his most promising disciples.

Dressed in a tailored suit, his platinum wig replaced by a more conservative auburn dye, Stefano played the part of the school psychologist flawlessly. His office was a haven of soft lighting, plush couches, and the faint scent of lavender—designed to put his patients at ease.

Today’s subject sat across from him, her fingers twisting in her lap.

Chiara Bianchi.

Nineteen. Raven-haired. Wide, innocent brown eyes. A scholarship student from a working-class family—grateful, eager to please.

And ripe for corruption.

Stefano leaned forward, his voice gentle. "You’ve been having trouble sleeping, Chiara?"

Chiara nodded, her lower lip trembling. "Y-yes, Dottore. The nightmares… they won’t stop."

Stefano tsked sympathetically. "Stress can do terrible things to the mind." He reached into his desk, withdrawing a small vial of amber liquid. "Celestial Bliss," he explained. "A natural remedy. Just a drop under your tongue before bed."

Chiara hesitated. "Is it… safe?"

Stefano smiled. "Absolutely."

As Chiara reached for the vial, Stefano’s obsidian ring pulsed faintly.

Good girl.

The First Session – Hypnotic Seduction

Three nights later, Chiara returned to Stefano’s office, her cheeks flushed, her pupils dilated.

The Bliss had done its work.

"Dottore," she breathed, her voice dreamy. "I… I don’t know what’s happening to me."

Stefano guided her to the couch, his fingers brushing her wrist. "Shhh," he soothed. "Just relax."

His voice was a lullaby, his words weaving through her mind like silk.

"Your body is heavy… so heavy…"

Chiara’s eyelids fluttered.

"Your thoughts are fading… drifting…"

Her breathing slowed.

Stefano leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. "You trust me, don’t you, Chiara?"

Chiara whimpered. "Y-yes…"

Stefano’s hand slid up her thigh, his fingers dipping beneath the hem of her school skirt.

"And you want to please me, don’t you?"

Chiara’s hips rocked forward.

"Y-yes…"

Stefano smirked.

Another blossom, ready to be plucked.

The Osiris Temple – Initiation

The underground chamber was lit by flickering torches, the air thick with the scent of incense and sex.

Chiara knelt at the center of the room, her naked body trembling, her wrists bound by silk cords. Around her, masked figures watched in silence—wealthy patrons, influential clients, all eager to witness the Guru’s latest masterpiece.

Vasudeva stepped forward, his crimson eyes glowing in the dim light.

"Chiara Bianchi," he intoned, his voice echoing through the chamber. "You have been chosen."

Chiara whimpered, her thighs slick with arousal.

Vasudeva’s fingers traced her collarbone, down to the swell of her small breasts. "Your body is no longer your own," he murmured. "It belongs to the Temple."

Chiara’s breath hitched. "Y-yes, Guru…"

Vasudeva’s hand slid lower, his thumb brushing her clit. "You will serve. You will obey."

Chiara moaned, her back arching.

"Y-yes!"

Vasudeva nodded to Rebecca, who stepped forward, her pregnant belly a stark contrast to Chiara’s untouched form.

"Show her," Vasudeva commanded.

Rebecca smiled, her fingers dipping into Chiara’s wetness. "This is pleasure," she whispered, her voice a sinful promise. "This is freedom."

Chiara screamed as Rebecca’s fingers plunged inside her, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm.

Vasudeva watched, his cock throbbing beneath his robes.

Another soul, claimed.

The Breeding Ceremony – Rebecca’s Gift

Later, in the private chambers, Rebecca knelt before Vasudeva, her lips wrapped around his cock, her tongue worshiping every inch.

Vasudeva groaned, his fingers tangled in her fiery hair. "Such a perfect whore," he praised, his voice rough.

Rebecca moaned around him, her cunt dripping onto the marble floor.

The white haired Guru pulled her up, his hands gripping the young beauty's swollen belly. "Our children grow strong," he murmured.

Rebecca nodded, her eyes glazed with devotion. "They hunger, Daddy."

Vasudeva smirked. "Then feed them."

He lifted her onto the altar, the guru's throbbing cock plunging into her soaked pussy in one brutal stroke.

Rebecca screamed, her nails scraping his back, her body clenching around him like a vice.

*Plap!*

*Plap!!*

*Plap!*

Vasudeva pounded into her, the pale handsome youth's glans kissing his daughter's cervix with each thrust, his hips slamming forward, the incubus' tainted seed flooding her womb once more.

Rebecca’s orgasm shattered her, the redhead vixen's cries echoing through the chamber as her slender body accepted him completely.

Vasudeva held her close, his lips brushing the young woman's ear.

"Mine."