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The First Stirrings of Corruption

The Osiris ring pulsed against Aslan’s finger, a slow, rhythmic throb like a second heartbeat—warm, insistent, hungry.

"Damn... It's real."

The dim glow of the apartment’s kitchen lights cast long shadows across Reya’s voluptuous body as she bent over the counter, his mother's fat ass straining against the thin fabric of her yoga pants. Every shift of her wide hips sent ripples through the supple flesh, the thick, jiggling curves of her thighs flexing as she moved.

"Fuck I can't take my eyes off her..."

The sight alone was enough to make Aslan’s cock twitch, already half-hard in his jeans, the young man's balls tightening with a deep, primal need--

BREED

DOMINATE

CONQUER

The ring’s whispers slithered through his mind, dark and seductive. "She is yours. She has always been yours. Make her know, make her feel it."

Reya turned, the mature woman's emerald eyes flickering with maternal concern, completely unaware of the corruption seeping into the air around her son. "Honey, is something wrong? You have been spacing out a lot today..." she asked, wiping her hands on a towel before tucking a loose strand of fiery red hair behind her ear.

Aslan smirked, stepping closer, letting the weight of his presence press against her subconscious. The ring’s power was still new, but he could already feel it—his aphrodisiac pheromones thickening the air, the low baritone laced with an unnatural magnetism that made her breath hitch just slightly.

"Actually, Mom… I’ve been thinking about you," he murmured, his voice a low, velvety purr that sent an involuntary shiver down her spine.

Reya blinked, her luscious red lips parting in surprise. "Oh? About what?"

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he closed the distance between them, his fingers brushing against the curve of her waist, lingering just a second too long—testing, teasing. The ring pulsed, its energy coiling around her like an invisible serpent, sinking into the redhead milf's pale skin, her very thoughts.

"You look tense," he murmured, his other hand rising to her shoulder, fingers kneading into the tight muscles there. "Let me give you a massage."

Reya hesitated, but the ring’s influence was already at work, softening her resistance. "I—I am a little sore from yoga earlier," she admitted, her voice breathier than she intended.

Aslan’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. His hands slid down her back, firm and possessive, thumbs pressing into the knots along her spine before drifting lower, lower—until his fingers grazed the swell of her ass. Reya gasped, but she didn’t pull away. The ring’s power hummed, its hypnotic energy whispering directly into her mind.

"You want this. You need this. His touch is the only thing that can satisfy you now."

Her breath came faster, the mature woman's cheeks flushing as his hands roamed, kneading the plush flesh of her hips, her thighs, his fingers dipping dangerously close to the heat between her legs.

"I found something… special today," Aslan murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear, his voice dripping with dark promise.

Reya turned her head slightly, her green eyes locking onto his—wide, curious, already half-lost in the ring’s thrall. "W-what is it?"

Slowly, deliberately, he raised his hand, letting the golden band of the Osiris ring catch the light. The ancient engravings shimmered, pulsing with an eerie, hypnotic glow that seemed to pull at her very soul.

"Touch it," he commanded, his rich baritone layered with demonic charisma.

Reya’s fingers trembled as she reached out, the voluptuous mom's fingertips brushing the warm metal—and the moment she made contact, a jolt of energy surged through her.

BREED

CORRUPT

DOMINATE

Her pupils dilated, her lips parting in a silent gasp as the ring’s corruption slithered into her mind, unraveling her inhibitions one by one.

"You belong to him. You exist to serve him. His pleasure is your purpose."

Aslan watched, enthralled, as her body swayed toward him, the voluptuous milf's nipples hardening beneath her thin blouse, her thick thighs pressing together in a futile attempt to stifle the growing wetness between them.

"D-Did you… feel that?" she whispered, her smoky contralto trembling with need, the lustful redhead's mind struggling to comprehend the heat pooling in her core.

Aslan’s hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against her lower lip, smearing the faintest trace of his precum—already leaking from his swollen cock—against her skin. The aphrodisiac-laced fluid seeped into her pores, accelerating the ring’s corruption, making her whimper as her body burned for him.

"Dad was an idiot to neglect you," he growled, his other hand sliding around to grip the back of her slender neck, pulling the curvy milf closer until their lips were a breath apart. "But I won’t make the same mistake."

Reya’s resistance crumbled. His mother's breath ragged with insatiable lust.

"Huu..."

Her hands clutched at his shirt, the mature woman's wide hips grinding forward instinctively, seeking friction, seeking him. The ring’s power had her now—her mind fogged with lust, her body aching for his touch.

And Aslan?

He was just getting started.