Jessica, the cheating wife joins the fray...

The Prodigal Wife Returns – A Family Reunion in Corruption

The Key in the Door – Jessica’s Unwitting Homecoming

The lock clicked.

Stefano’s head snapped up from between Rebecca’s thighs, his daughter’s taste still thick on his tongue. The Osiris ring pulsed against his finger, its violet glow flaring in recognition of fresh prey.

She was home.

Jessica.

His wife.

The woman who had walked out on him six months ago—who had called him weak, who had sneered at his failures, who had left him drowning in debt and despair.

Now she stood in the doorway, her designer heels clicking against the hardwood, her fitted blazer hugging the curves she’d always flaunted in front of richer men. Her dark hair was shorter now, sleek and expensive, her lips painted the same shade of red she’d worn the night she’d walked out.

Her eyes—sharp, judgmental, familiar—flickered over the scene.

Rebecca, sprawled on the kitchen table, her thighs glistening with arousal.

Stefano, kneeling between them, his mouth wet with his daughter’s slick pussyjuice.

For a heartbeat, Jessica froze.

"O-ohmygod" Another thought fragment echoed in the incubus' mind. His demonic senses smelled a blissful mix of horror and arousal.

Then her face twisted in disgust.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

The Ring’s Hunger – A Demon Sees Opportunity

The Osiris ring burned.

Dominate her

Stefano rose slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his cock still straining against his slacks. The fallen divinity coiled in his mind, whispering, laughing.

"She left you," it purred. "She thought you were nothing. Now she’ll learn."

Jessica took a step back, her hand flying to her purse—for her phone? For pepper spray?

"I can't let t-this, this... Freak, get close." Panic? No, he could smell how horny his bitch of a wife was,

Stefano smiled.

"Jessica," he murmured, his voice dripping with false warmth. "You’re just in time."

The ring pulsed.

TAKE HER

Her fingers twitched.

The cheating slut's breath hitched.

Just like Rebecca’s had.

The First Suggestion – Breaking the Ice Queen

"You’ve missed us," Stefano said, stepping closer. The ring’s corruption slithered into his words, wrapping around Jessica’s thoughts like smoke. "Haven’t you?"

Jessica’s lips parted.

"I—"

Her gaze flickered to Rebecca, still panting on the table, her fingers trailing over the fresh **** mark on her abdomen.

"W-what did you... What did you d-do to her?" Jessica whispered.

Stefano chuckled, closing the distance between them. His claw cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing the slut-wife's bottom lip.

"I made her happy," he murmured. "Just like I’ll make you happy."

The ring flared.

OWN HER

Jessica’s knees buckled.

**** and Resistance – A Mother’s Last Stand

"No—" Jessica gasped, staggering back. "This isn’t—Rebecca, baby, look at me!"

Rebecca blinked, dazed, her pupils blown wide with pleasure and hypnosis.

"M-Mom…?"

For a second, Jessica’s willpower surged. She lunged for her daughter, her fingers closing around Rebecca’s wrist—

"How useless..."

—and Stefano laughed.

CLAIM THEM

The ring burned.

"Kneel," he commanded.

Jessica’s body locked up.

Her legs gave out.

She hit the floor hard, her designer skirt riding up, the fit milf's toned thighs trembling hard under her husband's hypnotic hold.

"W-what is happening to me? Ohmygod, is this what Rebecca..." Another mental echo, did he sense anticipation? Hunger even? His cheating wife was a lustful creature indeed...

Stefano crouched in front of her, tilting her chin up.

"You left me," he murmured. "But I forgive you."

His fingers traced the hollow of her throat.

"Now you’ll spend the rest of your life making it up to me."

The Mark of Ownership – A Family Reforged

Jessica whimpered as Stefano’s hand slid under her blouse, his fingers finding her pink nipple, pinching just shy of pain.

"You’re going to love this," he promised, his other hand pressing against her lower abdomen.

The ring’s sigil flared to life, violet light bleeding through her clothes.

Jessica screamed as the brand seared into her very soul, the cheating wife's back arching, her dripping cunt clenched around nothing.

"F-FUCK!!"

When it was over, she collapsed forward, panting, her forehead pressed against Stefano’s thigh. Her raving contralto whispered against the incubus' shin,

"Huuu... O-ohgod, w-what the hell are you..."

Rebecca watched, her fingers drifting between her legs, her own mark pulsing in sympathy.

Stefano smiled.

"Welcome home, wife."