Just a taste

The First Branding & Kneeling Submission

Stefano’s fingers twitched, the bronze ring searing into his flesh like molten desire made manifest. The hieroglyphs pulsed—alive—their ancient, forbidden knowledge slithering up his veins, whispering directly into his marrow. His vision swam, the edges darkening, the kitchen dissolving into something older, grander—a temple of black stone, bathed in torchlight, where gods once demanded worship of the most carnal kind.

"You have been chosen."

The voice was not his own. It was deep, resonant, a growl that vibrated through dimensions. Osiris—not the benevolent god of myth, but the fallen one, the hungry one, the deity who had tasted the pleasures of the flesh and found them lacking until they were drenched in corruption.

Stefano gasped, his body changing in real time. His muscles swelled beneath his shirt, his shoulders broadening, his spine straightening from years of defeated slouching. His cock—already half-hard from Rebecca’s proximity—throbbed, veins bulging along its length, his balls tightening, growing heavier with seed that was no longer entirely human.

Rebecca whimpered.

She felt it.

The shift in the air. The wrongness. The rightness.

Her emerald eyes were glazed, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling too fast. She swayed, her fingers clutching the table for balance, her thighs pressing together—soaking her shorts with slick arousal.

"Dad," she breathed, the word trembling. "I—I don’t... why does it feel so good?"

Stefano—no, not just Stefano anymore—stepped forward. The ring’s power surged, wrapping around Rebecca’s mind like chains of dark silk.

"Because it should," he rumbled, his voice layered—his own, and something older, something hungrier.

His hand shot out, gripping her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

Her pupils exploded, black swallowing green.

"Kneel."

A shudder wracked her body. Her knees buckled, hitting the hardwood with a thud. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her fingers twitching at her sides, **** to touch, to obey.

Stefano’s free hand went to his belt. The click of the buckle was obscenely loud in the silent kitchen.

Rebecca’s mouth watered.

His cock sprang free—thick, glistening, already leaking ropes of pre-cum that reeked of power, of corruption. The scent hit Rebecca like a ****. Her nostrils flared, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, her cunt clenching around nothing.

"Taste," Stefano commanded.

She lunged.

No hesitation. No shame.

Her lips wrapped around the head, her tongue lapping at the bitter-salt precum, her moan vibrating through his cock.

"Fuck—" Stefano growled, his fingers tangling in her red hair, yanking her forward until his shaft hit the back of her throat.

Rebecca gagged, tears springing to her eyes—but she didn’t pull away. Couldn’t. The ring’s power held her in place, rewiring her instincts until pleasure and pain blurred into one.

Stefano fucked her face, his hips pistoning, his cock swelling further, the veins pulsing against her lips.

"Good girl," he purred, his voice dripping with dark approval.

Rebecca whimpered, the praise searing her soul.

Then—pain.

Stefano’s grip shifted, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hip, dragging her shorts down just enough to expose the swell of her ass.

The ring burned against his skin.

Rebecca screamed around his cock as his palm seared into her flesh—

—and when he pulled away, a violet incubus sigil glowed on her skin, the mark pulsing in time with her frantic heartbeat.

Her body arched, her cunt gushing, her mind shattering as the brand bonded her to him.

"Mine," Stefano—Osiris—Stefano—growled.

Rebecca nodded, her lips still stretched around his cock, her eyes begging for more.

And Stefano—no, the Apex breeding hunter—was just getting started.