Just some innocent skinship

The Hypnotic Touch

Stefano’s fingers tightened slightly on Rebecca’s hip, his other hand still tracing slow circles along her collarbone. The ring pulses with corrupt whispers, its energy seeping deeper into the young woman's pale skin, into her very mind.

"Turn around," he murmurs, his deep baritone low and commanding.

Rebecca hesitated—just for a second—before obeying, the young woman's breath quickening as she faces the counter. Stefano stepped closer, his chest pressing against her back. The middle-aged man's rough hands slid up her shoulders, kneading the tension from his daughter's toned muscles.

"You work so hard," he murmured, the sinful father's lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Always pushing yourself. But you don’t have to be strong all the time."

His fingers drift lower, skimming the sides of her perky breasts. Rebecca gasped, the young woman's slender body arching slightly into his touch.

"Look at me," Stefano commanded, turning her head just enough to catch his daughter's gaze.

Her emerald eyes were glazed, pupils blown wide. The ring’s violet glow reflected in them, pulsing in time with her heartbeat.

"You trust me, don’t you?" he whispered, the middle-aged archeologist's voice wrapping around her thoughts like smoke.

Rebecca nodded, lips parting, a bit of drool fell down to her loose shirt. “Yesh, d-daddy…”

His thumb brushed her bottom lip. "Good girl."

The words send a shiver through her. Stefano smirked, feeling the ring’s power course through his veins.

She was so responsive.

So eager.

The Corruption Spreads

Stefano exhaled sharply, pulling away from Rebecca’s trembling body. The ring pulsed hungrily against his finger, its power thrumming through his meridians like dark wine. He could feel the changes already—his muscles had grown tighter, the middle-aged man's senses sharper picking up the slightest changes in his daughter's physique, his cock felt much heavier between his legs.

BREED

DOMINATE

CORRUPT

And it ached with primal need.

"Not yet," the middle-aged man murmured, brushing a thumb over his daughter’s flushed cheek before stepping back.

Rebecca whimpers, her slender body swaying toward him instinctively, yet he turned away, leaving her breathless and needy in the kitchen.

"D-dad... W-where are you going?"

Stefano rushed off, the heat on his lower abdomen unbearable, peeling off his boxers and pants by the hallway—the black fabric was damp with sweat and the first traces of his tainted precum, thick with aphrodisiac pheromones. He dropped them carelessly on the floor, knowing exactly who will find them.

Rebecca, now alone snapped out of his hypnotic hold, the purple glow deep in the young woman's green eyes waning as she snapped back to reality. The pale vixen's soft contralto trembled with both fear and lust,

"O-Omygod, what the hell did we just... F-Fuck!!"

She lifted a sticky hand from her shorts...

"Holy shit... W-What the hell is wrong with me?"

The incubus' touch had left the young woman's tight pussy drenched.

Hungry for more.

Now in his bedroom, Stefano stripped off his sweat-damp shirt, tossing it aside. The pudgy middle-aged man’s reflection in the mirror caught his eye—the archeologist's once-soft beer belly now protruded a little less, his shoulders broadened, the tanned olive skin tinged with a faint, unnatural glow.

And on his left hand...

"What the hell is it doing to me?"

The ring throbbed rhythmically, each pulse of Osiris fallen divinity remolded his flesh into something greater, the work had only just begun.