Making things clear once and for all. Freeing Nora from the Casino's thugs

OSIRIS CHAMPION'S RECKONING – A SISTER'S SUBMISSION

The air in Patrizia's squalid apartment hung thick with the stench of sweat, sex, and desperation—a miasma of decay that clung to every stained surface.

"What a fucking dump... Nora has endured a lot."

Stefano's golden eyes gleamed in the dim light as he pressed his voluptuous gambling addict sister against the peeling wallpaper, the incubus' claws sinking into the soft flesh of her K-cup tits with just enough pressure to make her smoky contralto whimper.

"O-Ohmygod, It's fucking over... H-How am I going to face Angela's goons now? I still how them a lot..." A spiritual echo, it seemed his dumbass slut-sister still feared the mysterious Casino Matron more than she loved her sweet daughter, Nora...

That was no good.

Maybe Stefano needed to show her how bad things really were. He was no saint either...

Patrizia's breath came in shallow, panicked bursts, the mature brunette's pierced nipples hardening instantly under her brother' cruel touch, the silver barbells glinting like tiny shackles in the flickering lamplight.

"S-Stefano—" she gasped, her voice cracking as his fangs suddenly sank into the swell of her right breast, sucking a deep bruise into the pale milky skin. The pain was sharp, electric—a white-hot lance of sensation that made her back arch involuntarily, the curvaceous milf's heavy tits thrusting forward as if begging for more.

*SMACK!!*

Stefano chuckled darkly, his free hand rising to deliver a stinging slap to Patrizia's left nipple. The barbell jangled wildly as her tit jiggled from the impact, the sound mingling with the mature woman's choked moans.

"You've been a very bad girl, sister," The incubus deep baritone dripped with self-righteous rage, his knee suddenly parting the voluptuous brunette's thick thighs, grinding against the soaked fabric of her ruined slingshot panties. Stefano couldn't help but muse darkly at the sight,

"What a fucking whore... She is enjoying this."

The flimsy material split under the pressure, shredding to reveal his sister's swollen, pierced pussy—already glistening with arousal despite her fear. Patrizia trembled, her cunt clenching around nothing, her wide flared hips bucking against his leg in a pathetic attempt to relieve the ache.

"F-Fuck..."

A strangled sound escaped the mature woman's throat—pleasure and shame tangled together in a knot of degradation.

Stefano leaned in, the middle-aged man's lips brushing the shell of her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

"How much?" he whispered.

Patrizia shook her head, tears welling in her kohl-smudged eyes.

"I-I can't... W-Why does he care so much!? Don't tell me he already... F-Fuck!! Nora, what a fucking slut, I can't believe you seduced your uncle... Just wait until I'm done with this charade and... HOLY SHIT!!" Another mental echo... Well, it seemed a thorough treatment was needed to settle things once and for all.

Stefano tightened his grip on her nipple, twisting the barbell until his gambling addict sister jerked in his arms, a silent scream tearing from her luscious lips.

"How. Much. Did. You. Sell. Her. For?"

A tear slipped down Patrizia's cheek, cutting through the grime on her face. Stefano didn't wait for an answer—harnessing Osiris fallen divinity, the incubus' mind pierced her corrupt soul, his mind's eye rifling through the voluptuous brunette's memories like a thief in a vault. The images unfolded before him in a lurid slideshow of depravity:

The Debt: 50,000 euros—tripled by Angela Liegi's predatory interest rates, compounded with threats of broken fingers and kidnappings.

The Payment: Nora's virgin asshole, rented to casino enforcers at 500 euros per session—the young woman's pale curvy body bent over leather couches while men twice her age took turns claiming her tight asshole hole.

The Lie: "Lessons" were code for gangbangs in Angela Liegi's casino. The VIP dungeon became his niece's nightmare, where Nora's muffled cries were drowned out by the clink of chips and the laughter of high rollers.

Disgust curdled in Stefano's gut—but beneath it, arousal. The sheer depravity of it all made his fat cock throb, his demonic heritage reveling in the human's heart darkness. The bronze relic on his left hand, Osiris ring glowed in the dim mess of Patrizia's apartment, the fallen divinity's whispers clinging to the middle-aged man's spirit,

CORRUPT

DOMINATE

CONQUER

With a snarl, he released her, letting Patrizia slump against the dirty wall. Her large chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, the mature brunette's fat pussy glistening with unspent need, her fat ass leaving a sweaty imprint on the sticky wallpaper.

"You're going to listen very carefully, sister," Stefano murmured, pulling the bag of cash from his jacket. He dumped the 10,000 euros onto the sticky coffee table—a king's ransom in her world of desperation. The bills fanned out like a pornographic display, the scent of old 500 euros banknotes mingling with the stench of the apartment.

Patrizia's eyes locked onto the money, her fingers twitching with gambler's itch, the voluptuous brunette's pierced nipples pebbling further as her addiction warred with genuine fear.

"This is your one chance," Stefano continued, his deep baritone low and dangerous. "You will cancel Nora's lessons. Permanently. You will tell Angela that your daughter is mine now. And in return..."

He grabbed her chin, forcing the gambling addict sister to meet his gaze, his golden eyes burning with infernal promise.

"I'll personally take over your... debt repayment."

Patrizia shivered, her needy cunt pulsing at the implication, the mature brunette's fat thighs rubbing together as another trickle of arousal slicked her inner thighs.

Stefano released his hypnotic leash.

"Huu... S-Shit!"

Patrizia gasped, her smoky contralto raw as words tumbled out:

"Y-you can't—Angela will kill me if I—"

"Angela," Stefano interrupted, his smile dangerous... For the first time Patrizia felt her brother's figure had become a stranger's, the middle-aged man's shadow boiled with demonic power, "will learn what happens when you touch what belongs to me."

For the first time Patrizia felt her fear for the Casino's matron lessen, this... This was something else entirely.

Angela was calculating, dangerous, yes, a woman who had a habit of making unreasonable demands, but at least this mysterious powerful lady was someone you could still negotiate with...

Lady Liegi was still human.

This was much worse.

"W-What the fuck happened to him!? N-Not even Darya had this menacing... presence. Stefano, a-are you still my little brother?" Another soul fragment, it seemed unleashing his incubus aura had done the trick. Angela may be scary, but the ancient eldritch deity sleeping inside the Osiris ring was much worse. Stefano couldn't help but sigh, with great power come great harems or something like that...

"Even I don't really know what will become of me... At least I'll try to protect my loved ones on the way, I'll take fate into my own hands from now on."

Patrizia knew better than be on the bad side of people like Angela and her enforcers. Not to mention a man, someone who used to be her brother but might be no longer human.

He pushed the money toward her, Stefano's other hand dipping between his sister's voluptuous thighs. Two fingers sank into her sopping cunt, curling against her g-spot with ruthless precision.

"F-FUCK!!"

Patrizia screamed, the mature brunette's curvaceous body arching as her first orgasm of the night ripped through her—a violent, shuddering climax that left the slutty milf trembling like a leaf in a storm.

"Choose, dear_ _sister," Stefano murmured, licking her juices from his fingers, the taste of her shame and arousal flooding his senses. "Die as Angela's bitch... or live as your brother's whore."

Patrizia's green eyes widened, her luscious red lips parting in a silent gasp as the truth of his offer sank in.

BREED

DOMINATE

MASTER

The Osiris ring on Stefano's finger pulsed, the fallen divinity's dark energy coiling around his gambling addict sister, enthralling the voluptuous milf's corrupt soul, whispering promises of pleasure and pain beyond mortal comprehension. Patrizia's smoky contralto trembled in blissful abandon.

"Huu..."

And as her trembling hand reached for the money—her fingers brushing his in a silent pact—Stefano knew the real game had only just begun.

It was a pleasure to serve, wasn't it?