Marina may have been a bit too loud... A cop's pursuit unleashes the ancient curse

Osiris Champion's Curse – The Cop’s Corruption

The Hunt Reversed – A Cop’s Corruption

The night was alive with the hum of distant streetlights and the whisper of wind through the trees, the kind of darkness that swallowed sound whole. Detective Isabella Petraio moved through it like a blade—silent, sharp, her Glock 19 held in a practiced grip, her breath steady despite the adrenaline burning through her veins.

She had been tracking him for weeks.

Codename: Purple Prowler.

The name alone sent a shiver down her spine—not from fear, but from the thrill of the hunt. He was a hunter, yes, but so was she. And tonight, she would put him down.

Her radio crackled softly. "Unit 7, status?"

Isabella pressed the receiver, her voice low. "Still in pursuit. Heading east toward the park. Suspect is armed and extremely dangerous."

"Backup is en route. Do not engage alone."

She smirked, clicking the radio off. Like hell.

The Hunted Becomes the Hunter

Torino's night was thick with the scent of damp earth and cheap perfume as Stefano slipped into the shadows of Parco Ruffini, his incubus-enhanced senses tracking the woman tailing him. She moved with the precision of a predator—too precise. A cop.

A scan of her mind revealed flashes of badge numbers, handcuffs, and a name:

Isabella Petraio.

Undercover. Blonde. Voluptuous. A milf with a fat ass and a gun nestled between her tits.

Stefano smirked, his incubus physiology thrumming with anticipation. He slowed deliberately, letting her believe she had the advantage. The park was empty now, save for the distant murmur of Eastern European whores and their Moroccan pimps lurking in the shadows.

Perfect.

The Bait – A Whore’s Disguise

Stefano leaned against a lamppost, his monstrous height (now 2.3 meters) casting a long, predatory shadow. He made a show of adjusting his cock through his pants, playing the part of a john looking for a cheap fuck.

Isabella took the bait.

She stepped into the dim light, her voluptuous curves accentuated by a tight blouse and skirt that hugged her fat ass. Her disguise melted away as she unbuttoned her shirt, revealing frilled lingerie and the glint of steel tucked between her heavy breasts.

"Looking for company?" she purred, her voice laced with false sweetness.

Stefano’s gold-flecked eyes gleamed.

"Depends. You a cop or a whore?"

Her breath hitched.

"Tonight? I’m whatever you want me to be."

The Standoff – Bullets and Black Magic

Isabella’s hand darted for her gun—

BANG. BANG.

Two shots ripped through the night.

“Isabella Petraio, undercover milf cop. They have been looking for a conman and Casanova breaking into homes and seducing neglected housewives… They are **** enough to put someone else behind bars just to call it done. Bad, bad move.”

Deep, guttural, reverberating through the trees like thunder.

"Detective Petraio,” came the reply, the voice darker than she remembered, richer, like honey laced with poison. "You’ve been chasing shadows."

Isabella spun, her flashlight sweeping the trees—but there was nothing.

Then—a breath against her neck.

She whirled, her gun firing twice—BANG! BANG!—the shots echoing through the night.

But Stefano was gone.

No—not gone.

Changing.

Stefano moved, his incubus reflexes twisting his body sideways, the bullets grazing his shoulder before embedding in a tree behind him.

"Fast," she hissed.

"Faster than you think," Stefano growled.

What came next would hunt what remained of Isabella's mind for the rest of her life—laughter, the sound of scraping metal, inhuman.

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He transformed. The sound would ring in her ears for decades as the blonde milf begged her masters to breed her again and again.

The incubus' bones cracked, his muscles swelled, his skin darkened into obsidian scales. 2.5 meters of pure demonic fury now loomed over her, his two massive cocks springing free, throbbing with tainted need.

Isabella stumbled back, her cop instincts screaming—

A low growl sent a shiver down her spine, the streetlamps dulled under the demon's foul aura.

The blonde milf didn't know what was coming.

The Standoff

The park was a maze of shadows, the trees looming like sentinels in the gloom. Isabella’s boots crunched over gravel as she rounded a bend, her flashlight cutting a narrow beam through the darkness.

Then—movement.

A flicker at the edge of her vision, too fast, too fluid to be human.

Her grip tightened on her gun.

“Giovanni Valentti,” she called, her voice ringing with authority. "Police! Show yourself!"

Silence.

“They must have gotten the wrong fucker…”

The incubus taller frame was a shadow covering Isabella, his aphrodisiac pheromones thick in the night's chilly air, the cop's confident voice gone—“F-freeze, bastard!”— lean and fierce, her dark hair was now a mess, her gun drawn, hazel eyes locked on him.

“Y-you have the right to remain in silence,” she barked, advancing, and the incubus turned, gold-flecked eyes glinting—

“Back off,” he growled, voice a hypnotic lash, but she resisted—

“N-not a chance!”—and fired, bullets sparking off his scales, his monster form bulletproof, Stefano harnessed the Osiris fallen divinity as it resonated with Osiris Champion's breeding rage.

Stefano bolted, two times the speed of sound, a blur of violet and black, over 3 meters tall now, scales hardening, claws lengthening, the incubus awakening into a monstrous beast, hunger roaring—primal, insatiable, a predator unleashed.

He could read the daring bitch’s mind now, clear as day, Isabella Petraio, divorced, milf, multiple affairs with fellow officers ruined her marriage...

BREEED!

The chase erupted, her shouts echoing as he vaulted through trees, her bullets useless, his speed rattling windows, Osiris Champion's massive form a terror in the night—bulletproof, relentless, driven by a dark craving he barely contained. She pursued, fearless, a relentless tail in his wake, and the incubus cornered her in a dead-end alley, looming, violet flames blazing—

“Kneel,” he roared, his deep baritone a divine command, and the voluptuous milf's knees buckled, gun clattering—

“F-fuck… What... W-what the hell are you?”

—Isabella's defiance was cracking, the hot policewoman's breath hitching as his pheromones flooded the air, the voluptuous blonde's surrender a blissful elixir fueling Osiris' fallen divinity.

Stefano's humanity flickered—

Too late

—and he grabbed her, the monster that had always been lurking beneath growled, millennia old hunger staring straight into the strong-willed woman's soul, the demon's scales shone in the moonlight, leaving the horny milf dazed, his devilish lust raging against the last flickers of Stefano's humanity, Isabella’s screams were choked by the monster incubus anaconda-like forked tongue digging inside her throat.

"HMMPH!!"

She squirted hard, wetting her uniform’s pants.

The hunter became the hunted...

The Hypnotic Break – A Cop’s Soul Unraveling

Stefano’s claws seized her throat, his incubus voice slithering into her mind.

"Kneel."

Isabella's voluptuous body obeyed before her mind could resist, the hot blonde milf's knees hitting the dirt, her gun clattering uselessly under the silver rays of the full moon.

"P-Please—"

"Silence."

The incubus' demonic will smashed through the blonde milf's mental barriers like glass under a hammer. The once proud, strong-willed woman's memories, her pride, her identity—all shattered.

Her bladder released, warm piss soaking her toned thighs as the headstrong woman's mind broke.

"Good bitch," Stefano purred, his fangs grazing her cheek. "Now, let’s see how deep a cop can take me."

The Double Penetration – A Womb’s Ruin

Isabella screamed as he flipped her onto her hands and knees, his dual cocks pressing against her virgin asshole and dripping cunt.

"N-No! Not my—AHHHHH!"

He slammed into both holes at once, his monster length stretching her beyond human limits, her cervix cracking open under the brutal invasion.

"Y-You’re splitting me—!" she sobbed, her body convulsing.

Stefano roared, his hips pistoning, his tainted seed flooding her womb and colon in thick, black spurts.

SPURT

SPURT

SPURT

Isabella’s eyes rolled back, her fat ass and pussy prolapsing from the sheer girth, her womb **** open like a shattered lock.

The **** Crest – A Cop’s Eternal Damnation

As dawn approached, Stefano pressed a claw to her glabella, his dark energy branding her with a **** crest—a permanent mark of ownership.

"Mine," he growled.

Isabella gasped, her body regenerating even as her mind shattered, her prolapsed holes knitting back together only to be ruined again by his relentless thrusts.

By sunrise, she was found by a jogger—the once proud first rate policewoman lied naked, on the edge of the street raving, fisting her own wrecked holes in the grass, the blonde milf's **** crest pulsing as she babbled about her "master."

The case became national news.

A talented, brilliant cop turned into a mindless cocksleeve overnight.

Stefano didn't know it, but his powers had already caught some very nasty fuckers' attention.

**** training skills were always in high demand. Breaking minds was a valuable skill but remolding a strong-willed human into a submissive servant required months if not years of continuous hypnotic **** training, only a handful of individuals could upturn a human's mind as if it were a plaything in their hands.

Rama the Mad Monk was the first to detect this new player, his mistake would be recorded in the annals of history forever.

"Patriarch Orsini, it's just a rouge hypnotist. A Nephilim may have awakened his demonic heritage suddenly and got a bit wild, there is no way this power can be easily reproduced, it should be a half-blood whose ancestral blood underwent atavic regression, under the full moon's blessing. We are in the cursed month of Tammuz, the gates to the Abyss dimension are highly unstable, it is easy for a lesser incubus to draw on the Oblivion Moon's essence and somehow break down a mortal's mind."

The white haired man sitting on the ground didn't speak, he only looked at the park's security footage. The cunning old fox had spent tens of millions infiltrating Torino's council halls and police ****, he couldn't afford any variable suddenly messing up their clan's plans. That's why the old Patriarch's usually calm demeanor was gone, his dark hazel eyes burning with ice cold rage as he finally turned against their family's useful pawn,

"May... Should... Somehow... Do you think we built all of this, this vast empire of greed and human sin based on what? Conjectures? Whims? Wild guesses? You see, a stray dog, a wild Nephilim may indeed be our culprit.... However let's suppose you are wrong, Rama."

The sheer silk robe covering the old patriarch shone in the dark bunker.

"Respectfully speaking, but I don't think..."

Rama's fat fingers played with his red praying beads, he was trying to defuse the situation before...

"Exactly, Mad Monk. YOU. DON'T. THINK!! That's your problem ever since that... That... Yeah, you know her name, ever since that Russian witch destroyed your spiritual realm... You keep lulling yourself to sleep, do you know what makes us stand at the top while everyone, every single fucker in a business suite, everyone of those slimy little gangsters, why do they all grovel at our feet regardless of their status? No, Rama, it's not because we are crazy. That's secondary, it's necessary to instill a certain dose of fear..."

Ok, it was too late... The old bastard was ranting, again.

"..."

Finding no one to bicker with left a bitter taste in the old man's mouth. Well, sometimes you had to everything yourself...

"Oh, you don't speak anymore? Cat got your tongue, fat buddha? Well let me tell you, it is the same reason why you shut the fuck up just now. I, we hold the chips, we can sense danger even before the little issue crops up and what do we do with it? What do we do, Rama with any small inconvenience suddenly propping up on our path?"

The Mad Monk finally let go of his red beads letting them fall on his bulging belly, he was massive a mountain of a man, it was hard to think of Rama as a monk when he looked more fit for a sumo wrestler career. An icy glint shone in the middle-aged mind master's mind as he replied with confidence,

"We destroy it, any obstacle, anyone and anything must be culled even before it dares stand in my... I mean in our path, Master."

For the first time a smile graced the old patriarch's thin lips, his diamond tipped cane lazily tracing a circle around him, he barked a final order before retreating to his private chamber.

"Immediately go and investigate this case, heighten our Piedmont bases' security and tighten our grip on the Morettis' turf. Old man Kasimir's days are numbered, also send my daughter Vanessa to service me. I need her tight cunt for some stress relief."

The old dirty man's back was already to the Mad Monk, he didn't see the malevolent grin spreading on Rama's round face.

"Yes sir. I'll immediately set to the task. Vanessa is busy with her brother Orlando, shall I summon young master too?"

The old man's cane broke as it cracked the bunker's reinforced floor with inhuman power.

"Dumb bitch, how many times have I told her to stop fucking my son! Get both of their asses here, I'll discipline my slutty daughter personally, if she wants another cock then the bitch must be ready to handle both of us at the same time..."

Rama knew better than provoke a powerful old man when he was enraged, even more so when the dirty fucker reeked of lustful corruption.

"They will be here within five minutes, I'll teleport to Novara right away. The matter should be settled before the Moretti's fighting bet with the Bratva's young master."

The Mad Monk was batshit crazy, but even he knew when to retreat. Better not linger when it came to family affairs, especially when it was the Orsini clan's depraved patriarch dealing with his immoral heirs.

"Perfect. I'll see you later then... Chop chop!"

The last thing he heard made him question whether betraying the Moretti family was a good idea...

"Papi, did you call?"

"Old man, if you wanna share Vanessa's cheeks you only have to ask. Just give me my share of the clan's inheritance and we can pound her ass together right away, the slut will love it!"

"Oooh, daddy, I want my share too! That bitch Valentina just got a new mansion in Monte Carlo..."

The old man finally snapped.

"SILENCE!!"

And that was Rama's cue, he had to leave before...

"YOU BOTH NEED SOME DISCIPLINE, VANESSA GET YOUR ASS RIGHT HERE!"

The blonde vixen didn't need to be told twice before she stripped out of her designer skirt, she wore no panties and her brother, Orlando's creampies were still dripping down her thighs when she sat on her old man's lap.

"Aaah, daddy, I love it when you are so... O-ohmygod!! YES!!"

As usual.

What a fucked up family.

The Aftermath – A Monster’s Evolution

Stefano retreated into the shadows, his incubus form stronger, his hypnotic powers deeper, his taint spreading. He didn't know his hunts had finally caught the big wigs' attention.

Marina’s breeding.

Isabella’s breaking.

Every breeding sow made him stronger.

Each corruption fueled his ascent.

And Rebecca…

She was the key to Osiris' rebirth.