Or does it?

Vanessa’s aquamarine eyes widened, locked on him, her silk robe slipping to reveal thick thighs, her breath hitching as his incubus aura hit her.

“What the hell are you?” she stammered, gun shaking, but her voice cracked with something else—fear, yes, but laced with a hunger she couldn’t hide.

Stefano’s vocal cords were raw, regenerating, but his mind was a rut of instinct:

Breed.

Claim.

Dominate.

His senses caught her—Vanessa’s fertile glow, her arousal spiking, pussy-juice slicking her thighs as she stared, transfixed. The ring pulsed, urging him to speak, to bend her with his voice, but he growled instead, a low, guttural sound that made her flinch.

“No… relax,” he rasped, each word a blade, hypnotic despite his strain. Her gun dipped, her lips parting, and he saw it—Beatrice, her daughter, pale and perky, not here, but the thought of more to claim sent his blood roaring.

He clawed at his neck, scales scraping, fighting the rut, the ring’s command to take her now, here, in the grass. But Rebecca’s face flashed—her trust, her danger—and he staggered back, water dripping from his scaled frame.

The ring wasn’t done. It dragged him inward, a vision swallowing him whole.

The temple materialized—altars slick with blood, Anubis priests chanting: Surrender. Become. Shadows writhed, offering glimpses of his future—a towering incubus, wombs claimed, demonspawn spreading. Rebecca knelt before him, eyes purple, begging.

No.

He fought, claws digging into the pool’s edge, reality flickering back. His body burned, scales hardening, but his mind clung to her—his daughter, his line, his sin. The leap had saved him, but the vision promised more, and Vanessa’s trembling form was a temptation he could barely resist.

The Chains of Desire

The pool’s surface rippled under the moonlight, water sliding off Stefano’s scaled frame like mercury, his body a hybrid of man and beast—muscles bulging under black, cracked skin, violet flames flickering from his chest, his gut a stubborn bulge that shrank and swelled with each breath. The Osiris ring pulsed on his claw-tipped finger, its hieroglyphs glowing faintly, syncing with the violet tattoo sprawled across his abdomen, a living mark that burned with every heartbeat. For a second the old lady at the thrift shop appeared in his mind, yeah, it was her fault he got this cursed ring.

"Damn you, Norberta... You did me dirty."

Vanessa stood frozen at the pool’s edge, her blonde hair catching the starlight, her silk robe slipping to reveal thick, trembling thighs. Her aquamarine eyes were wide, locked on him, her gun shaking as his incubus pheromones hit her—a raw, primal scent that made her breath hitch, her body betraying her with a flush that spread from her cheeks to her chest.

“What… what the fuck are you?” she stammered, but the milf's shrill contralto cracked, laced with a hunger she couldn’t hide. Stefano’s vocal cords were raw, regenerating, but the ring’s power surged, urging him to speak, to bend her will with a single word.

“Drop it,”

Stefano rasped, his deep baritone a low growl, hypnotic and heavy, each syllable dripping with the ring’s unholy charm. The command sank into the air like a stone, and Vanessa’s gun clattered to the grass, her hands twitching as if pulled by strings.

"Huu..."

Vanessa took a step closer, then another, her robe falling open, revealing curves that screamed fertility, her scent spiking with arousal. Stefano’s incubus senses flared—three meters, that’s all he had, but it was enough to feel her ovulating womb, a glowing pink glow that called to the monster in him.

Breed.

Claim.

Dominate.

The ring’s whispers were a drumbeat, drowning out the man who’d once loved Rebecca as a father, not a predator. His claws flexed, itching to grab her, to pull her into the grass and—

No.

Rebecca’s face flashed—her emerald eyes, her teasing smirk, the way she’d moaned, “Yesh, d-daddy…”—and guilt clawed his gut, sharper than the ring’s fire.

“Closer,” he growled, testing the ring’s hypnotic grip, the incubus' voice weaving a subtle trance. Vanessa obeyed, her eyes glazing, lips parting as she stopped a breath away, her heat radiating.

“W-what… are you doing to me?” she whispered, but she leaned in, drawn like a moth to his flame. Stefano’s mind reeled, torn between the taboo chains of fatherhood—Rebecca, his light, his line—and the primal rut screaming to take this woman, to mark her fertile womb as his first breeding sow.

"Rebecca..."

But his daughter was home, alone, maybe still awake and horny for her dad's cock, the redhead vixen's purple-tinged eyes haunting him.

Breed

Dominate

Conquer

He’d leaped to save her, to escape the monster, but the relic's corruption was winning, and Vanessa’s trembling form was proof.

"F-Fuck..."

His body shuddered, scales hardening, the violet cracks coursing with Osiris fallen divinity's corrupion glowed brighter under the moonlight, and he knew: he had to go back.

To face her.

"Breed her... n-no... I'm losing it."

To stop his daughter from becoming his prey.

Before he was too far gone.