Osiris Champion's Breeding Hunt

The Devil’s Hunt – A Night of Blood, Lust, and Corruption

Torino's streets were slick with rain, the neon glow of the red-light district reflecting in the puddles like liquid sin. The air smelled of wet pavement, cheap perfume, and something darker—something hungry. Stefano Ricci moved through the shadows like a wraith, his leather jacket damp with mist, his fingers trailing along the brick walls as he prowled.

Tonight, he was not Stefano, the middle-aged archeologist.

BREED

Tonight, he was something older.

CORRUPT

Something darker.

DOMINATE

A hunter.

The ring on his finger was cold, its violet glow dimmed to a mere ember—not out of weakness, but restraint. He had sealed away the full extent of his powers, reducing himself to the barest whisper of his demonic heritage. No overwhelming hypnosis. No instant mind-shattering pleasure.

Just instinct.

Just lust.

Only the fertile pink glow of women's wombs led him on.

Ahead, under the flickering sign of a seedy nightclub, a woman leaned against the wall, her fishnet-clad legs crossed at the ankle, those tantalizing red lips curled around a cigarette.

"Bingo."

She was tall, the voluptuous vixen's dark curls spilling over her bare shoulders, her corset straining against full, heavy breasts.

"What a slow night... Old man Ettore must have splurged his golden pension on another gambling spree." A mental echo, well, after tonight she wouldn't the dirty old bastard anymore.

A working girl, her soul rife with corruption. A professional in lust and pleasure.

Perfect.

Stefano stepped into the light, his smirk slow, predatory.

"Evening," he purred, his deep baritone layered with hypnotic charisma.

She looked him up and down, exhaling smoke through her nose. "You looking for company, handsome?"

"Always."

She grinned, flicking the cigarette away. "Two hundred for the hour. Extra for anything special."

Stefano reached out, his fingers brushing her wrist—just a casual touch, but even that faint contact sent a shiver through her.

"How about a game instead?" he murmured, the sex demon's voice dropping to a subliminal murmur.

Her pupils dilated.

"A… game?"

"Mm." He leaned in, his lips grazing the ear. "You run. I chase. If I catch you…" His hand slid up her thigh, his fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp. "You’re mine for the night. No limits. No safewords. Just obedience."

She swallowed, her pulse racing.

"And if I win?"

Stefano laughed, low and dark.

"You won’t."

The Chase – A Predator’s Plaything

She ran. Clutching a thousand euros in her hands.

"Huu... W-What the fuck have I gotten myself into? This city is full of fucking lunatics..."

Down the alley, around the corner, her heels clicking against the pavement, the voluptuous brunette's breath coming in panting bursts. Stefano followed at a leisurely pace, his steps measured, his smirk growing.

He could have taken her instantly.

But where was the fun in that?

She glanced back, her hazel eyes wild, the charming slut's luscious red lips parted—and then she squealed as Stefano lunged, the incubus arms wrapping around her small waist, his towering frame pinning her against the damp brick wall.

"Got you," he growled, his teeth scraping her neck.

She shuddered, her wide hips grinding back against him, her body betraying her even as she whimpered.

"N-No fair…"

"Never said I’d play fair." His hand slid between her legs, his fingers pressing against her soaked panties. "Fuck, you’re dripping."

She moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder.

"P-Please…"

"Please what?"

"Please… take me…"

Stefano grinned.

"Good girl."

The Taking – A Demon’s Claim

He spun her around, his mouth crashing into the voluptuous brunette's , the incubus' tongue plundering her depths as his claws ripped her panties away. Damn, she was drenched.

"Hmmmph!!"

She clung to him, her manicured nails scraping his shoulders, the mature slut's curby legs wrapping around his waist as he lifted her, slamming her back against the wall, and buried himself inside her with one brutal thrust.

*PLAP!*

She screamed, her back arched against his deep brutal thrusts, her cunt clenching around him like a vice.

"F-Fuck! Holy shit!!"

Stefano groaned, the incubus' fat cock twitching inside her, his demonic blood singing with the heat of her.

"That’s it, scream for me," he hissed, his hips pounding into her with animalistic ****. "You love this, don’t you? Love being used like a cheap wench in some filthy alley."

She nodded, her hazel eyes rolling back, the voluptuous brunette's sinful body convulsing around him as another orgasm ripped through her.

"Y-Yes! Yes! More!"

Stefano growled, his fingers digging into her flared hips as he fucked her harder, deeper, the sex demon's throbbing cock stretching her wide, his balls slapping against her fat ass with every rough snap of his hips.

*PLAP!!*

*PLAP!*

*PLAP!!*

The slap of flesh on flesh echoed through the alley, mingling with her shrill cries and his guttural groans.

She was breaking.

"OHMYGOD!! F-Fuck me!! YESS, h-harder!"

How sweet was the sight of her corrupt soul shattering beneath the pleasure.

And he wasn’t done yet.

The Corruption – A Soul Rewritten

Stefano pulled out suddenly, ignoring the voluptuous slut's whine of protest as he spun her around, bending her curvy frame over a rusted dumpster, and pushed her face-first against the cold metal.

"D-Don’t stop!" she begged, her fingers scrabbling for purchase.

"Oh, I’m far from done," he hissed, his claws sliding down her spine, the incubus' fingers pressing against her tight, untouched asshole.

She flinched.

"W-Wait— What the fuck are you!?"

Oh well, it seemed his true form had peered through for a second, he couldn't blame her. Seeing a purple monster with a cock bigger than your thigh had that kind of effect... Still, she would have to get used to it in the end, Stefano's Doppelganger was much worse. Now though he had to finish the job.

"What am I? Your master of course."

And then he pushed inside.

"F-FUCK!!"

She screamed, her body bucking against him, the corrupt whore's manicured nails scraping the dumpster as he stretched her wide, his fat cock pounding against her cervix relentlessly.

"D-Demon! Demon!" she sobbed, her voice breaking.

Stefano laughed, his fingers tangling in the voluptuous vixen's dark curls, yanking her head back.

"That’s right, pet. And you’re mine now."

The Osiris Ring on his finger pulsed, its violet light flaring for just a moment—just enough to sear his claim into her very soul.

"What was her name again? Well, she didn't need one anymore..."

Her screams turned to moans.

"Nghh!! F-Fuck you... You are splitting me in half..."

The curvy slut's struggles turned to shudders.

"Yes... Harder... D-Deeper!!"

Her fear turned to worship.

"D-Demon… master… breed me…" she slurred, her mind melting under the hypnotic ****.

Stefano groaned, his monsterr cock twitching inside her, the incubus' corrupt release building.

"Fuck, yes," he hissed, his hips stuttering as the incubus flooded her with thick, tainted seed.

She collapsed against the dumpster, her voluptuous body twitching, the charming slut's mind gone leaving a perfect breeding vessel, her soul marked.

Stefano petted her hair, his smirk dark.

"Good girl."

The Aftermath – A New Pet for the Collection

By the time he pulled out, she was hollow.

"Y-Yes... More... M-More cream..."

Her hazel eyes were empty, the brunette's luscious red lips parted, drool dripping down her chin as she mindlessly ground her wide hips back, chasing his cock even as it left her gaping asshole.

Stefano tucked himself away, his breath steadying, his breeding urges sated—for now.

He gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"What’s your name, pet?"

She blinked, her brow furrowing—as if she couldn’t remember.

Then her lips curled into a vacant smile.

"Y-Yours…"

Stefano laughed.

"Good."