Osiris Champion's second thrall

THE CUCKOLD'S TRANSFORMATION – BREEDING AND BREAKING IN MONCALIERI

The Tuscan Villa – A Home Defiled

The villa’s arched doorways and terracotta tiles spoke of old-world elegance—of wine-stained laughter and family dinners under the soft glow of wrought-iron chandeliers. Now, the air hung thick with the musk of betrayal, the scent of Maria’s arousal perfuming the space like a blasphemous incense.

Stefano stepped across the threshold without knocking, his polished Oxfords clicking against the marble foyer. The Osiris Ring pulsed at his finger, its violet-pink glow casting eerie highlights across the framed photographs lining the walls—Antonio, Maria, and their daughter Miranda frozen in happier times, their smiles now grotesque masks over the rot festering beneath.

Maria stood by the couch, a vision of Mediterranean voluptuousness wrapped in a black dress that clung to every sinful curve. The neckline plunged dangerously, barely containing the weight of her massive tits, their nipples stiffening visibly through the fabric. The hem rode high on her thick thighs, offering glimpses of the soaked thong beneath, its lace already translucent with her arousal.

"Maria," Stefano purred, his voice a velvet blade laced with hypnotic compulsion.

She turned, hazel eyes smoldering, crimson lips parting in a gasp as his presence slammed into her like a physical ****. The violet-pink serpent tattoo on her lower back flared to life, its scales pulsing in time with the Ring’s rhythm.

"You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?" He stepped closer, his taller frame dwarfing hers, the heat of his body making her shiver. "Ready to fuck Antonio’s betrayal out of your system?"

A deliberate jab—a psychic scalpel peeling back layers of rage and lust.

Maria’s breath hitched. Her fingers tightened around the wine glass, knuckles whitening.

"You know I am," she hissed, defiance lacing every syllable even as her hips swayed toward him. "That cheating bastard doesn’t deserve my pussy. But you—"

Her words dissolved into a moan as Stefano’s hand brushed her arm, the contact sending a shockwave of subliminal influence through her nervous system. Her dress slipped, revealing one heavy breast, its nipple already beaded with milk—a sign of her fertile readiness, her womb glowing pink in his incubus vision.

The Ring pulsed.

Breed her.

Own her.

"Hehe, no need to tell me twice..."

The Breeding – A Womb Claimed

Stefano’s claws dug into Maria’s hips, spinning her toward the couch. The dress tore like tissue paper under his grip, baring her thick ass, its pale flesh jiggling as he bent her over the armrest.

"Fuck him," Maria gasped, her fingers clawing at the upholstery. "Fuck him by fucking me—!"

Stefano’s cock sprang free, seventeen inches of veined demonic fury, its flushed crown dripping thick precum onto the small of her back. No foreplay. No gentleness. Just the brutal sheathing of his length into her dripping cunt, her walls stretching obscenely around him.

Maria screamed—a sound that morphed into broken laughter as his hips met her ass in a wet slap.

"Yes! Oh god, yes—!"

Her pussy gushed, her womb pulsing, her body accepting him deeper than any human man could reach. The Osiris Ring flared, its energy saturating every thrust, every drop of precum, every pulse of his corrupt seed.

And then—

The door creaked open.

Antonio stood frozen in the doorway, his uniform rumpled, his salt-and-pepper stubble shadowing a face gone slack with horror.

"M-Maria—?"

Stefano didn’t slow.

"Join us, old friend," he growled, his voice layered with the Ring’s power.

Antonio’s body moved against his will, his boots dragging across the marble as hypnosis overrode motor control. His cock strained against his pants, damp with precum, his mind screaming even as his arousal spiked.

Maria twisted to look at her husband, her hazel eyes glazed with lust.

"Watch," she panted, her voice dripping with venom. "Watch what a real man feels like."

Stefano’s thrusts turned punishing, his balls slapping against Maria’s swollen clit, his cockhead pulsing against her cervix. The first jet of cum flooded her womb, thick and scalding, the Ring’s energy twisting biology itself.

Antonio gasped as his own cock shrunk—half an inch vanishing in an instant, his manhood withering under the weight of Stefano’s dominance.

"No—!"

Another thrust. Another flood of tainted seed. Another half-inch gone.

Maria’s back arched, her tits bouncing, her cunt gushing around Stefano’s length as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body.

"Fuck! Fuck! Oh god, I’m gonna—!"

The third creampie hit like a tidal wave, her womb glowing violet as the Ring’s power saturated her very DNA. Antonio collapsed to his knees, his cock now a pathetic stub, his pants pooling around his thighs.

Stefano pulled out slowly, his cum cascading from Maria’s gaping pussy, her lips swollen and glistening.

"Lick," he commanded.

Antonio crawled forward, his tongue extending like a starving dog’s, lapping at the mess of incubus seed and his wife’s arousal.

The taste was electric—corrupting.

His skin itched.

The Transformation – A Thrall Reborn

Antonio’s back hunched first, his spine curving like a question mark under invisible weights. His fingers elongated, nails thickening into claws. His skin darkened—not a tan, but a sickly green, his pores oozing a faint phosphorescent slime.

Maria watched, her breath ragged, her cunt still fluttering around nothing.

"What—what’s happening to him?"

Stefano stroked her hair, his claws scraping her scalp.

"Evolution."

Antonio’s whimpers turned to giggles—high-pitched, unhinged. His body rippled, muscles dissolving and reforming in grotesque permutations.

One moment, a snarling Rottweiler.

The next, a hunched butler in a too-tight suit.

Then—a child. Miranda’s age. Her face.

Maria recoiled.

"Stop it! Stop it—!"

Stefano’s laughter was a dark symphony.

"He’s mine now. My spy. My jester. My eunuch."

Antonio—no, the thing that had been Antonio—groveled at his feet, its voice a warped echo of the man it once was.

"Yessss, Massster…"

The Osiris Ring pulsed, its glow saturating the villa’s walls, its corruption spreading.

Maria’s womb ached, already preparing for the next breeding.

And Stefano?

He smiled.

The game had only just begun.