Chapter 16
by 
Wisdomsand010302
To the Egyptian Museum
Hypnotic experiments on coworkers
The Museum's Corruption – A Master's Control
The Morning After – A Demon’s Restraint
The morning sun over Torino's skyline blazed through the museum’s arched windows, casting golden shafts across marble floors where centuries of history stood frozen in stone. Stefano adjusted his tie in the reflection of a gilded mirror, his fingers brushing the Osiris ring—warm, hungry, but subdued in daylight.
Last night had been… indulgent.
Chiara’s virgin screams.
Rebecca’s throat stretched around his cock.
His body still thrummed with stolen energy, his senses heightened, his mind sharpened by the incubus’s essence. But today was not for hunting.
Today was for control.
The ring pulsed against his skin, its whispers slithering through his thoughts.
Take them
Break them
Breed them
Stefano exhaled, rolling his shoulders.
No.
Not yet.
He needed precision. Needed to hone his mind control powers like a sculptor’s chisel—delicate, calculated, perfect.
And his coworkers?
Perfect test subjects.
The First Test – A Whispered Command
The museum’s archives were quiet, the air thick with dust and the musk of old parchment. Valentina, the head curator, leaned over a Renaissance sketch, her voluptuous frame straining the buttons of her blouse.
Stefano lingered in the doorway, watching.
Observing.
Her pulse fluttered at her throat.
Her lithe fingers trembled as she turned a page.
Her thoughts—
I wonder if he’s watching me
Stefano smirked.
Oh, he was.
He stepped forward, his voice a velvet murmur.
"Valentina."
The charming lady jumped, her massive boobs jiggling like jello, her pen clattering to the desk, her cheeks flushing
"S-Stefano! You startled me."
His gaze locked onto hers, violet embers smoldering in the daylight.
You’ve been thinking about me
Valentina’s breath grew ragged.
"N-No, I—"
Tell me the truth
The hypnotic command slithered into her mind, coiling around her will.
Her luscious red lips parted, the words spilling out.
"I dreamed about you last night."
Stefano’s cock twitched.
Good.
The Second Test – A Mind Laid Bare
He circled her, his fingers trailing over the back of her chair, his breath ghosting over her ear.
What did I do to you in your dream?
Valentina squirmed, her thick thighs pressing together, the mature woman's nipples pebbling under silk.
"You… you bent me over this desk." Her voice was hoarse, shamed, aroused. "You took me from behind—hard—and I… I came screaming your name."
Stefano hummed, his hand sliding down her arm.
And if I told you to do it now?
Valentina whimpered, her body leaning into his touch.
"I’d let you."
The admission hung between them, thick with lust.
Stefano gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
Stand up
She obeyed, her legs shaking.
Unbutton your blouse
Her fingers fumbled, the fabric parting, revealing heavy breasts, pale and soft, her nipples stiff with need.
Stefano pinched one, rolling it between his fingers.
Tell me something you’ve never told anyone.
Valentina moaned, her back arching.
"I—I touch myself in the bathroom almost everyday, I'm so f-fucking horny, thinking about you fucking me on the Nefertari Queen exhibit. I-I film myself sometimes too..."
Stefano growled, his other hand dipping into her skirt.
Drenched.
Perfect.
The Third Test – Truth Without Touch
He withdrew, leaving her panting, confused, the mature woman's body aching for the incubus' touch, for his command.
Control.
Not yet.
He needed to push further.
Down the hall, Alessio, the junior archivist, hunched over a ledger, his fingers stained with ink.
Stefano leaned against his desk, the incubus' voice casual.
"Alessio."
The young man flinched, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
"Y-Yes, Signor Bianchi?"
Tell me your darkest secret
Alessio’s eyes glazed, his lips moving without thought.
"I stole a fragment of the Osiris scroll last year. I—I sold it to a collector."
Stefano’s brows rose.
Interesting.
Why?
"Gambling debts," Alessio whispered, his face ashen. I was _desperate, _they threatened to take my girlfriend, the Casino Matron is ruthless, dozens of girls have been kidnapped and become sex slaves, gone forever after meeting Lady Angela."
Stefano smiled.
Very interesting.
The Fourth Test – Resistance
Not everyone broke so easily.
Isabella, the museum’s stoic security chief, stood rigid by the Etruscan relics, her arms crossed, her gaze sharp.
Stefano approached, his power pulsing.
You want me.
Isabella’s jaw clenched.
"No."
Liar
The headstrong woman's pulse raced, her thoughts screaming.
I can hear you
Her breath stuttered.
You dream of my hands on your throat. Of my fat cock stretching you open
Isabella trembled, her knees locking.
"Stop."
Stefano crowded* her against the display, his lips *brushing* the sexy security guard's ear.
Beg
A whimper. Then—
"Please."
Control.
Perfect.
The Aftermath – A Demonic Champion's Patience
Stefano stepped back, leaving Isabella shaking, Alessio terrified, Valentina dripping onto the archives floor.
The ring glowed, its power thrumming.
You could take them now
Yes.
But not yet.
He needed more practice.
More finesse.
Tonight, he would test his limits.
And Rebecca?
She would help.