late night BDSM training

The Vault of Urges – A Symphony of Absolute Submission

The basement was a temple of dark corruption, its shadows alive with the scent of sweat, arousal, and the intoxicating musk of Stefano’s demonic pheromones. The air itself seemed to pulse in time with the Osiris ring’s violet glow, casting the room in an eerie, hypnotic light.

Vanessa and Beatrice knelt before him, hungry mother and slutty daughter—one a seasoned submissive, the other a trembling novice—both ensnared by his will, their bodies trembling with anticipation and fear.

Stefano flexed his claws, the black scales along his forearms gleaming as he reached for the silk ropes Vanessa had handed him. The incubus' golden eyes burned with predatory hunger as he circled Beatrice, his tail flicking lazily, the spaded tip dragging along the inside of her thigh.

"You dream of losing control," he purred, his voice a velvet blade laced with hypnotic power. "Now you will."

The Binding – Silk and Submission

Beatrice gasped as Stefano seized her wrists, his grip unyielding as he wound the silk ropes around them, binding them tight behind her back. The fabric bit into her soft skin, the slight burn only heightening the electric thrill coursing through her.

"S-Stop…" she whimpered, even as her hips rocked forward, her body betraying her.

Stefano chuckled darkly, his claws tracing the ropes, tightening them further. "Liar. You love this."

He turned to Vanessa, who was already arching her back, her full breasts heaving with each breath. "On your knees, hands behind your head," he commanded, his voice brooking no argument.

Vanessa obeyed instantly, her aquamarine eyes glazed with submission, her fingers lacing behind her skull. The position thrust her chest forward, her nipples pebbled and begging for attention. Stefano smirked, his tail slithering up Vanessa’s inner thigh, the spaded tip teasing her slick folds.

"You’re already dripping for me," he observed, his voice dripping with dark amusement.

Vanessa moaned, her hips bucking involuntarily. "Y-Yes… please…"

The Whip’s Final Lesson – Pain as Pleasure

Stefano’s claws closed around the leather whip, its weight familiar and thrilling. He flexed it once, the sound cracking through the basement like a gunshot.

Vanessa knelt before him, her wrists bound behind her back with silk ropes, her full breasts heaving with each breath. Her aquamarine eyes were glazed with submission, her lips parted in anticipation.

"Count," Stefano commanded, his voice brooking no argument.

The first lash landed across her full ass, the leather biting into her flesh with a sharp crack.

"O-One!" she cried, her back arching, her cunt clenching around nothing.

The second strike came harder, painting a red stripe beside the first.

"T-Two!" Vanessa gasped, her thighs trembling.

Stefano’s grin was feral as he delivered a third, watching her flesh bloom with delicious pain.

"T-Three! Fuck!"

Beatrice watched, her breath coming in ragged pants, her own body responding despite her fear. Her nipples hardened beneath her nightshirt, her thighs slick with arousal.

Stefano’s gaze flicked to her, his voice a dark promise. "Your turn."

He hauled Beatrice over his lap, her bound wrists trapped between them, her ass bared as he yanked her nightshirt up.

"P-Please, I—"

"You begged for this," Stefano reminded her, his claws digging into her hip. "In your dreams, in your whispers—you wanted to be taken."

The first spank landed with a sharp smack, her pale flesh jiggling under the impact.

"Ah!" Beatrice cried, her body jerking.

Stefano didn’t relent, his palm coming down again and again, painting her ass a deep, throbbing red.

"N-No more! I’ll—I’ll be good!" she sobbed, her thighs squeezing together.

"No," Stefano growled, prying her legs apart with his tail. "You’ll take what I give you."

His fingers dipped between her thighs, sliding through her slick folds.

"Dripping," he mused, holding his glistening fingers up for her to see. "You love this."

Beatrice whined, her face burning with shame, but her hips rocked against his hand, seeking more.

The Daughter’s Punishment – Breaking Resistance

He hauled Beatrice over his lap, her bound wrists trapped between them, her ass bared as he yanked her nightshirt up.

"P-Please, I—"

"You begged for this," Stefano reminded her, his claws digging into her hip. "In your dreams, in your whispers—you wanted to be taken."

The first spank landed with a sharp smack, her pale flesh jiggling under the impact.

"Ah!" Beatrice cried, her body jerking.

Stefano didn’t relent, his palm coming down again and again, painting her ass a deep, throbbing red.

"N-No more! I’ll—I’ll be good!" she sobbed, her thighs squeezing together.

"No," Stefano growled, prying her legs apart with his tail. "You’ll take what I give you."

His fingers dipped between her thighs, sliding through her slick folds.

"Dripping," he mused, holding his glistening fingers up for her to see. "You love this."

Beatrice whined, her face burning with shame, but her hips rocked against the incubus' claws, seeking more.

The Velvet Box – A Dark Revelation

Stefano released Beatrice, letting her slump to the floor, her body trembling with aftershocks. His attention turned to the velvet box, a reward from Osiris fallen divinity, his claws flicking the lid open. Inside, nestled in black silk, were two gleaming obsidian buttplugs, their bases shaped like his demonic crest.

"Perfect," he purred, lifting one, the violet light of the Osiris ring reflecting off its slick surface.

Vanessa moaned at the sight, her cunt clenching. "P-Put it in me…"

Stefano smirked. "Eager whore."

He dragged the hungry milf to her hands and knees, his claws spreading the slutty slut-mother's ass cheeks. The plug, coated in her own arousal, pressed against her tight hole.

"Breathe," he commanded, and with one brutal push, he buried it inside her.

Beatrice watched, her grey eyes wide with fear and fascination.

"You next," Stefano rumbled, securing the second collar around the young woman's slender neck.

The moment it locked, Beatrice screamed, her body arching as the magic flooded her, her mind breaking under the weight of his dominion.

The Breeding Pact – Claiming Their Wombs

With both women collared and bound, Stefano stood back, admiring his handiwork. His cock, thick and veined, ached for release.

"Who is a good ****?" he growled.

Two voices answered as one:

"Us!"

Stefano’s laugh was dark and rich as he positioned himself between them, his cock seeking heat.

He dragged Vanessa onto his lap, her slick cunt sinking onto his length with a guttural moan.

"F-Full! So full!" she gasped, her nails digging into his scaled chest.

Stefano grinned, his hips pounding into her, his claws gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

"You’ll take my seed," he growled, his voice laced with dark magic. "And you’ll beg for more."

Vanessa screamed, her cunt clenching desperately around him as he filled her, his cum flooding her womb in thick, pulsing ropes.

Beatrice watched, her grey eyes glazed with need, her fingers drifting to her own dripping cunt.

"Slut..." His deep baritone whispered, dragging her onto his cock, her tight cunt stretching obscenely around him.

"AH! F-FUCK! IT'S TOO BIG!" she screamed, her nails raking his scales.

"Take it," Stefano growled, his hips pounding into her with merciless ****. "You’ll dream of this, every night."

And she would, indeed. The breeding hunt would haunt the young heiress' dreams for her whole life. Her screams turned to moans, her resistance crumbling as pleasure overwhelmed her.

"F-Fuck! Yes! More!" she begged, her back arching, her cunt clenching desperately around him.

Stefano roared, his release boiling over, his cum flooding her womb in thick, pulsing ropes.

Beatrice’s belly swelled slightly, her virginity stolen, her fate sealed.

The Final Surrender – Claiming Their Souls

With both women stuffed and marked, Stefano stood back, admiring the Breeding Hunt's results, his handiwork.

Vanessa was panting, the voluptuous milf's fat ass jiggling with the plug’s movement, her cunt dripping.

Beatrice whimpered, her body thrumming with overstimulation, the young woman's mind fogged with submission.

Stefano’s cock, thick and veined, throbbed in satisfaction.

The basement echoed with screams of pleasure as Stefano claimed what was his, the Osiris ring pulsing in time with their joined rhythms, its violet light painting their writhing forms in shades of ecstasy and surrender.