Osiris fallen divinity recedes under the morning sun

Chapter 15: The Waning Hour – A Demon’s Farewell

The violet glow of the Osiris ring pulsed weakly now, its infernal divinity waning as the first hints of dawn crept through the basement’s high, narrow windows. Stefano could feel it—the slow, inevitable retreat of his incubus form, the scales receding, the claws shortening, the hellfire in his veins dimming to embers.

"Damn, is this some kind of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde thing?"

For a second the middle-aged man almost heard a semblance of humanity from the ancient relic, it laughed... Thick with both malice and amusement.

"Well, at least a few perks are permanent..."

Yes, some of the fallen divinity's essence lingered in the mortal flesh. His human body was different now—taller, leaner, his muscles peeking through the dad bod he was now sporting, the middle-aged man's cock thicker, heavier, his balls swollen with the churning remnants of his tainted seed.

Every night brought him closer to his true demonic potential.

But dawn was coming. And with it, the need for discretion.

The Final Command – Hypnotic Concealment

Vanessa and Beatrice lay sprawled across the leather chaise, their bodies glistening with sweat and spent pleasure, their minds still fogged with submission. Their bellies were slightly swollen, their wombs stuffed with his seed, their throats raw from worship. The obsidian plugs still nestled in their asses, the silver collars locked around their throats—though the latter would soon fade into mere jewelry under the morning light.

Stefano crouched between them, his voice a velvet lash, laced with the last dregs of his hypnotic power.

"Listen closely," he murmured, his fingers tracing their flushed cheeks. "When you wake, you will remember nothing but a dream. A wonderful dream. The tools will be hidden. The marks will fade. But your bodies…" His claws dragged down their trembling abdomens. "Your bodies will remember."

Vanessa whimpered, her eyelids fluttering. "Y-Yes… Master…"

Beatrice, still half-lost in the throes of her corruption, moaned softly, her hips twitching as if seeking him even in her trance.

Stefano smirked. "Good girls."

With a final pulse of his will, he sealed the command into their minds, ensuring their compliance. Then, with swift, practiced motions, he removed the plugs, wiped them clean, and returned them to the velvet box. The collars shimmered faintly, their infernal script dimming to mere decoration.

The Transformation – From Demon to Man

As he stood, Stefano could feel the last of his incubus strength ebbing away. Dizziness overtook him, as he tried to anchor himself on the basement's wall...

"S-shit..."

His scales melted into smooth, olive skin. The incubus claws retracted into sharp nails. His tail slithered back into his spine with a final, sinuous flick. Only his eyes remained—still burning with that faint, unnatural gold, a reminder of what lurked beneath.

The middle-aged archeologist stretched, rolling his shoulders, savoring the new weight of his cock, the fullness of his balls. Every night, his human form grew closer to his demonic one. Soon, the line between them would blur entirely.

Osiris Champion's reign approached.

The Departure – A Master’s Grace

Stefano dressed swiftly, his movements precise, his mind already turning to the day ahead. Rebecca would be waking soon, innocent and unaware of the corruption festering beneath her own roof.

He cast one last glance at Vanessa and Beatrice—their naked forms curled together, their breathing slow and even. By the time they woke, they would recall only hazy, feverish dreams.

"Sleep well, my breeding sows..."

Yet their bodies couldn't forget him… ah, Beatrice's slender curves, Vanessa's voluptuous sinful mounds, the mother-daughter duo's bodies would ache with the night's memories. Their wombs would churn with his seed, the incubus' demonspawn gestating within days, weeks. Their cunts would throb with the ghost of his girth.

And when night fell again, they would crave him. The morning sun greeted the incubus' shifting form, each ray burning against the incubus' skin, forcing the fallen divinity to hide deep inside Osiris ring.

"I don't know if you are a curse or a blessing... Guess we will find it out on the way."

Stefano smirked, adjusting his collar as he slipped out of the basement, the first light of dawn painting the mansion in pale gold.

The game was far from over.

To Be Continued…