Afternoon lingerie shopping in Torino's city centre

The Return Home

The apartment door slammed open with the **** of Rebecca’s enthusiasm, her schoolbag swinging wildly from her shoulder as she kicked off her sneakers with practiced ease. The scent of vanilla and citrus—her shampoo, her sweat, the lingering traces of high school hallways—flooded the foyer, mingling with the musk of old books and espresso that clung to Stefano’s study.

"Rough day," she announced, tossing her bag onto the couch with a dramatic sigh, "but I aced my history quiz!"

Stefano looked up from the kitchen counter, his fingers still tracing the edges of the amulet hidden beneath his shirt. The artifact pulsed faintly against his skin, its violet glow muted in the daylight but alive, hungry. His lips curled into a smile—slow, deliberate—as he watched his daughter stretch, her tank top riding up to reveal a sliver of toned stomach, the curve of her hipbone sharp beneath the fabric.

"Good job, kid," he murmured, his voice a low, velvety purr that carried just the barest edge of something otherworldly.

He tested the ring’s power, letting the words "Feel sharp" slip into the air like a whispered spell.

Rebecca’s spine straightened instantly, her emerald eyes clearing of fatigue, her pupils dilating with sudden, electric focus. "Whoa," she breathed, shaking her head as if to clear it, "I’m wired now!"

Stefano grinned, the incubus in him stirring at the sight of her responsiveness. The amulet thrummed, amplifying his mortal sway, turning his voice into a weapon, his presence into a ****.

She flopped onto the couch, her legs sprawling carelessly, the hem of her skirt riding up just enough to tease the shadow between her thighs. "So," she said, tilting her head, "what’s the plan, Dad? You’ve got that look."

Stefano leaned against the counter, his taller frame casting a shadow over her. "How about a day out?" he suggested, his voice smooth, hypnotic. "Coffee, a walk downtown—maybe pick you up something nice."

A pause. A beat.

"Like that lingerie you’ve been eyeing."

Rebecca’s brows shot up, her lips parting in surprise before curling into a teasing smirk. "Oh?" she drawled, swinging her legs off the couch and standing with feline grace. "Stepping up your game, huh?"

She stepped closer, her fingers brushing his arm as she leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "I’m in. Let’s hit the city center."

Stefano nodded, the amulet’s pulse a secret thrill as they grabbed jackets and stepped into Torino’s evening hum.

The City’s Seduction

Via Roma buzzed with life—shop windows glowing with displays of silk and leather, street vendors hawking espresso and fresh pastries, the air thick with the scent of roasted coffee beans and perfume.

They snagged two cups from a corner café—Rebecca sipping a frothy latte, Stefano nursing a black brew, the bitter heat steadying him against the amulet’s pull.

"You’re different today," Rebecca mused, her eyes flicking over his sharper jawline, his leaner build. "Lighter, somehow."

Stefano shrugged, the amulet warm against his chest. "Just taking care of myself," he murmured, "like you said."

She grinned, hooking her arm through his as they strolled toward the boutiques, her body pressing against his with every step.

The lingerie shop glowed softly, its interior a haven of lace and satin, the mannequins posed in suggestive silhouettes that made Rebecca giggle under her breath.

"Too much?" she teased, holding up a crimson lingerie set, the fabric sheer enough to leave nothing to the imagination.

Stefano’s fingers twitched, the amulet humming against his skin. "Your call, kid," he said, his voice steady despite the heat coiling in his gut.

Then, softer, "Feel bold."

The words brushed her mind like a feather, a light nudge, but enough.

Rebecca’s smirk widened, her confidence flaring as she grabbed the set without hesitation. "Sold!" she declared, her voice bright with mischief.

Stefano paid, the ring’s whispers fading under her chatter, the day’s momentum grounding him—for now.

The Hypnotic Spiral

The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across Piazza San Carlo, the city’s heartbeat pulsing around them.

Rebecca spun in a slow circle, her arms outstretched, her laughter light, playful. "I love days like this," she sighed, "just us."

Stefano watched her, Osiris fallen divinity flowed into his bones, reshaping his mortal flesh—taller, leaner, sharper—closer to the incubus form with every passing hour.

But Rebecca’s presence tethered him, her trust a balm against the night’s call.

For now.

"Me too, kid," he murmured, his fingers brushing hers as they walked. "Me too."

But the ring pulsed, its hunger growing.

And Stefano wondered—how long could he resist?

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A Daughter's Hypnotic Submission

The Apartment’s Descent

The apartment hummed with quiet tension as the last golden rays of sunset bled through the windows, painting the walls in long amber streaks. Rebecca lounged on the couch, her new lingerie bag dangling carelessly from her fingers, the red silk inside whispering promises of future seductions.

"That was fun," she sighed, stretching her arms overhead, the hem of her tank top riding up to reveal the smooth, freckled plane of her stomach. "We should do that more often."

Stefano leaned against the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the dimming light, his fingers idly tracing the outline of the Ankh beneath his shirt. The artifact pulsed in time with his heartbeat, its power growing stronger as night approached.

"Buy you lingerie every day?" he teased, his voice a low, velvety purr that carried just the barest edge of something otherworldly.

Rebecca tossed a pillow at him, her cheeks flushing pink. "Shut up."

But her pupils were dilated, her breath just a little too quick.

The ring glowed.

The Dinner Table’s Temptation

Dinner was a quick affair—leftover pasta reheated with a flick of the stove, the scent of garlic and basil filling the small kitchen. Rebecca ate with the ravenous hunger of a teenager, her legs tucked beneath her on the chair, her bare toes brushing against Stefano’s calf every time she shifted.

"So," she said around a mouthful of spaghetti, "what’s with the weird ring?"

Stefano froze, his fork hovering mid-air.

"You saw that?"

She rolled her eyes, her foot dragging up his leg. "Uh, yeah? You kept caressing it like Gollum."

Stefano chuckled, but his fingers tightened around his fork.

"Just a relic," he murmured, his voice too casual. "Something I’m researching."

Rebecca hummed, her toes digging into his thigh.

"Looks dangerous."

Stefano’s cock twitched.

"It is."

The Hypnotic Prelude

The dishes were cleared, the kitchen lights dimmed. Rebecca flopped back onto the couch, her hair fanning out in a fiery halo around her head, his daughter's toned legs sprawled lazily over the cushions.

"You promised me a study session, I need a thorough review of the Catalinarian conspiracy" she reminded him, her voice laced with playful accusation.

Stefano smirked, settling beside her, his fingers brushing her knee.

"I did," he agreed, his voice dropping into that hypnotic register, the one that made her spine tingle. "But first, we test something."

Rebecca arched a brow. "Test what?"

Stefano leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear.

"Your focus, darling..."

The Hypnotic Dance

The apartment was bathed in the dying embers of sunset, the air thick with the scent of Rebecca's vanilla shampoo and the musk of Stefano's growing arousal. He watched her from across the couch, her lithe form curled into the cushions, her emerald eyes flickering between curiosity and wariness. Osiris ring pulsed against his left hand, its corrupt power surged with the fading light, but still—still—he hesitated.

"Rebecca," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress that made her shoulders tense. "My sweet girl."

Her fingers tightened around the hem of her skirt, the fabric riding up her thighs as she shifted. "Y-Yeah?"

Stefano leaned forward, his fingers brushing her knee, his touch feather-light but electric. "You're feeling so relaxed, aren't you?"

Her breath hitched, her pupils dilating slightly as the suggestion sank into her mind.

"So open to learning..."

Rebecca swallowed, her throat working as she fought the lull of his voice. "I—I don't know what you're doing, Dad," she muttered, but her body leaned toward him despite herself.

Stefano smirked, his fingers trailing up her thigh, his touch burning through the thin fabric of her skirt. "You do," he corrected, his voice dropping into that hypnotic register. "You want to please me, don't you?"

The redhead vixen's luscious lips parted, a soft whimper escaping as her father's rough fingers grazed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

"N-No—"

"Liar," he purred, his thumb pressing against the dampening fabric between her legs.

Rebecca jolted, her back arching, her resistance crumbling under his touch.

The **** Submission

Stefano cupped her chin, his grip firm but gentle, forcing her to meet his gaze. The ring thrummed, its power pulsing through his veins, but Rebecca's mind was a tumult of conflict—desire and hesitation warring behind her glazed eyes.

"Stand up," he ordered, his voice a dark rumble.

Rebecca shook her head, her fingers digging into the couch cushions. "I can't—"

"You can," Stefano corrected, his fingers tightening slightly. "And you will."

A tremble ran through her body as she rose, her legs unsteady, her breath shallow.

"Good girl," Stefano praised, his hands sliding to her hips, his thumbs brushing the exposed skin where her shirt had ridden up. "Now turn around."

Rebecca hesitated, her cheeks flushing crimson. "W-Why?"

Stefano chuckled, his fingers digging into her waist. "Because I want to see you."

She whimpered but obeyed, her body pivoting slowly until her back faced him.

Stefano's cock twitched at the sight—the curve of her spine, the swell of her ass, the tantalizing hint of lace peeking from beneath her skirt.

"Fuck," he hissed, his hands roaming up her sides, his fingers brushing the underside of her breasts.

Rebecca gasped, her body arching into his touch despite her protests.

"D-Dad—"

"Shhh," Stefano murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "Just feel."

His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples through the fabric, her sharp inhale music to his ears.

"You like this," he whispered, his voice laced with hypnotic certainty.

Rebecca shook her head, but her hips pushed back against his groin, the pale redhead's body betraying her.

"N-No—"

"Yes," Stefano corrected, his fingers pinching her nipples harder, his throbbing cock pressing against her fat ass. "You love it."

The Breaking Point

Rebecca moaned, her resistance fraying, her mind clouding with pleasure.

"That's it," Stefano growled, his hands sliding down to her skirt, his fingers hooking into the waistband. "Let go."

She whined, her fingers clutching at his wrists, but she didn't stop him as he pushed the fabric down, exposing the young pale vixen's lace panties, already damp with his little princess' arousal.

"D-Daddy—"

The word slipped out, unbidden, and Stefano groaned, his fat cock throbbing.

"Say it again," he demanded, his fingers dipping beneath the lace, brushing the pale vixen's slick folds.

Rebecca shuddered, her slender body melting against his. "Daddy," she whimpered, his daughter's erotic contralto broken with lustful desire.

Stefano grinned, his fingers pushing inside her, the tender beauty's tight heat clenching around him.

"Good fucking girl."

The First Taste

Stefano spun her around, his hands gripping her toned thighs as he lifted his daughter's petite frame onto the couch, her legs spreading automatically.

"Look at you," he murmured, his fingers trailing through her wetness, smearing it across her pale thighs. "So **** for me."

His hand cupped her chin, Stefano's thumb wet with Rebecca's pussyjuice, stroked her bottom lip.

"Open."

Rebecca parted her luscious lips on instinct, her breath hitching as the young slender woman tasted her own arousal, the incubus slick finger pressed against her tongue.

"Good job, sweetie," His deep baritone dripping with hypnotic corruption, the words vibrating through her like a spell.

Her emerald eyes glazed, the redhead beauty's slende body relaxing into the couch as his voice wrapped around her pliant mind.

"You trust me, don’t you, Rebecca?"

She nodded, her tongue lapping at his thumb.

"Then obey."

The Deep Throat Training

Stefano unbuttoned his pants, the incubus' cock springing free, already hard, throbbing.

Rebecca’s eyes widened, her breath quickening, but she didn’t pull away.

"Touch it," Stefano commanded, his voice laced with hypnotic authority.

Her fingers trembled as she wrapped them around his length, her grip tentative, curious.

"Now lick," he ordered, his hand tangling in her hair.

Rebecca leaned forward, her tongue flicking against his tip, her luscious red lips wrapping around the head with a soft moan.

Stefano groaned, his hips bucking slightly.

"Deeper," he growled, his fingers tightening in her hair.

Rebecca gagged as he pushed further, his daughter's snug throat clenching around him, her emerald eyes watering as chocked on his girth.

"Breathe," Stefano coached, his voice calm, controlled. "Relax your throat. Take me."

She whimpered, but the cockdunk haze covering her mind made obedience inevitable, the redhead vixen's slender body yielding as he pushed deeper, her nose brushing his pelvis.

"Fuck," Stefano hissed, his cock twitching in her wet throatpussy.

"Huu... H-Holy shit, that was insa-*glock!!*"

Rebecca pulled back, gasping for air, her red lips glossy with spit.

"Words, young lady, hold it deeper now," Stefano demanded, his deep baritone dark with lust.

*Glock!*

*Glock!!*

*Glock!*

The sight of his daughter's eyes looking up at him while she choked on his cock... Damn, his balls drew up, Stefano had to fight the urge to just cum in her wet throat there and then.

"Restraint is... necessary."

The Cum Slut Revelation

Stefano fucked her pretty mouth with slow, measured thrusts, his fat cock sliding deeper each time, Rebecca's gag reflex fading under his hypnotic leash.

"You love this," he murmured, his fingers massaging her scalp. "You love the way I fill your throat."

The redhead vixen moaned around his throbbing shaft, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure up his spine.

"You crave it."

Her fingers dug into his thighs, his daughter's emerald eyes rolling back as he pushed to the hilt, her throat gagged hard as she tried to milk him dry.

"HMMMPH!!"

"Y-yes, I love pleasing d-daddy..." Another soul fragment, his daughter's corruption deepened with each drop of tainted precum sliding down her throatpussy.

Stefano groaned, the sinful father's heavy balls tightened up, his release building.

"You want my cum, don’t you, Rebecca?"

She nodded frantically, her tongue lapping at his underside.

"Then take it."

He pulled out just enough to paint her tongue with his tainted seed, his cock pulsing as he filled the redhead vixen's mouth, her throat, pumping her stomach with a high protein hot creamy dessert.

Rebecca gulped it down, her emerald eyes fluttering, the young woman's body trembling between blissful pleasure and submission.

"Good... fall deeper sweetie," Stefano praised, his fingers wiping a stray drop from her chin.

She licked his fingers clean, her smile dazed, blissful.

"More," Rebecca whimpered, her soft contralto hoarse.

Stefano grinned, his cock already hardening again.

"Oh, principessa," he murmured, his lips brushing her ears. "We’re just getting started..."

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Dusk Falls – The Incubus Awakens

By late evening, the apartment was dark. In another half an hour he had to attend dinner at Antonio's. Maria, the hot voluptuous milf's face flashed in his mind her lewd texts had lit a fire in the middle-aged archeologist's loins, even Rebecca's devoted blowjob couldn't quench.

"First I've gotta make sure my daughter enjoys interesting dreams tonight..."

Stefano stood at the window, the city’s evening lights bleeding into the darkness, the ring's corrrupt essence burnt against his chest. The relic lay heavy on his left hand, its serpentine hieroglyph runes coiling around his fingers like a living thing.

"Ready?" he murmured.

Osiris fallen divinity pulsed.

BREED

CONQUER

DOMINATE

The Hunt Begins – A Daughter’s Dream

Rebecca’s bedroom door was slightly ajar.

Stefano slipped inside, his incubus form rippling beneath his skin, the middle-aged man's hazel eyes were now golden cutting through the dark. Rebecca lay sprawled on her bed, the young woman's sheets tangled around her toned legs, his daughter's new lingerie just visible beneath her sleep shirt.

"Rebecca," he whispered, the ring’s bronze edge gliding along her bare arm.

She stirred, the redhead vixen's breath hitching as the relic’s magic seeped into her skin.

"D-Dad…?"

Stefano smiled, his free hand cupping her cheek.

"Just a dream, stella."

Then the fallen divinity pressed deeper, and her emerald eyes rolled back.

The Vision – A Corrupted Fantasy

Rebecca gasped, her back arching as the ring’s power flooded into her mind.

She was somewhere else.

A temple.

His temple.

Stefano loomed over her, his incubus form fully unleashed, his cock thick and heavy between her thighs.

"You wanted this," he growled, his claws digging into her hips.

Rebecca whimpered, her body burning.

"Y-Yes—"

The Spill – A Father’s Claim

Stefano groaned, his cock jerking as he painted her toned stomach with creamy tainted cum, the ring’s magic sealing the fantasy into her soul.

Rebecca whined, her hips twitching, the young woman's own orgasm soaking the sheets as she squirted all over the bed soiling the new lingerie set they had just bought.

Stefano licked his lips.

"Good girl."

Walking to the bedroom window, Stefano unfurled his incubus form's leathery wings and glided into the night. If he took the bus it would take him over an hour and a half from their apartment in Via Frejus to Antonio's family villa beyond Piazza Vittorio, in Moncalieri, Torino's old town.

"This is insane, that car is going at over eighty km/h and it can't even keep up with my speed."

The fertile pink glow of women's wombs urged him to land and sow his seed, yet he had another target in mind. Stefano could harness the fallen divinity's essence more easily now, unlocking more of his incubus form's powers.

"I thought I would be late but now I may never need to buy a car... At least for the night. The city is mine!"

Another Breeding Hunt awaited him, first stop Maria, his old friend's wife, the vengeful curvy milf... If Stefano played his cards right then the voluptuous mature woman's osso buco dish wouldn't be the only thing he would be tasting tonight.

"Ah, Miranda... Maria's raven haired daughter should focus on her studies, no boyfriend stuff. I'm sure her dad, Antonio doesn't approve of this."

He was already parkouring between Via Po's Baroque rooftops when he got another message from Maria,

A photo from Maria:

”I need you.”

The voluptuous wife stood like an ancient Greek gooddess, her perfect curves poured into a tight emerald-green dress that clung to her pale skin, threading the thin line between obscenity and sophistication. The mature woman's neckline plunged just enough to showcase the heavy swell of her breasts, her cleavage glistening against the phone camera's flash.

The Osiris ring flared.

"Dayum."

Stefano exhaled.

Soon.