In da club[Breeding Bull Remaster]

The Samara Club – A Lesson in Submission

The bass from the club’s speakers pulsed through the floor like a heartbeat, the neon lights casting flickering shadows across the velvet-lined booths. The air was thick with the scent of spilled vodka, expensive perfume, and the musk of bodies pressed too close.

Miranda had chosen Samara for a reason.

It was where she’d met Luca, her spineless, disappointing excuse of a boyfriend.

_"He didn't even dare hold my hands in front of my dad..." _Miranda was already thinking of how to dump the poor guy. Meeting up with Stefano here would be the perfect way to make things clear once and for all.

"I'll let Luca see what a real man feels like..." A dangerous smile spread on the young raven haired beauty's red lips. This club had been one of her favorite spots as of late, making lots of great memories with her female friends from university.

And now, it was where she would break him, her now ex-boyfriend would have a huge surprise tonight...

The Invitation

Stefano had received the text at midnight.

"Samara Club. VIP booth 7. Come alone."

No signature.

No hesitation.

He arrived in a tailored black suit, the Osiris ring glinting under the club’s violet strobes. The bouncer recognized him immediately—Stefano had history with this place— or at least that's what the incubus' hypnotic command implanted in the mountain of a man's mind.

"Of course Mr. Bianchi, this one is on the house. Free drinks for your friends tonight."

It was that easy, and without skipping a beat the bouncer ushered him past the velvet rope without a word, a platinum membership card glinting in Stefano's chest pocket.

Miranda sat in the booth, her raven-black hair cascading over one shoulder, her luscious lips painted a sinful shade of crimson. She wore a tight black dress that hugged her slender frame, the neckline dipping just low enough to tease the swell of her small, pert breasts.

She looked nothing like the shy university girl from dinner.

Stefano smirked.

Oh, this would be fun.

The Seduction

"You came," she murmured as the middle-aged incubus slid the booth beside her, her grey eyes flickering with something hungry.

Stefano leaned back, his arm draping over the booth’s edge, his fingers brushing the nape of her neck. "Did you think I wouldn’t?"

Miranda shivered, her thighs pressing together beneath the table. "I wasn’t sure."

Stefano’s hand tightened, his fingers tangling in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to make her gasp. "You wanted me to."

The young woman's breath hitched. It felt like a few days ago when Miranda was just playing with her dolls together with his daughter Rebecca... And now she was here, besides him a fine lady with the charms of a succubus.

His thumb brushed her pulse point, feeling the frantic flutter beneath her skin. "Where’s Luca?"

Miranda’s lips curled. "Late."

Stefano chuckled, low and dark. "Poor boy."

Then he kissed her.

It wasn’t gentle.

It wasn’t sweet.

It was claiming, his tongue plundering her mouth, his teeth nipping at her lower lip until she whimpered, the young woman's lithe fingers clawing at his shoulders.

When he pulled back, her lipstick was smeared, her pupils blown.

"S-Stefano," she breathed, her voice trembling.

His hand slid down, gripping her thigh, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. "You invited me here to watch?"

Miranda shook her head.

"Then show me," he growled.

The Performance

Miranda didn’t need to be told twice.

Her hands fumbled with his belt, the young vixen's pale fingers shaking as she undid the buckle, her breath coming in short, excited pants.

"I can't believe I'm stealing uncle Stefano from mom... Maria would kill me if she knew about this."

The thought only made the horny slut even wetter, she was better than her mother, younger, how could any man resist her charms?

Stefano watched her, the incubus gaze heavy with corrupt essence, his body thrumming with anticipation.

When she finally freed him, her lips parted in awe.

Luca was nothing compared to this.

Stefano was thick, heavy, the veins prominent along his length, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.

_"No wonder mom screamed so fucking loudly whenever he came visiting..." _Another mental echo, it seemed Maria's affair had a pretty little peeping tom, Miranda's voyeuristic streak was no surprise, Stefano had cracked the bedroom door wide enough to give the young lustful woman some good material for her solo sessions.

Miranda licked her lips, how many times had she fantasized about this fat throbbing cock? Since the first time she saw it, the raven haired pale beauty could no longer look a Stefano in the same way. The man, old enough to be her father had watched Miranda grow up into a fine woman, yet that same sweet innocent girl was now sitting between his legs, a seductive smile on her luscious lips.

Then she took him into her mouth.

*Schluck*

*Schluck*

Stefano groaned, his head falling back against the booth, his fingers tightening in her hair as she bobbed her head, her tongue swirling around his tip before sinking deeper, taking him to the back of her throat.

She gagged, tears pricking at her eyes, but she didn’t stop.

Stefano guided her, his grip firm, his hips rolling upward, fucking her mouth with slow, deep thrusts.

"Così brava," he murmured, his voice rough with pleasure. "Such a good girl..."

Miranda moaned around him, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure up his spine.

The Voyeur

Luca arrived just as Stefano flipped Miranda onto her back, the young woman's dress hiked up to her waist, her black lace panties damp with arousal.

The little cuck froze in the doorway, his drink slipping between his fingers, the glass shattering against the floor.

No one noticed.

The music was too loud.

The lights too dim.

Stefano glanced up, his lips curling into a predatory smirk as he locked eyes with Luca.

Then he ripped Miranda’s panties aside and sank into the slender beauty with one brutal thrust.

"F-fuck! S-so deep!!"

Miranda screamed, her back arching, her nails scraping against the leather booth as Stefano stretched her, filled her, ruined her for anyone else.

Luca staggered forward, his face pale, his cock stiffening in his pants as he watched his girlfriend take another man’s length with ravenous desperation.

"N-no, Miranda... W-what is happening!? We w-were supposed to... O-ohmygod he is splitting her in half!" Another mental echo, a mix of despair and arousal. The little fucker was enjoying the show.

Stefano fucked her hard, his grip bruising on Miranda's flared hips, the incubus' thrusts pounding into her with merciless precision.

"Look at him," Stefano growled, his fingers digging into Miranda’s thighs as he split her open. "Look at your pathetic little boyfriend."

Miranda turned her head, her grey eyes glazed with pleasure as she met Luca’s horrified gaze.

Then she smiled.

And came.

The Aftermath

Stefano pulled out at the last second, his cum stripping across Miranda’s stomach, her chest, her face.

She gasped, the young woman's tongue darting out to catch a stray drop, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Luca stumbled back, his breath ragged, the pathetic boyfriend's cock throbbing in his pants.

Stefano tucked himself back into his slacks, his fingers brushing Miranda’s flushed cheek as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"Next time," he murmured, his voice dark with promise, "It will be inside and I won’t be so gentle."

Then he left, his stride unhurried, the incubus' body thrumming with satisfaction.

Behind him, Luca collapsed into the booth beside Miranda, his hands shaking as he reached for her.

She slapped him away.

"Don’t touch me," she hissed, his girlfriend's soft contralto raw from screaming. "You don’t get to touch me anymore. We are done."

Luca flinched, his heart shattering as Miranda stood, her legs unsteady, Stefano’s cum dripping down her thighs as she staggered toward the bathroom.

The Text

Stefano’s phone buzzed as he stepped into the night.

"When can I see you again?"

He smirked. What a hungry kitten.

Just like her mom, Maria...

"Soon, piccola. Very soon."