A shower to clean up the breeding grime, yet a price must be paid for harnessing Osiris' fallen divinity too early.

Dawn’s Embrace – A Father’s Gift

The first light of dawn painted the sky in hues of rose and gold, the city below still wrapped in the quiet hush of early morning. Stefano moved through the shadows of his penthouse like a phantom, his bare feet silent against the polished hardwood floors. The night’s exertions still thrummed in his veins—Marina’s screams, the way her body had clenched around him, the gallons of seed he had poured into her womb—but now, as the sun crept higher, his incubus form receded, the scales along his arms fading, his claws retracting, leaving only the golden tattoos that coiled over his skin like living serpents.

He exhaled, rolling his shoulders, the last remnants of his supernatural strength settling into something more human.

But not entirely.

"Osiris Champion is no mere mortal..."

The fallen divinity's whispers grew stronger every night as the incubus fed and kept breeding.__

He was no longer just human.

The Return

The shower was already running when he stepped into the master bathroom, the steam curling in the air, the scent of sandalwood and cedar filling his lungs. Stefano stripped off the last of his clothes, his cock half-hard even now, the memory of Marina’s breeding still fresh in his mind.

The water was scalding, just how he liked it, the heat searing away the grime of the night, the sweat, the scent of other women. He let it sluice over his body, his muscles unwinding beneath the torrent, his hands working through his hair, the soap lathering thick between his fingers.

Then—

A sound.

The creak of the bathroom door.

The soft pad of bare feet on tile.

Stefano didn’t turn. He didn’t need to.

"Morning, Dad."

Rebecca’s voice was sleep-rough, sweet and warm, the way it always was in the early hours.

Stefano smiled, his back still to her. "You’re up early, sweetheart."

"Couldn’t sleep," she murmured, and he heard the rustle of fabric as she set her toothbrush on the counter, the click of the faucet as she turned it on.

Then—silence.

A beat too long.

Stefano turned then, just enough to see her in the mirror’s reflection—his daughter, his Rebecca, standing there in nothing but a loose sleep shirt and a pair of cotton panties, the fabric stretched taut over the roundness of her ass, the curve of her hips.

His cock twitched.

Harder.

The Sweet Scent

Rebecca froze, her toothbrush halfway to her mouth, her emerald eyes widening as she inhaled, her nostrils flaring.

"Did you… change soaps?" she asked, her voice distant, her pupils dilating.

Stefano knew that look.

Knew what it meant.

The aphrodisiac effect of his incubus musk—subtle, insidious, wrapping around her senses like a ****.

"No," he murmured, his voice low, rough. "Same as always."

Rebecca swallowed, her throat bobbing, her fingers tightening around the toothbrush.

"I-It smells… good," she whispered, almost to herself.

Stefano watched as her free hand drifted down, her fingers brushing over her stomach, lower, her breath hitching as she grazed the waistband of her panties.

"Rebecca," he said, his voice firmer now, a command wrapped in velvet.

She jolted, her eyes snapping up to meet his in the mirror, her cheeks flushing.

"S-sorry," she stammered, quickly turning back to the sink, her movements jerky, nervous.

But Stefano saw it.

Saw the way her thighs pressed together.

Saw the dampness already blooming on her panties.

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The Morning Jog – A Father’s Collapse

Torino's early morning painted the apartment in pale gold as Rebecca and Stefano returned from their morning jog, their usual routine now tainted by something dark.

Stefano staggered, his breaths ragged, his muscular frame trembling under an invisible weight. Sweat drenched his shirt, his pale complexion almost translucent under the morning light.

"Dad?" Rebecca’s voice was laced with panic as she grabbed his arm, her athletic frame straining to keep him upright. "You look like shit."

Stefano gritted his teeth, his gold-flecked eyes dimming back to their familiar hazel hue.

"J-Just… need to lie down," he rasped, the middle-aged man's voice hoarse, as if something inside him was unraveling. He was used to the usual dizziness and weakness dawn brought to his incubus form, but this...

He was just about to harness more of the ring's fallen divinity when a splitting headache took his breath away, leaving the archeologist gasping for air.

Then—

Collapse.

Rebecca barely caught him, her slender arms shaking as she dragged his heavy body to the couch.

"F-fuck, Dad—!"

His chest rose and fell in shallow bursts, his skin burning to the touch.

The Call for Help – A Daughter’s Desperation

Stefano’s fingers twitched toward his phone, his hazy mind forcing out one coherent thought.

"Susanna… work…"

Rebecca snatched the phone, her emerald eyes wide as she dialed.

"S-Stefano? You sound awful—" Susanna’s voice was laced with concern, she had known Stefano since high-school and personally saw his redhead daughter grow up making her unnaturally attuned to his pain.

"It’s Rebecca. Dad’s really sick. He can’t come in."

A pause. Then—

"I’ll cover for him. Do you need help? I can come—"

"No!" Rebecca snapped, her grip tightening on the phone. "I’ve got him."

She hung up, her gaze darting to the neighbors’ door.

"Aunt Patrizia… Nora…"

But no answer.

Only the hollow echo of an automated voicemail.

"Fuck. Shitshitshit..."

The Fever’s Grasp – A Daughter’s Forbidden Temptation

Stefano’s condition worsened.

His fever spiked, his body convulsing, his lips moving in hushed, hypnotic chants.

"R-Rebecca…" His voice was a velvet growl, laced with something darker.

She stripped his soaked shirt, her fingers brushing his scorching skin—

And froze.

Precum.

Thick, glistening strands of tainted seed smearing her cheek as his monstrous cock twitched against his sweat-slicked abs.

"H-Holy—!"

The redhead vixen's mind fogged, her pussy clenching, a slow, sinful heat pooling in the young woman's womb.

"N-No… focus…"

Rebeccca dragged him to the bathroom, her slender body burning, lustful thoughts hammering against the pale redhead's reason.

The Ice Bath – A Transformation Unveiled

Rebecca stripped him completely, her breath hitching at the sight of his new form.

Leaner. Taller. Ripped.

His cock—

"F-Fifteen inches…?"

Throbbing. Veiny. Dripping.

She lowered him into the ice bath, her own clothes soaked with sweat and arousal.

Then—

Sizzle.

Steam.

The water boiled on contact, the bathroom filling with a hazy, pheromone-laced fog.

When it cleared, Stefano was **** again—but changed.

Black hair streaked with silver. Hieroglyphic runes pulsing on his skin. A body sculpted by dark divinity.

And Rebecca—

Drenched

Aching

Lustful need gripping her worried mind.

The Ring’s Warning – A Destiny Denied

Rebecca's lithe fingers trembled as she reached for the Osiris ring, its violet glow intensifying.

"Let’s see what you’re hiding…"

The moment she tugged, Stefano’s leg disintegrated into black sand, his body convulsing.

A voice echoed in her mind, ancient and cruel:

"Chosen’s wife, it is not your destiny."

Terror.

She slammed the ring back onto his finger, her father's leg reforming—stronger, darker, pulsing with demonic power.

Stefano groaned, his cock twitching, the incubus' new body radiating power.

And Rebecca—

She understood now.

The Forbidden Line – A Daughter’s Choice

Her fingers traced his chest, her lips brushing his ear.

"Dad…" she whispered, her voice trembling. "W-what the hell are you turning into?"

The ring pulsed, its answer clear:

Something beyond mortal.

And she—

Rebecca...

His daughter was his greatest sin.

Her father's final corruption.