A gift for his devoted daughter, tickets for San Siro's stadium.

The Hypnotist’s Gift – A Father’s Dark Devotion

Midnight Vigil – A Daughter’s Exhaustion

The digital clock on Rebecca’s nightstand blinked 3:07 AM in harsh red numerals, casting a faint glow over her sweat-dampened face. Dark circles bruised the delicate skin beneath her emerald eyes, her usual fiery vibrancy dulled by exhaustion. She had refused to leave his side, her fingers periodically brushing Stefano's forehead to check for fever, her breath hitching every time your body twitched in restless sleep.

"Huh, I-I'm back!"

The middle-aged man stirred, back from the shadow of ****, his incubus-enhanced senses drinking in the sight of her—his sweet pale daughter, the sweet little princess, your most devoted worshipper—slumped against the headboard, fighting sleep like a soldier on the front lines. Her red hair was a tangled mess, the young woman's luscious lips slightly parted, her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths.

A surge of something primal and possessive coiled in his gut.

She did this for him.

She suffered for her dad.

And now, he would reward her.

The Osiris Ring’s Whisper – A Father’s Dark Gift

The golden band around Stefano's finger pulsed, its ancient hieroglyphs shimmering with an eerie, otherworldly light. The fever had done more than just reshape your body—it had deepened his connection to the relic, sharpened Osiris Champion's control over the minds of those around him.

He reached out, his fingers brushing Rebecca’s temple, the incubus' deep baritone a velvet murmur in the silent room.

"Sleep, my darling…"

The command laced with hypnotic compulsion, sinking into Rebecca's subconscious like ink in water. Her eyelids fluttered, the young woman's slender body slumping forward into his waiting arms. Stefano adjusted her carefully, tucking her beneath the covers, his fingers trailing down her cheek as the incubus' touch amplified the suggestion.

"Dreamless. Deep. Restorative."

Her breathing evened, the slender vixen's muscles relaxing for the first time in hours. Stefano watched, rapt, as the tension drained from her face, leaving his daughter looking almost angelic in the dim light.

But your gift wasn’t just sleep.

It was corruption.

The ring thrummed, its fallen divinity seeping into the young woman's mind, rewiring her thoughts, deepening her dependence, her hunger for him. By the time she woke, Rebecca would be more pliant, more eager, more **** for her father's touch.

And him?

He would be stronger.

Every whisper, every suggestion, every drop of her submission fed the fallen divinity lurking within him.

Dawn’s Awakening – A Daughter’s Renewal

Rebecca’s eyes snapped open at 6:00 AM sharp, her body thrumming, brimming vitality. She stretched, her back arching, a soft moan escaping her lips as she realized two things:

1. She felt amazing—better than she had in years.

2. She was soaked.

The young woman's toned thighs stuck together, her panties drenched, Rebecca's pale skin flushed with residual heat. She blinked, her mind still hazy from the depth of her slumber, her lithe fingers drifting between her legs—

"D-Daddy…?"

You were already awake, watching her with dark amusement, your cock stirring beneath the sheets.

"Good morning, princess," you murmured, your voice rough with sleep. "Ready for your reward?"

The Gift – A Father’s Devotion

The tickets were priceless—middle-row seats, the very best to see Torino vs. Milan at the San Siro, the kind of luxury one could barely afford on a small time tour guide’s salary.

But money was no issue, not anymore.

Not when Osiris Champion had hypnosis.

Not when he had Arianna.

Stefano's bitchy, fake-blonde boss would fold under his will soon enough, her mind softened, the arrogant milf's resistance crumbling as you pushed for that raise.

But today?

Today was for Rebecca. His sweet princess had spent an entire day and night nursing her dad back to health, keeping the incubus' balls drained until the fever broke.

"A-Are you joking? W-What about school, I mean your work... Nevermind, let's go!!"

Her squeal of delight was priceless, the young vixen's slender body launching into him, her arms wrapping around Stefano's neck as she kissed your cheek, dangerously close to her father's lips.

"Thank you, Daddy! I love you!"

Stefano smirked, his hands squeezing Rebecca's fat ass, the incubus' lips brushing her ear.

"Oh, darling… you haven’t seen anything yet."

The Ride – A Daughter’s Silent Torment

Patrizia’s rust-bucket Bliat Panda was a claustrophobic nightmare, the seats cracked, the air thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and cheap perfume. Stefano's sister chattered mindlessly about her latest gambling spree, her hands white-knuckled on the wheel as she swerved through Milan’s chaotic streets.

"O-ohmygod... Why is the road so f-fucking ba-*ah!*-ad!"

Rebecca sat on his lap, her plush ass grinding against your thickening cock with every bump in the road. Her breath hitched, her fingers digging into your thighs as she tried to stifle her moans.

He helped.

His hands gripped her wide hips, guiding her movements, the incubus' cock swelling to full hardness beneath his daughter's drenched pussy.

"D-Daddy…" she whimpered, her voice barely audible.

"Quiet, baby," He purred, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. "Don’t let Aunt Patrizia hear you..."

Her gasp was delicious, the pale vixen's body trembling as his rough fingers found her soaked folds. Patrizia looked back through the rear-view window

"Is everything ok back there? You are flushed Rebecca! Open the window to get some clean air inside, wait never-mind, we are almost there besides Milano is pretty polluted we are better off breathing in this... Sweet aroma, Stefano you must tell me what cologne brand you are using."

The incubus' aphrodisiac pheromones had long saturated the small car.

"Sure, I'll even give you a sample."

Patrizia smiled, the ride had left her tingling down there. The hot aunt's massive K-cup breasts had been at war with her bra each time her hard nipples brushed against the hard driving wheel.

With a final rocky brake action, Stefano's fat cock slid between his daughter's pink wet labia smearing glistening precum on her heat. Rebecca struggled in his lap, the young woman choked moans were music to the incubus senses.

"F-fuck, let me wrap your sweater around my waist. I-I can barely walk..."

Rebecca's legs were numb, not from the bumpy ride of course...

"Yeah, sorry about that, shock absorption is kinda lacking on this old machine."

His daughter barely covered her drenched ass and thighs with Stefano's sweater before her aunt discovered the sticky mess she had become.

San Siro stadium loomed ahead.

But the real game had already begun.