The ancient breeding ritual unleashes a dark orgiastic frenzy.

San Siro's Corruption: A Daughter's Descent

THE STADIUM'S WHISPER

The roar of sixty thousand fans thundered through the San Siro like a living beast, the air thick with sweat, beer, and the electric tension of the Derby della Mole. Rebecca squirmed on Stefano’s lap, her plush ass cheeks pressing rhythmically against the growing bulge in his shorts. The Torino scarf around her neck swayed with each excited jump, her emerald eyes wide with exhilaration as the players clashed on the pitch below.

"D-Daddy, look! Look!" she gasped, gripping his forearm as Torino’s striker broke through Milan’s defense.

Stefano smirked, his fingers tracing idle circles on her bare thigh, just beneath the hem of her skirt. "I’m watching, piccolina," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.

She shivered, her body arching instinctively as his other hand slid beneath her jersey, fingertips brushing the soft skin of her stomach. The Osiris ring pulsed against his finger, its golden hieroglyphs glowing faintly beneath the stadium lights, drinking in her escalating arousal.

Then—Torino scored.

Rebecca jumped, her hips grinding down hard against his erection as she cheered. "Oh my God! Daddy, we’re winning!"

Stefano’s grip tightened, his cock twitching beneath her. "Yes, we are," he purred, his voice laced with something darker.

Beneath them, the stadium trembled—not from the crowd, but from something older.

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THE STADIUM'S WHISPER – DESCENT INTO THE LABYRINTH

The Awakening Beneath

The two teams' fans frenzied roars faded into a distant hum as Stefano's consciousness plunged downward, his mind peeling away from the physical realm like layers of rotting flesh. Osiris ring burned against his finger, its golden hieroglyphs pulsing in time with Rebecca's racing heartbeat as it guided him through the stadium's hidden veins.

Level -1: The concession stands and service tunnels stretched before him, the scent of stale beer and fried food clung to the air, mingling with the ozone tang of humming electricity. Stefano's shadow stretched unnaturally long across the concrete walls, his incubus form bleeding through the cracks of reality.

Level -2: The 1960s electrical grids buzzed around him, their wires writhing like angry wasps trapped in a hive. Sparks crackled in the darkness, the air here tasted of copper and burnt rubber, the remnants of half a century's worth of neglected maintenance.

Level -3: The Fascist-era **** cells materialized next, their stone walls weeping. The echoes of screams clung to the stagnant air, the ghosts of partisans and dissidents still writhing in agony. Stefano's claws scraped against the damp concrete, his nostrils flaring at the scent of old terror—delicious, potent, ripe for corruption.

Level -4: Then—the true foundation.

The remnants of the Roman amphitheater rose before him, its worn marble engraved with SPQR, the letters barely visible beneath centuries of grime. The ground thrummed beneath his clawed feet, the rhythm matching the frantic pulse between Rebecca's thighs.

At the chamber's center stood an altar—crumbling, ancient, yet alive with malevolent energy.

Stefano grinned.

The Fascinum's Command

The bronze phallic charm rested atop the altar, its surface writhing with infernal script. Once used by Vestal Virgins to ward off evil, the Fascinum now pulsed with corruption, its power twisted by millennia of suffering and lust.

Stefano reached out, his claws tracing the charm's length, his skin sizzling where it made contact. The script flared crimson, the command burning into his mind:

BREAK THE SEAL WITH DAUGHTER’S VIRGINITY

A low, guttural laugh escaped the incubus' lips.

"With pleasure."

The Osiris ring flared in response, its power threading through the stadium's foundations, linking him to Rebecca above.

Her arousal dripped into his consciousness—her thighs clenching, her breath hitching, her clit throbbing with every pulse of the ring's energy.

Stefano's cock twitched in the physical realm, his demonic length straining against his shorts as Rebecca ground against him.

The corrupt ritual had begun.

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The Corruption Above

Back in the stands, Rebecca squirmed on Stefano's lap, her plush ass cheeks pressing rhythmically against his growing bulge. The Torino scarf around her neck swayed with each excited jump, her emerald eyes wide with exhilaration as the players clashed on the pitch below.

"D-Daddy, are you seeing this?!" she gasped, gripping his forearm as Torino’s striker broke through Milan’s defense.

Stefano smirked, his fingers tracing idle circles on her bare thigh, just beneath the hem of her skirt. "I’m watching, sweetie," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.

She shivered, her body arching instinctively as his other hand slid beneath her jersey, his fingertips brushing the soft skin of her stomach. The Osiris ring pulsed against his finger, its golden hieroglyphs glowing faintly beneath the stadium lights, drinking in her escalating arousal.

Then—Milan scored.

Rebecca jumped, her hips grinding down hard against his erection as she cheered. "Oh my God! Daddy, this is so f-fucking close!"

Stefano's grip tightened, his cock twitching beneath her. "Yes, yes, very hard to say who wins this one..." he purred, his voice laced with something darker.

Beneath them, the stadium trembled—not from the crowd, but from something older.

The Hypnotic Suggestion

Stefano's fingers dipped lower, the incubus' thumb brushing the damp lace of her panties. Rebecca gasped, her thighs clamping around his hand, her slender body betraying her even as the young woman's mind fought the fog creeping in.

"D-Daddy—!"

"Shhh," he soothed, his voice layered with hypnotic command. "Just relax, principessa. Daddy knows what you need."

The Osiris ring flared, its power threading through her thoughts like silk.

You were made for this

You belong to me

This is your purpose

Rebecca's resistance wavered, her body melting into his touch, her moan soft, broken.

Stefano smirked.

Osiris' fallen divinity had taken root.

SAN SIRO'S SHADOWS – THE CORRUPTION'S EMBRACE

The Vision Unfolds

Rebecca's breath hitched mid-cheer, her body locking up as Osiris ring flared against Stefano's finger. The stadium's roar faded into white noise as the visions flooded her mind—

Ancient Rome: A fallen senator's daughter, no older than herself, pinned to the same black marble altar beneath the Colosseum. The girl's virgin blood spilled across the stone as the gladiator's monstrous cock split the young maiden in two, her screams drowned out by the crowd's bloodlust. The first drop that hit the ring ignited its power.

1944: Partisans strung up by Blackshirts in these very tunnels, their terror feeding the artifact between **** sessions. A weeping brunette—her blouse torn open, her legs **** apart—as an SS officer unbuckled his belt. The ring drank her despair like wine.

Now: Her body writhing beneath Stefano's, his demonic cock stretching her untouched womb as sixty thousand fans chanted her corruption.

"N-no… Daddy, I’m s-scared…" Rebecca whimpered, her nails digging into his forearm even as her hips rolled instinctively against his bulge. The visions should have horrified her—should have sent her running—but the ring's power twisted her fear into heat, her panties soaking through as her body betrayed her.

Stefano claimed her lips before she could protest further, his forked tongue sliding deep, depositing a thick strand of incubus saliva down her throat. The aphrodisiac hit her system like lightning:

1. Her emerald pupils dilated, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

2. Rebecca's pink nipples pebbled, visibly straining against her bra, the fabric rubbing them raw.

3. Her cervix softened, her womb preparing for invasion.

4. The pale readhead's toned thighs trembled, her slickness dripping down on her dad's crotch.

"Shhh, my sweet darling," Stefano crooned, his palm cupping her breast through her jersey, his thumb brushing over her swollen nipple. He smirked as her areola visibly puckered from the stimulation, the outline of her stiff peak clear even through the fabric. "Daddy needs you to be brave tonight. Can you do that? Can you take your first trial like a good girl?"

Rebecca nodded, her lips parted, her body arching into his touch even as her mind fought the fog creeping in.

The Descent Begins

Stefano's free hand slid beneath her skirt, his fingers tracing the soaked lace of her panties. The scent of her arousal thickened the air—musky, sweet, addicting. He pressed two fingers against her clothed slit, rubbing slow circles as Rebecca whimpered, her thighs clamping around his hand.

"D-Dad—!"

"So wet already," he murmured, his voice layered with dark amusement. "You want this, don't you? My sinful daughter wants daddy to ruin her right here, where all of Milano can smell how much of a slut you really are?"

Rebecca shook her head, the young woman's denial weak, pathetic. Her wide hips rolled against his fingers, the slender vixen's tight body begging for more even as her mind screamed against the creeping corruption.

The Osiris ring pulsed, its power threading through her thoughts like silk.

You are his fated

Osiris Champion own you.

This is your destiny

Rebecca's resistance wavered.

Stefano hooked his fingers into her panties, yanking the soaked fabric aside to expose his daughter's glistening pink folds. The cool stadium air brushed against her bare cunt, making her jump in his lap, her clit throbbing under the sudden exposure.

"Look at you," Stefano growled, his thumb swiping through her slickness, smearing it across her swollen lips. "Dripping for me like a cheap whore. Is this what my sweet little girl really is?"

Rebecca sobbed, the pale redhead minx was overwhelmed by the blissful pleasure, her back arching as the incubus pushed a fat knobbed finger inside her, the calloused talon stretching his daughter's tight entrance.

"N-no—!"

"Liar," he purred, his finger curling, scraping against her inner walls. "Your cunt is clenching around me, darling. Your body knows its master."

Her orgasm hit without warning, Rebecca's walls fluttering around his finger as she cried out, her toned thighs shaking, the young woman's pussy-juice gushing over his hand.

"F-fuck! I-I'm cumming, my m-mind... It is melting, uuuh..."

Stefano licked his fingers clean, his tongue dragging along each digit as Rebecca watched, her breath hitching at the obscene display.

"So sweet." he declared, his voice dark with promise.

The stadium roared around them, the crowd unaware of the corruption unfolding in their midst.

The Corruption Solidifies

By the time the match reached halftime, Rebecca was a ruined mess.

_"O-ohmygod, it's so fucking t-thick..." _Another mental echo, thick with his daughter's lustful arousal.

Her panties were discarded, the young woman's drenched shorts ripped to showcase her toned bubble butt, her pale thighs sticky with her own arousal. Stefano's cock strained against his pants, the outline of his throbbing length visible even through the fabric.

Rebecca leaned into him, her body pliant, the young redhead vixen's mind foggy with lust.

"Daddy…" she murmured, her voice small, broken.

Stefano stroked her hair, his other hand squeezing her fat ass possessively.

"Shhh, darling," he soothed. "We’re just getting started."

The Osiris ring glowed, its power sealing her fate.

Rebecca nestled into his embrace, her sweet innocence restored—for now.

THE DESCENT

Patrizia’s Fiat reeked of stale tobacco and Rebecca’s slick arousal as Stefano took a "wrong turn" into San Siro’s service tunnels. His sister giggled drunkenly, the hot milf's head lolling against the window.

"Wait here, sister," Stefano commanded, layering the words with hypnotic weight.

Patrizia’s eyes glazed over, her gambling-addled mind submitting instantly. High corruption enhanced the incubus' hypnotic powers. By the time they left the car he saw her hands fondling those massive tits she always teased him with back in high school,

"Y-yeah, don't forget about me..."

No, how could Stefano ever forget about his klutz of a sister? He had great plans for the well endowed woman's cow tits.

"Let's get going, my little darling."

Rebecca’s breath hitched as Stefano led her down a flickering stairwell, her wrist trapped in his iron grip. The deeper they descended, the more the Osiris ring's fallen divinity reacted:

Level -2: Her uniform melted away like mist, leaving only thigh-high socks and her Torino scarf.

Level -3: Stefano’s human disguise unraveled, revealing blackened claws and glowing veins pulsing with corrupt hieroglyph runes.

Level -4: The Osiris ring’s power erupted, sealing the tunnel behind them with spectral Anubis priests, their cursed chanting sent a chill down Rebecca's spine.

"Finally..."

Osiris Champion's whisper shook millennia worth of dust and history.

The altar awaited.

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THE STADIUM'S WHISPER – THE RITUAL OF CORRUPTION

The Fall Into Darkness

The chamber pulsed with an unholy energy, the air thick with the scent of ancient stone, burning incense, and the sweet musk of Rebecca’s terror. The altar before them was carved from black marble, its surface etched with forgotten runes that glowed faintly in the hellish light. Shadows danced along the walls, twisting into lewd shapes—figures of writhing bodies, of mouths stretched in silent screams, of hands clutching at flesh in **** ecstasy.

Stefano’s grip on Rebecca’s wrist was unyielding, his fingers digging into her delicate skin as he guided her toward the altar. She stumbled, her knees weak, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The Osiris ring burned against his finger, its golden hieroglyphs pulsing in time with her racing heartbeat.

"D-Daddy…" she whimpered, her voice small, trembling.

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he turned her to face the altar, his hands settling on her shoulders, pressing down until she bent forward, her palms flat against the cold stone. The position **** her back to arch, her ass raised, her thighs spread just enough to expose the glistening pink folds of her virgin pussy.

Stefano’s cock—now fully transformed into its demonic aspect—throbbed against her bare skin, the barbed length weeping thick strands of precum.

"P-please…" Rebecca whispered, her fingers curling against the altar. "I’m n-not ready—"

CRACK.

His palm connected with the plush curve of her ass, the sound echoing through the chamber. A glowing red handprint bloomed across her skin, matching the **** crest that had begun to form on her lower abdomen—a swirling, infernal sigil that pulsed with every frantic beat of her heart.

"Silence," Stefano growled, his voice layered with the echoes of a thousand defiled maidens. "Tonight, you become my queen."

Rebecca shuddered, her slender body caught between fear and something darker—something that made her thighs slick with arousal, her nipples stiffen against the cold stone.

"O-ohmygod, w-what is happening to me? Why does it feel so f-fucking good, daddy?"

Corruption. The fallen divinity coursed through the young woman's veins with each whimpered moan drawn out of her petite frame.

The Osiris ring flared, its power threading through her mind like silk.

You were made for this.

You belong to me.

This is your purpose

Rebecca's resistance wavered.

Stefano didn’t wait for her to break completely.

The Breaking Point

The first press of his throbbing cock against her entrance drew a broken whimper from Rebecca’s luscious lips. The thick, barbed head stretched her, the ridges catching on her delicate folds, breaking them apart inch by agonizing, blissful inch.

"D-Daddy—!"

His daughter's nails scraped against the altar, her back arching as he pushed deeper, the intrusion unbearable, the pleasure-pain of it making her vision blur. Stefano’s hands gripped her hips, his claws digging into her flesh, holding her in place as he sheathed himself completely inside her.

_"Yesyesyes, dad is finally inside me... O-ohmygod, it's stretching me out!!" _Another spiritual echo, the redhead vixen had been dreaming about this for years... Though in much different settings.

Rebecca screamed. Her father's rough baritone growled in the pale vixen's ears,

"F-fuck, you are so tight, princess. You will take every fucking inch, like a good girl"

The young woman's virgin blood trickled down the altar’s grooves, mixing with the incubus' thick tainted precum, the pink droplets sizzling as they touched the ancient runes. The chamber shook, the ancient ritual ground trembling beneath them as the Osiris ring’s power erupted in a burst of hellish light.

Stefano didn’t stop.

He fucked her—hard, brutal, claiming—his hips slamming against Rebecca's fat ass with each wild thrust, the barbed ridges of his cock dragging against the young pale vixen's inner walls, rewiring his daughter's pleasure centers to crave only him.

"S-Stefano—!" Rebecca sobbed, her soft contralto breaking.

*PLAP*

"Say it," he snarled, his fingers tangling in her hair, yanking her head back. "Say. My. Name."

*PLAP*

"D-Daddy!" she cried, her body convulsing around him. "Daddy, please—!"

*PLAP*

He rewarded his lustful daughter with a deeper thrust, his cockhead pressing against the pale redhead's hungry cervix, the sensation was too much, too good, too wrong.

"O-OHMYGOD, Fu-*ah!-uuck! Y-yes, so fucking deep!!"

Rebecca came, hard, the young woman's shrill pleasured screams drowned out the flood pouring down her wet pussy drenching the corrupt altar in her sweet pussy-juice. His daughter's blissful ravings filled the ancient Vestal chamber.

"Deeper, I want you... I need you to pound me harder daddy!!"

The slender vixen's next orgasm ripped through her like a lightning strike, her tight pussy clenching around him, Rebecca's toned thighs shook under the incubus' relentless thrusts, her vision whiting out as pleasure obliterated her thoughts.

*PLAP*

*PLAP*

*PLAP*

Stefano followed moments later, the sinful father's release flooding his daughter's hungry womb in thick, pulsing waves, the incubus tainted seed scorching as it branded the redhead minx from the inside out. Rebecca's soft contralto was a whispered moan as she impaled herself on Stefano's fat cock, the young woman's tight pussy trying to milk her dad dr,

"S-so hot, f-fill me up daddy..."

The **** crest on his daughter's toned lower abdomen glowed, its infernal script burning brighter with each spurt of his cum.

The Aftermath – A Daughter Reborn

When it was over, Rebecca lay limp against the altar, her body trembling, her mind blank.

Stefano stroked her hair, his touch almost gentle now, his claws retracting as his demonic form receded.

"Shhh, my sweet darling," he murmured, his voice soft, loving. "You did so well."

Rebecca didn’t answer.

"Dad, more... F-fat cocks, stretching me out... I-I want to please, I need to be daddy's slut..." Another soul fragment, Rebecca's corruption deepened.

She couldn’t.

The young woman's thoughts were foggy, her memories fragmented.

But her body remembered.

The redhead vixen cunt ached, her thighs sticky with their mixed fluids. Rebecca's nipples throbbed, oversensitive from her father's rough ministrations. The young woman's womb burned, the incubus' tainted seed already working its way deeper, reshaping her, claiming her.

"You have been such a good girl..."

Stefano lifted her into his arms, cradling her against his chest as he carried her from the chamber.

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TRANSFORMATIONS – THE DAWN OF CORRUPTION

The Metamorphosis Begins

Above them, the stadium roared, the crowd chanting, cheering, unaware of the corruption that had just taken root beneath their feet.

Rebecca nestled into his embrace, her eyelids fluttering shut.

Sweet.

Innocent.

Oblivious

For now.

Then—

Crack.

Rebecca gasped as her hips widened, the bones shifting with an audible pop, her pelvis reshaping itself to better accommodate his girth. Her back arched off the mattress, her fingers clutching at the sheets as her spine lengthened, her height increasing from 1.69 meters to almost six feet in a matter of seconds.

"D-Daddy—?" she whimpered, her soft contralto trembling with confusion.

Stefano stepped forward, his hand settling on her stomach, his fingers splayed over the incubus crest that pulsed beneath her pale skin.

"Shhh, darling," he murmured, his voice layered with hypnotic command. "Just let it happen."

The young woman's womb contracted, the muscles tightening, reshaping—his daughter's cervix softened, her inner walls becoming more pliant, more receptive. The Osiris ring flared against the ascended Champion's finger, its power threading through the redhead vixen, rewriting her biology to suit his needs.

Rebecca moaned, her toned thighs pressing together as a fresh wave of arousal soaked the altar beneath her.

"I—I feel... strange," she whispered, her fingers drifting between her legs, her touch hesitant, curious.

Stefano smirked.

"Good."

The Expansion of Power

As Rebecca's body changed, so too did Stefano's influence.

Shadow clones manifested around him—each one a fraction of his strength, every demonic twin bearing his smirk, Osiris' hunger. They moved in unison, their hands roaming Rebecca's transformed body, their fingers tracing the new curves of her hips, the added length of her legs, the perfect swell of her breasts.

"W-what—?" Rebecca's breath hitched as phantom touches ghosted over her skin, her nipples pebbling under the attention.

"Just relax," Stefano purred, his pheromone glands swelling, the scent of his corruption thickening the air.

Rebecca's pupils dilated, her luscious red lips parting as the intoxicating aroma flooded her senses. The young woman resistance crumbled—her body arching into the touches, her cunt dripping, her mind fogging with need.

"I-It feels so good, daddy..."

The Osiris ring's power expanded, its mind control now stretching across a 500-meter radius. Somewhere above, a security guard dropped to their knees, their fingers sliding beneath their clothes, their thoughts rewritten by Stefano's will.

"Daddy," Rebecca moaned, her voice broken with desire. "I—I need—"

Stefano didn't make her beg.

He filled her.

The Osiris Ring’s Gift

As Stefano thrust into her, the ring screamed into Rebecca's soul—ancient Latin, forbidden chants, the voices of a thousand defiled virgins echoing through her mind.

"Ave Domina," the fallen divinity's whispers hissed. "Ave Imperatrix Lupanaria."

Rebecca sobbed, the young woman's nails raking down Stefano's back as her body betrayed her, her orgasm crashing over her with brutal intensity. The stadium trembled above them, the very foundations shaking with untamed lust, the night ritual's echoes still vibrating through the stone. His daughter's soft contralto whispered in the incubus' ears as the slender vixen's legs locked around her father's hips.

"Fill me up, daddy..."

Stefano roared as he came, his seed flooding her reshaped womb, his cock pulsing inside her as the ring's power sealed her fate.

Rebecca blacked out.

The Aftermath – A New World

By sunrise, the world had changed in subtle ways.

Patrizia had taken them back to Torino, Stefano had found his sister milking a drunk Milan fan with her fat tits, it took a lot of hypnotic suggestions to bring the gambling addict aunt out of her cockdrunk haze. His sister's whimpers helped entertain him throughout the journey,

"Uuuh, not so rough... Hey! No biting!!"

The ride home was uneventful, Stefano spent the night pinching his sister's pink nipples, playing with Patrizia's massive tits to keep her awake on the highway.

Rebecca woke with no memory of the ritual—but her body remembered. Her panties were soaked, her thighs sticky with dried arousal, her nipples still tender from phantom touches.

The young redhead vixen hummed softly as she stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over her transformed body—his daughter's new height, her wider hips, her perfectly reshaped womb. Stefano's seed dripped from her tight pussy, the thick strands swirling down the drain as she scrubbed her skin, his daughter's mind blissfully unaware of the monster she now craved.

In the living room, Stefano smiled at the morning news, a hot blonde reporter was busy interviewing a female fan who got gangbanged by half the stadium, apparently she was suing for several millions especially after the security footage became a major hit online:

"UNEXPLAINED ORGY AT SAN SIRO – PLAYERS CLAIM 'POSSESSION'.'"

The screen flickered with images of athletes wailing in pleasure, their bodies twisting in unnatural positions, a few censored clips showed several fan's dripping with several dozen gallons worth of cum, their mouths stretched around silent screams.

Rebecca's Torino scarf lay draped over the couch—the fabric now infused with the relic's fallen divinity, the Osiris ring's insignia woven into the fibers, binding her to him forever.

Stefano's hypnosis had evolved.

No longer just suggestions.

Now, he could rewrite memories.

And he had plans.

Rebecca, her sweet innocence restored, hummed softly under the water—blissfully unaware of the monster she now craved.