First though, let's set things straight with Patrizia, Nora's gambling addict mom

OSIRIS CHAMPION'S RECKONING – PATRIZIA'S CORRUPTION

The hallway outside Patrizia's apartment reeked of stale cigarette smoke and cheap perfume, the flickering fluorescent light casting sickly yellow shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Stefano stood before his sister's door, the Osiris ring on his finger pulsing with dark energy as he raised his fist and knocked—three sharp raps that echoed through the thin walls like gunshots.

From inside came the sound of frantic scrambling—a bottle toppling over, a muffled curse, the creak of bedsprings as Patrizia stumbled toward the door. When it finally swung open, the sight that greeted Stefano was both pathetic and arousing in equal measure. The incubus couldn't help but muse to himself,

"Hot damn, sis... You live like this?"

Patrizia stood there in nothing but an old, threadbare shirt—its fabric so worn it was nearly translucent—and a pair of slingshot panties that dug cruelly into the swollen folds of her pussy. The voluptuous milf's massive K-cup tits strained against the flimsy material, her hard pink nipples visibly pierced through the fabric. His sister's long, curly brunette hair was a tangled mess, her green eyes bloodshot from either lack of sleep or another all-night gambling binge.

"He is looking... You still got it Patrizia!" A mental echo, it seemed his sloppy sister had long weaponized her fat milkers.

"Ciao, Stefano... H-have you seen Nora?" she stammered, the curvy brunette's smoky contralto hoarse as she raked a hand through her greasy locks. "My cheeky daughter isn't picking up my calls... She's missing some very important cramming lessons with some friendly 'teachers'—"

Stefano's gold-flecked hazel eyes narrowed. He knew exactly what kind of "lessons" Patrizia meant—the kind that happened in the backrooms of Angela Liegi's Casino, where his gambling-addict sister had whored out Nora more times than he could count. The middle-aged man's niece, her pale face crossed his mind, pleading, self-righteous rage filled the incubus' heart,

"This ends tonight."

The scent of desperation and cheap liquor rolled off Patrizia in waves, mixing with the stench of unwashed sheets and stale takeout that wafted from her apartment.

Without a word, Stefano stepped forward, his towering frame filling the doorway.

"N-no wait, you can't just—" Patrizia's protest died in her throat as Stefano shoved past her, his boots crunching over discarded beer cans and crumpled betting slips. The apartment was a disaster—clothes strewn everywhere, used condoms stuck to the walls like grotesque trophies, a mountain of dirty dishes piled in the sink, buzzing with flies.

Patrizia grabbed his arm, her manicured nails digging into his bicep. "G-Get out! I didn't invite you in—"

Her words cut off with a gasp as Stefano turned, his incubus-enhanced strength allowing him to effortlessly rip her shirt clean off her sinful curvy body. The fabric tore like tissue paper, revealing Patrizia's obscenely voluptuous figure in full—the mature brunette's heavy, pendulous breasts swaying, her nipples pierced with silver rings, glinted in the dim light.

"S-Stefano—!"

"Silence, whore."

The command hit Patrizia like a physical blow. The gambling-addict slut's mouth snapped shut mid-scream, her curvy body locking up as Stefano's hypnotic power surged through his sister's mind. The corruption already festering in her soul—years of gambling, whoring, neglecting her daughter—made her as pliable as wet clay. Her green eyes widened in terror as the mature brunette realized she couldn't move, tongue-tied, couldn't do anything but stand there, naked and trembling, as her brother's claws traced over her sinuous curves.

"What a sinful body, no wonder Nora turned out so voluptuous..."

Stefano smirked, the incubus' claws closing around his sister's fat mommy milkers, kneading the soft flesh with cruel precision.

"O-Ohmygod, w-what the hell is happening? Why am I getting so wet!?" Another spiritual fragment, dripping with corruption and lust, his hypnotic leash growing with each lingering touch on his the brunette milf's sinful body.

Patrizia whimpered silently, the curvaceous slut's pierced nipples hardening instantly under her brother's rough ministrations.

"Look at you," Stefano purred, his voice dripping with disdain. "A pathetic, used-up whore who pimps out her own daughter to pay off gambling debts." He pinched one nipple hard, twisting the silver ring until Patrizia's eyes watered. "And now you think you can lie to me?"

Patrizia's buxom body betrayed her. Despite her fear, the mature woman's hungry pussy grew slick, her voluptuous thighs glistening with arousal as Stefano's claws scraped down her stomach, leaving faint red marks in their wake.

"You reek of desperation," Stefano growled, the incubus' knobbed fingers hooking into his sister's slingshot panties and tearing them away with a single vicious tug. The flimsy fabric snapped, revealing Patrizia's fat, dripping cunt, the lustful milf's inner thighs already sticky with her own juices.

"F-Fuck, just wait until I can move again... I'll rui... O-Oh. My. God."

Stefano didn't bother undressing. He simply unzipped his pants, freeing his already-hard cock, its thick length glistening with tainted pre-cum. Patrizia's green eyes dropped to the monstrous breeding tool instinctively, her breath hitching—whether in fear or hunger, even she didn't know.

"Shitshitshit... Nora spilled the beans, fuck. That dumb bitch... Stefano won't even hear me out... Damn, he is hung like a fucking horse." Another spiritual wave flared in the incubus' senses, Patrizia's soul trembled in both fear and lust a part of her knew this day was eventually coming...

The gambling addict milf's reckoning was long overdue.

"Tonight," Stefano whispered, his voice a dark promise as he gripped the back of her slender neck, pushing the dumb slut of a sister to her knees, level with the incubus' fat throbbing cock, "you're going to learn what happens when you cross me. When you touch my property."

And as Patrizia's luscious red lips parted involuntarily, her sinful curvy body moving against her will to obey his unspoken command, Stefano knew—

This was only the beginning of her punishment.