Great facefucking session, Patrizia's cocksucking pillow lips work the debt off

THE DEVIL PACT'S SEALING – OSIRIS CHAMPION'S CONQUEST

The moment Patrizia's fingers brushed the stacked five-hundred euro notes, Stefano moved with predatory grace, the middle-aged man couldn't help but muse to himself, back in high school his elder sister used to be a massive whore... Well, not like much has changed in between, it was indeed his turn to enjoy those fat mommy milkers,

"Time to teach her a lesson..."

His hand lashed out, tangling in her greasy brunette curls and yanking her forward until her tear-streaked face hovered inches from his fat throbbing cock. There was nothing better than slapping his dick on a dumb slut's cheeks.

"W-Wait, I thought we were do... HHMMPH!!"

The musky scent, loaded with the incubus' aphrodisiac pheromones—thick with Osiris fallen divinity's corruption—filled her nostrils, Patrizia's smoky contralto whimpered submissively as the curvy milf's gambling addict's brain instinctively categorized it as something more intoxicating than any ****.

"F-Fuck, w-why does it feel s-*ooh*-o good? D-Dammit!!" A mental echo, his elder sister's corruption was making everything much easier. Osiris champion's powers worked much more effectively on impure souls.

The best form of therapy was to replace one addiction with another right?

"Open."

The command vibrated through Patrizia's skull like a struck gong, the voluptuous milf's jaw unhinging beyond her control. Stefano didn't wait—he shoved his entire length down her throat in one brutal thrust, the bulbous head punching past her gag reflex and into her esophagus.

*GLOCK!*

*GLOCK*

*GLOCK!!*

Patrizia's green eyes bulged, the hungry slut's manicured nails scrabbling at his muscled thighs as her airway sealed shut. Spit bubbled around the base of his shaft, her throat convulsing in frantic spasms around the incubus' throbbing meat-slab.

"What a fucking whore... When we are done all you can ever think about will be your brother's fat cock."

Stefano watched with dark amusement as his sister's pretty face turned crimson, the mature woman's K-cup tits swaying wildly with each choked convulsion. He pulled back just before she blacked out, letting her gasp a single breath before slamming forward again—deeper this time, his pubic bone mashing against her nose.

"Gggkk—! Hkkk—!"

Patrizia's throat opened like a trained whore's, years of strip club experience warring with primal panic. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, mixing with snot and drool as Stefano established a punishing rhythm—thirteen inches of demonic flesh pistoning into the voluptuous milf's pretty face, each thrust leaving her retching, her stomach heaving around nothing but his musk.

"That's it," Stefano growled, his free hand groping Patrizia's heavy pendulous tit, pinching the mature woman's pierced nipple until she squealed around his fat cock. "Take your medicine, junkie-sis."

The Osiris ring on his finger pulsed with each degrading thrust, its dark energy coiling around Patrizia's soul. His sister's vision swam with black spots, but the hypnotic leash held—her curvy sinful body betraying the hungry brunette slut as her cunt gushed, soaking her thick thighs.

*GLOCK*

*GLOCK!!*

*GLOCK!*

She barely registered Stefano shifting angles until the virile incubus balls slapped against her chin, the middle-aged man's entire length buried down his cockdrunk sister's windpipe.

"Mmmph! Gllk—!"

Patrizia's green eyes rolled back as her brother came like a flood.

*SPURT!*

*SPURT!!*

*SPURT!*

The first hot jet of cum hit her stomach like molten lead, the corrupt incubus seed burning through his sister's wet throatpussy. The second shot bypassed her gag reflex entirely, flooding her lungs with thick cum—an obscene gurgle rising from her large chest as Stefano emptied himself in relentless waves.

"O-OHMYGOD, IT'S SO F-FUCKING MUCH!! SHITSHITSHIT!! I'M S-SORRY, FORGIVE ME NORA..." A soul fragment flared in the incubus senses, reeking with a ****, blissful mix of pleasure and pure agony... The first traces of genuine regret had finally appeared both for making his sweet niece endure so much just to fuel her perverted desires but most importantly the fat cock stretching out Patrizia's throat finally allowed the gambling addict's mind regain some clarity.

Regardless, he still needed to finish the job, as a good little brother should. The incubus' deep baritone thundered like a heavenly decree, further tightening his hypnotic leash on the corrupt milf's soul,

"You will be too busy gagging on my cock to ever relapse into your bad habits sis."

His sister's belly distended visibly, the mature brunette's skin stretching taut as gallons of tainted semen filled her like a fleshy wineskin. She only needed one final nudge, one last command to consolidate Osiris Champion's rule over the sinful woman's mind and body.

"You exist to worship my cock, nothing more."

When Stefano finally withdrew, Patrizia collapsed forward, her forehead hitting the sticky carpet as she vomited a stream of pearly cum between shuddering gasps.

"Huu..."

The wasted seed pooled around her face, but the damage was done—her abdomen remained swollen, the voluptuous woman's pale skin already glowing with the faint outline of Stefano's crest: a twisted Ouroboros circling her navel, its eyes burning with hellfire.

"M-more... please..." Patrizia slurred, her addict's brain rewired by the overdose of demonic pheromones. The brunette milf's fingers clawed at her distended belly, smearing the glowing sigil with her own spit.

Stefano smirked, wiping his fat cock on her tangled hair. "Oh sister," he purred, watching the mark pulse in time with her racing heart, "this was just the down payment."

The real corruption had only just begun.