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Chapter 71 by Jojoo763 Jojoo763

What does the night hold in store for the voluptuous aunt?

Stefano leaves, he needs a disguise to deal with the Casino.

Kevin Ngobe's branch opens...

Themes: interracial, bbc, breeding, domination, corruption, mind control, gangs, mom, son, sister, big cock, ****, fast paced.


OSIRIS HARVEST – THE NIGHT BREEDING HUNT

"What a fucking mess... The cannibals in New Guinea were more civilized..."

The gunfire had barely faded when Stefano stepped over the twitching bodies in Piazza Crimea, his polished Oxfords avoiding the blood pooling between cobblestones with practiced ease. Osiris fallen divinity coursed through the middle-aged archeologist's veins, feasting on the departed souls' corruption.

"Damn, they didn't even call an ambulance."

The stench of cordite mixed with the coppery tang of fresh ****—a perfume he felt strangely familiar with. Was it the previous relic users' mental echoes? Who cared, the incubus' demonic heritage was grew more powerful with each womb he pumped full of tainted seed.

Every breeding blurred the middle-aged man's humanity, strolling amidst the carnage as if it was completely normal, his golden eyes shone in Torino's dimly lit night.

"Bingo..."

His target lay slumped against a graffiti-tagged bench, fingers still twitching around the Glock he'd never get to fire again.

"Kevin Ngobe," Stefano murmured, crouching beside the dying man. The half-Nigerian kid couldn't have been older than twenty-two—lean muscle built from street fights rather than gyms, cornrows matted with blood from the stray bullet that had punched through his lung.

"Unlucky bastard."

Kevin's eyes rolled wildly, his lips forming silent pleas as the young man's life leaked onto the pavement. Stefano pressed a palm to the boy's sweat-slicked forehead—and delved.

Memories flooded his mind in a torrent:

A drunk mother's slurred lullabies in Igbo...

"O-Onye mere nwa n'ebe akwa?"


"Fuck you n****o, row back to Africa!!"

The sting of racist taunts in Torino's schoolyards and his first broken nose, not Kevin's of course, the young mixed race boy got a month-long suspension for that...

*PLAP!*

*PLAP*

*PLAP!!*

"O-Ohmygod, you are stretching me out!!"

His girlfriend's soft contralto, Cecilia's tight virgin pussy yielding to his fat cock behind the dumpsters of her parents' restaurant... The young slender woman's shrill screams made Stefano's veined prick throb with unquenched lust,

"Oh... Spicy!"

*His mother's drunken confession last Christmas

"I-I missed you so much..."

how she'd sucked him off thinking he was his dead father returned—her massive ass bouncing in his lap as he came down her throat

"Oh?" Stefano's lips curled. "Now that's interesting."

The Osiris ring on his finger pulsed hungrily, its purple eye dilating as it drank Kevin's fading soul. The boy's final thoughts were ripe with corruption—resentment toward the gangs who'd caught him in their crossfire, shame over fucking his own mother, lust for his ebony sister Harmony's untouched ass.

Perfect fodder.

"Let's close your eyes young man... I'll take care of them for you."

Stefano's flesh rippled.

The incubus' bones cracked and reformed—shoulders broadening, skin darkening to a deep umber, cornrows sprouting from his scalp like weeds through pavement.

"Damn... This is pretty interesting, do I have the N-word pass now?"

When he stood, even Kevin's own mother wouldn't have spotted the difference.

"Time to collect my new inheritance," he chuckled, stepping over the cooling corpse as the ring finished its work—the body dissolving into black sludge that seeped into the cobblestones like ink.

As the young man's head merged into the cold darkness, Stefano couldn't help but shiver.

VENGEANCE

FAMILY

REGRET

The small time **** dealer's lingering soul fragments screamed against the incubus' awareness, Osiris fallen divinity reached an impasse in the soul devouring process.

"Damn, do I have to carry out some quest to appease him? That's so old-school, but I like the idea"

It seemed Stefano would have to deal with the young half-Nigerian man's 'unfinished business'...

"Well at least I get some pussy in exchange."

The incubus' towering frame merged into the night.

Back to da hood, Torino's crime-ridden Aurora neighbourhood

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