Now avenged, Kevin's soul is finally at peace...

THE OSIRIS RECKONING – KEVIN'S FINAL RELEASE

The air in the Bassi household thrummed with spent lust and broken pride. Elisabetta lay sprawled across the marble floor, her once-pristine designer clothes in tatters, her plump body glistening with sweat and thick ropes of Stefano's seed dribbling from her ruined asshole. Giovanni knelt beside her, his face a mask of shattered masculinity, his cock reduced to a pathetic nub after witnessing his wife's obscene pleasure.

Cecilia giggled, her small fingers trailing through the overflow of cum pooling between her mother's jiggling thighs. "Mama loved it," she murmured, her grey eyes alight with malicious glee. "Didn't you?"

Elisabetta whimpered, her hazel eyes glazed—not with shame, but with perverse satisfaction. The incubus crest burned on her fat asscheek, pulsing with dark energy, binding her to Stefano's will.

But Stefano wasn't focused on her anymore.

His bronze ring—the Osiris relic—glowed faintly on his left hand.

Kevin Ngobe's soul had fought him, clung to existence even after ****, fueled by unfinished business—vengeance against the Bassi family, the need to claim Cecilia, the resentment of a life cut short.

But now?

After breeding Elisabetta, after breaking Giovanni, after corrupting Cecilia beyond redemption—

Kevin's soul had nothing left to cling to.

Stefano closed his eyes, feeling the last fragments of the young man's essence dissolving into the ring's fallen divinity.

"Thank you man, I know you want an N-word pass but you ain't getting it... See ya on the other side, bro!"

A low baritone, static like sound broke the Nigerian youth's farewell.

Memories flashed—

"Hello, I'll be your personal trainer for today's... Workout."

Kevin's first time seeing Cecilia at the gym, her tight leggings clinging to her wide hips.

The way her old boyfriend Valerio had sneered at him, calling him a "dirty half-breed."

The alley—the gun—the blood—

And then—

Peace.

Stefano exhaled, his borrowed form shimmering for a moment before solidifying—perfect now, flawless in its mimicry.

No more resistance, no more echoes of Kevin's will.

He was Kevin Ngobe now.

"Adieu my friend... I'll take care of your women."

And the real Kevin was gone.

"Cecilia," he purred, the incubus' deep baritone dripping with dark amusement as he stroked her brunette hair.

She nuzzled into his touch, the slender Italian beauty's submission absolute.

"Yes, master?"

Stefano grinned, his big black cock stirring against her pale cheek.

"Let's go home."

EPILOGUE – A NEW BEGINNING

The Aurora apartment was silent when they returned.

Adaeza and Harmony lay entwined on the couch, the ebony ladies glistening with sweat, their cunts dripping from hours of fingering each other while waiting for Stefano's return.

"Master... Y-You are back."

Both looked up as he entered, their hazel eyes widening at the sight of Cecilia—docile, marked, his.

Adaeza moaned, the mature woman's pillowy lips parting. "You finished it... Is he gone now?" she breathed, her voluptuous frame shivering with lust.

Stefano nodded, his hand squeezing Cecilia's ass possessively.

"Yes, he is at peace now."

Harmony whimpered, her athletic thighs rubbing together as she made the sign of the cross on her chest. "W-what now?"

Stefano's grin was predatory.

"Now?"

He yanked Cecilia onto his cock, hilted himself in her tight pussy in one brutal thrust, making her scream—

"We celebrate."

And as his family—his harem—moaned around him, Stefano knew—

This was just the beginning.