Dawn breaks... Back home to Rebecca?

DAWN BAPTISM – THE SUN’S EMBRACE

The Rooftop – A Ritual Begins

The first sliver of dawn cut through Torino’s skyline, painting the rooftops in hues of molten gold and bruised violet. Stefano stood naked at the edge of an abandoned apartment building, his bare feet planted on the cold concrete, his body still humming from the night’s debauchery.

"Damn... What a night."

The Osiris ring pulsed against his finger, its dark energy writhing like a serpent caught between shadows and light.

"Enough," Stefano growled, his deep baritone raw with exhaustion.

The sun’s rays crept closer, their warmth a threat to his incubus essence—or so he had once believed. But the ring whispered otherwise.

"Amun-Ra’s baptism," it murmured in his mind, its voice a chorus of ancient tongues. "The dawn tempers. The dawn empowers."

Stefano’s slit pupils narrowed as he raised his arms, his muscles flexing, his cock already stirring with anticipation. The ring’s glow shifted from violet to a searing pink, its energy syncing with the rising sun.

"Show me," he commanded.

The ring obeyed.

The Transformation – Flesh and Divinity Merged

A surge of white-hot energy lanced through Stefano’s veins, his body convulsing as the sun’s light seared his skin. But this was no burn—this was purification.

His regeneration activated, a deep cut on his forearm from the week's breeding night hunt sealing in seconds, the flesh knitting together as if time itself had reversed. His muscles bulged, his bones densifying, his very skeleton reforging under the dawn’s hammer.

"F-Fuck—!" Stefano gritted his teeth, his cock swelling to its full 13-inch girth, the veins pulsing with unnatural vitality.

Then—

The incubus' tail emerged from the base of his spine, sleek and sinuous, its tip morphing into a needle-like syringe, glistening with a numbing agent.

"Yes," Stefano hissed, his senses expanding.

He could smell the fertile women in the apartments below, their wombs glowing like beacons within a 100-meter radius. His speed—tested in a blur of movement—peaked at 350 km/h, his strength now capable of crushing steel with 400 kg of ****.

But the true change was deeper.

The void inside him—the hunger that had gnawed at his soul—was shrinking.

The sun was fueling him.

"Finally..."

His body was one.

The Incubus Form – A Glimpse of True Power

Stefano grinned, his fangs lengthening, his eyes glowing like violet suns.

"Show me more," he demanded.

The ring flared, and his mortal flesh rippled, the middle-aged man's body surged to 2 meters, his muscles swelling into mountainous peaks, his bioarmor forming over his skin, its surface shimmering with dark purple runes.

His cock—now a bestial 19-inch monstrosity—throbbed, its veins pulsing with Zyna essence, the oil slicking its length, ready for breeding.

His tail lashed, spraying a cloud of Bimboleum, its oily scent thick, heavy, capable of reducing minds to mindless breeding bimbos.

Stefano laughed, the sound echoing across the rooftops, his voice a demonic roar.

"This… is power," he growled, his incubus form stabilizing under the dawn’s light.

Then—

A vision flashed before his eyes: ancient incubi nephilim, their bodies radiant under daylight, their tails weaving spells of domination, the sex demons' essence unbound by darkness.

"The sun does not weaken us," the ring whispered. "It completes us."

Stefano understood.

He released the incubus form, the middle-aged man's body shrinking back to mortal size, but the changes remained.

His slit pupils were permanent.

His pheromones now hallucinogenic, capable of projecting visions.

His tail retracted, but its power lingered.

"Damn... That's creepy as fuck."

And his cock—still thick, still hungry—was ready for more.

The Aftermath – A New Dawn

The sun rose fully, its light bathing Stefano in golden warmth.

He flexed his fingers, the ring’s glow subsiding, its power now woven into his very DNA.

"No more weakness," he murmured, his voice a promise.

Somewhere in the city, Cecilia moaned in her sleep, her cunt aching for his cock.

Back in their flat, Rebecca whimpered, the redhead vixen's thighs rubbing together, the pale vixen's's dreams filled with her father’s cock.

And Stefano?

He smiled.

The hunt was far from over.