Back to Rebecca's side, using her slender body as a dumbbell

DAWN'S EMBRACE – THE DAUGHTER'S CORRUPTION

The Threshold – Osiris Champion’s Homecoming

Torino’s dawn bled through threadbare curtains as Stefano shouldered through the apartment door, his incubus form still simmering beneath human skin. Violet embers glowed between scales retreated into flesh. Claws retracted with wet clicks. The seventeen-inch monstrosity between his thighs swung heavy with spent seed—Adaza’s ebony milf cunt and Harmony’s tight asshole still clinging to every vein.

"Dad?"

Rebecca’s voice cut through the reek of sex and sulfur.

"H-He looks different... What the hell has he been doing out until dawn?"

His slender redhead daughter perched on the couch’s edge, gym shorts riding up thighs that hadn’t lost their jiggly softness. Tank top stretched over budding tits. Emerald eyes wide—not with fear, but that fucking curiosity he’d been stoking for weeks.

Stefano grinned, fangs pressing into his lower lip. "Morning workout, baby girl." His voice rolled like distant thunder, thick with the growl of a dozen ruined pussies. "Let’s fucking move."

She bit her plush lower lip—hesitation or anticipation?—before nodding. "Okay… l-like usual?"

The lie came easy. "Yeah just standard stuff..."

The Pull-Up Bar – Strength and Submission

Steel groaned under Stefano’s grip as he mounted the doorway bar. Sunlight caught the Osiris tattoo sprawling across his chest—a living map of conquests, pulsing violet with each heartbeat.

"You’re my weight." He beckoned, claws glinting. "Climb on."

Rebecca’s breath hitched. The petite vixen's pink tongue darted to wet lips already parted from his pheromones.

"N-No way..."

For a heartbeat, sanity flickered behind those emerald eyes—This is so fucking wrong—before crumbling beneath the tide of hypnotic compulsion, the incubus' towering frame left the young woman dripping with unquenched lust.

"Stop dilly-dallying, a very busy day awaits us both young lady."

Small hands gripped his shoulders. Toned legs wrapped around his waist. The second her pussy brushed against his abs, dampness seeped through thin fabric.

"Fuck…" Stefano inhaled sharply—strawberries and salt. "Hold tight, princess."

First rep.

His biceps swelled, veins snaking like tributaries of power. Rebecca gasped as they lifted, her body weightless in his demonic strength.

Fifth rep.

Her nails dug into his trapezius. "Y-You’re so… strong, dad."

Tenth rep.

Stefano’s hands slid lower—one palming the swell of his daughter's fat ass, the other gripping the nape of her slender neck. Claws pricked delicate skin.

"Better hold on, you little slut."

The slender vixen's erotic contralto shattered the morning stillness. "O-Oh god—!"

The Descent – Corruption in Motion

By the fifteenth rep, Rebecca’s shorts were translucent with arousal. Each upward thrust ground her clit against Stefano’s abdomen. Each downward stroke dragged her plush ass across the bulge of his cock—seventeen inches of incubus fury straining against sweatpants.

"Dad… it’s too much…"

Liar.

His free hand circled her throat, not squeezing—claiming. Hypnotic pheromones saturated the air between them, thick as the precum staining his waistband.

"Feel me, baby." Violet flames flickered in his pupils. "Feel what you do to me."

Twenty-fifth rep.

Her back arched violently. "I’m gonna—!"

"Not yet." Stefano’s growl brooked no argument. Scales rippled across his forearm as his grip tightened. "Count for me."

"T-Twenty… six…"

The redhead vixen's soft contralto broke on twenty-seven as his partial incubus form emerged—scales gleaming along his biceps, claws elongating to trace the soaked fabric between her thighs.

"Fuck!" Rebecca thrashed, but his hold was iron. "Dad, please—!"

"Begging already?" A single talon sliced through cotton, exposing pink folds glistening under dawn’s glare. "Such a greedy cunt."

The Breaking Point – Wreckage and Worship

Thirty-sixth rep.

Stefano’s clawed thumb found her clit and pressed.

Rebecca screamed.

"O-OHMYGOD! YESS!!"

Orgasm ripped through her like a live wire—back bowing, toes curling, cunt gushing over his invading fingers. The pull-up bar groaned under their combined weight as she convulsed, words dissolving into mindless babble.

"Dad… f-fuck… shit… yours…"

Stefano drank the sight like fine wine—his daughter’s ruined shorts, the tremors wracking her body, the way her pussy clung to his claws even as she came.

"Good girl." He lowered them both slowly, letting his slender minx feel every inch of her dad's fat cock throbbing against her bubble butt. "Now you understand."

Her nod was sluggish, pupils blown wide with corrupt lust.

"Shower." Stefano nipped her earlobe, fangs drawing a bead of blood. "We’re late."