Late afternoon shopping spree with Rebecca and Miranda

THE SHOPPING TRIP – BREEDING AND BLINDNESS IN TORINO

The Golden Glow – A Virgin Womb Beckons

Torino’s city center pulsed with late afternoon energy, the golden light of sunset painting the cobblestones in honeyed hues. Stefano strolled between Miranda and Rebecca, his daughters in all but blood, their presence drawing glances from passersby. Miranda, the raven-haired beauty with her mother’s curves and her father’s defiant smirk, walked just a step too close, her hip brushing his thigh with every other stride. Rebecca, the fiery redhead with emerald eyes and a predator’s grace, flicked her tongue over her lips as she eyed a display of silk lingerie in a boutique window.

Stefano’s incubus senses burned.

Miranda’s womb glowed in his vision—a virgin’s golden aura, untouched yet aching for corruption. The scent of her arousal, subtle beneath her vanilla perfume, coiled in his nostrils like a ****. She’d watched him fuck her mother a dozen times, her dark eyes wide, her fingers slipping between her thighs when she thought no one could see.

And she never told Antonio.

The Osiris Ring pulsed at his finger, its violet-pink light hidden beneath a glamour, its whispers curling through his mind like smoke.

Take her.

Breed her.

Make her yours.

A high-end boutique loomed ahead, its windows filled with lace and satin, its doors beckoning.

Stefano smiled.

"Let’s find you both something special," he murmured, his voice layered with subliminal warmth.

Miranda shivered.

Rebecca grinned.

Neither noticed the way his pupils slit.

The Changing Room – A Virgin Claimed

The boutique’s changing stalls were spacious, lined with full-length mirrors and plush velvet benches. Miranda stepped into one, her fingers trembling as she unzipped her dress, the fabric pooling around her ankles to reveal slender legs and a lace thong already damp with anticipation.

Stefano followed, his bulk filling the stall, his presence suffocating.

Miranda’s breath hitched.

"S-Stefano—?"

His hand clamped over her mouth, his other sliding around her waist, yanking her against his chest. His cock, already half-hard, pressed against the swell of her ass, its heat searing through his slacks.

"You’ve been watching," he growled into her ear, his voice a demon’s purr. "Watching me fuck your mother. Touching yourself after."

Miranda whimpered, her body melting against him, her nipples pebbling under his touch.

"Y-yes…"

Stefano’s claws snicked free, slicing through her thong with surgical precision. The fabric fell away, baring her pussy—pink, glistening, virgin.

"Mine," he snarled.

His slacks dropped.

Nineteen inches of veined incubus flesh sprang free, its crown dripping thick strands of tainted precum onto the boutique’s carpet.

Miranda’s eyes widened.

"Oh fuck—"

Stefano lifted her effortlessly, pinning her against the mirror, her legs hooking around his waist, her cunt fluttering as the blunt head of his cock pressed against her entrance.

"This will hurt," he murmured, his voice not kind.

Then he sheathed himself in one brutal thrust.

Miranda screamed, her nails raking down his back, her virginity splitting around him, her tight walls stretching obscenely. Blood smeared his shaft, the scent coppery and sweet, her pain flooding his senses like ambrosia.

"S-Stefano—! Ah! F-fuck—!"

He pounded her, his hips pistoning, his cock knotting inside her with every thrust, her cervix yielding as he pressed deeper, deeper, his cum already churning in his balls.

"You’ll take every drop," he growled, his voice layered with hypnosis, the words searing into her mind. "And you’ll beg for more."

Miranda’s resistance crumbled.

Her back arched, her cunt clenching, her orgasm ripping through her as Stefano flooded her womb with his first corrupt creampie.

Thick, scalding ropes of incubus seed painted her insides, her belly rounding slightly under the sheer volume, her golden glow darkening to violet-pink as the Ring’s power claimed her.

Stefano grinned.

One down.

The Redhead’s Turn – A Daughter’s Devotion

Rebecca knocked, her voice a sultry murmur through the stall door.

"Dad? You okay in there?"

Stefano’s grin widened.

Miranda lay panting on the bench, her legs splayed, her pussy gaping, his cum dripping onto the velvet in thick strands.

"Come in, sweetheart," he purred.

The door creaked open.

Rebecca stepped inside, her emerald eyes flicking from Stefano’s still-hard cock to Miranda’s ruined cunt—then glazing as his hypnosis twisted her perception.

Miranda wasn’t there.

Just her father.

Just the scent—thick, musky, addictive—of his cum.

Rebecca’s nostrils flared.

"Dad…" she breathed, her voice hoarse.

Stefano cupped her chin, his thumb brushing her lower lip.

"Clean me up."

No compulsion.

No hypnosis.

Just instinct.

Rebecca dropped to her knees, her tongue lapping at his cockhead, her lips wrapping around his shaft as she sucked his tainted seed straight from Miranda’s leaking pussy.

"Mmm… fuck…" she moaned, her fingers digging into his thighs, her own cunt drenching her panties.

Stefano groaned, his cock swelling again, his cum churning as Rebecca’s worship reignited his lust.

Miranda watched, her dark eyes glazed, the slender vixen's fingers plunging into her own pussy, her mind broken by pleasure.

"D-dad… more…" Rebecca begged, his daughter's soft contralto slurred with addiction.

Stefano obliged.