Creampies fuel his incubus powers

The Night Hunt

Stefano's fingers trembled as he buttoned his coat, Torino's cold air doing nothing to quell the inferno raging beneath his skin. The Osiris ring pulsed against his finger like a second heartbeat, its dark energy slithering through his veins like liquid sin. He glanced back at Cecilia's sleeping form—her porcelain skin glowing in the moonlight, the Italian beauty's wavy hair fanned across his pillow, her plump lips slightly parted as she dreamed.

Mine.

The thought came unbidden, laced with a possessiveness that should have terrified him...

"No... I'm just taking what is mine."

Instead, his fat cock throbbed, already half-hard at the memory of her tight little cunt fluttering around his monstrous girth trying to milk every last drop of the incubus tainted seed.

Stefano gritted his teeth and slipped out into the night.

The Transformation Begins

Torino alleyways swallowed him whole, the shadows clinging to his coat like eager lovers. His breath came in ragged pants, each exhale curling into the cold air like smoke. The ring burned now, its golden surface cracking to reveal the obsidian darkness beneath—the true form of Osiris's fallen divinity.

A pulse of energy wracked his body. Stefano gasped as his bones shifted, his muscles swelling beneath his clothes. His canines lengthened, sharpening into fangs that pressed against his lips. His vision rippled, the world suddenly awash in hues of crimson and violet—and then he saw them.

Pink glow.

"How familiar..."

Every woman on the street radiated it to some degree, auras of fertile potential that called to the incubus awakening within him. But one... one burned brighter than the rest.

A brunette in a tight cocktail dress stumbled out of a bar, her heels clicking against the cobblestones. Her aura was vibrant, pulsing with the ripe potential of ovulation. Stefano's mouth watered.

Breed her.

The command came from the ring, from the thing slithering through his soul. Stefano's hands flexed at his sides, his claws—since when did he have claws?—piercing through his gloves.

He followed.

The Hunt

The woman—Chiara, her name floated to him from the surface of her thoughts—was drunk, her mind a slurry of vodka and loneliness. She fumbled for her keys, her thoughts a jumble of "God I need a fuck" and "Paolo better not be home."

Stefano's lips curled into a smile.

He stepped from the shadows, his newly deepened voice a velvet purr. "Need help finding your way, bella?"

Chiara turned, her dark eyes widening as they raked over his transformed body. Her pulse spiked—fear, curiosity, arousal—the scents mixing deliciously in the air between them.

"You're..." Her voice trailed off as the young woman's gaze snagged on his mouth, on the fangs he made no effort to hide.

"What the hell is he... F-Fuck! I feel so hot..." A mental echo, dripping with lust and shock.

Stefano reached out, his clawed fingers brushing her cheek. The ring pulsed, its hypnotic energy slithering into her mind.

"You want me," he whispered, his deep baritone laced with hypnotic power.

Chiara's breath hitched. Her pupils dilated, her pink glow flaring as the suggestion took root.

"I... I w-want you," she echoed, her soft contralto dreamy.

Stefano's other hand slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him. The hard length of his cock pressed against her stomach, already leaking pre-cum that soaked through his slacks.

"Good girl," he murmured, his fangs grazing her earlobe. "Let's find somewhere... private."

The Claiming

The alley wall was cold against Chiara's back, but Stefano's body was fire. His claws shredded her dress with ease, the fabric falling away to reveal plump breasts and a neatly trimmed thatch of curls. His tongue dragged across his fangs as he inhaled her scent—musk, salt, and the heady perfume of fertility.

Breed her.

The command was a snarl in his blood.

Stefano didn't hesitate. His claws dug into her thighs as he hoisted her up, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. The head of his cock—thicker now, ridged—dragged through her slick folds.

Chiara moaned, her nails scraping down his back. "Fuck, yes—"

Stefano thrust.

Her scream echoed through the alley, her cunt stretching around the inhuman girth of him. The ring thrummed, its power surging as he bottomed out inside her, his hips flush against hers.

Mine.

The thought was a growl, a promise.

Stefano's claws tightened on her hips as he moved, each thrust deeper, harder, his transformed body claiming her with brutal efficiency. Chiara's screams turned to sobs, her nails drawing blood as she clung to him.

"Cum inside me," she begged, her voice slurred with pleasure and hypnosis. "Fill me up, please—"

Stefano's roar shook the alley as he gave the young slut what she craved, the incubus' fat cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her fertile womb.

"O-Ohgod!! YESS!!"

The pink glow around Chiara waned, the thick hot creampie bulging her toned belly, the ring's power ensuring his corrupt seed would take.

As he lowered her to the ground, her legs trembling too much to stand, Stefano felt the ring's satisfaction curl through him.

One down.

Countless to go.