Ladies and gentleman let's give a warm welcome to Nero, Stefano's brother in breeding!!

Osiris Champion's Summoning – Nero’s Dark Rebirth

The crypt walls pulsed like a living womb, slick with the sweat of dying gods and the musk of Mirabella’s submission.

*Plap!*

*Plap!!*

*PLAP!*

Stefano’s claws carved deep into the altar stone as he rutted into her from behind, each thrust sending shockwaves through Xibalba’s crumbling spiritual realm. Her massive ass jiggled under the brutal pace, the sound of flesh slapping flesh echoing through the chamber like a war drum.

“F-Fuck—!” Mirabella’s voice was raw, the exotic beauty's warrior’s bravado shattered into breathless whimpers. Her fingers scrambled against the hieroglyphs, her nails breaking as she tried—and failed—to resist the Osiris Ring’s corruption seeping into her veins.

Stefano chuckled darkly, his free hand fisting in her braids, yanking her head back until her spine arched. “You wanted to exorcise me, cariño?” He punctuated the taunt with a snap of his hips that made her toes curl. “Now you’re just my altar.”

Behind them, his Incubus Shadow Clone moved with eerie precision, its obsidian fingers tracing glowing sigils into the stone floor. Each glyph hissed like a branding iron, the ancient language of the Netjer-At—the fallen gods—flaring crimson before sinking into the rock.

Ankh

Wedjt

Ahriman

The crypt itself groaned, the weight of the ritual bending reality as the shadows multiplied...

The Rune of Dominion

"Ah... S-Stop!! What are you -FUCK!!- doing..."

*PLAP!!*

Mirabella's tight pussy kept milking him dry as the summoning circle grew more complete.

"O-Ohmygod!! Is that the... N-No, you can't do this!"

*PLAP!*

The amazonian beauty tried to undo her spiritual realm, but as she squirted again on the altar, her hazel eyes grew wide with both pleasure and despair. The exorcist's erotic contralto only drove Stefano's relentless thrusts even wilder.

"F-Fuck... Shitshitshit..."

*PLAP!!*

It was too late,

The incubus shadow clones' work was meticulous, a masterpiece of esoteric engineering:

First Circle: The Ankh of Asar—symbol of stolen divinity, anchoring the shadow dimension’s tether.

Second Circle: The Udjat Eye—unblinking, all-seeing, its pupil dilated to receive Nero’s essence.

Third Circle: The Serpent’s Coil—twelve loops of binding, each tighter than the last, ensuring the doppelgänger’s loyalty.

Mirabella felt the darkness before she saw it—the moment the final glyph locked into place. The air crackled, her spiritual realm convulsing as if speared through the gut.

“W-What are you—ah!—doing?!” she gasped, the charming beauty's voluptuous body betraying her again, those wide childbearing hips she loved to show off rocked back to meet Stefano’s deep thrusts.

Stefano leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Building a... Bridge.”

The clone slammed its palm into the central sigil—

The Summoning

—And the world split.

A vortex of black fire erupted from the rune, its maw yawning wide enough to swallow cities. The heat was unnatural, hungry, licking up the walls like a starved beast. And from its depths, a silhouette emerged—tall, broad-shouldered, his golden eyes gleaming with the same predatory amusement as Stefano’s.

“Nero,” Stefano purred, finally pulling out of Mirabella with a wet lurid pop, leaving her tight pussy gaping and empty.

The doppelgänger stepped forward, his bare feet leaving smoldering prints on the stone. He was perfect—Stefano’s mirror in every way, save for the jagged scar running from his left eyebrow to the incubus' jawline, a trophy from battles even the original hadn’t fought.

Not yet...

“Little brother,” Nero drawled, his deep baritone layered with the Abyss' cursed will. “You’ve been busy.”

Mirabella shivered. This wasn’t just a clone. This was something older. She had to report back to the Abyss Hunt...

"If this thing gets out of here we are done... not even [N###R##] had this aura." A mental echo... How great, Mirabella's mind had been impenetrable until now it seemed Nero's hypnotic powers were layering with his own.

Stefano smirked. “Meet your new master.”

The Baptism of Flesh

Nero’s gaze slid to Mirabella, and her breath hitched. His eyes weren’t just golden—they swirled, hypnotic spirals pulling the Brazilian beauty under without a single word.

“Mirabella Solis,” he murmured, crouching to tilt her chin up. “Abyss Hunter. Ixchel’s chosen.” His thumb brushed her lower lip. “How does it feel to kneel for the real thing?”

She tried to snarl. What came out was a moan.

Nero laughed, the sound rich and dark as he stood, the Doppelganger's monstrous cock already erect—thick as the Brazilian beauty's toned thigh and with veins pulsing with the same corrupt energy as the Osiris Ring's fallen divinity. “Stefano, my friend. You tease. Leaving her empty when she’s begging to be filled?”

Stefano shrugged, watching as Nero hauled Mirabella up by her flared hips, the south-American vixen's back pressed flush to his chest. “I figured you’d want the honor.”

Nero’s grin was feral. “Generous.”

He sheathed himself in one brutal thrust, Mirabella’s scream tearing through the crypt as her voluptuous body stretched to accommodate him.

“Dios mío—!”

Nero nipped her shoulder, his hips already moving, each snap of his pelvis punishing. “Wrong pantheon, guerrera.”

The Monster Awakens

Stefano watched, his own fat cock twitching, as Nero’s skin darkened—shifting from sun-kissed tan to the deep violet of his Incubus Monster Form.

Spines erupted along his forearms, the Doppelganger's muscles swelling until he towered at nearly four meters, the incubuus' bioarmor sealing over his vitals in an obsidian carapace.

"W-What the fuck is that?! O-Ohmygod, FUUCK!!!!"

Mirabella sobbed, the curvy exorcist's legs kicking uselessly as Nero’s 20-inch horsecock pistoned into her, the sheer girth making her toned belly bulge.

“S-Stefano—!” she begged, her hazel eyes wild with pleasure.

Stefano stepped closer, his claws trailing down the tanned vixen's quivering stomach. “You called?”

Nero chuckled, his voice now a guttural rumble. “She’s close, brother. Feel how she clenches.”

Stefano didn’t need anything else. His fingers dipped between the voluptuous beauty's legs, rubbing rough circles over her clit as Nero pounded into her.

“Come for us,” Stefano ordered, his deep baritone layered with hypnotic compulsion.

Mirabella shattered, her back arching as her orgasm ripped through her, her scream echoing off the walls like a prayer.

Nero growled, his own release flooding her, his seed boiling with the same corruption that had claimed Stefano.

The moment his cum hit her womb, the final sigil ignited—

The Osiris Champion’s Breeding Crypt

The chamber transformed.

The Egyptian Museum's underground floor morphed into something more, a temple of sin, the walls bled hieroglyphs, the ceiling dissolving into a swirling vortex of shadow and stars. The altar split, revealing a pool of black ichor— the Abyss dimension's oblivion essence.

And Mirabella?

She floated, suspended above the pool, the amazonian beauty's curvy body writhing as the corruption rewrote her.

“W-What’s—happening—?”

Stefano cupped her cheek, his thumb smearing the tears. “You’re becoming perfect, slut.”

Nero stretched, his monstrous form shrinking back to humanoid proportions. “So. What’s next?”

Stefano’s grin was sharp enough to draw blood. “The Abyss Hunters will have Mirabella in their fold again. One of their best exorcist compromised… Changed.”