Nora, Rebecca's pale goth cousin comes knocking!!

The Goth Cousin’s Corruption

The knock at the door shattered the moment like glass.

Rebecca gasped, bolting upright on the couch, her emerald eyes wide with confusion and something darker—something wet. The redhead vixen thighs clenched instinctively, her cotton panties damp with the evidence of her father’s hypnotic suggestion. Stefano barely suppressed a growl of frustration.

So close.

The knock came again—harder this time.

Stefano exhaled sharply, adjusting himself through his slacks before striding to the door. He wrenched it open, ready to snap at whichever neighbor had chosen this moment to intrude—

And froze.

Nora.

His niece stood in the hallway, a vision of gothic decadence wrapped in a too-tight black dress that barely contained her obscene curves. At twenty-two, she was every inch her mother’s daughter—Patrizia’s genes had blessed her with J-cup breasts that strained against the lace of her corset top, a waist so narrow it looked photoshopped, and hips that flared into a fat, jiggling ass that had broken more than one chair. Her pale skin contrasted sharply with her raven-black hair, her lips painted a sinful shade of crimson.

And her eyes—

Dark. Knowing.

Hungry.

It had been a few days since he pumped her full of cum, and the voluptuous goth slut was finally back for seconds.

"Uncle Stefano," she purred, leaning against the doorframe in a way that made her fat tits practically spill out of her top. "Did I interrupt something?"

Behind him, Rebecca made a small, flustered noise.

"What a fucking slut... Just because she has those balloons, I hope dad doesn't get any... Fuck, who am I kidding..." A mental echo, rife with jealousy and possessive desire. Damn, Nora might have awakened his daughter's yandere streak.

Stefano’s fingers flexed. The Osiris Ring pulsed against his skin, its power surging in response to Nora’s presence.

Oh, this one’s already halfway there.

"Your mother gambling again?" he asked, his voice deliberately neutral.

Nora rolled her eyes. "Poker night, she has been out since yesterday. She said I should eat here." She glanced past him, her smirk widening as she took in Rebecca’s flushed face, her mussed hair. "Unless you two were… busy."

Rebecca squeaked.

Stefano stepped aside, his mind racing. "Come in."

Nora sauntered past him, the goth girl's huge ass swaying hypnotically with every step. The scent of her perfume—something dark, musky, expensive—filled the air.

Rebecca scrambled off the couch, her face burning. "I-I’ll set the table."

Nora laughed, low and throaty. "Aw, did I ruin your special time with Daddy?"

Rebecca’s breath hitched.

Stefano’s cock throbbed.

The ring burned.

Dinner & Domination

The meal passed in a haze of tension.

Nora dominated the conversation, her every word dripping with innuendo. She talked about her job at the nightclub ("The bouncers let me skip the line—men are so easy"), her ex-boyfriend ("Couldn’t handle me. Too vanilla"), and—most damningly—her preferences.

"I like older men," she mused, swirling her wine. "Men who know what they’re doing. Men who… take control."

Her gaze locked onto Stefano’s.

The ring thrummed.

Rebecca fidgeted, her toned thighs pressed together under the table.

Stefano set down his fork. "Nora."

She blinked, her smirk faltering for the first time. "Hmm?"

"Look at me."

His voice dropped, layered with something otherworldly. The ring’s power slithered into his words, wrapping around Nora’s mind like a noose.

Her pupils dilated.

"Good," Stefano murmured. "Now, stand up."

Nora rose without hesitation, her voluptuous body swaying slightly.

Rebecca’s breath quickened.

"Turn around."

Nora obeyed, presenting her massive ass to him, the curve of it barely contained by her dress.

Stefano stood, circling her like a predator. "You like older men?"

Nora whimpered. "Y-yes."

"You like being controlled?"

"Yes."

Stefano leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "Then kneel."

Nora dropped like a marionette with its strings cut, her knees hitting the hardwood with a thud.

Rebecca gasped.

"W-What the hell is this? Did they already... Damn it!!" A soul fragment, it seemed his daughter could sense this wasn't the first time they did this.

Stefano cupped Nora’s chin, forcing her to look up at him. "You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you?"

Nora’s lips parted, her breath coming in shallow pants. "Y-yes, Uncle."

The word sent a jolt of heat straight to Stefano’s cock.

Rebecca watched, the pale vixen's fingers digging into her thighs.

Stefano smirked.

Two birds, one stone.

The Corruption Begins

What followed was a masterclass in degradation.

Nora, ever the brat, was made to submit. Stefano’s voice wrapped around her will, crushing it underfoot.

"Lick my shoes."

She did, her tongue dragging over the leather with obscene reverence.

"Beg to taste me."

"Please," she whined, the goth slu's mascara running. "P-Please let me suck your cock, Uncle Stefano."

Rebecca’s nails drew blood from her palms.

Stefano unzipped his slacks, the virile incubus' thickening cock springing free. Nora moaned at the sight of it, her luscious lips already parting—

But Stefano denied her.

"Not yet," he murmured, gripping her hair. "First, you’ll show Rebecca how it’s done."

Nora’s eyes flicked to her cousin, her smirk returning. "Ohhh, little Rebecca wants to watch?"

Rebecca flinched.

Stefano yanked Nora’s head back. "Behave."

Nora shuddered, her defiance melting into **** obedience.

And then—

Stefano used her.

Her mouth.

Her tits.

Her fat ass—because of course Nora was an anal slut.

Rebecca watched, her panties soaked, her mind unraveling.

And when it was over, when Nora lay twitching and branded with the incubus sigil on her inner thigh, Stefano turned to his daughter.

"Your turn."