With his Incubus Shadow Clones, he is now free to breed

The Incubus’ Farewell: A Night of Decadence and Depravity

The golden light of dusk spilled over the Villa Moncalieri, its Tuscan arches and terracotta rooftops glowing like embers against the deepening violet sky. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and something darker—something hungry.

Stefano stood on the balcony overlooking the Po River, his fingers curled around a glass of Amarone della Valpolicella, the deep red liquid swirling like blood in the fading light. The Osiris Incubus Ring pulsed against his skin, its power humming in time with the distant murmur of laughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional moan drifting from inside the villa.

His farewell party was in full swing.

And every guest belonged to him.

The Guests of Honor: A Collection of the Corrupted

Inside, the villa’s grand hall was alive with movement—a symphony of sin.

Arianna, the museum’s director and once-proud MILF, lounged on a chaise lounge, her voluptuous curves draped in a silk dress that barely contained her swollen belly.

"Ohmygod! Are you sure wine won't harm the babies? I-I don't know, demonspawn physiology escapes me..."

It had been just a few days, yet the once haughty boss looked like she was already three months pregnant with Stefano’s tainted seed, her skin glowed with an unnatural radiance, her lips parted as she lazily stroked her stomach.

Her husband, Marco, a city councilor and former alpha male, knelt beside her, his eyes glazed, his mouth obediently kissing her fingertips. The once-powerful man was now little more than a thrall, his will shattered by Stefano’s incubus pheromones.

Nearby, Emma, the Filipina trainee turned personal assistant, flitted between guests with a tray of hors d'oeuvres—her petite frame barely concealing the subtle roundness of her own womb. Every so often, her free hand would drift between her thighs, her breath hitching as she remembered the way Stefano had ruined her for other men.

At the center of the room, Valentina, the once-dominatrix head curator, held court. Her leather-clad dominance had been replaced by something far more pathetic—she was now Stefano’s devoted cocksleeve, her lips swollen from hours of service, her hips swaying with the instinctual need to be bred again.

And then there was Antonio, Stefano’s best friend and head of security, standing by the fireplace with his wife, Marina, draped over his arm. The blonde MILF’s plump lips were curled in a sated smirk, her fingers tracing the incubus sigil hidden beneath her décolletage.

Antonio, ever the loyal thrall, raised his glass to Stefano as he entered.

"To the man who changed everything," he toasted, his voice thick with reverence.

The room erupted in cheers.

Stefano smirked.

If only they knew how much more would change.

The Party Begins: A Feast of Flesh

The evening unfolded in waves of decadence and debauchery.

A string quartet played in the corner, their music drowned out by the wet slap of skin on skin as Valentina dropped to her knees before Stefano, her mouth hungrily swallowing his cock in front of everyone.

Arianna watched, her fingers digging into Marco’s hair, forcing him to lick her swollen cunt as she moaned around the stem of her wineglass.

"HMMPH!!"

Emma, ever the eager servant, crawled between Stefano’s legs, her tongue lapping at his balls while Valentina deepthroated him.

*Glock!*

*Glock!!*

*Glock!*

"Such good girls," Stefano purred, his fingers tangling in their hair.

Marina, unable to resist, peeled off her dress, her milf body on full display as she straddled Antonio’s lap—not for him, but for Stefano’s viewing pleasure.

"You like watching her ride my husband, don’t you?" she teased, rolling her hips.

Stefano’s grin was feral.

"I like knowing he’ll never satisfy her like I can."

Antonio groaned, his cock twitching pathetically in his pants.

Even his own arousal belonged to Stefano now.

The Breeding Display: A Public Claiming

As the night deepened, so did the depravity.

Stefano dragged Arianna onto the grand dining table, flipping her onto her hands and knees, her pregnant belly swaying as he rammed into her from behind.

"You’re already carrying my child, and yet you’re still so hungry," he growled, his fingers bruising her hips.

Arianna sobbed, her nails scratching the polished wood. "Y-yes! More!"

Marco could only watch, his cock straining in his pants as his wife was publicly used.

Valentina, unable to resist, climbed onto the table beside them, spreading her legs, her slick cunt glistening under the chandelier light.

"Me next," she begged.

Stefano didn’t make her wait.

He switched between them, filling Arianna’s breeding-stretched pussy before pounding Valentina’s ass, his cock glistening with their mixed arousal.

Emma, Marina, and even Antonio’s wife joined in, their bodies pressed together, their moans merging into one symphony of submission.

The Final Toast: A New Era Begins

By midnight, the villa was a wreck of pleasure-drunk thralls.

Arianna lay sprawled on the couch, her legs spread, Stefano’s seed dripping from her well-used holes.

Valentina was curled at his feet, her face buried against his thigh, her dominance long forgotten.

Antonio, still fully clothed, had been reduced to holding Marina’s hair back as she sucked Stefano’s cock like a starved woman.

And Emma?

She was on her back, her tiny body trembling as Stefano pumped another load into exotic beauty's fertile womb, ensuring she, too, would swell with his corrupt spawn.

As the clock struck one, Stefano raised his glass one final time.

"To Torino," he murmured, his voice laced with dark promise.

"To the new world we’ll create."

The thralls echoed him, their voices united in devotion.

And as Stefano stepped into the night, leaving behind his shadow clone and doppelganger Nero to manage his budding empire, he knew one thing for certain:

This was only the beginning.