Dusk falls, Stefano goes back home to Rebecca before the Breeding Hunt

The Final Claim: A Daughter's Choice

The Movie Night Corruption

The flickering glow of the television painted Rebecca’s flushed skin in shifting hues of blue and gold as she sat curled beside Stefano on the couch, her thighs pressed together—too tight, too nervous. The movie had started as some saccharine romance, the kind where the heroine swooned over chaste kisses and whispered promises.

But then Stefano had changed the disc.

"O-Ohmygod..."

Now, the screen displayed her—spread-eagled on the park bench, Stefano’s cock buried to the hilt in his daughter's fat ass as a crowd of men jerked themselves raw to the sight of her degradation. Rebecca’s breath hitched, the pale vixen's lithe fingers digging into the couch cushions as she watched her own pretty face contort in pleasure, heard her own soft contralto beg for more.

"D-Daddy," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Why are we—?"

The worst thing, what sent a dark thrill down her spine was how she couldn't remember any of this... Had they done even more without her knowing?

"Shh," Stefano murmured, his hand sliding up her toned thigh, his fingers toying with the hem of her panties. "Watch."

Rebecca’s pulse thundered in her ears as the video played on, each moan, each slap of skin against skin sending a fresh wave of heat between the redhead vixen's legs.

"Y-YES DADDY, FUCK ME HARDER!!!"

It was like suddenly everything snapped in place.

She remembered this—the stretch, the shame, the bliss— seeing it like this, detached and yet so intimate, made her pussy clench.

Stefano’s fingers dipped beneath her lace panties, the sinful father's touch feather-light against his daughter's damp folds. "You’re so fucking wet," he observed, his deep baritone dark with amusement. "Watching yourself get fucked like a whore turns you on, doesn’t it?"

Rebecca whimpered, her hips jerking involuntarily. "N-No, I—"

"Liar." His fingers pressed deeper, circling her clit with cruel precision. "Your body doesn’t lie, Rebecca. Look at you."

She did. Her nipples were hard peaks beneath her thin top, her thighs glistening with arousal. The crest on her abdomen pulsed, its glow brighter now, hungrier.

Stefano leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "You want it again, don’t you?"

Rebecca’s breath came in shallow gasps. "I—I shouldn’t—"

"But you do." His fingers thrust inside her, curling just so, and Rebecca’s back arched, a broken cry tearing from her luscious lips.

"Dad!"

Stefano chuckled, his teeth grazing her slender neck. "That’s right. Daddy."

The Breaking Point

The video ended, the screen fading to black, but Rebecca’s shame—the pale vixen's need—burned brighter than ever. Stefano stood, pulling her up with him, the incubus' grip unyielding.

"Bedroom. Now."

Rebecca hesitated, her mind screaming at her to stop, to run, but her body—God, the slender vixen's body ached for him, for his fat cock stretc...

F-Fuck!!

The crest on her lower abdomen flared, its heat spreading through the redhead vixen's veins like wildfire, but for the first time, she fought it.

"No," she whispered, her soft contralto shaking. "This is wrong. We’re wrong."

Stefano stilled, his hazel eyes narrowing. Then, slowly, the middle-aged man raised his hand, Osiris fallen divinity hummed in synch with his fingers snapping once.

The incubus crest’s glow dimmed.

"Huuu..."

Rebecca gasped, the fog in the redhead vixen's mind lifting, the weight of his control vanishing. She stumbled back, her hands flying to her head. "W-What did you—?"

"I released you," Stefano said simply, his deep baritone eerily calm. "No hypnosis. No more tricks." He stepped closer, the incubus' fat cock straining against his pants, his gaze locked on hers. "Now, tell me the truth. Do you want this, darling?"

Rebecca’s breath hitched. Without the crest’s influence, the room felt too bright, too real.

"W-What have we done... Ohmygod, t-this is insane."

The memories of what they’d done—what she’d begged for—flooded the young woman's mind, and her stomach twisted.

"Can I even live without his co... I-I mean, how do we actually go back to before? Do I even want that, fuck..."

But then Stefano’s hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing her lower lip. "Do you want this?"

There it was, she had done everything to keep her eyes off it, yet how could the redhead vixen resist when the hot veined meat slab was prodding, teasing her soaked pussy folds?

Rebecca’s resolve crumbled.

"Y-Yes," she sobbed, the word tearing from her throat. "God, yes."

The Final Claim

Stefano carried her to the bed, his mouth claiming hers in a searing kiss as he tore his daughter's lave panties away. Rebecca’s legs wrapped around his waist, the pale minx trembled as she kept grinding her wide hips against his, the young woman's cunt dripping for him.

"P-Please," she begged, her nails scraping down his back. "Daddy, please—"

Stefano’s fat cock pressed against his daughter's soaked pussy, the thick head teasing her folds, spreading the lustful minx wide. "Tell me where you want it," he growled, his deep baritone rough with restraint.

Rebecca’s breath came in ragged gasps. "Inside," she whimpered. "I want—I-I need you to breed me."

Stefano’s control shattered.

"F-FUCK!!"

He slammed into her in one brutal thrust, the sinful father's fat cock stretching his daughter's pussy wide, every thrust of his manly hips grinding deep against her cervix.

"Ohmygod, yess!!"

Rebecca screamed, her walls fluttering around him, the tender beauty's slender body was made for him. A perfect sheath for her dad's throbbing cock

"Mine," Stefano snarled, his pace relentless, the middle-aged man's rough hands pinning her wrists above her head. "Say it."

"Y-Yours!" Rebecca sobbed, her back arching as pleasure detonated through her core. "Daddy, I’m yours—!"

Stefano came with a roar, his creamy thick cum flooding her womb, his hips jerking as he pumped her full. Rebecca’s vision whited out, her slend body seizing as another orgasm ripped through her, the lustful vixen's pussy milking him for every drop.

When he finally stilled, his breath hot against her slender neck, Rebecca trembled beneath him, the pale beauty's mind blissfully empty.

Stefano pulled back, the middle-aged man's rough fingers tracing the incubus crest on his daughter's abdomen—now complete, its patterns etched into her pale skin like a brand. "No more hypnosis," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "No more lies."

He kissed her, slow and deep, before whispering against her luscious red lips:

"You’re mine now, Rebecca. And you chose this."