Rebecca transforms into her Succubus futa form and breeds Nora's fat ass again in front of her dad

The Succubus Awakening – A Daughter's Dark Dominion

The air in Stefano's Via Frejus apartment had thickened into something almost sentient—a living, breathing entity composed of sweat, sex, and sorcery that clung to every surface like a second skin. The dim amber glow from the Tiffany lamps cast long, wavering shadows across the leather furnishings and Persian rugs, illuminating the scene in flickering vignettes of depravity. The scent of corrupted arousal hung heavy, a musk so potent it made Nora's newly branded flesh tingle with every ragged breath she took.

Nora lay sprawled across the ruined bearskin rug, her voluptuous goth frame glistening with a sheen of perspiration that caught the low light like moonlight on fresh snow. Her massive G-cup breasts rose and fell with each shuddering breath, their wine-dark nipples standing painfully erect, the areolas puckered tight with arousal. The Ouroboros brand on her lower abdomen pulsed with an eerie pink luminescence, the serpent writhing beneath her alabaster skin as if alive, its corruption spreading through her veins like liquid fire.

Rebecca stood over her trembling cousin, her emerald eyes now fully alight with infernal gold flecks, her porcelain skin shimmering with an otherworldly sheen that made her appear carved from moonlight and sin. The transformation had begun the moment Stefano had given the command—her slender frame elongating with predatory grace, her muscles tightening beneath skin that now radiated unnatural warmth, her hips flaring wider as demonic energy reshaped her into something far more dangerous than the tomboyish soccer player she'd once been.

But the most drastic change was the thick, throbbing length of futa cock that now jutted from between her toned thighs, its veined girth already dripping strands of pre-cum that stretched and broke as she took a step forward. The demonic member pulsed with each heartbeat, its swollen head flushed a deep crimson that matched the fire in her eyes.

"Hehehe..."

Stefano lounged in his armchair like a king observing his court, the middle-aged man's hazel eyes locked onto his daughter's new form with predatory appreciation. The sinful father's own monstrous erection bobbed against his abdomen, slick with precum that glistened in the dim light, each thick vein standing in stark relief against his tanned skin.

"Someone is eager to play with our toys."

The black silk pajama bottoms he wore hung low on his hips, the outline of his heavy balls clearly visible through the fabric.

"Master..." Rebecca purred, her soft contralto now layered with a demonic resonance that vibrated through the room twisting the dim lamplights. The single word carried centuries of succubus cunning in its syllables. "Can I play with her?"

Stefano's lips curled into a feral grin that revealed the subtle elongation of his canines—the first visible sign of his incubus heritage rising to the surface. Osiris Champion's claws—now fully manifested—dug into the armrests as he leaned forward, the leather creaking in protest.

"Break her," he commanded, the words resonating with supernatural weight that made the crystal decanters on the sidebar shiver.