Punishment is due for the gambling addict sister!!

The Debt Collector's Claim

Stefano's flat loomed before them, its wooden door gleaming under the dim hallway lights as he dragged Patrizia by her hair, the curvy brunette's whimpers muffled against the thick envelope of cash still clutched in her trembling fingers.

"Nnnghh!!"

The scent of her fear—sour and metallic—mixed deliciously with the heady musk of her arousal, creating an intoxicating perfume that made his cock twitch in anticipation.

"P-please, Stefano—" she gasped, her manicured nails scratching uselessly at his wrist as he shoved her against the door, his body pinning hers as he keyed in the entry code. "We can't—Nora's waiting—"

"Not anymore," Stefano growled, his free hand slipping between her thighs, fingers digging into the soaked fabric of her panties. "Feel that? You're dripping, Patri. Dripping at the thought of what I'm going to do to you."

The doors slid open with a hushed hiss, revealing the sprawling expanse of his domain—black marble floors reflecting the city lights, floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the skyline like a predator surveying its territory. Stefano didn't give her time to admire the view. He yanked her inside, the envelope scattering bills across the floor as he spun her around and slammed her against the nearest wall, her tits jiggling against the cold surface.

"Call her," he commanded, his deep baritone resonating with the Osiris Ring's fallen divinity, Stefano pressed his hardening cock against her fat ass. "Tell your daughter her cram school is canceled."

Patrizia whimpered, the voluptuous milf's sinful body arching against his as she fumbled for her phone. Stefano didn't wait. His teeth sank into the juncture of her neck, his incubus venom flooding her veins as his claws ripped through the back of her dress, exposing her plump, quivering ass to the cool air.

"H-hi baby," Patrizia panted into the phone, her voice breaking as Stefano's fingers plunged into her sopping cunt, curling against her g-spot with ruthless precision. "M-mommy's... oh god... mommy's friend is helping with the money. Y-you can... ah!... c-come home now—"

Stefano twisted his fingers, his thumb grinding against her clit as his other hand squeezed her throat, **** off her moans. "Tell her why you're stuttering, sis," he hissed in her ear, his aphrodisiac pheromones coaxing the truth from her traitorous body.

"B-because Uncle Stefano's f-fingers are inside me!" she blurted, her back arching as her fatt pussy clenched around his digits, squirting across his wrist. The phone clattered to the floor, Nora's confused "Mom?!" fading into the background as Stefano lifted her by the hips and impaled her on his throbbing cock in one brutal thrust.

"MINE," he roared, his balls slapping against her drenched folds as he pounded into her with reckless abandon, her shrill screams echoing through the small flat. Patrizia's nails scrabbled against the wall, the voluptuous whore's massive mommy milker bouncing with each piston-like drive of his hips, her mind unraveling under the dual **** of his venom and his cock.

"S-Stefano! Fuck! I-I'm gonna—"

"Cum," he ordered, his claws digging into her hips as his knot swelled, locking her in place as his tainted seed erupted inside her, filling her womb with scalding heat. Patrizia shrieked, her curvy sinful body convulsing as another orgasm ripped through her, the lustful slut's love-juices gushing down his shaft as she collapsed against the wall, whimpering his name like a prayer.

"C-Cock... cum, m-more cream.... Stefano, please..."

Stefano growled, the incubus' domination complete as he lifted her limp body and carried her to the bedroom, her sated moans music to his ears.

The game was far from over.

Nora would be home soon.

And this time...

He'd teach them both their place.