Pyotr learns the ropes of his incubus form, his mom is the perfect guinea pig

THE NEW INCUBUS: A SON'S CORRUPTION

The first thing Pyotr noticed when he awoke was the taste—thick, salty-sweet, clinging to his tongue like sin itself. His mother’s juices. Stefano’s seed. The remnants of their violation still warm in his mouth.

The second thing he noticed was the hunger.

It clawed at his gut, a ravenous, gnawing thing, twisting his insides until his breath came in ragged gasps. His skin itched, his muscles twitched, his cock—harder than it had ever been—throbbed against his thigh, the veins standing out in dark relief against flesh that was no longer entirely human.

Violet.

His skin was violet.

Pyotr jerked upright, the young man's hands trembling as he held them up to the dim morning light filtering through the curtains. His fingers tapered into sharpened claws, his nails... no, claws black and curved like a beast’s.

"W-What—?"

A low, dark chuckle cut through the silence.

Stefano.

The middle-aged man's towering frame leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed, the incubus' eyes gleaming with malicious amusement.

"Welcome to the family, disciple," he purred, his deep baritone dripping with false warmth.

Pyotr snarled, his new fangs bared—

"Y-You!! What did you do to us!?"

—then froze as the young man's gaze landed on his mother.

Annika lay sprawled across the bed, her platinum hair tangled, the mature woman's lips swollen, her voluptuous thighs glistening with the evidence of what they’d done. Stefano's deep baritone cut through the young man's self-righteous rage.

"Oh, I did nothing, son. All the seeds were already there, planted deep in hers and yours subconscious... All I did was summon... bring your true selves back to the surface."

His mother's ice-blue eyes were glazed, her breath shallow, the Siberian beauty's fingers absently tracing the bite marks Stefano had left on her inner thighs.

"M-Mom?" Pyotr’s voice cracked.

Annika moaned, her wide childbearing hips twitching at the sound of his voice.

Stefano grinned.

THE FIRST FEEDING

"She remembers," Stefano murmured, stepping forward, his clawed fingers trailing down Pyotr’s bare chest. "Not everything—not clearly—but her body knows. You must make sure she craves it, Pyotr... feed your mother"

Pyotr shuddered, his cock jumping as Stefano’s touch left trails of fire in its wake.

"N-No—"

"You will do it, boy, or I will finish what we started." Stefano hissed, his grip tightening on Pyotr’s shoulder as he **** the younger incubus to look at his mother. "Look at her, son. Look at how wet she is. How ****."

Annika’s legs shifted, her voluptuous thighs parting further, the sinful mother's fingers dipping between them with a whimper.

"P-Pyotr—"

His name on her lips shattered him.

With a growl, Pyotr lunged, pinning his mother to the bed, the newly awakened incubus' claws digging into her wide hips as he desperately ground his throbbing cock against her soaked folds.

"Y-You want this, mom" he hissed, his low baritone deeper now, darker, laced with the same corrupt power Stefano wielded. "You have always dreamed of this... of us."

Annika sobbed, her manicured nails scraping down his back—

—then arched as he slammed into her, his cock stretching her, filling her in a way no man ever had.

"F-FUCK!" she screamed, the sinful mother's back bowing off the bed as her son claimed her.

Stefano watched, his own cock hard in his hand, his fingers stroking lazily as mother and son ruined each other.

THE CORRUPTION DEEPENS

Pyotr fucked her like a man possessed—because he was.

*Plap!!*

*Plap!*

*PLAP!*

The young man's new instincts roared, his incubus nature reveling in the forbidden pleasure of taking his own mother, of breeding her like a common whore. His hips snapped forward with brutal ****, his claws gripping her thighs hard enough to bruise as he pounded into her, his mother’s tight, dripping cunt milking him with every thrust.

"Y-You feel perfect," Pyotr growled, his fangs grazing her slender neck. "Made for me. Made to take my cock."

Annika whimpered, her walls fluttering around him, her body betraying her as pleasure erupted through her.

"P-Please—"

"Please what, matka?" Pyotr hissed, his pace relentless. "Please stop? Or please fuck you harder?"

Annika moaned, the voluptuous milf's wide childbearing hips lifting to meet her son's **** thrusts.

No word were needed.

Stefano laughed, his hand tightening around his fat cock as he watched the corruption spread, the dark energy of their sin fueling the Osiris ring's fallen divinity, boosting own power.

"Good boy," he murmured, his demonic gaze locking onto Pyotr’s. "Now claim her. Mark your mother’s pussy. Make sure she never forgets who really owns her."

Pyotr growled, the incubus' claws digging deeper as he chased his release, his mother’s screams of pleasure music to his ears.

THE BREEDING

When Pyotr came, it was with a snarl, his cock pulsing as he flooded his mother’s womb, his seed spilling into her with possessive fury.

Annika screamed, her own orgasm ripping through her as her son’s hot cum filled her, her body clenching around him as if trying to trap him inside.

Stefano stepped forward then, his cock pressing against Pyotr’s back, his voice a dark promise.

"Now share," he hissed.

Pyotr understood.

With a growl, he pulled out, his mother’s dripping cunt glistening with his release as he turned her onto her hands and knees, exposing her to Stefano.

"Again," Pyotr commanded, his voice laced with power.

Annika whimpered—

—then moaned as Stefano plunged into her from behind, his thick cock stretching her used pussy even further, his claws digging into her hips as he pounded into her with reckless abandon.

"F-Full—!" Annika sobbed, her body overwhelmed, her mind shattering as both demons used her like a cheap cumdump, filling her to the brim, ruined her.

Pyotr watched, his cock hardening again as Stefano fucked his mother, the young man's tainted seed dripping from her well-used hole with every brutal thrust.

"Mine," Pyotr growled, his hand wrapping around his cock, stroking in time with Stefano’s thrusts. "She’s mine."

Stefano laughed, his hips snapping forward, the virile incubus' fat cock twitching as he filled Annika again, his creamy hot cum mixing with Pyotr’s inside her.

"For now," he murmured, his demonic gaze locking onto Pyotr’s. "But remember, disciple—you owe me."

Then he vanished, leaving mother and son entwined—and hungry for more.