Rebecca's cumslut training starts

"Do you know why you’re here?" Stefano asked, his husky voice laced with hypnotic suggestion.

The redhead vixen shook her head, but Rebecca's slender body betrayed her, his daughter's wide hips shifting restlessly.

"W-What is happening... My head, it is sooo... h-hard to just... Fuck! I-I mean think." A mental echo, Rebecca's stream of consciousness was laid bare before him as Osiris' fallen divinity awakened the middle-aged archeologist's incubus heritage.

"So this is what the mind's eye is truly capable of, no wonder Hammurabi was depicted holding the pine cone..."

Stefano chuckled, stepping closer. He could sense it now, the antediluvian relic was gradually increasing his pineal gland's sensitivity...

"Libido, love, desire. Destrudo, hatred, hostility. I can only sense her surface emotions for now yet it is still so intoxicating..."

His fingers brushed her flushed cheek, trailing down to the redhead vixen's slender neck, his thumb pressing lightly against her pulse. Rebecca's soft contralto whimpered at her dad's feather light touch, her sensitivity upped a dozen folds by his corrupt incubus touch.

"Hnngh..."

The shimmering pink halo of lust was a smouldering fire around his daughter's petite frame, a powerful magnetic attraction binding the sinful dad-daughter duo together.

"You’re here because you want to be," he murmured. "Because you need this. Because deep down, you’ve always been daddy’s good little slut-princess.”

The words sent a shock of heat through her, the pale vixen's pussy clenching around nothing.

"N-No..." she whispered, but it was too weak. A token protest.

Stefano’s smirk deepened. He tapped the ring once, the ancient artifact's violet glow intensifying.

"Look at me, Rebecca."

Her gaze snapped to his, those shiny emerald eyes trapped beneath the strengthening hypnotic hold.

"You feel it, don’t you?" His free hand drifted lower, skimming the curve of her small, perky breasts. "The heat. The need. The way your body aches for my touch."

A choked whimper escaped his daughter throat. A malevolent grin spread on the sinful father's face.

"Tell me," he commanded, his deep baritone weaving through her pliant mind like a coiling dragon.

"I... I ache," she admitted, her soft contralto trembling with unquenched lust.

"Where?"

Her face burned, she couldn't say it, there was no fucking way, yet the ring’s corruption loosened Rebecca's tongue. His daughter's innocent shyness crumbling with each throb of Stefano's pulsing shaft,

"M-My... pussy," she whispers.

Stefano’s fingers dip lower, tracing the waistband of her leggings. The redhead vixen whimpered softly against his claws. A sharp drawn out yelp, Rebecca's soft contralto whimpered as her dad finally reached the much awaited prize.

"And here?" Stefano pressed lightly against Rebecca's clit through the fabric. How many times had he stroked himself to her? Now she was his, her beloved daddy's slut.

Rebecca jerked in his grasp, a moan tearing from the redhead vixen's throat. Stefano's corrupt touch lit a fire in her womb, amplifying the needy girl's libido by a few folds,

"Y-Yes!"

"Good girl," he praised, the middle-aged man's deep baritone dripping with dark approval. "Now kneel."

The command wasn’t harsh— smooth, inevitable, unavoidable.

Rebecca sunk to her knees without hesitation, her emerald eyes glazed with a pinkish hue, her luscious red lips parted.

"Huu..."

Greedy for more...

Hungry for her dad's fat throbbing cock.