Rebecca's slut training starts

Osiris Fallen Divinity’s First Whisper

Stefano’s fingers trembled as he traced the jagged hieroglyphs etched into the rusted green bronze of the ring. The artifact had been his secret for years—stolen from the museum’s restricted vault, hidden away in a velvet-lined box beneath his socks.

The Osiris Ring.

A relic older than history, older than humanity itself.

The legends spoke of its power—how it had once been worn by a high priest of the underworld, how it could bend wills, shatter inhibitions, and feed on the corruption it sowed. But millennia of disuse had left it starved. Weak.

Until now.

Rebecca’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. “Dad?”

The pale redhead vixen stood in the doorway of his study, backlit by the dim hallway light, the young woman's red hair cascading over her shoulders like a wildfire. Her emerald eyes flicked to the ring in his hand. “What’s that?”

Stefano’s pulse hammered.

Too late to hide it.

“Just… something from work,” he lied, his voice rough.

Rebecca stepped closer, her hips swaying with that **** tease she’d developed since coming home from college. “It’s beautiful.”

Too close.

The ring pulsed in his palm, a dull, hungry throb.

Stefano’s breath hitched.

The First Touch

Rebecca reached out, her lithe fingers brushing his. The moment her skin made contact with the ring, her pupils dilated, her breath catching in her throat.

“O-Oh—” Her voice was a whisper, a gasp.

A shock ran through her—

Electric

Invasive

Wrong

Stefano felt it too. The ring had woken up after millennia of starvation.

Feed me, it seemed to whisper.

Rebecca’s lips parted, her chest rising and falling faster. “D-Dad… it’s… warm.”

Stefano’s fingers curled around hers, trapping her hand against the ring. “Do you like it?”

The slender minx could’ve pulled away.

She should’ve.

"It's so fucking hot... W-Why am I feeling so horny?" A mental echo flared in Stefano's mind, dripping with lustful arousal, Rebecca's shining soul appeared in his mind's eye.

A war, his daughter's mind torn between fearful hesitation and curiosity bred by pleasure.

She stepped back.

BREED

_**CONQUER

DOMINATE**_

Osiris fallen divinity thundered in the small studio, Rebecca's emerald eyes grew hazy as a pink glow shone deep within the slender vixen's pupils.

"Y-Yes, I need this so bad... D-Dad, I'll do anything... Everything mom can't give you, just to please you." Another soul fragment, Stefano couldn't help but notice how his daughter's soul had become duller, a sweet honeyed scent, corruption replacing innocence under the ring's hypnotic leash.

Ultimately the pale redhead vixen didn’t pull away. The sinful father repeated the question, this time his deep baritone was charged with Osiris fallen divinity's prestige,

"You like it, don't you sweetheart?"

Rebecca's toned thighs pressed together, the young woman's pink nipples pebbling beneath her thin tank top.

“I… I don’t know.”

Liar.

The ring thrummed, drinking in her confusion, her arousal.

Stefano’s free hand rose, his thumb brushing her lower lip. “You’ve been so good to me, Rebecca. So kind.”

Her breath hitched. “I just… want you. I-I mean, I want you to be happy.”

“I know.” His voice dropped, rougher, darker. “What if I told you there’s a way you could make me very happy?”

The slender vixen's pulse fluttered beneath his touch.

The ring glowed.

The Brand’s Awakening

That night, Rebecca tossed in her bed, her skin burning.

She’d dreamt of him. Of his hands. His mouth. The way the ring had pulsed against her skin, like it was alive.

And then—

Pain.

She gasped, jerking upright, her fingers flying to her inner thigh.

A mark.

Black as ink, intricate as a spider’s web—a sigil she’d never seen before, yet one that felt familiar.

Osiris Champion's crest.

Her fingers traced it, and a bolt of blissful pleasure ripped through her petite body.

“Oh—f-fuck!”

She clapped a hand over her mouth, her body trembling.

What is this?

The mark throbbed, whispering in a voice that wasn’t hers.

Mine

Stefano’s Hypnotic Training Begins

The next morning, Rebecca found herself lingering outside Stefano’s study, her toned body humming with something she couldn’t name.

She knocked.

“Come in.”

The middle-aged man's voice was different. His deep baritone was laced with the ring's dark charisma. __

Deeper. __

Commanding.

She stepped inside, her emerald eyes locking onto the ring—now on his finger.

“You’re wearing it,” she breathed.

Stefano leaned back in his chair, his gaze heavy. “Do you like it?”

The redhead vixen's thighs clenched. “You look hot. I-I mean it looks good on you!”

He chuckled, at least she was being more honest.

The middle-aged archeologist crooked a finger. “Come here.”

She obeyed.

His hand cupped her chin, tilting her pale pretty face up. “Tell me what you feel.”

Her lips trembled. “I—I don’t—”

The ring pulsed.

Control

Rule

Bend

Her resistance crumbled.

“I feel… Y-You smell so nice.”

Stefano’s thumb brushed her lower lip. “Good girl.”