Rebecca comes back home completely smashed

Short story. Main themes are drunk, sleep, hypnosis and dad-daughter.

Enjoy!

The Drunken Confession

The apartment was quiet, save for the distant hum of Torino’s nightlife bleeding through the windows. Stefano sat on the edge of his bed, shirtless, the Osiris Incubus Ring glinting ominously in the dim lamplight. The relic pulsed against his finger, a slow, rhythmic throb that mirrored his own heartbeat—or perhaps it was the other way around. The amethyst embedded in its center flickered faintly, casting eerie violet reflections across the walls.

Then—the front door slammed open.

"Hehe, w-what a fucking downer..."

Rebecca stumbled inside, her laughter loud and unfiltered, the young woman's words slurred into a drunken melody. The scent of cheap liquor and sweet perfume clung to his daughter's toned body like a second skin. Stefano couldn't help but sigh in relief.

"Well, at least she is not puking this time..."

The redhead vixen kicked off her shoes, nearly tripping over her own feet as his daughter made her way down the hall, Stefano's eyes couldn't help but linger on the way her wide hips swayed hypnotically.

The middle-aged man barely had time to brace himself before his bedroom door swung wide open.

"Dad!" Rebecca announced, her sweet contraltto too loud for the hour, her emerald eyes glassy with intoxication. She leaned against the doorframe, her slender body swaying slightly, the pale vixen's cheeks flushed a deep pink. "I-I’m baaack."

Stefano arched a brow. "I can see that."

She giggled, pushing off the doorframe and staggering toward him. Her tight jeans hugged every curve of her sinful hips, the denim stretched taut over the obscene swell of his daughter's toned bubble butt.

"F-Fuck..."

Her crop top had ridden up, exposing a sliver of toned stomach, her perky breasts barely contained by the flimsy fabric.

"Had fun?" Stefano asked dryly.

Rebecca plopped down beside him, her thigh pressing against his. The heat of her skin was intoxicating. "Mmm, so much fun," she sighed, her words thick with ****. "Except—" She pouted suddenly, her lower lip jutting out in a way that made Stefano’s gut tighten. "Some asshole tried to fuck me."

Stefano’s jaw clenched.

"Tried?"

"Yeah," she groaned, rolling her eyes. "Bastard bought us all drinks, thought that meant he could just take me. But my friends—" She waved a hand dismissively. "—freaked out, called him a ****, dragged me out before anything actually happened."

Stefano exhaled slowly, relief and something darker warring inside him.

Rebecca huffed, crossing her arms under her chest, pushing her small but perky tits up. "I was so close, Dad. So close to finally getting laid."

Stefano smirked despite himself. "And now you’re here, drunk off your ass, complaining to your father about your dry spell?"

Rebecca shot him a look—half playful, half challenging. "What, you got a better offer?"

Stefano chuckled, shaking his head. "Careful, Rebecca. That almost sounded like an invitation."

She snorted, then flopped backward onto his bed, her red hair fanning out around her like wildfire. "Save that shit for when I’m asleep," she muttered, her voice already thick with exhaustion.

Stefano’s pulse spiked.

Rebecca shifted, rolling onto her side, her back to him—deliberately or not, she didn’t seem to care. The curve of her ass was right there, jiggling slightly as she settled, the damp air of the room making her jeans cling even tighter.

For a second, Stefano thought he saw something flicker in her emerald eyes—something hungry, something knowing—before she buried her face in his pillow.

"You planning on sleeping here?" he asked, his voice rougher than he intended.

Rebecca groaned. "Room’s spinning too much to go anywhere," she mumbled, her contralto voice laced with playful defiance.

Then—without warning—she reached under the blanket and wriggled.

Stefano’s breath caught as the fabric of her jeans slid down her legs, the sound of denim rustling against skin obscenely loud in the quiet room. She kicked them off, letting them fall to the floor with a soft thump.

Now, beneath the thin blanket, all he could see was the outline of her—the sinful dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, the unholy swell of her bare ass.

"G’night, Dad," she murmured, already half-asleep.

Stefano’s cock throbbed.

The Osiris Ring burned against his skin, its power coiling around his thoughts, whispering dark suggestions.

She’s right there.

"No way..."

Bare.

Corrupt

****.

Dominate

Drunk.

You could take her. The Osiris ring's corrupt whispers sank further into the sinful father's soul, the antediluvian relic's fallen divinity breaking down Stefano's inhibitions one by one.

"Shit..."

She wouldn’t even remember.

"I-I can't do this... This is insane."

His fingers twitched.

Then—Rebecca shifted again, herfat ass pressing back just enough to brush against his thigh.

"..."

Stefano’s control shattered.

The Hypnotic Corruption

The bedroom was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of Rebecca’s vanilla body wash and the musk of Stefano’s arousal.

Breed

Dominate

Corrupt

The Osiris Incubus Ring pulsed against his finger, its ancient power humming through his veins, whispering dark promises.

Stefano hesitated for only a moment before sliding beneath the blankets beside his daughter. The heat of her body was intoxicating, her bare skin radiating warmth against his. He tried to spoon her without letting his throbbing erection press against her—tried being the operative word.

The moment his hips settled against hers, his cock, thick and heavy with need, dragged against the plush curve of her ass. A thick bead of precum smeared across her pale skin, glistening in the dim light. Stefano gritted his teeth, his entire body tensing at the contact.

Rebecca stirred, shifting slightly in her sleep, her hips rolling back just enough to press her ass more firmly against him. Stefano’s breath hitched.

Fuck.

She was so warm, so soft. And—God—she was already wet. The scent of her arousal was unmistakable, mingling with the **** on her breath, making his head spin.

Stefano’s hands trembled as he settled them on her waist, his fingers brushing the dip of her hips. Rebecca let out a soft sigh, her body arching slightly into his touch.

She’s dreaming.

The thought sent a jolt of heat straight to his cock.

Steeling himself, Stefano let his hands drift lower, skimming over the swell of her ass, his fingertips tracing the crease where thigh met cheek. Rebecca moaned, a soft, breathy sound that went straight to his groin.

His cock twitched, pressing insistently against her.

Stefano swallowed hard.

"Damn..."

Just a little more.

His fingers dipped between her thighs, brushing against the slick heat of her pussy. Rebecca jolted, her breath catching—but she didn’t wake. Instead, her hips rocked back, grinding against his hand, her body begging for more.

Stefano’s control was hanging by a thread.

"Nnngh!!"

He couldn’t take it anymore.

With a low groan, he reached down and freed his cock from his boxers, the thick length springing free, already leaking precum. He positioned himself between her thighs, his shaft nestling against the slick folds of her pussy, the head brushing her clit.

Rebecca whimpered, her hips rolling instinctively, seeking friction.

"As long as it doesn’t slip inside," Stefano told himself, even as the sinful father's fat cock throbbed at the thought.

But Rebecca had other ideas.

"Hmmmm..."

Still half-asleep, drunk on lust and ****, she began to hump back against him, her thighs squeezing around his length, the wet heat of her tight pussy smearing the middle-aged man's throbbing shaft with his own daughter's arousal.

Plap

Plap!

Plap

The sound was obscene, the rhythm relentless as it filled the cramped bedroom.

"Nnngh!!"

Stefano’s rough hands tightened on her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he fucked his princess' toned thighs, the middle-aged man's veiny cock sliding through her slick folds with every thrust.

It wasn’t enough.

"Fuck!!"

He needed more.

One hand slid up her slender body, fingers hooking under the hem of her bra.

"O-Oooh!"

With a sharp tug, he pulled the fabric up, exposing her small, perky breasts, her rosy nipples already stiff with arousal. Stefano pinched one between his fingers, rolling it roughly, earning a breathy moan from Rebecca.

"Daddy…"

The word was barely a whisper, slurred with sleep, but it sent a bolt of pure lust through Stefano’s veins.

His other hand slid down, fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. He didn’t hesitate—just yanked them down, exposing her pussy fully to the cool air of the bedroom.

Rebecca gasped, her body tensing—but Stefano was already pressing forward, the head of his cock right there, nudging against her entrance.

"O-Oh fuck me, Daddy…"

Her voice was sweet, dreamy, her words slurred but ****. Stefano’s restraint shattered.

With a low growl, he pushed inside.

Rebecca’s back arched, her emerald eyes snapping open—

—only for a pink, hypnotic haze to cloud her pupils instantly.

"Nnngh!! W-What is happe—"

Stefano didn’t let her finish.

"Sshhh, sweetie," he murmured, his voice layered with the ring’s power. "Osiris Ankh."

Rebecca jolted, her body going slack, her eyes fluttering shut as the command took hold. A second later, she was snoring again, her hips still rocking lazily against his cock.

Stefano didn’t hold back.

Plap!

Plap

PLAP!

He fucked her hard, the sinful father's manly hips slamming into his own daughter's pussy, his fat throbbing cock stretching the redhead vixen's tight pink pussy with every thrust. The Osiris ring's corruption fueling the ravenous breeding sex.

Breed

Dominate

Corrupt

Rebecca’s slender body responded perfectly, his sweet princess' tight walls clenching around him, her moans sweet and oblivious.

He could feel it—the moment her womb opened for him, the moment her body accepted him.

Stefano groaned, his balls tightening.

"Gonna fill you up, babygirl," he growled, his thrusts growing erratic. "Gonna pump you full of Daddy’s cum."

Rebecca whimpered, her nails digging into the sheets.

Then—

Stefano exploded, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her, thick ropes of cum flooding the redhead vixen's hungry womb.

"O-Ohmygod!! Yes!"

Rebecca’s slender body shuddered, the pale vixen's tight pussy milking her father's throbbing prick for every last drop.

And Stefano?

"Hehehe, yes... this is the best. Your pussy is mine, sweetie."

He wasn’t done.

Not even close.

The Mark of Ownership

The first light of dawn crept through the curtains, painting the bedroom in soft gold and pink hues. Stefano lay awake, his fingers tracing lazy circles over Rebecca’s bare hip, his cock still buried deep inside her, twitching occasionally as her warm, wet walls clenched around him in her sleep.

The Osiris Incubus Ring pulsed against his finger, its power thrumming through his veins like liquid fire. The amethyst embedded in its center glowed faintly, casting eerie violet reflections across Rebecca’s sweat-slicked skin.

She was perfect like this—sprawled across his chest, her fiery red hair tangled around them both, her plush lips parted as she breathed softly. The blanket had slipped down to her waist, exposing the sinful curve of her back, the swell of her ass, the way her thighs were still spread open around his hips.

Stefano’s hand drifted lower, his fingertips brushing the soft skin of her lower abdomen.

And then—he felt it.

A ripple beneath her flesh.

The ring’s power surged, its ancient magic seeping into her, branding her.

Rebecca whimpered in her sleep, her body tensing as a faint, pinkish glow spread across her skin. Slowly, inexorably, the mark began to form—a delicate, intricate pattern of hieroglyphs and arcane symbols, swirling just above her pelvis, right where his cum was still leaking out of her.

The Mark of Osiris.

Stefano’s breath caught.

It was beautiful.

The symbols pulsed with a soft, otherworldly light, shifting and writhing like living ink beneath her skin. The more he stared, the more he could feel the connection between them—the ring’s power binding her to him, ensuring she would always crave him, always need him.

Rebecca stirred, her emerald eyes fluttering open.

For a moment, she just blinked up at him, her expression dazed, confused. Then—

"Daddy…?"

Her soft contralto was hoarse, sweet, laced with sleep and something hungrier.

Stefano smirked, his fingers trailing over the fresh mark, watching as her breath hitched, her pupils dilating.

"Morning, babygirl," he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction.

Rebecca’s brows furrowed, her hand drifting down to where his cock was still nestled inside her.

"W-What…?"

She flinched as her fingers brushed the sticky mess between her thighs—his cum, her arousal, the evidence of what he’d done to her.

Stefano didn’t give her time to panic.

"Osiris Ankh," he whispered.

Rebecca’s slender body jolted as the hypnotic trigger word sank into her consciousness, the pale vixen's emerald eyes glazing over slowly, the pink haze of hypnosis flooding her pupils as the fallen divinity's corruption spread.

"Huuu..."

Her confusion melted away, replaced by a slow, **** smile.

"Mmm… Daddy…"

She rolled her hips, grinding down on his cock, her pussy clenching around him like a vice. Stefano groaned, his hands gripping her waist, holding her still.

"Easy, sweetheart," he growled. "You’re sore."

Rebecca pouted, her lower lip jutting out in that way that made his blood boil.

"Don’t care," she whined, her soft contralto dripping with lustful need. "Want you."

Stefano’s fat cock throbbed.

Dominate

Breed

Corrupt

The ring’s power was working perfectly.

With a dark chuckle, he flipped her onto her back, spreading his own daughter's legs wide open, his gaze raking over her flushed, marked skin.

"You’re mine now, Rebecca," he murmured, his thumb brushing over the glowing hieroglyphs. "This mark means you belong to me."

Rebecca shivered, the young woman's back arching against his corrupt touch, her nipples pebbling under his gaze.

"Yours," she breathed, her voice trembling with want.

Stefano didn’t hesitate.

He slammed back inside her, his hips pistoning, his cock stretching her wide. Rebecca screamed, her nails raking down his back, her legs locking around his waist.

Plap

Plap

PLAP!

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with Rebecca’s sweet, broken moans. Stefano fucked her hard, his thrusts deep, punishing, ensuring every inch of her remembered exactly who owned her.

Rebecca’s body burned for him, her pussy fluttering around his cock, her mark glowing brighter with every thrust.

"Daddy! Daddy, please—!"

Stefano growled, his fingers digging into her hips, his pace turning brutal.

"Cum for me, babygirl," he commanded, his voice layered with power.

Rebecca obeyed.

"Nnnnngh!!!"

Her back arched, the redhead vixen's pussy clenching against the sinful father's throbbing penis, her entire body shaking as she came hard, his daughter's sweet love-juices gushing around his cock.

"Fuck!! Get pregnant!!"

Stefano followed right after, his hips stuttering as he pumped her full, his cum flooding her womb, sealing her fate.

When he finally pulled out, Rebecca whimpered, her fingers clutching at him, her mark pulsing with need.

Stefano smirked.

"Don’t worry, sweetheart," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "This is just the beginning."