Rebecca goes back home, the young succubus receives new duties

The Father’s Lesson – A Daughter’s Corruption

The Bianchi family home smelled of aged leather, expensive cologne, and the faintest hint of cigar smoke—a masculine sanctuary where Stefano ruled with quiet authority. Rebecca’s footsteps echoed through the dimly lit hallway, her heart pounding in her chest, her fingers tracing the faint outline of the Ouroboros crest on her lower abdomen. The mark pulsed under her touch, a slow, rhythmic throb that matched the heat pooling between her thighs.

"O-Ohmygod... What am I even gonna tell him?"

She found her father in his study, his broad frame silhouetted against the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Turin’s skyline. A crystal glass of whiskey dangled from the middle-aged man's fingers, the amber liquid catching the moonlight as he turned to face her.

"Rebecca," Stefano murmured, his voice a deep, velvety rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "You’re late."

Rebecca swallowed hard, her emerald eyes flickering with uncertainty.

"I—I need to talk to you," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Stefano’s lips curved into a knowing smirk.

"About the changes?"

Rebecca’s breath hitched.

"Y-yes."

Stefano set his glass down and crossed the room in three long strides, his presence looming over her, his cologne overwhelming her senses. His fingers tipped her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Show me," he commanded.

Rebecca’s pulse spiked.

"D-dad—"

"Now, Rebecca."

The mark burned, and Rebecca’s body responded. Her hips twitched, her clit swelling, her skin flushing as the transformation began.

Stefano’s eyes darkened as her cock surged forth, thick and heavy, its flushed tip dripping precum onto the Persian rug beneath them.

"Good girl," he purred, his fingers trailing down her chest, teasing her nipples through her thin t-shirt. "Now tell me—what do you feel?"

Rebecca whimpered, her hips jerking forward, her cock twitching at his touch.

"I—I don’t know," she gasped. "It’s like—like I need—"

Stefano chuckled, his hand wrapping around her shaft, his grip firm, possessive.

"You need to breed," he finished for her, his voice rough with lust. "Just like your father."

Rebecca’s eyes widened.

"W-what?"

Stefano leaned in, his lips brushing her ear.

"Your new duty, piccola, is to expand my harem," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "Your teammates. Your coach. Every pretty little thing at that school of yours."

Rebecca’s stomach twisted with jealousy.

"B-but—what about me?" she whispered, her voice breaking.

Stefano’s smirk widened.

"Oh, Rebecca," he growled, his fingers digging into her hips. "You’ll always be my favorite."

And then he pushed her onto the desk.

The Taking

Rebecca’s back arched as Stefano yanked her shorts down, his fingers tearing through the fabric, his growl feral as he exposed her dripping pussy to the cold air.

"D-DAD—!"

Stefano slapped her ass, the sharp crack echoing through the study.

"Quiet," he ordered, his voice rough with need. "You asked for this. Now take it."

Rebecca whimpered, her cock throbbing against her stomach as Stefano aligned himself, the thick head of his monstrous shaft pressing against her entrance.

"P-please—"

Stefano slammed home.

Rebecca screamed, her body bowing off the desk, her nails scraping the polished wood as her father filled her, stretched her, ruined her.

"F-FUCK—!"

Stefano groaned, his hips pounding into her, his cock pulsing inside her clenching walls.

"Dio, you’re tight," he hissed, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. "Just like your mother."

Rebecca sobbed, her cock leaking onto her stomach, her mind shattering under the pleasure-pain of being claimed by her own father.

"D-don’t stop—!"

Stefano laughed, dark and wicked.

"I won’t," he promised, his thrusts growing harder, deeper, his balls slapping against her dripping slit. "Not until you’re full of me."

The Breeding

*PLAP!*

*PLAP!*

*PLAP!!*

Rebecca lost count of how many times he filled her.

The first creampie flooded his daughter's womb, the heat of it scorching, the weight of it bloating her toned stomach.

"F-Fuck... You are... shitshitshit... Y-You are filling me up, daddy..."

The second pumped into her already stuffed pussy, the excess dripping down her thighs, her father’s seed marking her, claiming her.

The third—

"O-OHMYGOD, YESS!!!"

The third made her scream, the redhead succubus' futa cock pulsing as she came untouched, her own thick load splattering across the desk, her slender body convulsing around Stefano’s relentless shaft.

Stefano growled, his fingers tangling in her red hair, yanking her head back.

"Look at you," he mocked, his voice taunting. "My perfect, corrupt little girl."

Rebecca whimpered, her emerald eyes glazed over, her body broken, used, loved.

"Y-yours," she slurred, her voice wrecked.

Stefano smirked.

"Always."

And then he pushed her onto her knees.

"Clean me up."

Rebecca obeyed.