Scared arousal, is Stefano still her beloved daddy?

The Summons

Stefano didn’t need to raise his voice.

"Time to play... It hurts me to use my sweet princess as a guinea pig but some things can't be delayed right?"

The ring on his left hand hummed with dark whispers, its power slithering through the house like a serpent, coiling around Rebecca’s mind.

"Come to my room."

The command wasn’t spoken aloud—instead the corruption was implanted, sinking into his daughter's mind like honeyed poison.

Rebecca gasps, her fingers still clutching his boxers. The redhead vixen’s petite yet toned body moves before her mind can protest, her long legs carrying her toward the stairs, his daughter’s heartbeat hammering in her throat.

She should be afraid.

She could resist.

But the ring’s influence is already at work, softening her inhibitions, amplifying her curiosity, her hunger, her need. And only one man can satisfy her desires, Rebecca shivered at mere thought of finally fulfilling her forbidden fantasies.

By the time his little princess reaches the door, his bedroom and makeshift studio, her nipples are stiff peaks beneath her shirt, her panties soaked.

The Lesson Begins

Stefano didn’t turn when his daughter steps in, he could smell the mix of fearful hesitation and aroused curiosity moving her closer. He kept his back to her, the middle-aged man’s broad shoulders framed by the dim light, his deep baritone an enthralling spell.

"Lock the door, Rebecca."

She obeyed without hesitation, the click of the latch sealing the redhead vixen's fate.

"Come here."

She stepped forward, the young woman's breath hitching as the scent of him filled the room—spiced musk, dark arousal, the faintest hint of something otherworldly.

"W-What is this? It smells soooo good..."

His incubus pheromones. Though weak they had already saturated the poorly ventilated room.

The corrupt mixture sunk into her lungs, her skin, her blood. Twisting Rebecca's thoughts, corrupting his daughter's innocent soul... The middle-aged archeologist couldn't help but be surprised by his new physiology's pheromone potency.

"D-Damn, these are weak pheromones? She is soaking the fucking carpet!"

Her knees weakened. Pussy juice streaming down Rebecca's toned thighs.

Stefano finally turned, his hazel eyes gleaming with unnatural hunger.

"Here we go."

He was shirtless now, his torso sculpted by the antediluvian relic’s power, his protruding belly now a much leaner dad bod, the sinful father throbbing cock visibly straining against his slacks.

Rebecca’s mouth watered.