Stay hungry, stay breeding

The Ring’s Evolution & The Return Home

Stefano’s breath fogged in the cold night air as he stalked through the labyrinthine streets of Torino, his body thrumming with dark energy, his cock still slick with Lucia’s submission. The bronze ring pulsed against his thigh where he had tucked it into his pocket, its heat a constant reminder of the power it offered—and the hunger it demanded he feed.

Osiris’ voice slithered through his mind, a velvet growl that vibrated in his bones.

"You have tasted dominion," the fallen deity murmured. "But this is only the beginning."

Stefano’s lips curled into a smirk. He flexed his fingers, still tingling with the residual energy of Lucia’s broken will. The way she had melted for him, the way her body had betrayed her, the way her cunt had clenched around his cock as he pumped her full of his tainted seed—it had been exhilarating.

But it wasn’t enough.

He needed more.

<u>The Bar – A Feast of Flesh</u>

The neon sign above the dive bar flickered, casting erratic shadows across the damp pavement. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of cheap liquor, sweat, and the musk of bodies pressed too close. Stefano pushed through the crowd, his presence commanding without effort.

Women noticed him.

Their eyes lingered.

Their breath hitched.

Their thighs pressed together.

The ring hummed in his pocket, its power leaking into the air around him, a pheromonal aura of dominance and desire.

A blonde in a tight red dress—early twenties, plump lips, tits straining against her low-cut top—bit her bottom lip as he passed.

Stefano smiled.

He didn’t even need to speak.

He pulsed the ring’s influence outward, a wave of dark suggestion that crashed over her mind like a tidal wave.

Her pupils dilated.

Her fingers twitched.

She stood, her hips swaying as she approached, her body moving before her mind could protest.

"Hi," she breathed, her voice already dreamy, already lost.

Stefano cupped her chin, his thumb brushing her lower lip.

"You want to please me," he murmured, his voice layered with the weight of command.

She nodded, her lips parting.

"Then kneel."

She dropped without hesitation, her knees hitting the sticky floor, her fingers already fumbling with his zipper. Around them, the bar’s patrons stared—some in shock, some in arousal, some already leaning closer, their own inhibitions crumbling under the ring’s creeping influence.

Stefano’s cock sprang free, thick and glistening, veins bulging along its length. The blonde moaned, her tongue lapping at the head, her lips stretching as she took him deep.

"Good girl," Stefano purred, his fingers tangling in her hair.

And then—

Another woman approached.

Brunette. Older. Curvier. A mother, perhaps.

Her eyes were glazed, her fingers shaking as she reached for her own buttons.

Stefano grinned.

The ring thrummed.

By the time he left the bar, three women trailed after him, their bodies marked with the faintest glow of violet sigils, their minds enslaved, their cunts dripping.