Stefano's breeding harem expands...

The Stable Grows – A Father's Dark Legacy

The air in Stefano's Via Frejus apartment had thickened into something almost liquid—a miasma of sweat, sex, and sorcery that clung to every surface like a second skin. The dim amber glow from the Tiffany lamps cast long, wavering shadows across the leather furnishings and Persian rugs, illuminating the scene in flickering vignettes of depravity.

The Osiris Ring's purple glow thrummed in synch with Stefano's heartbeat, the corruption seeping in every corner of the small flat.

Breed

Corrupt

Dominate

Rebecca knelt at her father's feet, the redhead vixen's porcelain skin sheened with a delicate perspiration that caught the low light like morning dew on spiderwebs. The futa succubus' emerald eyes—now permanently flecked with hellish gold since her full awakening—tracked Stefano's movements with rapt devotion as he circled their two newest acquisitions.

"What a great start... They will make a fine addition to raise our demonspawn legions."

Susanna and Josephine trembled on all fours atop the soiled rug, their bodies still glistening with the evidence of Rebecca's earlier corruption. The mature woman's once-pristine silk robe hung in tatters from her shoulders, revealing heavy, swaying breasts tipped with wine-dark nipples that stood painfully erect.

"O-Ohmygod... What are they gonna do to us?" A weak mental echo, Susanna's mind was in tatters once she enjoyed Rebecca's futa cock, she could never go back.

"And look at that, what a pity I couldn't break in the femboy's virgin pussy... Well, a man can't have everything."

Josephine—no longer Josie, that weak boyish identity burned away in the crucible of Rebecca's demonic transformation—panted through parted lips, her newly sculpted feminine form still twitching with aftershocks from her rebirth.

"Shit... T-This is all my fault... Why did I pick up sucking cocks at the gloryhole as a hobby!!"

The faint swell of her stomach betrayed the first traces of the futa succubus' corrupt seed, while between Josephine's toned thighs, the glistening pink folds of her freshly minted pussy clenched rhythmically around nothing.

"We are gonna have so much fun."

Stefano dominated the space simply by existing within it. At six-foot-three, the incubus' bare torso—a tapestry of arcane tattoos that pulsed with the same dark energy as Rebecca's Ouroboros crest—seemed to absorb the dim light rather than reflect it.

His gold-flecked hazel eyes glowed faintly as the virile incubus traced a single claw-like fingernail down the length of Susanna's spine, making the mature woman shudder violently, the voluptuous milf's smoky contralto screamed as he amplified her sensitivity by a few dozen folds.

"F-FUCK!!!"

The black silk pajama bottoms Stefano wore hung low on his hips, the outline of his already hardening cock visibly straining against the fabric.

"Such perfect stock," he murmured, his deep baritone resonated with hypnotic charisma. The words echoed with supernatural weight, vibrating in the air long after they'd been spoken. "But they lack... proper branding."

Rebecca's breath hitched audibly, her small hands clenching in the rug's thick fur. The motion made the redhead vixen's toned soccer player's thighs press together, the dampness between them undeniable. "Daddy...?" she whispered, the word trembling with equal parts anticipation and lingering innocence.

Stefano's smirk revealed the subtle elongation of his canines—the first visible sign of his incubus heritage rising to the surface. "Watch closely, Rebecca," he commanded, the words layered with hypnotic resonance. "This is how we claim what's ours."