Stefano isn't done with Veronica, degradation is a small price for salvation

The Osiris Gambit – Devouring the Evidence

The musky scent of sex and sweat hung thick in the air as Veronica Moretti knelt on the plush Persian rug, her tailored slacks now pooled around her ankles, revealing the full, voluptuous curves that years of disciplined yoga and mountain hiking had maintained. The dim office lighting cast shadows across the deep cleft of her ass, the round globes trembling slightly as Stefano's fingers traced the waistband of her lace thong—the last remaining barrier between his vengeance and her dignity.

"What a fucking sight," Stefano purred, his deep baritone dripping with dark amusement as he dragged the scrap of fabric down her thighs, letting it catch on the swell of her hips before snapping the delicate lace. "Fifty-eight years old and still built like a temple prostitute."

Veronica's breath hitched as the cool air kissed her exposed skin. The voluptuous milf's hands—those elegant, scholar's hands with their telltale veins and faint age spots—clutched at the crumpled pages of Marco's damning file, her knuckles white with tension.

"O-Ohmygod... Why am I enjoying this, f-fuck!!" A spiritual echo, dripping with lustful corruption... The head-strong curator seemed to get off on her own degradation.

The evidence of Veronica's corruption was smeared with Stefano's cum, the thick fluid soaking into the paper, making the ink bleed across her fingers.

"Eat it," Stefano commanded, his palm coming down hard on her left cheek, the sharp crack echoing through the office. A rosy handprint bloomed across her pale flesh.

Veronica flinched, her body betraying her as a fresh wave of slickness coated her inner thighs. "I—I can't—"

"You can," Stefano corrected, his fingers digging into the soft give of her hip as he positioned himself behind her. The thick head of his cock pressed against her puckered entrance, the heat of him making her shudder. "And you will."

With one brutal thrust, he split her open.

Veronica's scream was muffled by the papers she shoved into her mouth, her teeth tearing at the cum-soaked edges as Stefano hilted himself in one smooth, devastating motion. The curvy slut's back arched, the muscles in her shoulders standing out in sharp relief as her body tried desperately to reject the intrusion.

"F-FUCK!" she sobbed around the mouthful of evidence, her throat working convulsively as she swallowed the first bitter bite.

Stefano groaned, his claws pricking at her hips as he dragged her back onto him, the incubus' fat throbbing cock stretching her obscenely. "Damn—still so tight—"

He pulled out slowly, watching with rapt fascination as her rim clung to him, the pink flesh gaping slightly before snapping shut. Then he slammed back in, harder this time, his balls slapping against her dripping cunt.

*PLAP!!*

Veronica choked, her voluptuous body rocking forward with the **** of his thrust, the mature woman's forehead hitting the edge of his desk. The pain was sharp and bright, cutting through the haze of pleasure-pain radiating from her stretched hole.

"That's it," Stefano hissed, his breath hot against her ear as the middle-aged archeologist's hips pistoned forward, each brutal thrust making Veronica's voluptuous ass ripple. "Take your punishment like a good little whore."

"Hmmmph!!"

Veronica's moan vibrated around the pulpy mass of documents crammed in her mouth, the degraded milf's jaw aching from the hard chewing. The bitter taste of ink mixed with Stefano's salty tainted essence as she mechanically worked the sodden paper between her teeth.

"F-Fuck... Why is this happening to me? Did he do the same things to Arianna!? Damn!!" Another mental echo, the once haughty curator was finally understanding how fucked she really was.

Fragments of incriminating spreadsheets and damning emails clung to her tongue - the very evidence that could destroy her career now being devoured at her former student's command.

"You ruined me," Stefano growled, his voice thick with decades-old venom. His cockhead bulged obscenely against the thin wall of her abdomen with each deep thrust, the outline visible through the curvy milf's sweat-slicked skin. "You and Enrico and that worthless cunt of a daughter—"

Veronica's gasp was muffled as Stefano suddenly leaned over her, his bare chest pressing into her back. The heat of him seared through her torn silk blouse as his teeth found the delicate junction of her neck and shoulder. The pain was white-hot, electric - his canines piercing skin as the Osiris Ring pulsed against her flesh.

"Nnngh—!" Her scream was swallowed by the paper wad as he marked her, his bite going deeper than should have been possible. Blood welled around his lips, the coppery tang mixing with the other flavors assaulting her senses.

"Now look," Stefano commanded, releasing her hair just long enough to grab her chin and wrench her face toward the full-length mirror across his office.

Veronica's dilated pupils contracted as she took in the obscene reflection.

The Veronica Moretti staring back was unrecognizable. Her pristine navy blazer hung open like some cheap whore's jacket, the silk blouse beneath torn at the collar to reveal one pendulous breast. Her carefully styled white hair was a tangled mess, strands sticking to her cum-smeared face. But worst of all was the sight between her trembling thighs - Stefano's thick cock pistoning in and out of her stretched asshole, her normally tight rim now a flushed, gaping ruin around his girth.

"See what you are," Stefano panted, his thrusts growing erratic. His balls slapped against her dripping cunt, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet office. "See what you've become."

Veronica's body betrayed her utterly. Despite the pain, despite the humiliation, her neglected cunt clenched around nothing, her swollen clit throbbing in time with each brutal penetration. The paper in her mouth grew damper as fresh saliva flooded her mouth - whether from the **** chewing or her own traitorous arousal, she couldn't tell.

"C-Cumming—!" The words tore from her throat around the paper wad, her back arching violently as an orgasm ripped through her. Her ass muscles fluttered wildly around Stefano's shaft, milking him as her hips jerked in helpless spasms.

Stefano roared, his claws (when had he grown claws?) digging into her hips hard enough to draw blood. He hilted himself to the root, his cock pulsing as he flooded her bowels with thick, tainted seed. The heat of his release seemed impossibly hot, spreading through her intestines like liquid fire.

For one suspended moment, they remained locked together - Stefano's teeth bared in a feral grin, Veronica's body twitching through the aftershocks. Then he pulled out slowly, watching with dark satisfaction as her ruined hole gaped open, oozing his essence in thick rivulets down her inner thighs.

"Good girl," he murmured, patting her cum-stained cheek almost affectionately as she collapsed forward onto the rug.

Veronica spat out the last shreds of paper, her body wracked with tremors. The soggy mass of half-chewed documents hit the Persian rug with a wet plop, flecked with blood from where her teeth had cut into her own lips. Her ass ached terribly, the stretched feeling making her wonder if she'd ever clench properly again.

And yet...

And yet as she lay there in her own filth, something dark and hungry uncoiled in her belly. The Osiris Ring's energy pulsed through her veins, twisting her shame into something else entirely. When Stefano's fingers trailed through her tangled hair, she found herself leaning into the touch.

Stefano's grin widened. He knew.

The corruption of Torino had only just begun.