Stefano leaves, testing the relic's powers upon Torino's streets

THE PORN SHOOT – ANAL ANNIHILATION

The Alleyway – A Chance Encounter

Torino swallowed Stefano's lost soul, the narrow backstreet reeked of cigarette butts and stale beer, the kind of place where deals were made and sins were buried.

"K-Keep it toge-BREED!!-ther, man... everything is... un-DOMINATE!-der control..."

Stefano adjusted the Osiris ring on his finger, the antediluvian relic's dark pulse humming against his olive skin as the middle-aged man struggled to keep hold of his sanity, his incubus senses attuned to the fertile glow of women’s wombs in the distance.

Pink, so alluring, his boner throbbed hard against the jeans' worn out fabric, he readied the strongest hypnotic spell to...

"Huu!?"

Then—

A hand clamped onto his shoulder.

"Hey, big guy. You looking for work?"

Stefano turned, eyebrow arched, to see a wiry man in a leather jacket—early forties, slicked-back hair, the kind of grin that said he’d sold his soul a long time ago. A producer, no doubt.

"Depends on the job," Stefano rumbled, his deep baritone a low growl.

The man’s grin widened. "Ever done porn?"

Stefano’s lips curled. "Not professionally..."

"Perfect." The producer jerked his thumb toward a nondescript door, the red EXIT sign flickering above it. "We’ve got a problem. Our star’s a no-show, and Arabella’s already warmed up. She’s… particular. Likes ‘em small. But I think you’ll change her mind."

Stefano’s fat cock twitched at the challenge.

"Lead t-BREED!-he way."

The Set – A Queen’s Domain

The room was a den of sin—hot lights, tangled cables, the thick scent of sweat and silicone. A crew of cameramen and sound techs milled about, adjusting angles, checking levels.

"Dayum..."

But Stefano’s gaze locked onto the centerpiece.

Arabella Nia.

"Where the fuck is that moron!! H-How dare he leave me... the best actress in the industry, waiting like a cheap slut. Time is money!!"

She lounged on a leather chaise, her voluptuous body oiled to a sheen, the mature beauty's fat ass spilling over the edges of the cushion. Thick, dark curls framed a face that screamed haughty, sin—full luscious red lips, arched brows, grey eyes that looked at the world like it owed her something.

"H-Honey, I feel like this... agreement of ours has gone a bit too far, we said it would just be one shoo-"

Arabella silenced the scrawny bastard with a glare.

"Hmmph! What a spineless coward..."

Beside the voluptuous slut, a wiry, nervous-looking man—her husband, no doubt, the young man's fingers twitching as he watched Stefano enter.

"Who the fuck is this?" Arabella drawled, her erotic contralto dripping with disdain.

The producer clapped Stefano on the back. "Your new co-star!! Don't worry he is clean though I can't guarantee about the package... I "

Arabella’s eyes raked over Stefano’s frame—his broad shoulders, the incubus' aphrodisiac pheromones set to work a light flush spread on the pale beauty's cheeks, the obvious bulge in the sex demon's slacks caught her eyes.

"Too big," she sniffed. "I like ‘em small. I don't wanna be sore down there."

Stefano smirked, his hazel eyes flicking between the curvy pornstar and her cuck of a husband. "You haven’t tried me yet, sweetie... I'll make sure to make it enjoyable for everyone."

Arabella’s husband flinched, his Adam’s apple bobbing. "A-Arabella, maybe we should—"

"Shut up, Paolo," she snapped, her gaze never leaving Stefano. "Fine... Let’s see what you’ve got."

She rolled onto her hands and knees, the voluptuous vixen's fat ass rising in the air, her puckered hole winking at him.

"Hope you like tight," she purred.

Stefano growled, his fingers undoing his belt.

The Shoot – A Cuckold’s Agony

The cameras rolled, the lights burned, and Stefano stripped with deliberate slowness, letting every inch of his thick, veined cock spring free.

"O-Ohmygod!!"

Arabella’s breath hitched.

"No way!! Call this off ri-"

Paul whimpered, the cuck's tongue suddenly thick and heavy in his mouth, the incubus' hypnotic leash made sure to **** the weak husband's protests.

"Damn, is that a fucking strap-on?" the producer muttered. "That’s gonna break her in half... make sure to take some prime shots as our stallion pounds her wide open!!"

Stefano grabbed the bottle of lube, drizzling it over his throbbing length, his other hand spreading Arabella’s plump cheeks. The voluptuous slut moaned against the sex demon's corrupt touch, her back arching low and deep.

"Nnngh!!"

"Relax," he murmured, his thumb pressing against her clenched, rosy asshole.

Arabella hissed, the pale vixen's manicured nails digging into the leather. "F-Fuck—"

Stefano pushed in, just the tip, his fat cock stretching her wide.

"Easy..."

Arabella shrieked, her back arching against him, the curvy slut's tight walls fluttering around him.

"T-Too big!! Ohmygodd!" she sobbed, the voluptuous pornstar's weak husband reached out for her, only to be shoved back by a crew member.

"Keep rolling!! This is a fucking masterpiece!" the producer barked.

Stefano grinned, his manly hips rolling forward, sheathing himself inch by agonizing inch.

"F-FUCK!!"

Arabella's shrill pleasured screams filled the studio, her fat ass burning as it struggled to accommodate the incubus's massive girth, the sensuous vixen's hungry pussy dripping down her curvy thighs.

"Y-You’re bre-*AH!!*-aking me in half!!" she wailed.

Stefano leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "No," he corrected, his deep baritone a dark promise. "This is what you were made for."

Then—

*Plap!*

"OHMYGOD!!!"

He pulled out and slammed back in, hilt-deep.

*Plap!!*

"F-Fuck!! YESS!!"

Arabella screamed, the pale beauty's orgasms ripping through her one after another, her fat ass clenching vice-like around the incubus' throbbing cock.

"H-Holy shit... I've never seen her like this... fuck!! M-My wife... He is pounding so hard and d-deep, shitshitshit!! W-Why am I enjoying this!?"

Paul moaned, the cuckold's pathetic erection straining against his jeans.

"A-Arabella—"

"S-Shu-*OHMYGOD!! YESS!*-ut u-*AH!!!*-p!" she snarled, the sexy hotwife's grey stormy eyes rolling back as Stefano pounded deep, her cervix dropping down to take the incubus' tainted seed, the stallion's heavy balls slapping against her sopping cunt.

*PLAP!!*

*PLAP!*

*PLAP!!*

The cameras zoomed in, capturing every brutal thrust, every filthy slap of flesh.

"WHERE IS OUR CAMERAMAN!! JERRY STOP JERKING OFF AND CATCH EVERYTHING!"

Stefano growled, his rough fingers tangling in the anal slut's damp hair, yanking her head back.

"Tell them... who owns this ass," he demanded.

Arabella whimpered, her luscious red lips quivering.

"Y-You do!"

*PLAP!!*

"Louder, bitch!"

*PLAP!*

"YOU DO!" she screamed, her husband flinching as if struck a soft moan escaped the weak cuck's lips as he came in his own pants.

"Nnngh!!"

Stefano roared like a man possessed, the incubus' fat cock pulsing as he filled her to the brim, his tainted creamy cum flooded the voluptuous slut's bowels, marking her from within.

"O-Ohymygod... I'm sooo fucking full... yes, t-this is wh-*Ah!!*-at a real man feels like..."

Arabella collapsed, the voluptuous slut's sinful body twitched as he pulled out slowly, the pale beauty's fat ass gaping wide open, her lover's demonic seed gushing out in hot sticky spurts.

"CUT!!!"

The crew cheered.

"Arabella... o-our vows... how are we going to... f-fuck why am I so hard!?"

Paolo sobbed in a corner, unable to comprehend his own feelings, a dark wet patch spread on the little cuck's pants. The limp dick bastard had gotten off to his own wife getting railed like a fucking bitch!

"Hehe... don't hate the player, hate the game."

Stefano patted him on the shoulder, smearing some tainted cum on the unlucky husband's lips.

"Enjoy!"

He grinned, the incubus fat cock already hardening again.

"Cut! I said cut you morons!!" the producer yelled. "That’s a wrap!"

The Aftermath – A Star is Born

Arabella lay sprawled on the chaise, the broken slut's perky breasts heaved up and down, her fat ass gaping open with the incubus creamy, hot load.

"Huu..."

As for her husband... useless as always, he sat beside her.

Stefano dressed slowly, the middle-aged man's hazel eyes locked on hers.

"Still prefer ‘em small, sweetie?" he teased.

Arabella licked her luscious lips, the hotwife's lithe fingers dipping between her voluptuous thighs, gathering his sticky cum and hers before sucking them clean.

"Fuck you," she panted. "When’s your next shoot?"

Stefano laughed, the Osiris ring glowing brighter.

"Soon."