Stefano needs some funds to raid Angela Liegi's Casino

The Breeding Hunt – Claiming Another Womb

Torino’s night air was thick with the scent of sex and sin as Stefano prowled the dimly lit streets, his incubus senses fully awakened.

Breed

Dominate

Corrupt

The Osiris ring pulsed against his finger, its dark energy humming in time with his heartbeat, each throb sending waves of corrupted divinity through his veins. His transformation was nearly complete—the middle-aged man's body had become a towering mountain of muscle, much more defined than the beer belly he used to have.

"Breeding is indeed the best exercise..."

Stefano's cock had become a tool for warfare, thicker and ridged, his claws sharper, his fangs longer. The world around him was painted in hues of crimson and violet, the auras of fertile women glowing like beacons in the darkness.

And then he heard it.

"Oh fuck yeah—!"

A woman’s moan, high and breathless, echoed from behind a parked car. Stefano’s nostrils flared as the scent of her arousal hit him—musky, sweet, ripe. His cock twitched, already leaking pre-cum as he followed the sound.

There, on the pavement, half-hidden in the shadows, a young couple was locked in a heated embrace. The girl—Mara, her name whispered into his mind—was bent over the hood of the car, her skirt hiked up around her small waist, the pale vixen’s lace panties dangling from one ankle. Her boyfriend, Zeno, was rutting into her from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her with the clumsy enthusiasm of youth.

Stefano’s lips curled into a smirk.

Unlucky for him.

Mara’s fertile aura burned pink, her womb practically screaming for his seed.

"Dayum..."

The Hypnotic Interruption

Stefano stepped forward, his presence suddenly filling the alleyway like a suffocating fog. Marco didn’t even notice him at first, too lost in the rhythm of his thrusts. But Mara—oh, sweet darling—the voluptuous vixen's breath hitched as her grey eyes flickered up, the young woman's pupils blown wide as they locked onto Stefano’s.

The antediluvian relic pulsed.

"Look at me."

The command slithered into her mind, wrapping around the drunk girlfriend's thoughts like a serpent. Her nipples pebbled instantly on the raven haired beauty's large chest, her luscious red lips parting in a silent gasp.

Zeno groaned, his hips stuttering as he neared his climax. "F-Fuck, baby, I’m gonna—"

Stefano’s clawed hand clamped down on Marco’s shoulder, yanking him backward with inhuman strength. The boy yelped as he was thrown to the ground, the weak boyfriend's softening cock glistening with Mara’s pussy cream.

"W-What the—?!"

Stefano didn’t give him time to finish. The incubus' claw pressed against Marco’s forehead, the ring’s power surging.

"Sleep."

Marco’s eyes rolled back, his body slumping against the pavement like a discarded doll.

"O-Ohmygod... What did you do to hi... F-FUCK!!"

*SMACK!!*

Mara whimpered, her curvy legs trembling as she remained bent over the car, her cunt still dripping. Stefano stepped closer, his claws tracing the curve of her fat ass before delivering a sharp slap that made the voluptuous slut jolt.

"Such a pretty little thing," he purred, his deep. baritone laced with dark amusement. "All wet and ready for me."

Mara’s breath came in shallow pants, her pliant mind already succumbing to his influence.

"Y-yes…"

The Claiming

Stefano didn’t waste time. His claws shredded what remained of her panties, the fabric falling away to reveal her plump, glistening folds. His fat cock—thick, throbbing, much bigger than Zeno's—pressed against her soaked entrance, the swollen head teasing the sinful girlfriend's clit before sliding through her slick.

Mara whined, her wide hips bucking back instinctively.

"Please—!"

Stefano chuckled, his rough fingers tangling in her hair as the he slammed into the curvy slut in one brutal thrust.

"OHMYGOD!! Y-You a-*AH!!*-re splitting me in half... fuck!!"

Her shrill screams echoed through the alley, the pale beauty's cunt stretching around his inhuman girth. Stefano groaned, the incubus' manly hips rolling forward as he bottomed out inside her, his fat cock twitching as the voluptuous vixen's tight walls fluttered around him.

"Fuck, you’re perfect," he growled, his claws digging into her flared hips as he began to move.

*PLAP!!*

*PLAP!*

*PLAP!!*

Each thrust was deeper, harder, his ridged length dragging against her sensitive walls in ways Zeno could never replicate. Mara’s moans turned into broken sobs, her nails scraping against the car’s hood as she clung for purchase.

"You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?" Stefano taunted, his voice a velvet snarl. "Cum on my cock like the **** little slut you are."

Mara’s breath hitched, her curvy sinful body tensing as another orgasm ripped through her.

"YESS!! FILL ME UP!"

Her cunt clenched, the pale vixen's love juices gushing around Stefano’s fat cock as she screamed his name—or was it Zeno’s? It didn’t matter.

Stefano’s hips snapped forward, his own release building as he felt her fertile womb begging for his seed.

"Take it," he commanded, his voice thick with dominance. "Take every fucking drop."

And then he roared, his monster cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her, the incubus' tainted seed flooding her womb with dark, corrupted potency.

"Cum... more... b-breed me, master..."

Mara’s curvy body jerked, her grey eyes rolling back as the ring’s power ensured his seed would take root.

The Aftermath

Stefano pulled out slowly, watching as his hot creamy cum dripped from the voluptuous slut's gaping cunt. Mara slumped against the car, the cheating girlfriend's legs, numb, trembling too much to stand. The raven haired beauty's erotic contralto trembled as she caressed the curve of her taut belly,

"C-cock... I-I feel sooo warm, so full..."

The cheating slut's fertile pink glow waned as his demonic seed took root.

"Huuu... M-Mara, what happe..."

Zeno was stirring now, his mind foggy from the hypnosis. Stefano crouched beside him, his claws tracing the young man’s jaw.

"You will raise the child as your own," he whispered, the ring’s power saturating every word. "Bring her home."

Zeno nodded dumbly, his eyes glazed.

Stefano smirked, plucking the weak cuck’s wallet from his pocket. 500 euros. Not bad.

The Next Hunt

The night was still young.

"A good appetizer..."

And Stefano was hungry.