Stefano returns to find Patrizia rifling through his stuff

Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth

Pay off the debt.

The command pulsed in her skull, relentless. But beneath it, something darker stirred—a seed of defiance, watered by years of resentment.

Her eyes flicked to the open door.

Stefano thought he’d won.

He had no idea what was coming.

LATER THAT NIGHT – THE BROKEN COMMAND

The apartment was silent when Patrizia crept inside, her bare feet soundless on the hardwood. Moonlight spilled through the blinds, painting Stefano’s living room in jagged stripes of silver and shadow.

Her heart hammered against her ribs, her fingers slick with sweat as she navigated the familiar space. The hypnosis had shifted—warped by her own desperation.

Pay off the debt.

But what if the money wasn’t here?

What if she needed more?

Her breath hitched as she found the loose floorboard near the bookshelf—the one Stefano thought she didn’t know about. The wood groaned as she pried it up, revealing the hidden stash beneath.

Bingo.

Stacks of euros. Bonds. A velvet pouch heavy with gold.

Patrizia’s lips curled into a smile.

Stefano had underestimated her.

The hypnosis had allowed this. Because in her twisted logic, stealing from him was paying the debt. Taking his money to settle her own—it was justice. ****.

Her fingers closed around the cash, her pulse roaring in her ears.

She didn’t see the Osiris ring glowing in the shadows.

Didn’t feel the incubus mark on her belly begin to burn.

Stefano would return soon.

And when he did, her punishment would be legendary.

THE RECKONING – A BROTHER'S DISCIPLINE (THE ULTIMATE PUNISHMENT CUT)

The floorboard creaked under Patrizia’s knee as she stuffed the last stack of euros into her stolen Gucci clutch, her fingers trembling not from guilt, but from the adrenaline rush of theft. Moonlight caught the sweat beading between her K-cup cleavage, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she glanced toward the door—

"Well, well, well…"

Stefano’s voice dripped like poisoned honey through the darkness, and Patrizia’s blood turned to ice.

She whirled around, her ass still raised in the air from where she’d been bent over the floor, her tight skirt riding up to expose the sheer lace of her thong. The sight of her brother’s incubus form—golden eyes glowing, wings casting jagged shadows across the walls—made her throat tighten.

"Seems you weren’t just nostalgic to meet your elder brother." Stefano stepped forward, his clawed fingers trailing along the curve of her stolen cash. "Patrizia, I’m so disappointed."

Her lips parted—"Wait, I can expla—"

Stefano’s hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back as his other hand guided his girthy, throbbing cock straight into her open mouth. The thick head bulged past her lips, her gag reflex triggering instantly as precum flooded her tongue.

"Mmmph! Hkkk—!"

Patrizia’s manicured nails scraped at his thighs, her green eyes watering as Stefano’s shaft stretched her throat, the veins along his length pulsing against her constricting muscles. Saliva dripped down her chin, her nose pressed flush against his pelvis as he bottomed out inside her.

"I don’t give a shit about your flimsy excuses," Stefano growled, his voice vibrating through her skull. "Get to sucking, sis."

He pulled back just enough for her to gasp—"Please, bro, I can't do this—it's too much! I'm your sister, for god's sake—"

Stefano laughed, the sound dark and melodic as he thrust forward again, his balls slapping against her chin. "My sister isn’t a thief. And if she really was one…" His claws dug into her scalp, drawing pinpricks of blood. "A punishment is due."

"Gllk—! Hnngh!"

Patrizia’s protests dissolved into wet, **** gurgles as Stefano set a brutal pace, his hips pistoning with demonic precision. Each thrust punished her, the slap of flesh echoing through the apartment as her throat clicked around his girth. Tears streaked her mascara, her tits swaying violently with every jarring movement.

"Good," Stefano purred, watching her face contort in **** pleasure. "Take it deeper, sis."

When he finally let her breathe, Patrizia coughed, her voice raw—"F-Fuck… You’re a f-fucking creep—"

Stefano’s grin turned feral. "You’re the one who wanted this."

The Osiris ring on his finger flared, and a hypnotic wave crashed into Patrizia’s mind. Her pupils dilated instantly, her cunt flooding as her sensitivity skyrocketed—every nerve ending set ablaze.

"Nngh! F-Fuck—!"

Her resistance melted.

One second, she was glaring up at him with hatred. The next, her tongue was lapping at his shaft like a starved whore, her lips sealing around the crown to suckle greedily at his precum.

"That’s it," Stefano murmured, guiding her head with cruel tenderness. "Right now, I’d say you look like a dick-sucker."

Patrizia moaned around him, the vibration making his cock twitch.

"Now get on your knees," he ordered, "and keep blowing."

Patrizia obeyed, her body moving on its own—her mind drowning in the pleasure of her own degradation.

THE TRAINING DEEPENS (**** AND SLUT CONDITIONING)

Stefano watched with dark amusement as Patrizia transformed before him.

Her plump lips stretched obscenely around his girth, her throat bulging with each inch she took. Drool slicked her chin, her green eyes glazed over as the hypnosis rewired her instincts—sucking became breathing, pleasing became surviving.

"Nnngh… S-Stef…" she slurred, her voice garbled around his cock.

"Shhh," Stefano soothed, petting her tangled hair. "Just focus on the taste."

He could feel her mind fracturing—the addict’s desperation merging with her new role as his personal cocksleeve. Her fingers, once clawing at him in protest, now kneaded at his thighs, her hips grinding against nothing as her soaked thong grew translucent.

"You love this," Stefano whispered, his voice laced with infernal persuasion. "You love the way your throat burns for me. The way your pussy drips when I use you."

Patrizia whimpered, her body convulsing as the words sank into her psyche.

Stefano rewarded her by fucking her face harder, his thrusts turning jagged and mean.

"Gggkk! Hkkk—!"

Her nose mashed against his pelvis, her lungs screaming for air—but the hypnosis overrode survival instinct. Her body needed this. Craved it.

When Stefano finally came, it was with a snarl—his claws sinking into her scalp as his cock pulsed down her throat. Thick ropes of incubus cum flooded her stomach, her belly distending visibly as the supernatural seed took root.

Patrizia’s eyes rolled back, her body locking around him as her own orgasm ripped through her—her cunt squirting through the lace, her thighs trembling.

The glowing crest on her abdomen brightened, the ouroboros twisting tighter around her navel.

"M-More…" Patrizia slurred, her voice wrecked. "P-Please, Stefano…"

Stefano smirked.

Now the real training could begin.