The Incubus Mark, enslaving Annika forever

THE **** CREST RITUAL: A NIGHT OF BREEDING MADNESS

The bar was empty, the chairs upturned on tables, the lights dimmed to a sultry crimson glow. In the center of the room, Annika knelt naked on a spread of black silk, her pale skin shimmering with oil, the voluptuous milf's platinum hair cascading down her back.

"Ohgod... W-What is he gonna do to me next?" A soul fragment, dripping with corrupt lust, it seemed the curvy barista was looking forward to the next **** training session.

Her blue eyes—once clouded with animalistic submission—now burned with a different kind of hunger. Clarity had returned, but with it came something far more dangerous: willing devotion.

"What a nice little pet slut we have..."

Stefano stood behind her, his fingers tracing intricate patterns across her bare shoulders, his touch leaving faint glowing trails in its wake. The air hummed with power, thick with the scent of sex and dark magic.

"Do you remember, Mom?" Stefano murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Do you remember how it felt to be my bitch?"

Annika shivered, her thighs pressing together. "Y-yes," she whispered.

"Good."

His hand slapped down between her shoulder blades, pressing her forward until her cheek met the silk. The glowing trails he had drawn coalesced, twisting into a single, pulsing sigil—a **** crest, burning into her skin like a brand.

Annika screamed, her back arching as the magic seared into her, binding her will to his.

Pamela, lounging on the bar counter in nothing but a sheer black corset and thigh-high stockings, licked her lips.

"Fuck, that’s hot," she purred, her fingers teasing her own nipples through the lace.

Stefano grinned, his golden eyes flickering with dark amusement. "You’re next, gostosa."

Pamela giggled, spreading her legs. "Promises, promises."

Then—

The ritual began.

Phase One: The Claiming

Stefano’s cock pressed against Annika’s ass, thick and heavy, already dripping with pre-cum.

"This time," he growled, "you’ll beg for it."

Annika whimpered, her fingers clutching at the silk beneath her. "P-Pyotr—"

"Wrong." His hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back. "Say my name."

Annika’s breath hitched. "S-Stefano…"

"Good girl."

And then he slammed into her.

Annika screeched, her body jolting as he filled her in one brutal thrust, his cock stretching her wide, pounding into her with possessive fury.

Pamela moaned, her fingers dipping between her own thighs as she watched. "Caralho… fuck her harder."

Stefano obeyed, his hips snapping forward, his balls slapping against Annika’s ass with every rough stroke.

"You feel that, Mom?" he snarled, his fingers digging into her hips. "That’s your new purpose. To be my cock sleeve. My breeding bitch."

Annika sobbed, her nails tearing at the silk. "Y-yes! YES!"

The crest on her back flared, its glow intensifying as her submission deepened.

Pamela slid off the counter, her massive K-cup breasts bouncing as she crawled toward them, her lips curved in a wicked grin.

"Mind if I join?"

Stefano growled, yanking Annika upright by her hair, her back pressed to his chest. "Get over here and help."

Pamela laughed, her fingers trailing up Annika’s inner thigh before plunging into her dripping pussy alongside Stefano’s cock.

"Tight little puta," Pamela murmured, her thumb circling Annika’s clit. "Bet she cums just from being stuffed like this."

Annika wailed, her body clenching around them both as her orgasm ripped through her, her juices gushing down Stefano’s shaft.

Stefano groaned, his pace turning erratic. "Fuck—gonna breed you deep—"

With a final, savage thrust, he emptied himself inside her, his cum flooding her womb, sealing the crest’s power.

Annika collapsed, her body twitching, her mind drowning in pleasure.

Pamela licked her fingers clean, her eyes dark with lust. "Round two?"

Phase Two: The Shared Toy

Stefano flipped Annika onto her back, her legs spread wide, his cum leaking from her used pussy.

"Pamela," he commanded, his voice rough. "Ride her face."

The Brazilian beauty grinned, straddling Annika’s chest, her sopping cunt hovering just above the blonde’s parted lips.

"Open wide, mamãe," Pamela purred, her fingers tangling in Annika’s hair.

Annika obeyed, her tongue darting out to lick a slow, filthy stripe up Pamela’s slit.

"AH!" Pamela arched, her tits bouncing as Annika devoured her, her tongue flicking over her clit with **** hunger.

Stefano watched, his cock hardening again as he stroked himself, his free hand groping Pamela’s heavy tits.

"Fuck her mouth," he ordered.

Pamela moaned, grinding down onto Annika’s face, her hips rolling in slow, sensual circles.

"That’s it, vadia," she panted, her thighs trembling. "Lick me clean."

Annika whimpered, her fingers digging into Pamela’s voluptuus thighs as she sucked and licked, the hungry Siberian barista's nose buried in the Brazilian’s curly bush.

Stefano stepped forward, his cock sliding between Pamela’s bouncing tits, his precum smearing across her dark nipples.

"Fuck—yes—" Pamela groaned, the Brazilian beauty's lithe hands squeezing her breasts around his shaft, her tongue darting out to catch the droplets leaking from his tip.

Stefano growled, his hips snapping forward, the incubus pulsing prick plunging between her deep cleavage with reckless abandon.

"Gonna paint those tits," he snarled, his fingers digging into her shoulders.

Pamela laughed, breathless. "Do it, gatinho! Cover me!"

With a guttural roar, Stefano exploded, his cum shooting across Pamela’s large chest, drenching the exotic beauty's huge tits, his tainted seed dripping onto Annika’s upturned face.

Pamela shuddered, her own orgasm crashing over her as she ground down onto Annika’s tongue, the curvy vixen's sweet juices flooding the blonde’s mouth.

"HMMMPH!!"

Annika gulped it down, her blue eyes rolling back, the pale milf's body twitching beneath them.

Phase Three: The Final Breeding

By the third round, Annika was wrecked—the mature blonde's fat pussy stuffed full of tainted seed, her throat sore and stretched around the incubus; monstrous girth, her pale face glazed with cum.

But Stefano wasn’t done.

"Can't leave a job half-done..."

He flipped her onto her stomach, yanking the sexy barista's wide childbearing hips up, his fat throbbing cock plunging into her huge ass without warning.

"OHMYGOD!!"

Annika screeched, her fingers scrambling for purchase as he stretched her wide, his monster cock pounding into her with brutal ****.

Pamela crawled beneath her, her lips locking onto Annika’s clit, her tongue flicking rapidly as Stefano destroyed her from behind.

"F-FUCK! STEFANO!" Annika screamed, her body convulsing between them.

Stefano growled, his fingers digging into her hips. "Say it again."

"STEFANO! M-MASTER! PLEASE!"

The crest on her back burned brighter, its power binding her to him forever.

Pamela moaned, her fingers plunging into Annika’s dripping pussy, fucking her in time with Stefano’s thrusts.

"She’s gushing," Pamela panted, her lips smeared with arousal. "Gonna squirt all over us—"

Stefano roared, his monster cock pulsing as he emptied himself into Annika’s fat ass, the incubus creamy hot cum flooding her insides, sealing her fate.

Pamela followed, her fingers curling inside Annika’s pussy as she came, her juices mixing with the mess Stefano had already left.

Annika collapsed, her body twitching, her mind shattered by pleasure.

Stefano pulled out with a wet pop, his cum dripping from Annika’s gaping hole.

"Perfect."

Epilogue: A **** Crowned

By dawn, the crest’s glow had faded, leaving only a faint, permanent mark between Annika’s shoulders.

She kneeled at Stefano’s feet, her head bowed, her body sore and sated.

Pamela stretched lazily on the bar, her fingers tracing the fresh sigil now burned into her own hip.

"So," she purred, her eyes lidded with satisfaction. "When’s the next ritual?"

Stefano grinned, his fingers tangling in Annika’s hair.

"Tonight."