The Osiris ring is much more important, meet up with some old friends

OSIRIS RELICS – A SCHOLAR’S CORRUPTION

The Reunion – A Ring Revealed

The café in Torino’s Piazza San Carlo buzzed with late afternoon chatter, the scent of espresso and fresh pastries mingling with the crisp autumn air. Stefano leaned back in his wrought-iron chair, his fingers idly tracing the rim of his wine glass, his other hand resting on the table—the Osiris Ring glinting ominously under the golden light.

"Arianna is gonna kill me, but I need to get to the bottom of this..."

Last night they were lucky, but what if he couldn't restrain himself?

Rebecca's pale face loomed before him, he couldn't hurt her... However the fallen divinity was a wild, brutal power, it took what it wanted without regard for anyone and anything.

BREED

CORRUPT

DOMINATE

"Focus Stefano, we may find a... Solution today."

Across from him, Dario—his old university friend, now a respected archaeologist—leaned forward, his salt-and-pepper beard framing a face weathered by decades under the Egyptian sun. His wife, Marlena, sat beside him, the mature beauty's presence commanding even in silence. Tall, olive-skinned, with the regal bearing of a Grecian goddess, she was a vision in her cream-colored sundress, the fabric clinging to her hourglass curves, her wavy brunette hair cascading over one shoulder like a waterfall of dark silk.

"You haven’t changed a bit," Dario chuckled, clapping Stefano on the shoulder. "Still the same devil-may-care charmer from university."

Stefano smirked, his violet-pink eyes glinting with amusement. "And you’ve gone full Indiana Jones. How’s the Valley of the Kings treating you?"

Marlena’s full lips curved into a smile, her blue eyes sparkling. "Exhausting. Rewarding. Hot." She fanned herself with a menu, the motion drawing Stefano’s gaze to the swell of her cleavage. "But we’ve made a fascinating discovery—a new chamber near Seti I’s tomb. The artifacts inside…" She trailed off, her breath catching as her eyes locked onto Stefano’s hand.

The Ring.

"W-What the fuck is that? Impossible, there is no way it could be here!!" A mental echo dripping with shock and terror, it seemed Marlena recognized the cursed artifact.

Dario followed her gaze, his jovial expression shattering into shock.

"That—that ring," he stammered, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Where did you get it?"

Stefano tilted his head, his thumb stroking the Ring’s violet-pink gem, its inner light pulsing faintly. "A gift from a… mutual admirer."

Marlena recoiled, her tan skin paling. "That’s impossible." Her fingers trembled as she reached into her bag, pulling out a leather-bound notebook. Flipping it open, she revealed a sketch—an exact replica of the Osiris Ring, its twin depicted resting on an ancient altar. "This is part of a relic set dedicated to the Mysteries of Osiris. We found the first one last month. The other is still buried—sealed—in a chamber no one has entered in three thousand years."

Dario’s jaw tightened. "Stefano… that thing is cursed. The texts we’ve deciphered—they speak of possession, of corruption—"

Stefano laughed, the sound rich, dark, his incubus nature thrumming beneath his skin. "Oh, Dario. Always the skeptic." He twisted the Ring, its glow intensifying, the air around them thickening with an unseen pressure. "But let’s not bore Marlena with academic debates."

His gaze locked onto hers, his voice dropping to a hypnotic murmur.

"You’re curious, aren’t you, Marlena? Wanting to know how it feels…"

Marlena’s breath hitched, her blue eyes glazing, her fingers clenching around her notebook.

Dario noticed. "Marlena? Love?"

She didn’t respond.

The Ring’s power coiled through the air, twisting perception, softening resistance.

Stefano smiled.

Game on.

The Seduction – A Mind Unraveled

The walk back to Dario and Marlena’s rented apartment was tense, the silence heavy with unspoken dread. Dario kept glancing at his wife, her usual vivaciousness replaced by a distant, dreamy expression.

"You’re quiet," he murmured, squeezing her hand.

Marlena blinked, her lips parting, her voice soft, slow. "Just… thinking."

Stefano trailed behind them, his steps light, his presence expanding, the Ring’s influence seeping into the very air. By the time they reached the apartment—a luxurious suite overlooking the Po River—Marlena’s pupils were dilated, her skin flushed, her hips swaying with every step.

Dario frowned as he unlocked the door. "Maybe we should call it a night. You look tired—"

"No."

Marlena’s voice was firm, her fingers digging into his arm as she pulled him inside, her gaze locked onto Stefano. "Stay."

Stefano obliged, his smile wicked, his hand brushing Marlena’s lower back as he stepped past her, his touch lingering just long enough to make her shiver.

The apartment was elegant—dark wood furniture, shelves lined with artifacts, a plush rug spread before a crackling fireplace. Stefano strolled to the liquor cabinet, pouring three glasses of amber whiskey, his fingers dancing over Marlena’s glass, a drop of his incubus essence dissolving into the ****.

"A toast," he murmured, handing her the glass, their fingers brushing. "To old friends."

Marlena drank, her throat working, the whiskey burning down her throat—along with something darker, sweeter.

Dario sipped his drink, his brow furrowed. "Stefano, about that ring—"

"Later," Stefano purred, his gaze fixing on Marlena. "Your wife has questions."

Marlena moaned, the sound soft, involuntary, her fingers clenching around her glass.

Dario stiffened. "Marlena—?"

"She’s fine," Stefano assured, his voice smooth, his power pulsing. "Aren’t you, koukla?"

Marlena nodded, her blue eyes glowing, her body leaning toward Stefano’s, her sundress straining over her full breasts.

Dario stood, his chair scraping back. "What the hell is going on?"

Stefano ignored him, his fingers trailing up Marlena’s arm, his voice a lullaby.

"You feel it, don’t you? The heat… the need…"

Marlena whimpered, her thighs pressing together, her arousal saturating the air.

Dario lunged—

Stefano flicked his wrist.

The Ring flared.

Dario froze, his body locking, his mind fogging, his expression slackening into vacant obedience.

"Sit," Stefano commanded.

Dario sat.

Marlena moaned, her fingers clutching Stefano’s shirt. "What—what are you doing to me?"

Stefano cupped her face, his thumb brushing her lower lip. "Showing you truth."

Then he kissed her.

Marlena shattered, her body melting against his, her mind unraveling, her moans muffled by his devouring mouth.

Dario watched, his mind screaming, his body trapped, his wife’s whimpers a knife in his chest.

Stefano pulled back, his lips glistening, his voice a dark promise.

"Now… let’s play."

The Corruption – A Wife Claimed

Marlena’s sundress pooled at her feet, her body bared in the firelight—tan, sculpted, perfect. Stefano pushed her onto the rug, his hands roving, his mouth claiming, his teeth nipping at her nipples, her cries of pleasure echoing through the apartment.

Dario watched, his mind fogged, his body helpless, his cock hard despite his horror.

"S-Stefano—" Marlena panted, her fingers tangling in his hair.

"Shhh," he murmured, his fingers dipping between her thighs, her wetness drenching his hand. "Just feel."

His pants dropped, his cock springing free—thick, veined, glistening with precum.

Marlena whimpered, her legs spreading, her body arching.

"Please—"

Stefano plunged.

Marlena screamed, her back arching, her cunt stretching, her walls fluttering around his invading girth.

Dario groaned, his own cock throbbing, his mind breaking as Stefano pounded his wife, her moans growing louder, wilder, her body surrendering completely.

"That’s it, koukla," Stefano growled, his hips snapping, his balls slapping against her ass. "Cum for me. Cum on your husband’s cock."

Marlena sobbed, her orgasm ripping through her, her cunt clenching, her scream echoing off the walls.

Stefano roared, his cock swelling, his knot forming, locking her in place as he flooded her womb with his tainted seed.

Dario watched, his own release spilling untouched, his mind shattering as Stefano claimed his wife.

The Ring glowed, its power sealing the corruption.

Marlena collapsed, the mature woman's body spent, her mind rewired, her moans soft, sated.

Stefano petted her hair, his smile triumphant.

"Welcome to the family, darling."