The hypnotist's first steps

The Ring’s First Whisper –

The Relic’s Awakening – Osiris’ Hunger

The moment the blackened silver band slid onto Stefano’s finger, the world shifted.

A searing heat pulsed through his veins, his cock twitching violently in his slacks, thickening with unnatural urgency. The ring’s violet glow pulsed like a heartbeat, its ancient hieroglyphs writhing under his skin as if alive. A voice—deep, guttural, otherworldly—whispered in the recesses of his mind.

"At last… a vessel."

Stefano gasped, his knees nearly buckling as the entity’s presence coiled around his thoughts like a serpent. His reflection in the shop’s grimy mirror flickered—his eyes, once dull with defeat, now gleamed with predatory hunger. The crone behind the counter cackled, her yellowed teeth bared in a grin.

"Feed it, and it will make you a god among men."

By the time he stumbled into his dimly lit apartment, his body thrummed with restless energy. His muscles felt tighter, his posture straighter, his very presence heavier in the air. The ring pulsed against his skin, whispering promises of power, of dominance.

And then—her.

Rebecca.

His daughter.

She stood in the kitchen, bathed in the soft glow of the stove light, her emerald eyes flickering with concern. She was dressed in nothing but a thin cotton sleep shirt, the hem riding high enough to tease the supple curve of her thighs. The fabric clung to her perky breasts, her nipples stiffening under his gaze.

"Papa… you’re home late," she murmured, her voice soft but laced with something else—an unspoken hunger.

Stefano exhaled, his breath laced with the ring’s pheromones—thick, musky, intoxicating. Rebecca’s nostrils flared, her pupils dilating as she unconsciously leaned closer.

The First Hypnotic Suggestion – Breaking the First Taboo

He didn’t need words. The ring pulsed, its power coiling around his voice like a serpent.

"You want to make me happy, don’t you, piccolina?"

The moment the words left his lips, Rebecca’s breath hitched. A flush crept up her neck, her fingers twitching at her sides. The suggestion slithered into her mind, wrapping around her thoughts like a velvet noose.

Yes.

Yes, she did.

More than anything.

Her lips parted, a soft whimper escaping as she swayed toward him. "I—I always want to make you happy, Papa," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Stefano smirked, his fingers trailing along the counter as he stepped closer, deliberately invading her space. His thigh brushed against hers, the heat between them electric.

"Then why don’t you show me?" he murmured, his voice a low, hypnotic purr.

Sequence 3: The First Touch – Testing Her Submission

Rebecca’s breath came faster now, her chest rising and falling in shallow bursts. The ring’s influence was subtle but relentless—her thoughts fogged, her inhibitions crumbling like sandcastles under a rising tide.

Stefano let his hand "accidentally" graze the swell of her ass as he reached past her for a glass. The contact was fleeting, but it sent a jolt through her. She gasped, her body arching into the touch, her plush backside pressing into his palm for a fraction longer than necessary.

Good girl.

He didn’t pull away. Instead, his fingers lingered, kneading the supple flesh with deliberate slowness. Rebecca’s breath hitched, her thighs squeezing together as a fresh wave of slick heat pooled between them.

"P-Papa…" she whimpered, her voice a mix of confusion and **** need.

The Domination – Claiming Her Throat

Stefano’s other hand shot out, gripping her wrist and yanking her against him. The sudden movement made her gasp, her breasts flattening against his chest, her nipples pebbling through the thin fabric. His free hand slid down to the small of her back, pressing her even closer, letting her feel the hard ridge of his cock straining against his slacks.

"You smell… delicious," he growled, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

Rebecca shuddered, her knees buckling. The ring’s pheromones flooded her senses—thick, musky, addictive. Her pussy clenched around nothing, her body betraying her with every ragged breath.

Stefano’s fingers tangled in her fiery red hair, tilting her head back to expose the delicate column of her throat. His tongue dragged along her pulse point, tasting the salt of her skin, feeling her frantic heartbeat beneath his lips.

"Tell me you want this," he commanded, his voice laced with the ring’s power.

Rebecca’s resistance shattered.

"Yes… yes, Papa, please—"

The Mark of the Incubus – Binding Her to Him

Stefano didn’t wait for her to finish. His mouth crashed down on hers, swallowing her moans as his tongue claimed hers with brutal dominance. Rebecca melted into him, her fingers clawing at his shirt, her hips grinding against his thigh in ****, instinctive circles.

The ring burned hotter against his skin, its power surging as Stefano’s cock throbbed in anticipation. His free hand slid under her shirt, palming her bare breast, his thumb flicking over her stiff nipple. Rebecca cried out, her back arching, her body singing under his touch.

And then—it happened.

The ring’s violet glow intensified, its energy coiling around Rebecca’s waist like a living thing. A searing pain lanced through her lower abdomen, her breath catching as a mark began to form—a swirling, violet sigil, pulsing with dark energy.

The Incubus mark.

Rebecca’s eyes widened, her body trembling as the mark seared into her flesh, binding her to him eternally.

"Mine," Stefano snarled against her lips, his voice no longer entirely human.

And Rebecca—his Rebecca—could only whimper in submission, her mind drowning in the ring’s dark, intoxicating embrace.

The ring’s corruption has only begun. Stefano’s transformation accelerates with every surrender, every moan, every drop of slick arousal that drips from his daughter’s cunt onto his fingers.