Throat training, a humble start

Hyphotic Rituals & Academic Ascension

Stefano’s cock pulsed in Rebecca’s throat, thicker than before, his incubus transformation accelerating with every depraved act. The Osiris Ring glowed hungrily on his finger, drinking in her submission, her failure to take him fully.

Her lips stretched obscenely around his girth, saliva dripping down her chin as she gagged, her throat bulging around the invading shaft. Tears streaked her flushed cheeks, her fingers clutching at his thighs—not to push him away, but to steady herself as she choked on her father’s monstrous cock.

"Pathetic," Stefano purred, his hand fisting in her red hair, pushing her deeper. "You can’t even swallow half of me."

Rebecca whimpered, her nose pressed against his pelvis, her lungs burning for air.

"But don’t worry, my little darling,” he murmured, his voice laced with dark amusement. "We’ll fix that."

With a brutal thrust, he buried the last inch into her, feeling her throat spasm around him, gagging hard on her daddy's throbbing cock, her slender toned body convulsing in protest—

And then he came.

Thick, tainted ropes of creamy incubus seed flooded her esophagus, her stomach, her very bloodstream. The corruption was immediate—her pupils dilated, her skin flushing as the supernatural load surged through her, rewriting her biology, sharpening her mind, addicting her to his taste.

When he finally pulled out, Rebecca collapsed forward, coughing, her lips swollen, her chin glazed with spit and cum. His daughter's luscious lips parted, her tongue lapping hungrily at your tip, looking for more cream.

Stefano smirked. Osiris' fallen divinity lead him on, dark corruption coursing through the middle-aged man's veins, a reward for his depravity. When he spoke, Stefano's low baritone overlapped with the unholy whispers of ancient tombs and banished devils.

"New house-chore," he declared, stroking his still-hard cock against Rebecca's cockdrunk face. "Every morning, before school, you’ll be on your knees servicing me. Consider it your... high protein breakfast."

Rebecca's emerald eyes glazed over, a violet flame flickered deep inside her pupils, Osiris Champion's will, Stefano's command, the ring's corrupt murmurs settled deep within his daughter's ****,

"Y-yes daddy..."

It was but the start of a very fruitful breeding journey.

Stefano's will hardened again, trying to reinforce his hypnotic hold over Rebecca's mind. The dark urges stirring inside him ate at his very reason, harnessing the corruption, the ring's fallen divinity... Nothing came without a price.