For now...

He turned from Vanessa, claws scraping the pool’s edge as the incubus hauled himself out, water streaming from his towering frame. “Stay,” he hissed, the command locking her in place, the voluptuous milf's whimpers following him as he staggered toward the apartment building.

"Breed... I-I mean, let's go back."

Nine floors up, Rebecca waited—his daughter, his sin. The ring’s corrupt fire burned hotter, reforging him from the inside out, the middle-aged man's physique cycling between steel and flesh, each step heavier, more certain.

"Steady..."

He climbed the fire escape, claws digging into metal, the night’s chill useless against his smoldering skin.

The window to his bedroom was still open, and he slipped inside like a ghost, the room dark except for the faint glow of his tattoo. Rebecca’s scent hit him—citrus, sweat, her—and his incubus senses screamed, catching her presence in the living room, awake, moving.

"She resisted."

Fuck.

He’d ordered her to sleep, but the command was weak, Stefano's hypnotic hold sloppy, and her curiosity, the redhead vixen's fertile pink glow of her womb was a blade at his throat.

"Shitshitshit..."

He cracked the bedroom door, and there she was, pacing, her red hair loose, his oversized tee slipping off one shoulder, revealing the curve of her collarbone.

"Where did he go? I-I can't believe he just up and left... was that him who did that massive splash? that can't be, it must be some kind of coincidence, we are at the ninth floor for fuck's sake!!"

Suddenly the slender beauty's emerald eyes flicked up, catching his silhouette, and they flickered purple, just for a second, before narrowing with worry. “D-Dad? You’re back… what happened?” Her soft contralto was carring, but it carried that honeyed edge, the same tone she’d used when she’d lifted her shirt, bare and wanting.

"..."

Stefano’s claws twitched, the ring’s whispers roaring: Take her. She’s yours.

The incubus' body burned, his scales glinted as the moonlight spilled through the blinds, violet flames licked at his chest, but his mind clung to her.

She was his daughter—his Rebecca, not his prey.

“Stay there,” he growled, his deep baritone laced with hypnotic charisma but fraying, torn between command and plea.

"Huuu...."

She froze, the pale vixen's luscious red lips parting, and the air thickened, charged with a tension that could break them both.

The Hunter’s Dawn

The bedroom air was thick, heavy with the scent of Rebecca’s citrus perfume and Stefano’s own smouldering pheromone musk, a primal tang that clung to his scaled skin like a second shadow.

Breed

Dominate

Corrupt

The Osiris Ring pulsed on the incubus' claw-tipped finger, its violet glow syncing with the tattoo sprawled across his gut—a swirling, living mark that burned with every ragged breath.

"Maybe this was a bad... idea. F-fuck..."

His body was a furnace, black scales glinting under the dim lamplight, muscles twitching beneath a frame that cycled between mortal bulk and chiseled power. His gut shrank to rippling steel, then bulged back, each shift leaner, as if the antediluvian relic's powers were sculpting him into the Apex Breeding Hunter.

"Nnghh!"

Rebecca stood frozen in the living room doorway, her emerald eyes wide, flickering with a purple haze from his earlier command—“Stay there”—the redhead vixen's loose tee slipping to bare one shoulder, the curve of her collarbone a taunt to the beast inside him.

Stefano’s claws flexed, the ring’s whispers a deafening roar: Take her. Breed her. But her face—his daughter, his light—cut through the haze, and he clung to it, a drowning man grasping driftwood.

“Strip,” he growled, his deep baritone raw, hypnotic, testing the ring’s grip on her will.

Rebecca’s hands moved, slow, dazed, lifting the tee to reveal toned abs, the young woman's breath hitching as the fabric hit the floor. The sight—those sweet curves, her gentle heat—sent a jolt through him, his incubus senses screaming, catching the fertile pulse of her womb as if it were right before.

Fuck.

He was slipping, the ring’s corruption sinking claws into his soul. “Stop,” he barked, his voice hoarse, and the slender beauty's hands froze, her emerald eyes clearing as she blinked, confused.

"Huu... w-what happened?"

Stefano’s chest heaved, guilt and hunger at war.

He couldn’t do this—not to her, his Rebecca, his whole damn world. “Bed. Now,” he commanded, pouring every ounce of the Osiris Ring’s power into his voice, softening it with intent. “Sleep deep, sweetheart. Let it all go—stress, worry, everything. Wake up strong.”

Her green eyes fluttered, purple fading to emerald, and she nodded, murmuring, “Okay, Dad…” She turned, swaying slightly, and vanished into her room, the door clicking shut.

"Huu..."

Stefano stood rooted, claws digging into the doorframe, splintering wood. The hypnosis had worked—better than he’d feared.

"I need to... get away from here."

He sensed her even now, his daughter's breathing slowing, her slender body sinking into a rest deeper than any she’d known. Rebecca's soft contralto hit him hard,

"O-Oh, daddy..."

The ring had uses, dark but not all evil; it could help her, sharpen his darling's focus, her strength. But these things weren’t enough to quiet the beast.

Breed

Dominate

Corrupt

His body burned, violet flames licking his chest, scales hardening as the ring’s hieroglyphs spread up his arms. Rebecca was safe—for now—but the night called, a siren’s song of hunger and power.

"Vanessa... that slut must be down there, waiting."

He couldn’t stay, not with his daughter's scent still lingering, her trust a blade at his throat. He slipped through the window, merging into the night, his towering frame a shadow of smoke and flame.

The city hummed below, alive with prey, and the ring purred:

Hunt.