His daughter receives a call from Beatrice, her best friend

The Call – A Daughter’s Secret, A Father’s Mark

The Morning After

Rebecca’s legs trembled as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her fingers gripping the edge of the sink for support. The fluorescent light above flickered slightly, casting pale reflections across her flushed skin.

Her reflection was ruined.

The young woman's red hair was a tangled mess, her luscious lips slightly swollen from Stefano’s bruising kisses. The oversized Torino hoodie she’d thrown on barely covered the fresh bruises on her hips—dark, possessive marks left by her father’s claws.

But the worst part was between her thighs.

"O-Ohmygod."

A thick, creamy trail of Stefano’s cum dripped down the inside of her toned legs, the evidence of their forbidden act impossible to hide. She’d tried to clean herself up, but every time she moved, another warm trickle escaped her tight pussy, reminding her of the 13-inch monster that had split her open less than an hour ago.

"Fuck…" she whispered, biting her lip.

Her phone buzzed on the counter.

Beatrice: "Rebecca??? Where are you? Prof. Moretti is about to take attendance!"

Rebecca’s stomach twisted.

She couldn’t skip. Not today. The Cavour Institute didn’t tolerate tardiness, and finals were coming up.

But how the hell was she supposed to sit through class with her father’s cum leaking out of her?

The Phone Call

Rebecca snatched her phone, the young woman's lithe fingers shaking as she hit answer.

"B-Beatrice—"

Her soft contralto cracked.

"Rebecca?! Jesus, are you okay?" Beatrice’s voice was sharp with concern. "You sound… weird."

Rebecca swallowed hard, her free hand pressing between her toned thighs instinctively. She could feel it, Stefano’s seed, still warm, still thick, oozing against her fingers.

"I-I’m fine," she lied, trying her best to just laugh it off. "Just… running late. Had a rough morning."

"No shit," Beatrice snorted. "Moretti’s in a mood today. If you’re not here in ten, he’s marking you absent."

Rebecca’s breath hitched as another slow trickle escaped her.

"I’ll be there," she promised.

She hung up before Beatrice could ask any more questions.

The Incubus’ Influence

Stefano leaned against the bathroom doorway, watching his daughter with predatory amusement. He’d dressed for work—black slacks, a fitted button-down, the sleeves rolled up to reveal corded forearms. The Osiris ring glinted ominously on his left hand.

"Problem, darling?"

Rebecca’s cheeks burned.

"I—I have to go to school," she stammered, avoiding his gaze. "But I can’t… I can’t stop leaking."

Stefano smirked.

"That’s the point."

He pushed off the doorframe, stalking toward her with slow, deliberate steps. Rebecca’s breath quickened as he crowded her against the sink, his massive frame dwarfing her.

"D-Dad—"

Stefano’s hand slid between her legs, his fingers pressing against her soaked panties. Rebecca whimpered, her thighs clamping around his wrist instinctively.

"Still so wet," he murmured, his voice a dark purr. "You really loved taking Daddy’s cock, didn’t you?"

Rebecca’s face burned hotter.

She had.

That was the worst part.

Even now, her body craved him.

The Mind Control

Stefano’s free hand cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. The Osiris ring pulsed, its violet glow reflecting in Rebecca’s emerald eyes.

"You want to go to school like this," he murmured, his voice layered with hypnotic command. "You love knowing Daddy’s cum is inside you all day. Don’t you?"

Rebecca’s resistance crumbled.

Her pupils dilated, the redhead vixen's luscious lips parting in a soft gasp as the antediluvian relic’s corruption seeped into her mind.

"Y-Yes…"

Stefano smirked.

"Good girl."

He stepped back, adjusting his slacks with a satisfied groan. The bulge beneath the fabric was obscene, the outline of his still-hard cock unmistakable.

"Now hurry up," he said, smacking her ass lightly. "Wouldn’t want you to miss class."

The Walk of Shame

Rebecca’s thighs rubbed together uncomfortably as she hurried down Via Frejus, her backpack slung over one shoulder. Every step sent a fresh wave of Stefano’s cum trickling down her legs, the sensation equal parts shameful and arousing.

"Shitshitshit!!"

Her phone buzzed again.

Beatrice: "Seriously, where ARE you???"

Rebecca bit her lip, typing back with trembling fingers.

"Almost there."

She could feel the stares as she entered the Cavour Institute’s grand courtyard. The other students—mostly rich, polished heirs of Torino’s elite—glanced at her disheveled appearance with raised eyebrows.

But none of them knew the truth.

None of them knew her father’s cum was dripping down her thighs.

The Classroom

Rebecca slid into her seat just as Professor Moretti began roll call.

"Ah!! Finally gracing us with your presence, Bianchi?"

Beatrice shot her a look from across the room, her best friend's storm-grey eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"What the hell happened to you?" she mouthed.

Rebecca **** a smile.

"Long story."

She shifted in her seat, biting back a whimper as Stefano’s hot creamy load sloshed around inside her.

This was going to be a long day.

The Next Target

Across town, Stefano adjusted his tie in the mirror of the Egyptian Museum’s staff bathroom.

His phone buzzed.

Vanessa Bianchi: "What the fuck did you do to my daughter!?"

Stefano’s lips curled into a slow, evil grin.

"Want a taste?"

The hunt continued.