Let's give a welcome to Beatrice, Vanessa's pale blonde daughter

The Will of the Chosen – A Feast of Submission

The garden was thick with the scent of sex and the electric crackle of Stefano’s power. Moonlight spilled over Vanessa’s naked, trembling form as she knelt before him, raving, still lost in the night's breeding pleasures.

Stefano loomed over her, his scaled body a masterpiece of predatory grace—every muscle defined, every movement calculated. The Osiris ring pulsed on his finger, its violet light casting eerie shadows across his chiseled abdomen, the swirling tattoo now settled into his flesh like a brand of ownership. His cock, still half-hard and glistening with Vanessa’s saliva, twitched as he watched her squirm.

"Rise," he commanded, his voice a velvet blade laced with hypnotic power.

Vanessa obeyed instantly, her legs shaky as she stood, her full breasts swaying with each unsteady breath. Her nipples were hard, pebbled from the cool night air and the lingering aftershocks of her orgasm. The blonde milf didn’t dare cover herself—not when his will held her in place, not when every inch of her body ached for his touch again.

Stefano’s golden eyes burned with satisfaction as he stepped closer, his claws tracing a slow, teasing path down her collarbone, over the swell of her breast, stopping just short of her nipple.

"Tell me what you want," he purred, his voice weaving deeper into her mind, tightening the chains of her trance.

Vanessa whimpered, her hips rocking forward instinctively, her cunt clenching around nothing.

"Y-You," she gasped. "I want… I need you inside me again. Please, Stefano—fuck me."

Stefano’s lips curled into a fanged smirk.

"Good girl."

The Daughter’s Corruption

A soft gasp cut through the night.

Stefano didn’t need to turn to know who it was—Beatrice. Vanessa’s daughter stood frozen at the garden’s edge, her stormy grey eyes wide, her lips parted in shock. She was one of Rebecca's classmates, her body slender but ripe, her blonde hair catching the moonlight like a halo. The golden fertile glow of her virgin womb... The incubus drooled as he observed his next breeding prey.

"M-Mom?!" Beatrice’s voice was a strangled whisper, her gaze darting between Vanessa’s naked, debauched form and Stefano’s towering, scaled frame. Her stormy, grey eyes were dangerously drawn to the incubus' throbbing cock, unable to look at anything else but the leaking globs of tainted cum dripping down onto the grass, staining the garden with corrupt demonic dew.

Vanessa didn’t react—too deep in her trance, too lost in Stefano’s power. The blonde milf was too drunk on her incubus lover's aphrodisiac pheromones.

Stefano, however, smiled.

"What a great start for our first Breeding Hunt..."