Mara asks her boyfriend's dad to breed her

The Raven's Corruption

The bedroom smelled of sex and sweat, the air thick with the musk of their endless coupling. Mara's voluptuous body was a trembling mess beneath Ettore, the cheating girlfriend's curvy thighs slick with arousal and the remnants of his previous releases.

"Such a hungry kitten..."

The old man's cock—thick, veined, and impossibly hard—pressed against her swollen folds, the head catching on her entrance before plunging deep with a single, brutal thrust.

"F-Fuck—!" Mara arched, her back bowing off the mattress as the dirty bastard filled her, the stretch burning in the most delicious way.

Ettore's hands dug into the soft flesh of her wide hips, the old geezer's rough fingers bruising as he yanked her closer, hilting himself to the root. His hazel eyes—glowing with Nero's demonic influence—burned into hers, the hunger in them primal and possessive.

"Mine," he growled, his voice layered with the incubus's guttural purr. "This pussy is mine now, girl. Say it."

Mara whimpered, her nails scrabbling at the sheets.

No.

This was wrong.

Zeno—

But Ettore rolled his hips, his fat cock grinding against her spot, and the protest died in her throat, replaced by a broken moan.

"Y-Yours," she panted, the words torn from her. "A-All yours, Daddy—!"

Ettore's grin was feral, his thrusts stuttering as her confession sent a thrill through him.

"Fuck yes," he snarled, his pace quickening, his balls slapping against her ass with every pounding stroke. "Zeno's never getting this pussy back. You understand me, girl? Never."

Mara's breath hitched, her cunt clenching around him as the claim sent a shiver down her spine.

Zeno.

Her sweet, oblivious Zeno.

The thought should have gutted her.

But Nero's corruption was a living thing, coiling around her spine, pulsing in time with Ettore's thrusts.

This was what Zeno wanted.

Right?

Her doubt lasted only a second before Ettore angled deeper, the head of his cock grinding against her spot with sadistic precision.

Mara sobbed, her body arching as another orgasm wrecked her, her cunt clenching around him in helpless pleasure.

"D-Daddy..." she whimpered, the cheating slut's erotic contralto breaking as she fought for coherence. "I want... Fuck, I want... I want you to cum in me again..."

She twisted, just enough to catch his gaze over her shoulder, the voluptuous milf's grey stormy eyes pleading.

"Please... breed me, Daddy?"

The request was filthy, her tone innocent, and Ettore's control shattered.

His hips stuttered, the dirty bastard's cock twitching inside her as his release surged—

—and then—

Something shifted.

The demonic glow in Ettore's eyes flickered, the golden light dimming just enough for the real Ettore to surface.

The old man's face contorted, his wrinkled cheeks damp with sudden tears. The sinful father's thin lips opened in a silent scream, his body trembling as Nero loosened his hypnotic leash—just enough to let him feel it.

Regret.

"Stop this..."

Betrayal.

Just enough to let him know.

"N-No—" Ettore choked, his deep baritone cracking with horror. "M-My boy—Z-Zeno—"

But then—

Lust.

Pure, unadulterated lust.

Ettore's resistance crumbled, his desire for Mara erupting like a volcano, scorching away the last of his morality.

"MINE," he roared, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor, the old bastard's fat cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her.

Thick, tainted seed flooded Mara's depths, spilling into her hungry womb in gallons, the sheer volume made the lustful slut's stomach bulge.

"Oooooooh goooooooooood!"

Her scream echoed through the apartment, raw and unrestrained, the pale vixen's voluptuous body convulsing as the incubus's corruption seeped deeper, twisting Mara's pliant mind.

Breed

Corrupt

Dominate

Ettore collapsed atop her, his breath ragged against her neck.

And then—

A whisper.

"I... I love you," the old man breathed, his voice broken but certain.

Mara's heart shattered.

But Nero's laughter echoed in her skull, drowning out the guilt.

The Raven's Cleansing

The sound of the front door clicking open jolted Mara from her stupor.

Zeno.

"O-Oh no..."

Home.

She scrambled out from under Ettore's limp form, the cheating slut's legs were still numb, shaking as she staggered to the bathroom.

The mirror reflected her ravaged state—her raven locks were a tangle of sweat and cum, the voluptuous vixen's skin still flushed from the repeated breeding, her fat J-cup tits glistening with drying seed.

"I-It’s like I took a fucking cum bath…"

Her soft contralto was hoarse, the young woman's throat raw from screaming.

A traitorous thrill sparked in her chest as she dragged a finger through the mess between her cleavage, collecting a thick glob of cum before bringing it to her lips.

The taste was addicting—sweet yet tangy, with a dark, spicy undertone that burned down her throat.

Nero's tainted seed, the old man's bitter cum...

"D-Disgusting..."

Yes, she should have felt that way, instead...

"Nnghh!!"

Mara moaned, the pale vixen's knees buckling as the heat between her curvy thighs flared again.

No.

She had to—

Zeno was home.

She fumbled with the shower, the water scalding as she scrubbed at her skin, **** to wash away the evidence.

But some stains lingered—invisible to the eye, but searing against her soul.

A large t-shirt and a thong were all she bothered with, the fabric clingy enough to tease, but modest enough to placate.

Zeno wouldn't notice.

He never did.

With a deep breath, Mara stepped out of the bedroom, leaving her old lover behind to greet her real love.

Zeno hummed as he unpacked groceries, his smile bright as he glanced up at her.

"Hey, baby! How was your day?"

Mara's lips curved into a perfect smile.

"Productive."