Mara proves her qualifications

The Raven's Breeding

The moment stretched between them like a noose—Ettore's cock twitching against Mara's flushed cheek, his golden eyes burning with something ancient and hungry. The air smelled of sweat and musk, of salt and something darker, something that coiled in Mara's lungs like smoke.

"Is this still good enough, Daddy?"

Her voice was small, trembling. The words tasted wrong in her mouth, but the way Ettore's grin widened sent a thrill down her spine anyway.

"I don't know," he mused, his calloused fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. "Big, full balls run in the family. You're gonna need to change up your technique if you're ever gonna keep my son properly drained."

Mara winced.

She knew what he meant.

And worse—Zeno had made it sound like he wanted this too.

Her hesitation lasted only a second before Ettore's hands were on her, yanking the flimsy camisole over her head, the fabric tearing at the seams as he bared her to him. The cool air prickled her skin, her nipples pebbling under his ravenous gaze.

"Such a sexy voluptuous body," Ettore growled, his palms groping her tits with a possessiveness that made the pale beauty squeal. "You really cleaned up nice, didn't you? Zeno's a lucky boy."

Mara's breath hitched, her back arching as his thumbs flicked over her nipples. The pinch of pain melted into pleasure, the cheating girlfriend's curvy body betraying her as a soft moan slipped past her luscious red lips.

No.

This wasn't—

But Ettore wasn't waiting for permission.

His weight pressed her into the mattress, his thick frame caging her beneath him. His lips crushed against hers in a kiss that was more claim than affection, his tongue plundering her mouth with a ferocity that left her dizzy.

Mara's hands clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into the coarse hair there as he devoured her.

"You know what Daddy wants to hear, baby," he breathed against her lips, his cock grinding against her bare stomach, leaving a slick trail of precum on her skin. "Do you want Daddy to fuck your innocent little pussy?"

Mara's mind screamed.

No.

Never.

This is wrong—

But her body was burning, her thighs spreading on their own, her hips lifting in silent invitation.

"YES!" The word burst from her, raw and ****, her voice breaking on the syllable.

Ettore's grin was triumphant.

And then—

Something shifted.

His golden eyes flickered, the demonic glow dimming for just a moment—just long enough for the real Ettore to surface.

The old man's face contorted, his wrinkled cheeks damp with sudden tears. His mouth opened in a silent scream, his body trembling as the incubus loosened its grip—just enough to let him feel it.

Just enough to let him know.

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

But Nero's influence was a vice, and the demon slammed the old man back down, his body jerking as control was ripped away again.

"Too late, old man," Nero purred through Ettore's lips, his hips rolling forward, the thick head of his cock notching against Mara's dripping entrance. "She's mine now."

Mara whimpered, the voluptuous slut's lithe fingers clutching at the sheets as Ettore pushed inside.

The stretch was unbearable, her tight walls fighting the invasion even as her curvy body yielded.

"F-Fuck—" she gasped, her back arching off the bed as the old man hilted himself in one brutal thrust.

*Plap!*

*Plap!!*

*Plap!*

Ettore groaned, the dirty bastard's hips stuttering as her cunt clamped around him, milking his length with sinful pulses.

"T-That's it," he growled, the incubus' hypnotic growl wavering between the old man's broken sobs and the demon's dark amusement. "Take all of Daddy's cock, baby."

Mara's vision whited out, her nails raking down his back as he pounded into her with reckless abandon.

Thump. Thump. THUMP.

Her heartbeat hammered in her ears, the young woman's breath coming in shallow gasps as Ettore rutted into her like an animal, the old geezer's hips snapping forward with enough **** to jolt her up the bed.

"S-So tight," he grunted, his fingers digging into her wide childbearing hips hard enough to bruise. "Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna make sure my son knows exactly who ruined you."

Mara screamed, her voluptuous body convulsing as another orgasm ripped through her, the cheating slut's cunt fluttering around his fat cock in helpless pleasure.

"OHMYGOD!! YES!"

Ettore roared, his release flooding her depths, his tainted seed spilling into her in thick, pulsing ropes.

"M-Mine," he snarled, his hips grinding against hers as he emptied himself inside her. "All mine."

Mara's body went limp, the raven-haired beauty's mind fogging over as the heat of his creamy, thick cum seeped into her, the demon's corruption sinking deeper with every drop.

"Huu..."

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

And then—

A whisper.

"I'm... s-sorry..."

The old man's **** cry.

Tears dripped onto her shoulder.

Mara's mind was too far gone to care anymore.

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

"Again," the demon commanded.

And Ettore's body obeyed like a broken puppet.

The Cuckold's Ignorance

Zeno hummed as he unpacked the groceries, the thumps and moans from the bedroom nothing more than white noise to his conditioned ears.

Dad must be stretching again.

Good for him.

He smiled, setting the steak in the fridge before whistling his way to the couch.

Mara was gonna be such a good wife.