Zeno leaves to do some groceries

The Cuckold's Benediction

"See you later, honey, I'll try to endure his... Presence just for you, hmmph..."

The kiss lingered between them like a slow poison, Mara's lips yielding under Zeno's with a practiced tenderness that made his stomach flutter. Her tongue darted against his—hesitant at first, then with increasing fervor—letting him savor the briny remnants of what he couldn't yet comprehend.

"O-Ohgod... He can taste his dad's cum on my lips. Why is this making me so wet?"

The water she'd drunk diluted the taste, but the underlying musk remained, clinging to her palate like a confession.

Girly cream.

The thought sent a jolt through Zeno's groin, his cock twitching against the damp fabric of his shorts. The cucked boyfriend moaned into her mouth, his hands sliding down to grip the swell of her wide hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh above her panty line. Mara gasped, her curvy body stiffening for a fraction of a second before melting against him, her massive breasts pressing flush against his chest.

"Okay," she breathed when they finally parted, her soft contralto trembling. "I'll try to make this work, and then we'll finally get to be happy."

Her grey eyes shimmered with something unreadable—resignation? Desperation?—before she blinked it away, replacing it with a fragile smile.

"I love you, Zeno."

"I love you too, Mara!"

The words spilled from his lips like a prayer, earnest and oblivious. He didn't see the way her fingers clenched at her sides, nails biting into her palms. Didn't notice the faint tremor in her shoulders as she turned away, her bare feet padding silently back toward the bedroom.

The door creaked open, revealing Ettore still sprawled across the bed, his meaty hand moving beneath the covers in a slow, rhythmic motion. The sheets shifted with each stroke, the outline of his erection unmistakable even through the fabric. His hazel eyes—too gold in this light, weren't they?—locked onto Mara, his grin widening as she stepped inside.

"Took you long enough, slut," he rumbled, his free hand patting the mattress beside him. "Come. Finish what you started."

Mara's breath hitched.

Behind her, Zeno lingered in the hallway, his brow furrowing at the wet slap that echoed from the room—followed by a sharp yelp and Mara's breathless giggle.

Weird.

But the door swung shut before he could investigate, cutting off his view of his father's hand emerging from the sheets, fingers glistening with something that wasn't sweat.

The Raven's Collar

The bedroom air was thick with the scent of sex and something darker—a cloying sweetness that clung to the back of Mara's throat like syrup.

Ettore—Nero—lay propped against the headboard, his cock jutting proudly from his hips, the shaft flushed an angry red. Precum beaded at the tip, the viscous fluid shimmering with an unnatural iridescence.

"On your knees," he commanded, his deep baritone layered with the demon's growl.

Mara's legs folded without conscious thought, her knees hitting the carpet with a dull thud. The rough fibers scraped her skin, the pain a distant echo beneath the pulse throbbing in her skull.

Thump. Thump. THUMP.

Her heartbeat synced with the drip of Nero's arousal onto her collarbone, the scalding fluid searing her skin like a brand.

"Open."

Her jaw unhinged, her lips parting in obedient supplication.

Nero's fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her forward until his cockhead brushed her tongue.

"Lick."

The first taste bloomed across her senses—dark chocolate and rot, the flavor burrowing into her taste buds like a parasite. Mara whimpered, her body arching as the toxin slithered down her throat, coiling in her belly like a serpent.

"Good girl," Nero purred, his claws scraping her scalp. "Now take it."

Her throat opened, her gag reflex vanishing as he hilted himself to the root.

The Cuckold's Delusion

Zeno hummed as he rifled through the kitchen drawers, searching for the grocery list Mara had scribbled earlier. The muffled thumps from the bedroom were easy to ignore—probably just the bedframe knocking against the wall as his dad shifted positions.

Poor guy. His back must really be acting up.

A high-pitched squeal cut through the apartment, followed by Mara's voice—breathless, rapturous—shouting a single, ecstatic word:

"YES!"

Zeno paused, the scrap of paper crumpling in his fist.

What were they...?

But the thought dissolved before it could form, replaced by a warm, syrupy pride.

"That's my baby," he murmured, a dopey grin spreading across his face.

His girlfriend was so good with his dad.

The Raven's Breaking

Nero's hips snapped forward, the old bastard's fat cock bulging Mara's throat with each brutal thrust. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her lips stretched obscenely around his girth, drool pooling beneath her chin.

"Look at you," the demon crooned, his claws digging into her scalp. "Born to serve."

Mara's fingers clawed at his thighs, not to push him away, but to anchor herself as her vision whited at the edges.

Thump. Thump. THUMP.

Her pulse slowed, her lungs no longer burning. The lack of oxygen should have terrified her—

Instead, it freed her.

Her panties soaked through, her clit throbbing in time with Nero's thrusts.

"That's it," he growled, yanking her head back. "Come for me, whore."

The snarl in his voice ripped through her, the hypnotic command bypassing thought entirely.

"O-OHMYGOD, YESS!!"

Mara shattered, her body convulsing as her orgasm wracked her, the cheating girlfriend's cunt drenching the carpet beneath her knees.

"I-I'm cumming!! Cum! M-More, please..."

Nero laughed, his fingers tightening in her hair as the incubus pumped his tainted seed down her throat.

"Swallow."

She obeyed, the voluptuous slut's grey stormy eyes shining with corrupt devotion.

The Cuckold's Departure

The apartment door clicked shut behind Zeno, his cheerful whistle fading down the hallway.

In the bedroom, Nero lifted Mara by the waist, the raven-haired slut's voluptuous body dangling from his grip as the old man impaled her on his fat cock.

"Again," he commanded.

"F-Fuck..."

Mara screamed.

*Plap!*

She only had to endure this a bit more, right?

*Plap!!*

There was no way the pale vixen was enjoying this.

*PLAP!*

Zeno's face became a blur in her hear, the young woman's fiance slowly being replaced by the much more virile old bastard's grinning mask.

"Everything is proceeding smoothly, soon my main body will be able to leave the Breeding Crypt."

From behind Ettore's eyes, Nero mused to himself, the doppelganger had taken over the dirty bastard's mind and body through a secret incubus skill, Shadow Parasite. Mara's shrill contralto broke his reverie,

"O-Ohmygod, yess. Fill me up!!"

Watching the pale beauty's voluptuous ass slam down on his cock was a sight to behold. And soon, he would be able to replicate this corruption across the entire neighbourhood.

Then all of Torino would become the incubus' breeding ground.