Rebecca and Stefano have a sweet morning workout!

The Workout – A Father’s Corruption, A Daughter’s Submission

Morning Run – Torino, Via Frejus

The early morning air in Torino was crisp, the kind that bit at the lungs just enough to remind Stefano he wasn’t as young as he used to be. The cobblestone streets of Via Frejus glistened with dew, the faint hum of the waking city a distant murmur as he stretched his legs at the doorstep of their modest apartment.

"Strange... I don't feel sleepy at all."

The Osiris Ring's fallen divinity had retreated as the first rays of dawn spilled across the city's skyline, the middle-aged archeologist incubus form came undone yet it seemed breeding had become a much more effective way to recharge than sleep. The sex demon's vitality rose with each womb he pumped full of cum...

"Hoora!"

The middle-aged man's musings were cut off by a bright red imp jumping into his vision.

"Nevermind, let's focus on her..."

Rebecca bounced on the balls of her feet beside him, the young woman's breath visible in the cold air. She wore loose grey sweatpants that did little to hide the sway of her wide hips when she moved, paired with an oversized Torino FC hoodie that slipped off one pale shoulder. His daughter's red hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, a few rebellious strands sticking to her flushed cheeks.

"Ready, Dad?" she asked, grinning up at him with those emerald eyes—bright, eager, innocent.

Stefano adjusted the Osiris ring on his finger, the bronze band warm against his skin despite the morning chill. The demonic relic pulsed faintly, a slow, rhythmic throb that synced with his heartbeat.

"Let’s take it slow," he said, rolling his shoulders. "Just a few laps around the block."

Rebecca nodded, falling into step beside him as they started their jog.

The Pheromone Effect

Stefano wasn’t running at full speed—not yet. He kept his pace measured, letting Rebecca match him stride for stride. But even at this low intensity, his incubus physiology was at work.

His sweat carried the faintest trace of her.

Aphrodisiac pheromones, subtle but insidious, seeped into the air around them. Rebecca’s breathing hitched after the first kilometer, her cheeks flushing a deeper pink. She didn’t realize why.

She just knew she felt warm.

"You okay?" Stefano asked, glancing at her sidelong.

"Mhm," she murmured, biting her lip. "Just… getting into it."

Her thighs rubbed together slightly as she ran, the friction making her shiver. Stefano’s enhanced senses caught the scent of her arousal—subtle, sweet, ****.

The ring pulsed again.

Good.

Back Home – Hands-On Training

By the time they returned, Rebecca was panting, her hoodie damp with sweat. She tugged it off without thinking, revealing a tight-fitting sports bra beneath, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide the pert swell of her small breasts.

Stefano’s gaze lingered for half a second too long before he **** himself to look away.

"Alright," he said, rolling out a yoga mat in the living room. "Time for some core work."

Rebecca dropped onto the mat beside him, stretching her arms overhead with a soft groan. The movement arched her back, her toned stomach flexing, the waistband of her sweatpants dipping low enough to reveal the faintest trail of red hair leading downward.

Stefano’s jaw tightened.

"Let’s start with planks," he said, his voice rougher than he intended.

Rebecca obeyed, lowering herself onto her elbows, her ass rising slightly as she held the position. Stefano mirrored her, his forearms braced against the mat, his body parallel to hers.

Too close.

Her scent was stronger now—warm skin, sweat, and something deeper.

"How’s my form?" she asked breathlessly, glancing at him from beneath her lashes.

Stefano swallowed.

"Hips lower," he instructed, reaching out to adjust her.

His hand settled on the small of her back, his fingers splaying across her sweat-slick skin. The contact sent a jolt through both of them. Rebecca gasped, her muscles tensing.

"D-Dad—"

Stefano didn’t pull away.

Breed

Corrupt

Dominate

The antediluvian relic burned on his left hand.

The Corruption Deepens

Rebecca’s breathing grew uneven, her slender body trembling beneath his corrupt touch. Stefano’s fingers trailed lower, skimming the waistband of her sweatpants.

"You’re doing great," he murmured, his deep baritone thick with something darker.

Rebecca whimpered, the redhead vixen's wide hips shifting unconsciously.

"I—I don’t think this is part of the workout," she whispered, but she didn’t pull away.

Stefano’s other hand found her hip, his grip firm.

"It is now."

The Osiris ring flared, its violet light seeping into Rebecca’s pale skin.

"Nnngh!"

Her back arched, the pale vixen's luscious red lips falling open in a silent gasp as the brand on her hip reacted, glowing in tandem with the relic.

"Huu..."

Her resistance crumbled.

"Daddy…"

Stefano flipped her onto her back, his towering frame casting a dark shadow over his daughter's petite body.

The workout was over.

Now it was time to breed.