Angrily

Katarina didn't cry when her father died right before her. At the moment she only had one thing on her mind, to take ****.

She stormed up the stairs, not caring if the demon heard her or not. She vaguely heard a cry for her to wait but she ignored it. Up the stairs, two at a time with loud stomps, she reached the top and immediately went for her parent's bedroom.

She slammed her shoulder into it, spear up and ready to charge whatever was inside.

Sitting on the edge of the bed and facing Katarina, a demon who looked to be taller than herself was naked. He was extremely lean with scarlet skin and muscles that seemed to stretch his skin. Large curled horns protruded from the sides of his bald head. She could see the demon's veins under its skin. His form sickened him.

At his feet, a woman with long wavy red hair down to her buttocks sat on her knees, servicing the demon's cock. Her head was bobbing back and forth making her luxurious hair swish with her movements. The demon looked up at the disturbance, his small beady eyes widened at the sight of Katarina.

Recognising her familiar features to the older woman at his feet.

"Come to join your mother? Or would you rather join your father?" He said with a smirk.