Just the tip

The bathroom was rife with corruption, the air thick with steam and something darker—something hungry. The mirror had long since fogged over, the glass weeping condensation as if ashamed of the depravity unfolding behind it.

*PLAP*

The showerhead hissed, its spray a distant afterthought, drowned out by the slick, rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh, the primal symphony of a father claiming his daughter.

*PLAP!*

Rebecca’s back arched against the tiled wall, her nails scraping against the slick surface, her breath coming in ragged, whimpering gasps. The water cascaded over her lithe frame, tracing the curves of her body like a lover’s tongue, but it was nothing compared to the heat of her father’s throbbing cock grinding against her toned ass.

*PLAP*

Stefano’s hips snapped forward, his thick length sliding between her thighs, the swollen head of his cock catching on her swollen lips, teasing, taunting.

“O-oh my god…” Rebecca’s voice was a broken whine, her thick thighs trembling, the redhead vixen's body betraying her. “W-what if—what if it slips inside?”

*PLAP!!*

The words were barely out of her mouth before Stefano growled, his fingers digging into her hips, the incubus' massive prick throbbing against her rosy virgin asshole.

“You want it to,” he rasped, his voice rough with lust, his breath hot against her ear. “You’ve always wanted it.”

*PLAP*

Rebecca moaned, her hips jerking back instinctively, her pussy clenching around nothing, aching to be filled.

*PLAP*

Stefano’s control snapped.

With a feral snarl, he yanked her back, his cock sliding through her soaked folds, the tip brushing against his daughter's rosebud, testing, teasing.

Rebecca screamed, her body arching, her mind shattering.

“D-daddy—!”

The Mark

Stefano’s hands were everywhere—gripping her hips, squeezing her tits, smearing her arousal across her stomach as he rutted against her like an animal. The incubus' fangs grazed her shoulder, his growls vibrating against her pale skin, his huge cock pulsing with every thrust.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his deep baritone a dark, hypnotic snarl.

Rebecca whimpered, her head lolling back, the redhead vixen's green eyes glazed, her lips parted in a silent plea.

Stefano’s hips stuttered, the middle-aged man's fat cock twitching against her bubble butt—

—and then the first thick rope of cum splashed across her cheek.

Rebecca flinched, her eyes widening as the heat of it seared her skin, the scent—musky, sweet, addictive—flooding her senses.

“S-so much—!” she gasped, her tongue darting out instinctively, catching a stray droplet on her lip.

Her breath hitched.

It was sweet.

So sweet.

Stefano groaned, his cock jerking as he painted her face, her throat, her tits with his release, each pulse of his shaft marking her, claiming her, corrupting her.

“F-fuck—” Rebecca’s voice was wrecked, her pupils blown, her body thrumming with need.

Stefano cupped her cheek, his thumb smearing his cum across her lips, his ring pulsing with dark energy.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice dripping with twisted pride.

The Submission

Rebecca turned fully then, her small hands wrapping around his shaft, her lips pressing a chaste kiss to the swollen head.

“D-Dad…” His daughter's sweet contralto was barely a whisper, her slender body thrumming with submission, her mind drowning in his corruption.

Stefano groaned, his fat cock twitching in her grip, the sinful father's fingers tangling in her wet hair.

“Again,” he ordered, his voice a dark, velvet command.

Rebecca obeyed, her luscious red lips parting, the young beauty's tongue flicking against his glans, lapping up the last drops of his cum with a whimper.

The Osiris ring flared, its power coiling around his daughter's pliant mind, twisting the memory—not erasing it, but reshaping it, ensuring she would crave it, beg for it, need it.

By the time the water ran cold, Rebecca was his.

The Aftermath

Rebecca collapsed against him, her body limp, the young vixen's mind a haze of lust and corruption, her luscious lips bruised from his kisses.

"O-Ohmygod... I can feel it, he... H-He really filled me up... F-Fuck, I'm not even on the pill!" A mental echo, dripping with lust and fear, though the redhead minx was too blissed out to protest.

Stefano held her, his fingers trailing down her spine, his smirk dark with triumph.

“Mine,” he whispered, his voice a promise, what was better than this? Seeing a fat creamy load overflowing from his daughter's gaping pussy?

Breed

Corrupt

Dominate

The fallen divinity sang.