Licking Him

Marissa tried to ignore the question, mentally she couldn't believe what she was doing, but she just couldn't bring herself to stop.

Until her father stepped back, his cock just out of her reach of her out stretched tongue.

“Well Marissa?” Tony scolded stroking his shaft slowly, unaware of it taunting his daughter.

“Daddy, may I taste your cock?” Caitlin asked almost giddy at the gaze she was getting from Marissa as their father turned and Caitlin seductively and mockingly licked up the 12” shaft lavishly before swallowing it

Caitlin turned to grin at Marissa, knowing the inner conflict Marissa now had Caitlin involving herself in.

“Mmmm…” Caitlin purred, Sylvia affectionately stroking her hair while kissing Tony.

“If only both our daughters were such proud sluts.” Sylvia moaned with a side glance to Marissa, she could smell Marissa's body betraying any remnant resistant thought.

“Untie me.” The words were stern, adamant and promising. Marissa glared at her sister thinking of nothing more than beating her to making their father cum. Just like how she almost beat the succubus bitch to being turned.

An excited chill surge down her back. Biting her lip all she wanted was to lay her father down and as she rode atop him make him cum.

Her uncorrupted thoughts scrambled in a panic, rebuffed by the lucid idea dancing at the forefront of Marissa's mind.

Sauntering over, her mother paused to gaze deep into her eyes. Sylvia's demonic enlightenment helping her gaze into the turmoil of her daughter's soul and with a bite of her lip saw her daughter's ravenous intentions.

Making out passionately with Marissa, Sylvia blindly reached out and snapped the binds holding her wrists. Guiding Marissa to sit up she pressed her body against Marissa's, relishing her daughter's mouth as it resumed its mindless quest under the sexual haze of Marissa's mind.

As the ankle bindings were ripped free Marissa pushed her mother over, glaring up through Sylvia's legs, and large breasts as she dove down to suck on the clit of the vagina that had birthed her.

Smiling at the ecstatic scream of her mother, Marissa stopped and crudely rolled the glamoured succubus off the bed crawling forward to stop at the edge of the bed.

A knot spun in her gut, her resistant thoughts and emotions rallying for one last attempt to pull her away and try to save what was left of herself.

Her father's appearance failing to veil just how far he had left to fall.

The corruption within her simply appealing to her dark perversions.

Don't you want to take his soul too?