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Fear freezes you solidly in place on the stairs.

With tentative eyes, you gaze past Melissa, to the fully healed form of her father, the sneering sex demon.

“Daddy’s home!” Clawed fingers grip his unnatural girth, stroking himself furiously as he grits his fangs in impending orgasm.

“Melissa! Up the stairs!” As the stunned girl seems too slow to react, you grab her by the tee shirt and yank her hard up the stairs, right as her father roars and shoots his load of infectious semen. She escapes the blast of foul cum launched at her face by inches.

“Aah!” she yells, landing into the stairs back first next to you. She struggles with her torn shirt to keep herself covered as you barrier yourself between her and her fallen father.

Robert hisses angrily at you. “You’ve got nerve, fuckhead,” the demon spits out, spreading his wings wide. “First you run me down, then you blind me, you kidnap my daughter, and now you invade my home!”

“Hell is your home!” you spit back.

“Home is what you make of it.” He breaks eye contact with you, focusing his gaze upon Melissa. “Isn’t that right, Princess?”

You wonder what he’s up to, until you feel Melissa’s shirt fall loose in your grip.

She rises slowly to her feet, her eyes wavering and glassy as she begins descending the stairs. Her well-molded bare breasts bounce ever so slightly with each damning step.

“Shit,” you curse. “She’s your daughter, you sick fuck!”

“She,” Robert rasps, eyes ablaze, “is flesh, a pussy to be penetrated. She will be my daughter when Satan has embraced her!” His forked tongue moistens crimson lips at the sight of Melissa’s bounty. “Father knows best!”

Frantic, you stumble down the stairs, grabbing her bare arm and shaking her in desperation. “Snap out of it, damn it!” You panic for a moment, wondering how you’ll be able to prevent Melissa’s literal descent.

As the incubus begins closing the distance with the offer of a poisonous embrace, you catch sight of something alongside the banister. Adrenaline fuels your leaning grab of the coat rack, winter jackets and all, as you hoist it over the rail and drive the peak right into Robert’s chest.

“Urrrgh!” Strangely enough, his chest wound smokes and chafes. He tumbles down the stairs, flailing in pain.

You look at the bent shaft of the rack and the bloody jackets that caught his infectious blood spray, noting with a smirk the gold bulb at its crown. Finally, you’ve stumbled on a weakness!

“Happy Father’s Day, fuckhead!” you bellow, dropping the makeshift weapon down the flight as you seize a stunned Melissa by the shoulder. “C’mon, we’ve gotta find Angela and your mom!”

“Angela? Mom?” She rubs her eyes, waking from her hypnotic daze. “Oh God! Is that...”

“No, he’s not your dad anymore. C’mon, we’ve gotta move before he gets up!”

The pair of you race urgently up the stairs, where you nearly crash into the girls’ mother at the top.

“What’s going on?!” Where’s Angela?!”

“Move!” you bellow, unaware that the incubus on the floor below has stirred. He springs to his feet and swoops up the stairs, snarling in absolute rage.

Before you can react to anything, the girls’ mother shoves Melissa and yourself in the direction of the upstairs hallway. As you both stumble, she wheels around on the follow through, right as her husband crashes down upon her.

“Aaahhh!” she screams in pain, crashing chest-first into the carpet and flailing beneath her evil husband. Her screams are only amplified by the sudden, violent thrust of his cock through her panties and deep inside her snatch.

“NNOOOO!!” Melissa shrieks in anger, and it’s all you can do to hold her back. She reels on the verge of tears as the face of her mother turns from pain to fear to euphoria.

“Let’s get outta here!” You yank her down the hall, trying to take her away from the distracted patriarch, and her mother’s lewd discourse as she is mercilessly rutted.

At the end of the hall, the door to Angela’s room rests wide open. As you prepare to enter, she walks calmly and almost sensually to the doorway, dressed only in a loose robe, open and spread to unveil her nakedness.

“A...Angie?” Melissa stammers. “What the...” Angela giggles in response as she hugs the doorway.

“We heard an orgasm,” you blurt out. “Was that you?”

“Mmm, yeah. Right at dawn’s first light. Not, let’s get out of here, while we can.” Before either of you can interject, she turns and walks casually into her room, not bothering to fasten her robe as she walks.

You and Melissa fearfully exchange glances. Angela has already climaxed, and while she looks much the same, she already seems so different. You need to escape, but can you trust Angela enough to take her with you?

You hear a female shriek in orgasm down the hall. You must decide, and right now!