Shower sex!

STEAM AND SUBMISSION – THE DAUGHTER’S BREAKING POINT

The Threshold – Water and Weakness

Time was a cruel fucking joke.

The clock on the bathroom wall ticked toward the inevitable—school, responsibility, the pretense of normalcy. Stefano’s patience snapped like a dry twig under a jackboot.

"Shower. Now. We’re fucking late."

His growl rumbled through the cramped apartment, shaking dust from the ceiling fan. Rebecca’s legs wobbled as he dragged her toward the bathroom, her body still convulsing from the thirty-sixth rep orgasm he’d ripped from her cunt.

"I… fuck, Dad… I can’t even walk…"

Liar.

His daughter's shorts were soaked through—cotton clinging transparent to swollen lips, the young woman's arousal mixing with his precum in a sticky glaze that painted her inner thighs. Emerald eyes darted between his face and the monstrous bulge in his sweatpants, curiosity and exhaustion warring behind blown pupils.

Stefano smirked, claws flexing against her hip. "You’ll move when I say, baby girl."

Hypnotic compulsion slithered into her synapses, thick as the pheromones saturating her every breath. Her resistance crumbled like wet paper. One trembling step. Then another.

The bathroom door slammed shut behind them, sealing their sins in porcelain and steam.

The Steam – A Veil Over Sin

Water hissed from the showerhead like a nest of angry serpents. Stefano cranked the dial to scalding—punishment or purification, who fucking knew?—and steam billowed thick within seconds, fogging the mirror until their reflections blurred into obscurity.

Clothes hit the tile in wet slaps.

Stefano stood bare, his lean frame glistening under the spray, scales shimmering faintly along his forearms and shoulders like living armor. Violet embers pulsed in his chest, casting eerie highlights across the Osiris tattoo sprawling over his pectorals—a living map of conquests, each line thrumming with stolen Yin Qi.

And his cock.

Seventeen inches of veined incubus fury, swaying heavy between his thighs, its flushed crown already beading thick precum that dripped onto the shower floor.

Rebecca hesitated at the threshold, fingers twisting in the hem of her tank top.

"Dad… t-together?"

Her voice was small—too small for the tomboyish athlete who dominated Piedmont’s juvenile soccer leagues. But her eyes? Those emerald pools locked onto his cock with a hunger that mirrored the ache between her own thighs.

"Get naked, slut."

No request.

A velvet whip crack of command laced with hypnotic compulsion.

Cotton peeled away like bandages from a wound. Tank top. Sports bra. Soaked shorts. Pale skin emerged inch by porcelain inch—slender waist flaring into hips too wide for her narrow shoulders, a body built for speed and stolen pleasure.

Stefano drank the sight like fine wine.

Her B-cup tits were perky, nipples already stiff from steam and stolen glances. The real masterpiece was lower—that fucking ass, round and high like twin moons, jiggling with every tremble as she stepped under the spray.

"Wash my back."

Another command. Another thread of resistance snapped.

The Washing – Hands and Hunger

Small hands trembled against Stefano’s scales, soap suds sliding down the ridges of his demonic musculature. Rebecca’s touch was featherlight at first, fingers tracing the Osiris tattoo like a blind woman reading braille.

"Fuck… you’re so hard… everywhere…"

Her whisper was equal parts awe and fear. The tattoo pulsed violet under her fingertips, drinking her innocent fascination like whiskey.

Stefano grunted, cock twitching against his abdomen. "Harder, you little tease."

Nails scraped lightly over his shoulder blades, each pass sending jolts of pleasure-pain down his spine. Her tight body pressed closer unconsciously, budding tits brushing his lower back, pussy radiating heat despite the scalding water.

"Dad… it’s so hot…"

Not the water.

This.

The taboo. The stolen glances. The way her clit throbbed when his claws flexed.

Stefano turned abruptly, pinning her against slick tile. Water sluiced between them, steam curling around their faces like a lover’s breath.

"Your turn, you horny slut."

Claws traced the dip of her spine, slow and deliberate, leaving faint red trails that faded almost instantly under the spray. Rebecca’s breath hitched as those talons grazed the swell of her ass—

"Fuck… don’t stop…"

—then lower, skating along her inner thigh.

Her moan shattered against the tiles as his other hand circled her throat, not ****—claiming.

"Feel me, baby girl."

Hypnotic pheromones saturated the steam, thick as the precum smearing her thigh where his cock brushed against her.

"Dad… it’s too much…"

Liar.

Her pussy said otherwise, lips glistening under the spray, clit swollen to a needy pearl.

The Edge – Begging and Breeding

"Rub me."

Another compulsion. Another thread snapped.

Shaky hands slid down Stefano’s abdomen, fingers brushing the base of his cock like it was the fucking Holy Grail.

"Dad… it’s so big…"

Her whisper was wrecked, voice cracking as her palm tentatively circled his girth. Precum smeared her wrist, pearly and thick, the scent of corrupted seed flooding the shower stall.

Stefano’s claws dug into her ass, lifting her slight until her thighs bracketed his cock.

"Grind it, slut."

She obeyed with a whimper, toned legs clamping around him as she rocked forward. The first drag of her slick pussy along his length drew a ragged scream—

"Fuck! It’s burning me!"

—but she didn’t stop.

Couldn’t stop.

Hypnosis and pheromones and him—his strength, his scent, the way his claws flexed against her ass—drove her past reason.

Steam choked the air as their bodies moved in filthy sync, her cunt dripping down his shaft, his precum painting her thighs.

"Beg for it, baby."

His deep baritone rich with hypnotic charisma.

Rebecca’s lips trembled, words dissolving into mindless babble. "Dad… please… I need…"

"Need what?"

A claw teased her clit, circling just shy of contact.

Her back arched violently. "Your cock! Fuck, please, b-breed your stupid slut—!"

The admission shattered her. Tears mixed with shower spray as the pale vixen's orgasm hit—not the broken climax from the pull-up bar, but something deeper, darker, hers.

"HOLY SHIT! F-FUCK!!"

Stefano watched through half-lidded eyes as his daughter came apart on his cock, her cunt gushing over his length without penetration, her mind breaking under the weight of her own need.

Water rinsed away the evidence.

But not the hunger.

Not the promise in his smirk as he turned off the spray.

"School’s waiting, baby girl."