The redhead vixen has some doubts...

Breakfast, Shower, and Doubt: A Daughter's Addiction

The Shared Shower

Steam curled through the bathroom, fogging the mirrors as Rebecca knelt under the spray, the redhead vixen lips wrapped around Stefano’s cock, her throat working in slow, worshipful swallows.

*Shluck*

*Shluck!*

The water sluiced over them both, turning his creamy hot cum into pearly rivulets that dripped from her chin to swirl down the drain.

"Good girl," Stefano murmured, his fingers tangled in her wet red curls. "Clean me up properly."

Rebecca hollowed her cheeks, the pale vixen's tongue swirling under his crown, her lashes fluttering as another thick pulse of his spend hit the back of her throat.

"F-Fuck... He is using me like a fleshlight. Am I just another toy for his pleasure now?" A mental echo flared into the incubus' senses, it was insane how his daughter could still think about such existential issue with a fucking meat slab pounding the back of her throat.

She moaned around him, the vibrations making Stefano groan, the sinful father's hips jerking forward.

"Fuck, your mouth is perfect," he growled, his grip tightening. "Swallow it all."

She obeyed, her throat fluttering as she took him deeper, the redhead vixen's nose pressed to his pelvis. The womb crest on her abdomen pulsed, its glow muted but insistent beneath her flushed skin.

Stefano’s free hand traced the patterns, his voice dropping to that low, hypnotic register that made Rebecca’s thoughts go syrupy. "You love this, don’t you? Love the taste of me?"

Rebecca whimpered, her cunt clenching around nothing. She did love it—craved it, even when the fog of his control lifted and shame prickled at the edges of her mind.

"Answer me."

"Y-Yes, Daddy," she gasped when he finally let her pull back, her lips swollen and slick. "I love it."

Stefano smirked, tilting her chin up. "Then prove it."

He turned her around, bending his sinful daughter over the shower bench, the incubus' fat cock already hardening again against her ass. "Hold yourself open."

Rebecca reached back, spreading her cheeks, her pussy was still gaping and glistening from their earlier workout.

Yet this time he was looking to train another hole...

*Ptui!*

Stefano spat, the glob landing directly on her tight rim before he rubbed it in with his thumb.

"D-Daddy—"

"Shh," he soothed, his deep bariyone wrapping around her like a noose. "Just relax."

"OHMYGOD!! F-FUCK! It's too fucking big..."

*PLAP!*

And then he was pushing inside, the incubus pulsing prick stretching her wide, the water cascading over them as he fucked her with slow, relentless strokes.

*PLAP!!*

"S-Shit, you a-AH!!-are splitting me in-*nngh!!*-n half!!"

*PLAP!*

Rebecca’s fingers scrabbled at the tile, the young woman's moans lost in the steam.

The Breakfast Ritual

Rebecca’s knees ached against the hardwood, but she didn’t dare shift.

"F-Fuck... How, how is he still so fucking hard after all of this!! I can feel his cum still sloshing in my damn bowels..." A mental echo, dripping with corrupt lust. Yeah, never underestimate a sex demon's libido!

His daughter's slender frame was the epitome of submission, keeping quiet until Stefano’s hand fisted in her hair, guiding the slender vixen mouth to his cock under the breakfast table.

"Suck," he ordered, the middle-aged man's voice casual as he flipped through the morning paper with his free hand.

She obeyed, her lips stretching around him, his daughter's tongue lapping at the salt-slick skin. The crest on her stomach flickered, its glow weak—weaker than usual.

A sliver of clarity pierced the haze.

What am I doing?

The thought was sharp, sudden. Rebecca froze, her luscious red lips still wrapped around her father’s cock, the pale beauty's stomach churning.

Stefano noticed immediately.

"Oh, that's unexpected... I guess summoning Nero had some drawbacks."

His hypnotic leash had loosened, but it wasn't something a good deal of subliminal reinforcement couldn't solve right?

"W-Wait... What were we..."

Stefano didn't let her mind break from his grasp, the middle-aged man's deep baritone dropped to that velvet-dark tone that usually made her melt. "Don’t stop, princess."

But for once, it didn’t work.

Rebecca pulled back, her breath coming fast. "Daddy, I—"

"Look at me."

She did. His hazel eyes were black pools, endless and hungry, but for the first time in weeks, she didn’t fall into them.

"I don’t... I don’t think I should—"

Stefano’s smile was sharp. "But you want to."

And that was the problem.

She did.

Rebecca’s resolve crumbled, her luscious red lips parting as she leaned in again, the pale beauty's tongue darting out to lick the bead of precum from his slit.

"W-Why? Have we reached the point where I can't live without his cock anymore? O-Ohmygod... What have we done..."

Stefano groaned, his hips jerking up to meet her soulful ministrations.

"That’s my girl."

The Resistance

The doubt lingered.

Later, as Rebecca cleared the breakfast dishes, her lithe fingers trembled around the plates. Stefano watched his daughter from the couch, his gaze heavy, the incubus' fat cock already hardening again beneath his sweatpants.

"Come here."

Rebecca hesitated.

"Now."

The pale vixen's feet carried her forward before she could stop them, the womb crest on her abdomen flaring as his will overrode hers.

"Nngh!!"

Stefano pulled her into his lap, the sinful father's rough hands roaming her toned body, groping the redhead vixen's perky breasts, pinching her nipples until she gasped.

"You’re mine," he murmured against her slender neck, his teeth scraping her pulse point. "In every way."

Rebecca shuddered, his daughter's cunt dripping with unquenched lust, her mind a warzone.

She was his property, right?

"F-Fuck..."

But for the first time, she wasn’t sure if that was his power—

Or her choice.