Rebecca's Demonspawn Broodmother ending

The Revelation

The pregnancy test sat on the bathroom counter, its digital display glaring up at Rebecca with damning clarity: PREGNANT.

"O-Ohmygod..."

Her fingers trembled as she picked it up, the redhead vixen's reflection in the mirror pale and wide-eyed. The incubus crest on her abdomen pulsed faintly, a constant reminder of Stefano's claim on his daughter's sinful body—on her womb.

"Daddy's going to be so happy," she whispered to herself, then froze. The words had slipped out so easily, so naturally, as if they'd been waiting on her tongue.

The door creaked open behind her.

"I already am."

Stefano filled the doorway, his massive frame towering over her. His dark hazel eyes locked onto the test in her hand, and a slow, predatory smile spread across his face.

Rebecca's breath hitched. "I—I don't know how to feel about this," she admitted, her voice small.

Stefano stepped closer, his fingers tilting her chin up. "Don't you?" His thumb brushed her lower lip. "My perfect little cumslut, carrying my children. It's what you were made for."

Rebecca's thighs pressed together, her slender body betraying her as heat pooled between them.

"F-Fuck..."

The Resistance and the Fall

That night, Rebecca lay awake, Stefano's arm heavy across her waist, the middle-aged man's breath warm against her neck. The crest on her stomach glowed, its power thrumming through her veins.

She should feel disgusted.

"A mom... And they are going to be both my sibli... FUCK!"

A shred of shame at the very least.

But all she could think about was the way her dad's fat throbbing cock had stretched her out, filled the rredhead vixen's pussy to the brim, the way his cum had flooded her womb, claiming her in the most primal way possible.

"Can't sleep?" Stefano murmured, his voice rough with sleep.

Rebecca flinched. "I... I don't know if I can do this," she confessed, her voice breaking. "What if—what if I'm not ready?"

Stefano rolled her onto her back, his weight pinning her to the mattress. "You are," he growled, his hand sliding between her thighs, his fingers teasing her already-slick folds. "Your body knows what it needs."

Rebecca whimpered, her hips lifting into his touch. "D-Daddy—"

"Tell me you don't want this," he challenged, his fingers pushing inside her, curling just so. "Tell me to stop."

Rebecca shook, her walls clenching around his fingers. "I... I can't," she sobbed.

Stefano smirked. "I know."

The Point of No Return

The next morning, Stefano pinned her against the kitchen counter, his cock pressing against her ass, the thick head teasing her tight hole.

"D-Daddy," Rebecca gasped, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the counter. "We can't—the baby—"

"You think I'd risk my heir?" Stefano growled, his hand gripping her hip. "This is your other hole, princess. And it's mine too."

Rebecca moaned as he pushed inside, her body stretching to accommodate him, her ass clenching around his monster cock.

"F-Fuck," she sobbed, her nails scraping the counter. "Daddy, it's too big—"

"You'll take it," Stefano grunted, his hips slamming forward, burying himself to the hilt. "You'll take every inch of me, Rebecca. Just like you always do."

Rebecca screamed as he pounded into her, her body shaking with pleasure, her mind fracturing under the overwhelming sensation.

"Whose ass is this?" Stefano growled, his fingers digging into her flesh.

"Y-Yours!" Rebecca cried, her voice breaking. "Daddy, it's yours—!"

Stefano roared as he came, his cum filling her ass, his hips grinding deep to ensure every drop stayed inside. Rebecca collapsed against the counter, her body limp, her mind blank except for one blazing truth:

She was his.

And she never wanted to be free again.