Rebecca's Futa Succubus branch

The Shower – A Daughter’s Corruption

The bathroom door clicked shut behind Rebecca, the sound too loud in the quiet apartment. She leaned against the cool tile, the young woman's chest rising and falling in uneven bursts, her lithe fingers trembling as they gripped the edge of the sink.

"Shitshitshit!"

The mirror reflected her flushed face—the pale vixen's green eyes too bright, her luscious lips parted in a silent gasp.

What the hell was that?

Her father’s touch had burned. Just a brush of his rough fingers against her cheek, and the readhead minx's slender body had gone haywire, her pink nipples pebbling beneath her thin t-shirt, her toned thighs pressing together instinctively.

No. No, no, no.

She turned the faucet on with a sharp twist, splashing cold water onto her flushed face. It didn’t help.

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The memory of his scent—whiskey, sweat, and something dark, something primal—still clung to her, making the young woman's stomach clench with something between shame and want.

"Fuck," she whispered, her nails digging into her palms.

She needed to wash this away.

Needed to forget.

The Water’s Embrace

Steam curled through the bathroom as Rebecca stepped under the spray, the scalding water sluicing over her pale skin. She squeezed her eyes shut, letting the heat sear away the lingering sensation of her father’s touch.

But it wasn’t enough.

Her hands moved of their own accord, sliding down her stomach, her fingers hesitating just above the thatch of red curls between her thighs.

Don’t.

But she had to.

The redhead vixen's breath hitched as her fingertips brushed her clit, the contact sending a jolt of electricity up her spine.

"O-Oh God—"

Her hips jerked forward, her back arching as she imagined his hands instead of hers—his rough palms gripping her waist, his fingers pressing into her, stretching her—

The bathroom door creaked open.

Rebecca froze.

No.

Shitshitshit—

Steam billowed around her, obscuring the intruder for a heartbeat—but she already knew.

"D-Dad?" Her sweet contralto was a whisper, a plea.

The silhouette in the doorway stepped forward, the steam parting like a curtain to reveal Stefano—naked, his body still damp from the shower he must have taken in the other bathroom.

Rebecca’s breath stopped.

His chest was broader than she remembered, the middle-aged man's muscles more defined, his skin marred with faint scars and fresh bruises from whatever **** he’d committed last night.

But it was his cock that made her whimper.

"Ohmygod..."

Thick. Monstrously thick. Veins snaked along its length, the head flushed a deep red, already leaking pre-cum. It hung heavy between his thighs, twitching as her gaze raked over it.

"W-what—?"

Stefano smirked, his dark eyes glinting with something otherworldly.

"You were thinking about me, sweetheart?" he murmured, stepping into the shower.

The water cascaded over his shoulders, droplets catching on his lashes as he crowded her against the tile.

Rebecca’s mouth went dry.

"N-no—"

Stefano’s fingers traced her jaw, his touch burning despite the scalding water.

"Don’t lie to me, Rebecca."

His deep baritone was laced hypnotic corruption, the Osiris Ring on his finger pulsing faintly.

Rebecca’s protest died on her luscious red lips. The pale vixen's mind fogged, her thoughts slowing down as the incubus' hypnotic leash strengthened, her slender body melting under his corrupt gaze.

"Y-you…" She swallowed hard. "You’re… bigger."

Stefano chuckled, his free hand sliding down to grip his cock, giving it a slow stroke.

"The ring changes me," he admitted, his thumb brushing her lower lip. "But you already knew that, do you want it too? To change, grow..."

Rebecca’s pulse hammered.

"I—I don’t—"

Stefano’s fingers tangled in her wet hair, yanking her head back.

"You dreamed about this," he growled, his voice layering with the antediluvian relic’s fallen divinity. "You ached for it."

Rebecca whined, her toned thighs pressing together as another wave of heat pooled between them.

"Papa, please—"

Stefano’s lips brushed her ear, the incubus' breath scorching.

"Tell me you want it."

Rebecca shook, her resolve crumbling.

"I… I want it."

Stefano’s grip tightened.

"Louder."

Rebecca’s nails dug into his shoulders.

"I want it!"

Stefano smiled.