Regret never comes fast enough.

The Weight of Ruin – A Father’s Despair and a Daughter’s Devotion

The silence in the bedroom was oppressive, broken only by the wet, rhythmic sounds of flesh meeting flesh and the soft, mindless whimpers of the broken girl beneath him. Stefano’s breath came in ragged bursts, his muscles taut with exertion, his cock buried to the hilt in Rebecca’s ruined cunt. Her body was pliant beneath him, her legs spread wide, her hips rocking mindlessly in time with his thrusts—not out of any conscious effort, but because her very soul had been rewired to need this.

To need him.

To need her father's cock.

Stefano’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs as he fucked her, his gaze locked onto her face—her empty face. Rebecca’s lips were parted, her tongue lolling slightly, her eyes half-lidded and glazed with a permanent haze of lust. Drool trickled from the corner of her mouth, her breath hitching with every rough snap of his hips.

"D-Daddy…" she slurred, her voice thick, her words barely coherent. "Daddy’s… c-cock… g-good…"

Something twisted in Stefano’s chest.

Regret.

Real regret.

Not for the corruption, not for the pleasure, not even for the taboo—but for the loss.

The loss of her.

The girl she had been.

The daughter she had been.

His grip tightened, his thrusts growing rougher, as if he could fuck the realization away.

The Breeding – A Father’s Punishment

Stefano leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of Rebecca’s ear, his voice a low, broken growl.

"Do you even know who I am?"

Rebecca blinked slowly, her brow furrowing for just a moment—as if some distant, buried part of her struggled to remember. Then her expression slackened again, her lips curling into a vacant, cock-drunk smile.

"D-Daddy…" she whispered, her voice small, lost.

Stefano slammed into her, his cock pounding into her slick, willing cunt with punishing ****.

"That’s right," he hissed, his voice raw. "I’m your fucking Daddy. And you’re mine."

Rebecca moaned, her back arching, her body clenching around him, her pleasure mindless, automatic.

Stefano fucked her like a man possessed—like a man drowning in his own sins.

His hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, gripping her throat—not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her who owned her.

"You were supposed to be better than this," he snarled, his voice cracking. "You were supposed to be perfect."

Rebecca didn’t understand.

She just whimpered, her hips rolling, her cunt dripping.

"D-Daddy… c-cum… p-please…"

Stefano groaned, his cock twitching inside her, his release building.

He didn’t want to give it to her.

But he did.

With a guttural roar, he flooded her womb, his cum pumping into her in thick, pulsing ropes.

Rebecca shuddered, her body convulsing around him, her mind blank except for the bliss of being filled.

The Aftermath – A Hollow Victory

Stefano collapsed onto the bed beside her, his chest heaving, his skin slick with sweat.

Rebecca curled into him immediately, her face nuzzling against his chest, her fingers clumsily pawing at his softening cock.

"D-Daddy… l-love…" she mumbled, her voice shattered, her words meaningless.

Stefano closed his eyes.

The ring on his finger pulsed, its violet light mocking him.

He had won.

He had broken her.

And now he would never get her back.

BAD END

For the next decades, Stefano would spend all his energy and powers to regain his sweet innocent daughter. However while they did make some progress, Rebecca had become capable of recognizing her master and even roleplay as his daughter in front of guests... However she was never really the sweet princess he had raised lovingly for almost two decades.

"C-cock! Daddy, I need you inside me... Y-yes, fill me up!"

*PLAP*

*PLAP*

*PLAP*

It had been over thirty years, his mistake on that fateful night, has become a dark stain, the shadow clouding his heart. Looking at Rebecca... No, he didn't even dare speak her name anymore. The guilt gnawed at him every single waking moment of his cursed life, ironically Stefano could only find some solace by breeding his ****-daughter, or at least whatever mindless husk had survived Osiris fallen divinity's corruption.

"H-Harder, daddy!!"

His grunts filled the clinic's studio, fucking the mature redhead slut into the couch, his daughter acted as his personal assistant... He had abandoned his old identity and made up an alter ego with his shapeshifting incubus powers, fabled Guru Vasudeva Mahayana, a ghostly pale, albino with red eyes and white hair. The founder of Osiris Temple, a massive sex cult with millions of adepts across the world, Stefano hid behind the charismatic Patriarch's face, wantonly breeding his daughter's fat ass again and again, how many demonspawns had she birthed him already?

"Yes, give me y-your babies!!"

A knock on the door, his wife peered in, her once beautiful features carved by decades of breeding and **** training. She was now Osiris Temple's secretary and asset manager. Jessica was now in he late fifties, unlike her husband she struggled to keep up with the passing of time,

"Your Holiness, we have the Bank of Londonistan's daughter coming up."

*Spurt*

*Spurt*

*Spurt*

"Let her in."

Rebecca's toned belly bulged with her father's tainted load, the mature redhead's curves had filled up to the level of fertility goddesses after decades of breeding sex, the alluring emerald eyed beauty had spent more time pregnant with Osiris Champion's Nephilim than not carrying anything, the sexy charming lady's back forever arched to carry the heavy burden of the fallen divinity's demonic legions.

"I will never get you back... However our children will rule the Earth, you will live through them,your soul, your smile... I'm sorry darling. I..."

Sprawled on the soiled couch, Rebecca's smoky contralto whispered into Stefano's ears,

"Thank you, master"

Her smile was a knife twisting inside his chest. Stefano barely choked down his tears before putting up his charming facade. Vasudeva Mahayana, Osiris Champion's mask and shield.

The banker's daughter walked in, her soul bare to the incubus' senses. However he still played by the usual script.

"Hello Indra, speak your worries."

The young woman's breath hitched...