Saving water and time

Morning Devotion – A Daughter’s Throat Training

The Steam – A Father’s Weakness

The bathroom was thick with steam, the mirror fogged, the air heavy with the scent of soap and something darker—something *primal*. Stefano stood beneath the shower’s spray, his muscles taut, his skin flushed from the heat. The water sluiced down his chest, tracing the newly defined ridges of his abdomen, his body still thrumming with the remnants of the incubus’s power.

He shouldn’t be thinking about her.

Not here.

Not now.

But the ring *pulsed* against his finger, a slow, mocking heartbeat.

She’s coming

The door creaked open.

Stefano’s breath hitched.

"D-dad?" Rebecca’s voice was soft, hesitant, but her presence was *electric*. "I—I’m running late. Can I join you? Just to save time."

The excuse was flimsy.

Transparent.

But the way her emerald eyes dipped to his body, the way her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her towel—she wanted this.

Stefano’s cock twitched, already thickening.

"Yes," he murmured, his voice rougher than he intended. "Come in."

The First Touch – A Daughter’s Submission

Rebecca let the towel drop.

Stefano’s jaw clenched.

She was perfect—slender, pale, her small breasts perky, her nipples already stiff from the steam. The red curls between her thighs were damp, clinging to her skin, and the sight sent a jolt of hunger through him.

She stepped under the spray, her back to him, her body trembling as the water cascaded over her.

"L-let me help you, dad," she whispered, reaching for the soap.

Her fingers brushed his chest, and Stefano growled, his control fraying.

Kneel

The command slithered into her mind, laced with hypnotic power.

Rebecca dropped, her knees hitting the wet tile, her hands braced against his thighs. Her breath came in shallow pants, her lips inches from his cock.

Stefano gripped the shower wall, his knuckles white.

"Wash me, darling," he ordered, his deep baritone rife with the ring's dark essence.

Rebecca’s fingers trembled as his sweet daughter lathered the soap, her touch feathering up his inner thighs, avoiding the one place she craved.

Stefano tilted the redhead vixen's chin up, his thumb brushing her lower lip.

Don’t be shy