Stefano finds Rebecca taking a shower... He loses it

Throat-Bred Obedience – A Daughter’s Gag Reflex Training.

The steam from the shower curled in thick, opaque tendrils through the tiled room, clinging to Rebecca’s naked skin like a second layer of sweat. Droplets cascaded down her slender frame, tracing the delicate curves of her collarbones, the pert swell of her small breasts, the hypnotic dip of her small waist before disappearing between the plush mounds of her bubble butt.

"Hmmmm..."

She knelt on the slick shower floor, humming a tune, the redhead vixen's knees spread just enough to hint at the glistening pink folds hidden between her toned thighs, his daughhter's emerald eyes glazed with a mix of nervous anticipation and something darker—something hungry.

Her luscious red lips, plush and perpetually parted as if waiting for a kiss—or something far more invasive—glistened under the spray. The sight alone was enough to make Stefano’s cock throb, his incubus blood singing with the need to claim, to corrupt, to ruin.

The First Violation

He moved behind her, the sex demon's shadow swallowing her whole as his hands—already shifting, claws elongating with a faint snick of demonic intent—settled on her shoulders. Rebecca gasped as his grip tightened, her body arching instinctively into his touch, her nipples pebbling into hard, aching peaks.

“D-Daddy…?” Her voice was a breathy whisper, trembling with something between fear and want.

Stefano didn’t answer. With a growl that vibrated through her very bones, he yanked her backward, her spine slamming against his chest, her ass grinding against the monstrous hardness straining against his towel. Rebecca whimpered, her hands flying up to clutch at his forearms, her nails digging half-moons into his skin as his claws pricked warningly at her throat.

“Open.”

The command was a rumble against her ear, his breath scorching against her damp skin. Rebecca’s lips parted further on instinct, her tongue peeking out to wet them—

—And then the world tilted.

Stefano spun her, his strength inhuman, his grip unyielding. One moment she was pressed against him; the next, her back was slammed into the shower wall, the cold tiles biting into her skin as his claws fisted in her hair, yanking her head back at a brutal angle.

“W-Wait—!”

Her protest died in a gagged scream as his cock—thick, veiny, already weeping pre-cum—plunged past her lips, spearing into her throat with demonic precision.

The Deepthroat Ruin

Rebecca’s eyes bulged, the redhead vixen’s throatpussy convulsing around the intrusion, her body locking in shock. Stefano didn’t give her time to adjust. His hips snapped forward, his cock bulldozing past her gag reflex, the swollen head knotting in her esophagus with a wet, squelching pop.

“Ghk—! Hnng—!”

Tears sprang to her emerald eyes, her nose flaring as she struggled to breathe, the pale vixen’s fingers scrabbling against the tiles for purchase. Stefano growled, his free hand gripping her jaw, his thumb pressing cruelly into the hinge, forcing her mouth wider.

“That’s it,” he purred, his voice guttural with lust. “Take it, Rebecca. Take your father’s cock like the good little cocksleeve you are.”

His hips pumped, the sinful father's throbbing length sliding in and out of his daughter's throatpussy with obscene ease, each thrust stretching her further, each withdrawal leaving the redhead vixen gasping for air she couldn’t catch.

*Glock!!*

*Glock!*

*Glock!!*

Saliva dripped from her stretched lips, her throat fluttering around him, her body betraying her as it relaxed, accepted, worshipped the violation.

The Breathless Addiction

“Look at you,” Stefano mocked, his claws tightening in her hair as he angled her head back further, his cock plunging deeper. “No gag reflex at all. Like you were made for this.”

Rebecca whimpered, the sound vibrating around his shaft, her tears mixing with the shower spray as her vision blurred. Her lungs burned, her throat ached—but God help her, the fullness, the heat, the shameful rightness of being used like this—

It was heaven.

Her hands, which had been pushing weakly at his thighs, clutched instead, her nails digging into his skin as she arched into his thrusts. Stefano laughed, the sound dark, predatory.

“You love this, don’t you?” he taunted, his pace quickening, his cock pounding into her throat with brutal ****. “Love having your father fuck your face like a common whore.”

Rebecca moaned, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure up Stefano’s spine. Her cunt clenched, her arousal dripping down her thighs, her body betraying her completely.

The Demonic Claim

Stefano’s snarl was her only warning before his claws dug into her scalp, the sinful father's grip vice-like as he hilted himself in her throat, the incubus' fat cock pulsing as his tainted seed exploded down her gullet.

"HMMMMPHH!!!"

Rebecca gagged, the pale vixen's slender body convulsing as his cum flooded her stomach, hot, thick, endless.

“Swallow,” he ordered, his deep baritone leaving no room for refusal.

And she did.

Gulp after gulp, her throat working around him, his daughter's tears flowing freely as she choked down every drop, her body shivering with a perverse bliss.

"Perfect..."

When he finally pulled out, his cock sliding from her lips with a wet filthy pop, Rebecca collapsed forward, her forehead resting against the tiles as she panted, her luscious red lips swollen, her throat raw.

Stefano gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his thumb smearing cum across her bottom lip. “Now let’s see how well you take me elsewhere.”