The demon rises in the sun

The Shower's Corruption – A Father's Forbidden Grind

The steam thickened, swirling in hypnotic patterns as the scalding water pounded against Rebecca’s flushed skin. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps as Stefano’s hands—too large, too possessive—slid down her slick shoulders, tracing the delicate curve of her spine before settling on the plush swell of her hips.

"Dad—" Her protest was weak, half-hearted, drowned beneath the roar of the shower and the thundering of her own pulse.

Stefano didn’t answer. Not with words.

Instead, he pressed closer, his chest molding against her back, his throbbing cock—hard, hot, thick—nestling between the supple cheeks of her ass.

Rebecca whimpered.

The Incubus Emerges – A Glimpse of Forbidden Power

The Osiris ring pulsed at Stefano’s finger, its violet glow seeping through the steam like a living thing. His muscles rippled, his skin darkening to a deep bronze as faint scales traced his forearms. His cock swelled further, the veins along its length becoming more pronounced, the tip leaking a thick, pearly bead of pre-cum that smeared against Rebecca’s lower back.

"W-What—?" Rebecca twisted, her emerald eyes widening as she caught sight of her father’s transformation.

Stefano smirked, his golden eyes gleaming with predatory hunger.

"Just a dream, darling," he murmured, his voice layered with the hypnotic resonance of his incubus form. "A wonderful dream."

His hands tightened on her hips, pulling her back against him, his cock grinding ruthlessly between her ass cheeks.

Rebecca moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder as the heat of him seared her, the ridges of his demonic cock catching against her sensitive skin with every slow, deliberate roll of his hips.

The Grind – Corruption in Motion

Stefano’s fingers dug into her flesh, his claws—just barely extended—leaving faint pink trails along her waist. His breath was hot against her ear, his voice a velvet snarl.

"You feel that, Rebecca?" He thrust forward, his cockhead kissing the crease of her thighs. "That’s what you do to me."

Rebecca’s hands flew to the shower wall, the redhead vixen's lithe fingers scrambling for purchase as her father’s monstrous length rutted against her. His daughter's toned thighs trembled under the incubus' lustful humping, her cunt aching, her nipples pebbled into tight, sensitive peaks.

"I—I shouldn’t—"

"But you want to," Stefano purred, one hand sliding around to her stomach, pulling her tighter against him. "Don’t you?"

Rebecca’s breath hitched as his other hand drifted lower, his thumb brushing her clit in a fleeting, teasing touch.

"Yes," she gasped, the word torn from her lips.