The father returns.

"What the fuck is this?"

Blunt returned a few hours later to find three beds side-by-side in his dining room, the largest room in their house. It had been worth the effort of having my thralls set the scene, just for the look on his face. I sat in the center bed, Lena and Becca lounging at my hips, their hands idly stroking my body. Aaron and Aina stood to the side, embracing and fearful; Aina's breathing was heavy and she kept rubbing her thighs together.

Anna and May flanked Blunt, each of them carrying a bag; the distraction called for Donnie to be on the run, Blunt had likely invited them home since it wasn't safe at their farm. I smiled and ran my hands across the skin of his younger daughters.

He started forwards, his knuckles cracking as he readied his fists. I showed my knife and held it above Lena's throat. He slowed and frowned, primal fear overtaking his anger.

"This must be confusing, Blunt." I chuckled. "Let me get you up to speed; I'm a demon, I've taken control of your daughters, and if even a drop of my blood is spilt they will kill themselves."

"Aina? Aaron?" He looked to the couple, but they wouldn't meet his eyes. "Lena? Becca?"

"May, Anna?" I imitated the tone of his voice and lifted a hand. I snapped my fingers. "Excellent work."

Blunt looked to the side as Anna and May came forward, their dressed falling to the floor as they passed him. Blunt looked like a lost puppy as they joined me on the beds and crawled over. They shook their asses, immediately reaching for my cock. Lena and Becca joined them, cheek to cheek as they licked my cock.

"If you run, Blunt, the same thing will happen. If you try to warn the villiage, or any of your neighbors, your daughters will die." I groaned as Anna took me in her mouth. "There is no point in resisting, nothing to be gained by it; though obedience has it's rewards."

"How dare-"

"Yes, yes. I've heard it before." I cut him off. "What I can sell you is far more than your wildest fantasy. You want money? Status? You want to fuck May, this fine piece of ass, or Anna, a girl of eighteen years? Same as young Lena, hell, if you want I could even let you fuck your daughters."

"Bastard."

"You're so protective. Maybe your feeling are less than fatherly?" I taunted, pulling Becca up and penetrating her in a single thrust. She moaned, and Lena started working her pussy. Each of the girls watched closely; May and Anna started kissing and rubbing together, and Aina's hand crept towards her cunt. "A person can drown in pleasure; maybe that's the threat I need to make. If you don't do as I say I'll make your daughters into your harem, and then steal them away once it no longer disgusts you."

Blunt collapsed, the fight fleeing in the face of my power.

Not even my magic, or the strength in my blood, but the pure power of a merchant. Cutting a man down with words alone.