Time is tight

The Spill – A Father’s Mark

The small bathroom was charged with aphrodisiac pheromones, the corrupt secretions, coiled around Rebecca's very soul like dark tendrils, fogging up the slender young woman's mind and unraveling her inhibitions. His daughter's shrill moans drowned the cramped shower, the sound of running water had become a memory as the sound of pounding flesh overwhelmed everything else.

*PLAP*

"O-omygod... W-what if it slips inside?" Another soul fragment echoed in the incubus senses.

*PLAP*

Rebecca's wide hips started meeting his rough thrusts, her wet pussy daring him to just pound his daughter raw.

*PLAP*

Stefano’s growl was feral as his hips stuttered, the incubus' throbbing cock pulsing against the redhead vixen's fat ass.

"Look at me," he commanded.

Rebecca turned her head, her lips parting—

—just as the first thick rope of cum splashed across her flushed cheeks.

She flinched, her green eyes widening as the heat of it seared his daughter's pale skin, the scent—musky, sweet, addictive—filling her lungs.

"S-so much!"

Stefano groaned, his hips jerking as he painted her face, her throat, her tits with his release, each pulse of his cock drenching her in his corruption.

"F-Fuck—" Rebecca’s tongue darted out, catching a stray droplet on her lip.

Her eyes fluttered.

It was sweet.

So sweet.

The Kiss – A Daughter’s Submission

Stefano’s cock twitched as Rebecca turned fully, her small hands wrapping around his shaft, her lips pressing a chaste kiss to the swollen head.

"D-Dad…" Her voice was wrecked, her pupils blown.

Stefano cupped her cheek, his thumb smearing his cum across her lips.

"Good girl," he murmured.

Then, with a final pulse of his power, he sealed the memory—not erasing it, but twisting it, ensuring she would crave it again.

By the time the water ran cold, Rebecca was his.