Was it just a dream? The dripping mess between her thighs paints a different picture

The Lingering Touch – A Daughter's Awakening

The blaring alarm clock faded into the background as Rebecca lay frozen in her bed, her body still humming with the ghostly echoes of pleasure that had torn through her mere moments before. Her fingers trembled as they traced the damp fabric of her panties, the evidence of her arousal undeniable—soaking through the thin cotton, clinging to her swollen folds in a way that made her stomach clench with a confusing mix of shame and need.

"What the hell was that?" she whispered to the empty room, her soft contralto hoarse, the redhead vixen's throat sore.

Sore... Had she been screaming in her sleep?

"F-Fuck..."

The dream—if it had been a dream—had felt too real. The rough scrape of claws against her sensitive skin, the way her father's deep voice had curled around her like smoke, the heat of his touch as he'd spread her open and taken what he wanted...

Rebecca's breath hitched, the pale beauty's nipples pebbling beneath her thin t-shirt as the memory sent another pulse of wetness between her thighs.

She should have been horrified.

"Dad... Where does he leave for at night?"

They had gotten much closer over the last few days but as his daughter she couldn't help but notice the pattern...

The Night Breeding Hunts, releasing the incubus' urges on Torino's streets, for now Rebecca was save from the monster Stefano was becoming.

For how long could they keep things as they were?

"W-Was it really him?"

She wanted to deny it, they had taken things quite far but it had never been like this. She had been used... Thhe redhead vixen's toned body treated like a toy, a cheap hole for sexual relief,

"Why does it make me so horny... Dammit!!"

But the ache between her legs was insistent, throbbing in time with her rapid heartbeat, demanding attention.

With a shaky exhale, Rebecca's lithe fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her panties, her middle finger brushing against her slick folds experimentally. A sharp gasp tore from her luscious red lips at the contact, her wide hips jerking forward instinctively.

"F-Fuck..."

It was too much. Her toned body was oversensitive, every nerve ending alight with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. The young woman's clit throbbed beneath her touch, swollen and needy, and when she circled it with trembling fingers, her back arched off the bed, a broken moan spilling from her lips.

"D-Daddy—!"

The word slipped out before she could stop it, her cheeks burning as she clamped her free hand over her mouth, her emerald eyes widening in shock.

Dad, Stefano, her father. No other man could fulfil her needs. It was perfectly natur...

Wait, why had she said that?

But the thought was fleeting, drowned out by the need coiling tighter and tighter in her belly. The pale vixen's fingers moved faster now, her middle finger slipping inside her dripping pussy with ease, her walls clenching around the intrusion with **** hunger.

"Nngh—! Y-Yes, please—!"

Rebecca's hips rocked against her hand, her breath coming in ragged pants as she chased that pleasure again, the memory of her father's touch driving her higher and higher—

A sharp knock at her door made her freeze.

"Rebecca?"

Her father's voice—deep, smooth, laced with that same dark amusement the slender vixen'd heard in her dream—sent a fresh wave of wetness gushing around her fingers.

"Y-Yeah?!" she squeaked, her voice embarrassingly high-pitched as she yanked her hand free, wiping it frantically against her sheets.

"You're going to be late for school," Stefano murmured, the hint of a smirk in his tone making her stomach flip. "Unless you need... help getting ready?"

Rebecca's pulse spiked, her entire body flushing as her traitorous core clenched around nothing.

"N-No! I'm—I'm good!"

A low chuckle from the other side of the door—knowing, possessive—was her only reply before his footsteps faded down the hall.

Rebecca collapsed back against the pillows, her chest heaving, her mind racing.

Had he known?

The thought sent another jolt of heat straight to her core.

And this time, she didn't stop herself from touching it.