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The Slippery Slope – Accidents and Excuses

The soap slipped from Stefano’s grasp, landing with a wet slap at their feet.

"S-shit—" Rebecca bent to grab it, her fat ass pressing directly against his throbbing cock as she tried to pick it up.

Stefano groaned, his hands flying to his daughter's wide hips to steady himself—and her. His claws sinking deep in her pale skin, the incubus' shaft glided along the redhead vixen's pink pussy folds, her heat creamed hard on the middle-aged man's pulsing cock.

"Ah! Is that your... O-ohmygod, it's so fucking big."

Rebecca froze.

Then, slowly, she straightened, her back still to him.

"S-Sorry," she stammered, her voice barely audible over the water.

Stefano didn’t move his hands.

"It’s fine," he said, his voice rougher than he intended.

The air between them thickened.

The Breaking Point – A Daughter’s Choice

Rebecca turned suddenly, his daughter's chest brushing against his, her emerald eyes wide and uncertain.

"W-we should—we should hurry," she whispered.

Stefano cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing her bottom lip.

"We should," he agreed.

But neither moved.

Rebecca’s breath came faster, her pupils dilating as his incubus pheromones—stronger now, more potent—filled the steamy enclosure.

"Dad…"

His hand slid down her slender neck, over her collarbone, his fingers tracing the swell of her breast.

"Tell me to stop," he murmured.

She didn’t.

The Claiming – A Father’s Right

Stefano’s mouth crashed down on hers, his tongue claiming her with a hunger that surprised even him. Rebecca moaned, her hands fisting in his hair as he backed her against the tile, his cock pressing insistently against her stomach.

"D-Dad—"

"Shh," he growled, his hand sliding between her thighs, his fingers finding her drenched folds. "You’ve wanted this."

She whimpered, her hips rocking against his touch.

"Y-Yes…"

Stefano smirked against her lips.

Good girl.