Warning: this story contains scenes of Incest, horror (demon related), breeding and at times non-consensual or reluctant sex. Some aspects of this story are anatomically impossible - I need to reiterate, this is a fantasy/fiction. All fictional characters are over the age of 18.
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Ruby awoke to a burning lust throbbing in her veins. She really needed to stop coming to like this.
Blinking away a groggy haze she found her father with his head buried between her slick thighs, lapping at her swollen and used flesh.
With a confused and pained whimper the whole experience came flooding back - the chapel, being tied up naked, the other men, her father, the overwhelming arousal, and how she lost her virginity to a rock.
Despite the horror, shock, embarrassment, and fear, she knew she should be feeling, all she could really focus on was the building pleasure centered on her aching pussy.
At some point the men had released her from her bindings, allowing her to fall back on the timber plinth. She was now in a much more comfortable position with her arms free, finally able to move at will.
Unchained, she could escape.
Yet, she was still a slave to these heightened emotions wracking her body. The drugs they had given her were still in her system even if they were wearing off.
She should be angry, she should be scared, she should be running for the hills.
Instead of pulling away like a sensible girl would, she moved her free hands to tangle in her father's hair to better encourage his tongue against her aching slit. He was doing too good a job to think about stopping him.
"Oh my god!" She exhaled. This was so wrong, but oh god, was it so right. How many times had she dreamt of this? How many times had she envisioned this exact scenario? How many times had she gotten off to the thought of her father dominating and satisfying her so?
His pleased chuckle vibrated along her slit as he continued to drag the flat of his tongue across the length of her, probing her channel, continuing on to encircle her clit, rasping his teeth against the sensitive bud.
He loved drawing these sounds from his daughter and reveled in the sensation of satisfying the succulent woman beneath him. This whole evening was supposed to be about him and his coven, yet he was hypnotized by this side of his daughter that a father was never meant to see.
She watched him work her into a frenzy, admiring the strength, muscle, and dominance in his form through the haze of lust overpowering her. He looked up to watch her unravel, his mouth lapping, nibbling, sucking, biting, with her orgasm fast approaching under his skilled touch. She watched him work her as he held her gaze, his smug grin covered in her girl cum as his eyes turned black.
A glimmer of horror overpowered her arousal as she watched the whites of his eyes become overtaken by a growing darkness. She couldn't help but jump in shock, her fingers releasing from his silken locks. What had happened to him?
What she didn't know was that her father had struck a bargain with a demon.
For the price of her deflowering, her father and his coven would be gifted otherworldly powers. He had held up his bargain; his daughter was now ruined, having lost her virginity to no more than rock.
A rock, he begrudged, that was ancient beyond man and blessed by Lucifer Himself to hold the essence of one of His disciples, a demon.
As a reward for freeing the demon, their coven would receive powers untold, unchecked by man or angel. Their final task was to drink the spent demon essence that now resided deep within Ruby's violated slit. All he needed to do what get her wet enough to coax out the demon essence, so they could all sip easily and drink their fill.
As her father, he should have been appalled, but as a man, dominating her, pleasing her, using her...It had been beyond words. She was exquisite and so quick to respond; much like her mother had been. He loathed to share her and as leader of the coven he was ecstatic he would be the first to sip from her, to ready her for his brethren. So, he enjoyed the time with his tongue on her folds, wallowing in the elicit feelings she invoked within him.
What no one had expected was that the father-daughter pair had intrigued the observing demon.
Oriax was used to the lusts and vices of humans, and in his time had seen many virginal women sacrificed over the millennia. Some fought, some despaired, but it was rare to see one give in, to participate, to lust, and enjoy so thoroughly.
It captivated Him.
Watching this woman, hearing her every thought, listening to her become seduced, enraptured, and enslaved by her own father was a tantalizing journey to behold.
Oriax heard every thought, new every flicker of emotion of everyone in the room, but he only had eyes for the vixen before him. As soon as her father sipped Oriax's spent essence into his body, Oriax simply took the human man as His vessel.
What did these weak, fragile creatures expect to happen when they made a deal with a demon?
It was Oriax that looked out at Ruby's lust glazed eyes, and it would be He that used her, and He that kept her, in her father's body of course.
Firstly, He wanted to take the taboo relationship as far as He could, wanting to push the little would-be virgin by enslaving her body and mind, making her His.
She was His property now. With her womb already nurturing his spent essence, she was marked by Him, owned by Him.
Her father also lusted for her, and what was a demon to do but encourage this debased, ungodly union?
The demon morphed the human vessel before her mortal eyes, releasing His otherworldly darkness. He lengthened the once human cock, broadening fragile shoulders, adding bulk, straining muscle, and building bone.
Ruby watched in amazement as her attractive father became ethereal. Unbothered by his harsher angles, his bulk, his new aura, he was even more gorgeous than he was before and she needed him more than ever.
She failed to see the other men in the room simply fall, as Oriax sent out a mental order for them to sleep. He wanted to spend some quality time with this human.
Oriax pushed the weak mortal's consciousness to the back of His mind. He felt her father's confusion and then fear as he lost control of his body and the situation, becoming caged in the demon's mind. Oriax would be kind and allow the mortal to watch, to feel, and to enjoy. The mortal would soon relish this just as much as his daughter would.
"Ruby, do you like your father licking your slick pussy?" He asked, the timbre of his voice deeper and richer in this vessel's amended form.