Warning: this story contains scenes of Incest, horror (demon related), breeding and 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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It had been years since Ruby had been home, 3 long years to be exact.
After her mother had passed away there had just been herself and her father in that big old empty house. He had gotten heavily involved with his church, becoming more and more an absent father. When he was around, he was domineering and brutal. Despite his absence and cold cynicism, he was always her daddy; albeit an austere, out of reach, calculated man. He always wanted her to do great things, always wanting her to succeed in school and in social circles. He had high expectations for her and at times she felt like she would never be enough for him.
When she finished school she left for college as soon as possible, getting away from the small town and her father. Ruby spent years establishing herself as an independent young woman, building positivity, creating, and setting her own unique style and personality. Her father had raised her, but in his absence, she had found herself. She never did stop craving their bond, and she never did stop wanting his guidance and approval. In his mind, he had let her go under protest, allowing her to pull away, to grow without him.
Their estranged relationship took a turn when he called her out of the blue only two months ago.
Her life had been looking up. Newly graduated she was looking for an editorial position in the big city, yet over the next few weeks, with no new positions in sight, her father had easily convinced her to come back to Riverwood for a visit.
He wanted to reconnect, stating their distant relationship needed to change. He wanted to hear about his daughter's accomplishments and achievements, to hear about her new life away. Ruby still wanted to please her father, still desperately wanted his approval and confirmations, and the prospect of reigniting their bond was too appealing to pass up: the job could wait.
"Daddy," she sighed into his welcoming embrace at the airport. She was unsure of how they could repair their relationship, knowing that she was partly responsible for the distance. She was here, willing to try, knowing he was too. She held him for a long time during their embrace, feeling the strength of his firm body.
He and Mom had had Ruby young, and now he was barely a man of 45. He was fit, firm, and muscled, with wavy brown hair, and a full beard that now rubbed her check affectionately. She had been a little surprised to see how he hadn't aged a day, and scandalised at her strange thoughts. She wondered why was she noticing these enticing things about her Dad. Shrugging off the intrusive sexual thoughts she smiled up at him, happy to be in her father's arms.
"Ruby, you've become a beautiful young woman during your time away." He said,
"You're positively glowing! It'll be good to have you back home. With your visit, you've brought life back to your old man."
"You're hardly an old man, daddy," she returned appraisingly, once again observing his young, lithe body. She needed to restrain herself.
"What do you have planned for us whilst I'm here?" she asked, changing her train of thought.
Her welcoming was everything her heart desired, to be doted on and loved by her father. She easily slipped back into her childhood role; a young girl desperate to please her father, desperate to be loved and protected. They spent the trip to the house catching up, telling him stories about her internships, her successes, her new apartment and good friends. He told her about his church group, and the Chevy Impala he as doing up.
When they reached the old house, a wash of old memories and emotions assailed her. The place hadn't changed in years. This was the house where her mother raised her, baked for her, sung her to sleep. This was the house where her Father had taught her to swing a baseball bat, taught her to change a tire, and helped her do her homework. This place held years of good memories.
"Since you've had a long day, let's order in some pizza, have a few drinks?" He suggested as she put her bags down.
"That sounds perfect." She said, surprised her dad was willing to spend a casual night relaxing with her. Ruby didn't really know what to expect from him, usually he was all business and all formality. This was a side of him she hadn't seen before. He was changing for her, trying to make her comfortable with him again.
Once she had gotten settled, she joined him in the living room. He handed her a beer that tasted strange, and she couldn't help but wince.
"New artisanal blend from the local brewery. Abit young I'll admit, I swear it normally tastes better." He said.
"It's not too bad." She lied, drinking it down. She didn't know how he could drink this, but she wanted to please him. If he liked it, she would certainly make an effort to as well.
They continued catching up, talking about the future, her career, and even love lives.
"I've been focusing for so long on my career and my studies, I really need to focus on my family and finding a partner."
"I'm sure it'll be easy for someone as personable and alluring as you." He commented, his comforting hand petting her thigh.
"You'd be surprised by the lack of interest." She said, hesitating, unsure of how honest she could be with her father.
"People are threatened by a driven woman, and I think they don't know how to approach them." She added, feeling like she might need to defend herself to him.
