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He sat there, watching tv on the old worn out couch. Not really focused on what was on the screen, but rather thinking of how the last days have been going. The small but slightly visible erection on his pants certainly spoke aloud. He was really glad to be alone right now, but the thoughts that had been assaulting him for a while had not stopped. It had all to be his own imagination, but the idea that Loona was intentionally teasing him sexually was perhaps too much of a stretch.

The ‘Oozie’s Incident’ had been some months ago and he had been lonely, since Stolas didn’t want too much else from him other than the grimoire at each full moon, so perhaps it was also the lack of sexual release that until so recently had been something that kept his mood on check, now it was making him… consider… that those shorts his daughter wore were too tight.

Blitz shook his head and tried to forget about that, crossing his legs and trying to immerse himself into the stupid program. Loona will be out for a little while longer, so perhaps he could forget about this and simply enjoy the day.

“Shopping with Octavia better take all the damn day.” He whispered, as he allowed his elbows to rest near his own knees as he watched tv, his chin over the upper part of his hands.

Loona stepped out of the car with style, turning around and leaning back down so she could talk to the person on the other side of the back seat, with the unintentional effect of sticking her ass out really far. Hopefully Blitzo will see out the window. she thought. He wouldn't, unfortunately, but she had more chances to take tonight. 

"Hey Tavi, thanks for the day out. This is gonna be exactly what I need." She held up her shopping bag and shook it lightly. She leaned back out of the car door. "Best of luck with your dad too girl. Later!" she called out as the door shut and the car sped off down the road, headed for the Goetia manor.

Turning back around, she eyed up the shitty apartment building she and Blitzo shared. "Alright, tonight's the night." She pushed open the door to the lobby. Checking to make sure no one was around, she started up the stairs to their floor, and started taking her arms out of her shirt sleeves as she went.

Blitzo just kept staring at the tv, trying to immerse himself into something else that wasn’t the shaking booty of his (adopted) daughter. He tried to put those sexually inciting thoughts behind a concrete wall, but the erection on his pants wouldn’t go down. It wasn’t as bad as other times (he still remembered that time he had almost seen her completely naked in the shower and he had to relieve himself), Blitz was still uncomfy with it. He gave a long, shaky sigh, as he took a more relaxed position on the couch, allowing his dick to be less restricted by the cloth. It had something to do with blood-flow and stuff like that…

This would help, probably… so long as nothing arousing or enticing happened. This will help and he will go to bed and not wake up almost wanting to jerk himself off to the thoughts of his daughter sucking him off until he-

He slapped himself.

“Be calm Blitzo…” He whispered to himself. Unaware of the gathering storm coming his way.

One of the (few) benefits of living in a shitty apartment in a shitty neighborhood was that Loona didn't give a rat's ass about any of her neighbors, or their landlord, or anyone else in the building besides Blitzo. And she knew they all felt the same about her. That mutual apathy is what gave her the confidence to fully strip out of her top in the stairway, replacing it with the shorter one from her bag, one that showed off plenty of underboob as she walked. Then, stopping to lean against the wall, she fully took off her tights, leaving her in only her panties for bottoms. Stuffing her old clothes into the shopping bag, she arrived at the apartment door.

Another advantage (not really) to living in a shitty building is that the locks were so bad, Loona didn't bother to carry a key. Flicking out a claw, she pushed it into the lock, and with barely a jiggle was opening the door, giving no warning to Blitzo on the other side. "Hey Blitzo, I'm home!"

Blitzo tensed slightly, but luckily his cock didn’t do the same. He kept staring at the TV, a bit rude but he wanted this peace to last at least a bit more. Crossing his legs now again and simply reclining himself against the bad support of the couch, he tried to shove aside the implications his dirty mind was making due to Loona’s return. All those cravings that hadn’t stopped, and threatened to make the softening bulge far larger,  so he moved his head slightly to make his voice project across the room.

“Hi Loonie!” He said, in his usually cheerful mood “How did the shopping go with Octavia? Have any fun?”

Yeah, he...this was fine, they were going to have a really nice little conversation, she would lock herself into her room the rest of the day, and it would be fine. All normal between them.

"It was great!" Loona replied, faux-excited. She had seen Blitzo's dick out before he had a chance to cover it, but decided to play along and pretended not to notice. "The stuff we got was so good, I decided to wear this one home." She dropped down hard on the couch next to Blitzo, crossing her own legs and putting a thumb under the bottom of the top. She pulled it a bit like she was emphasizing it, but she did it in a way that flashed her boob in Blitzo's face, and she knew the way she had her legs crossed made her pussy clearly visible through her panties. "Whatcha think?" she asked with a smirk.

His attention on the tv was obliterated as he heard the small croaking of the poor couch under her daughters a-...rear. He couldn’t really do much but force himself to stare straight ahead and try to keep it cool, as the last thing he wanted was Loona mad at him. But he really wasn’t ready, and saw his hopes for peace of mind and non-lewd evening go down the drain. Loona’s underboob, usually only slightly visible, was completely and absolutely going over any crappy decency standard. He bit his lip furiously as he saw how those prominent breasts and their nipples poked completely from below the cloth, not to mention that the thumb under the bottom flashed him those so delicious breasts. And the pussy, those panties could be so easy to simply rip off...

“Hmm~” He then gave a fake cough as he looked away, not at the TV but at least not at those beautiful breasts. “Uh, that’s goodie Loonie, I’m really glad you had fun and...hmm, are ya wearing that for the Vortex guy or something?”

He raised an (apparently) apathetic eyebrow at her, still not daring to stare directly at those breasts again, nor at the flashing pussy. It was evident Loona wasn’t wearing shorts, had she freaking come like that on purpose to arouse him? Was he just being too dirty minded, and she just wanted something?

“Just asking, you usually don’t wear stuff that tight.” He made an odd movement with his hand, still reluctant to stare at her again, his eyes would end up at some sensual place for sure… maybe he needed a good cold shower.

"Vortex? Naaah." Loona pulled the hand out from under the top and waved it through the air, dismissing the statement but also "accidentally" leaving the top up to expose her chest. "He's cute, but you know," she gave Blitzo the most 'bedroom eyes' look she could, whether he was looking or not "not really my type. So!" Loona turned to the TV as if nothing was happening. "Whatcha watching?" She shifted her position a bit so she was laying juuust off of Blitzo's lap, so that her hair would be brushing his dick if it were out.

He saw them, those eyes didn’t speak of the usual bothersome and angsty ‘Loonie’ he knew, he had seen those on Verosika’s first night they both almost broke the bed with a loud fucking. He felt a bit relieved as she suddenly changed her attitude, but her position shift made him uncomfortable, he was so sensitive down there! His dick twitched and leaked some pre as Loona’s hair brushed it, despite it being in his underwear and pants. 

“L-Loonie…” His voice turned slightly funny as he steeled his nerve to speak “I-I’m watching some horse documentaries y’know ~ hmm, also y-your hair hmm-”

He had to find a way out of this. Why didn’t that idiotic Moxxie didn’t call him for anything when he needed it most?

"Oh you noticed? We stopped at a spa too, got the full treatment." Loona reached above her head and ran her hand through her hair. When she felt the bulge of Blitzo's crotch under her hand, she stopped and gripped it gently. "Hm, what's this?" She pretended not to know, running her palms and fingers over it like she was trying to figure it out. With her other free hand, she reached between her legs and began rubbing her fingers along her slit over her panties.

He stared at her almost hypnotically as she reached her hand downwards, and then it happened. Her hand went right at his crotch, not beating around the bush anymore. Yet there was no time to say anything, as she suddenly gripped it, Blitzo had to make a ton of effort just to not moan or groan. His hands trembled as he stared at his daughter while she herself was stimulating him...perhaps?…

“L-Loonie… I’m… nghh!” It felt good, oh so fucking good. “P-perhaps it's better if yy-you stop, I’m-I’m your old man, your dad y’know that crap oh my-” He whispered as he felt the kind and hot touch she was giving him on his genitals, despite his pants the underwear it was getting harder by the second.

"Hm? Why should I stop?" It was fake innocence and they both knew it, but Loona wasn't letting Blitzo off that easily. She was going to keep pretending she had no idea what she was holding. And boy, was she holding it. She cupped Blitzo's balls for a moment, before moving to his shaft. And up his shaft. And up his shaft. And up his shaft. Holy shit dad, no wonder Stolas fell for you, you could plug a dam with this thing. She languidly ran her hand up and down, matching the speed at which she was rubbing herself.

“It’s not-” Blitzo clenched his teeth as he felt it on his balls, and oh the sweet movements up his shaft “L-Loona…” He whispered, his mind getting cloudy with pleasure “Mghh!”

How long had it been since anyone had cared about his sexual needs like this? It had been too many weeks without getting to fuck that stupid bird and he was horny. Yet some part of him was still reluctant to take it all in, despite the fact Loona was doing this knowing very well what she was doing…

“Nghh- ahh!” A little leak of precum appeared where his shaft was as Loona spoke dirty while she started rubbing him properly, he cursed himself for wearing his tight set of pants for today. His hand still hesitated on either unbuckling his belt or pushing her off him “I… Loona!” He moaned, almost wanting to say something, yet it seemed his lustful side was winning at the moment, as his mind started pouring tons of ideas of what he could do once his dick was out of its prison...

Alright, that was enough teasing. She spun around on the couch so she was laying on her stomach, pulling her hair away from his pants but quickly replacing it with her face. "Awww. That looks uncomfortable." She said it in more of a whisper, her position shift making the situation feel all the more intimate. "Here, let me help you out." She pulled her other hand out from between her legs, and put both of them on his crotch.  She made sure to smear as much of her slick over his pants as she could as she unbuckled his belt and removed anything else standing in the way of his dick springing free. And when it did, her mouth dropped open. The thing reached almost up to the middle of his chest. There was a size difference between her and Blitzo of course, but even so that thing could fill her with inches to spare. Still struck dumb, she wasn't even aware she was leaning in until the dick was suddenly pressed up along her nose, her hot breath running along the shaft. Her pupils would've been hearts if this were a hentai.

Blitzo finally caved in as he saw her face come closer to it… his hands stayed where they were and he just stared. He bit his lower lip as she whispered, he answered her softly as she did that “I-It is…” It was, he fucking felt it wanting to spring free, despite the lack resistance, he was still unsure how to proceed properly, and then his pants got smeared by slick finally he got a relief from the pressure, threw a moan as the more fresh hair of the room blew on his dick, it had been ages since it was that erect. 

“I h-hope it is not too big for you...Loonie~” His voice spoke of lust, yet of caring, he was about to bite his lips again as he shuddered when he felt his daughter’s nose right against it. The breath made it twitch and move “Ah...mmm~” His right hand moved behind Loona’s head, and he rubbed the soft hairs, playing with them gently, there was no turning back now. “Can you help your old man bring this thing down…?” It pulsated as he held her softly “It...wants you… I… have been wanting this for a while...Loonie~”

Loona was pleasantly surprised to hear Blitzo finally come out and say it. He had been dancing around this desire for her for months now, she expected him to stutter and deny and run off. Not bad Blitzo. Way to commit. She thought with genuine respect. Now we can get somewhere.  

"Weelll..." she made a big deal about pretending to think about it. "Sure Blitzo. Since you asked nicely." Sticking out her tongue, she ran it all the way from the base of his dick up to the head, so high she had to arch her back somewhat uncomfortably to reach it. Nothing a quick shift on the couch can't fix, and now she was kneeling besides Blitzo, tongue running circles around the head of his dick. Making sure to catch his eyes, she bobbed her head down, taking the first few inches in her mouth. 

He blushed and clenched his teeth slightly as he saw how she pretended thinking about it. The Imp gave a long sigh of relief that was cut by a soft moan as he felt the dexterous tongue move all the way up. He loved this, and he let go of her head softly as she moved, not wanting to ruin what she considered was best for him. His cock kept leaking precum as it was stimulated, and as she finally arrived at the head of his dick, and both shared a stare, she went down to the base.

Blitzo moaned, his legs moving at the stimulation, enjoying having a tight wet mouth to put his member inside. It felt heavenly, so much so he decided to push Loona’s head slightly down his fuckstick a bit. His tongue rolled out as his eyes were starting to become hazy, filled with a rampant lust that until now only Verosika and Stolas had seen in action.

“Mghh, Loona!” He moaned, pushing her a bit more down as he allowed his breathing to become ragged from enjoying the pleasure. “Good girl~ … I needed this so much...”

Loona's mouth was full, so she couldn't really reply to him. But when he pushed her down a few more inches, she let out a startled cough-choke. But there was no need for Blitzo to worry, what she had been doing before was going a bit slow to draw this out. But if Blitzo wanted fast, she could give him fast. 

Making sure her lips were wrapped around it and sucking the whole way, she pulled her mouth back off of Blitzo's dick with a pop! . "Shut up. Don't say anything." Loona barked before Blitzo could open his mouth. Acting cool and aloof even with strands of precum hanging from her lips, and dripping wet panties, she pulled a hair tie off her wrist and quickly put her long hair in a ponytail. Then, sliding off the couch onto the floor, she swung around until she was kneeling in front of Blitzo again. "Now where were we?" With a smoldering look, she opened her mouth and took Blitzo's dick halfway down the length in one go. 

He was a bit worried he had pushed too much with what he said, but he was ordered to simply shut up, so he did. He saw how his daughter behaved, so in control of the situation despite the enticing strands of precum on her lips, and he got even more turned on. The hair-tie ended up making her daughter look even hotter. Did he have a kink for ponytails?

That was a thought for another day, as the hellhound’s mouth opened again and half his length ended up inside. Blitzo moaned like a whore demon the slut-ring, he kept his hands relaxed, he wanted that wet hole sucking his whole length, but Loona had it under control, so he simply grabbed and braced himself to the couch as he awaited the sexy hellhound’s next move. “Loona!” He moaned, his hips moving out of his control trying to face-fuck her slightly.

She would never say it out loud, but Loona appreciated Blitzo not pulling her the rest of the way down his shaft. It was big, even for her, and she would need to get used to the feeling of it slowly before she could go for it all in one go.

So that was what she focused on. She began bobbing her head up and down, taking just a little more with each bob. And she made sure to use her tongue as she did, swirling it around, letting it drag along the side, even poking out of her mouth a few times to let drool messily drip down onto Blitzo's lap. Both of her hands were on Blitzo's knees, spreading his legs apart so she could keep up her sloppy work.

Blitzo let out his more animalistic side by grunting and moaning and squirming softly in place, enjoying the whole experience. His hands stopped clenching around the poor sofa’s cloth, as he kept staring at the erotic sight in front of him, those droplets of saliva going down his shaft and intermixing with the drips of precum that were making a humid stain on the couch. The first of many. He gasped as the tongue swirled around his cock, and seeing his hands were now free, and Loona’s were on his knees, he made a little stretch and let his hands rest over his daughters.

“You’re doing this so well sweetie...oh my fucking Satan…” He stared at her. “You gotta wake me up like this from now on, that stupid bird couldn’t even suck me off to save his life, ooooh myyyy” He was melting under the ministrations, his cock was twitching and an orgasm was slowly building.

Loona wanted to say something like "Don't be so full of yourself, asshole." But her mouth was busy at the moment, and she was also more than a little proud that she had beaten Stolas at pleasing her dad in at least one way. Fueled by her competitiveness, she gripped Blitzo's legs more to anchor herself than anything, and drove her head all the way down to the base of his cock. For a moment she just had to sit there, processing the feeling of it passing her mouth and bulging her throat. But eventually, she slowly drew her head all the way back up until just her lips were at the very tip. Looking Blitzo in the eye she placed one hand on the side of his dick and gave it a gentle, almost worshiping kiss, before diving back down to the base again and beginning to bob her head even faster than before.

“AH LOONA!” Blitzo held the urge to hold her there and fuck her mouth until he came. “Mghh!”

He could barely hold it, he wanted so bad. It felt so good to feel his daughter's mouth at the base of his cock, and looking at her taking it made his cock twitch and throbbed inside her mouth. He had to hold on a little grunt of frustration as he saw her move up, until only those pretty lips stayed on his dick’s head. He was about to beg her to do it again...and then…

“AHH, AHH!” He screamed as he started feeling it, too good, too fast, It was all he fucking ever wanted on any of those times he fucked the idiotic prince, he wanted a rough partner and one that could make him squirm, twitch and drool like his daughter was. “Loonie! Don’t fucking stop please, please!” He begged, his eyes going almost to the back of his skull as he just heard the delicious noises of Loona going at his father’s dick...as it should be.

Loona felt Blitzo's dick twitching in her mouth and thought to herself Oh no, not yet. Pulling her mouth off of Blitzo's cock for the last time tonight, but definitely not the last time overall, she stood in front of him sweaty and covered in drool and precum. 

"Nuh-uh." She said. In one swift motion, one hand went to her barely-there top and the other to her panties and ripped them both off, leaving her bare to her father. "The only place you're allowed to cum-" she spread her pussy open, letting strings of her juices leak out onto the floor. "-is right here." and with that she pounced on him, straddling his lap and instantly pushing him into a deep kiss. She ground her pussy along the length of his dick, excited to put it in but trying to continue the foreplay a little longer.

Blitzo whined as the lips departed his dick, but he had an idea of what was coming. She looked sexy as she stood in front of him with all that drool and precum dripping from her clothes and fur. He loved this, he would have given her a cunnilingus himself had she not moved first to rip off her own clothing, just to show her pulsating pussy which indeed seemed to need a big Imp dick inside. 

“Lo-” And she pounced on him and kissed him “Hmmm!”

And of course that wasn’t all. Of course not, she felt her straddle him and then ground her vagina against the length, practically using his cock as a pillar, he already wanted to put it inside her and cum. But he acquiesced and grabbing her into a hug, he started kissing her back with rough tongue motions. Making sure to get his tongue inside and for it to teach Loona perhaps at least one thing on tongue kissing.

"Mmmmph. Mmmm!" Loona didn't know imp-tongue could be so flexible and versatile as it swirled around in her mouth. The only thing that kept her from going limp like putty in his hand was the fantastic feeling of grinding on his cock. But she was definitely going to make Blitzo eat her out later. 

She moaned into his mouth as she arched her back in time with his thrusts, pushing her boobs into his chest. It was fun to grind on him like this (she was discovering so many new fun things she could do with Blitzo), but he had been close before when she was blowing him, and she wasn't kidding about him only being allowed to cum in one place. With an extra rock of her hips, she lined the tip of his dick up with the entrance of her pussy, not pushing it in just yet but making it clear that she was ready for it.

Blitzo also moaned back as he felt Loona doing so during the kiss. His dexterous hands moved to squeeze and play with those soft breasts that pushed against his chest, the fantasies had entertained so many times to simply play and lick those breasts. He spared a moment to kiss them, withdrawing from the kiss; and as he did so, he felt it, that sweet leaking from his daughter's pussy right over the head of his dick. He withdrew now from the breasts and kissed Loona again, he gave her a little smirk.

“Guess it’s a bit late to ask you to bring the condoms huh?”

He didn’t even bother to hide how sarcastic and teasing that question was. Fuck everything; his daughter needed his dick and he was going to give her what she needed

“Condoms?" Loona snorted. "We're throwing those out. Condoms are banned in this house from now on." And with that, she dropped down onto his dick. A moan almost immediately ripped out of her throat before she could stop it, and more were right behind it. But that would be embarrassing, so she instead bit down on his horn like a bone. Not hard enough to leave a mark, yet. With shuddering breaths she began to hump into Blitzo.

Blitzo smiled wide, at the small fantasy of throwing out all contraceptives in the house, free to always cum into that leaking pussy. And the delights were far from over, he was about to answer her with some sarcastic joke or something when he drew a loud gasp as he felt the pussy drop into him, practically devouring his cock. It felt perfect, beautiful, he wanted more and more. Yet as he was about to moan aloud, he noticed Loona biting his horn, it was kind of comical and surreal, yet there was no time to lose. Cracking a laugh and a groan, he grabbed Loona’s hip and started pounding her daughter’s vagina with his long dick.

Her insides held his member with a herculean hold that made it difficult to even slightly pull out, this was far better than the bird’s ass.

“Mm!” He was drooling again, giving his daughter a lustful look as he kept fucking “Soo good, soo tight, you wonderful sweetie~ my Loonie~” He winked at her as he started pushing even deeper, trying to reach the entrance of the womb with his head.

Unfortunately for Blitzo, Loona wasn't paying enough attention to his face to see the wink. Fortunately for Blitzo, that was because she was entirely focused on the dick pounding her like a jackhammer. Having the whole length thrust into her all at once caught her off guard, but it barely hurt compared to how full she felt. Even with their size difference, the tip of it was poking up against the entrance to her womb. She almost regretted going bareback for their first time fucking. She hadn't been joking about the "no condoms" thing, but now she was fully sure it wouldn't be as satisfying with one on. There was no going back. 

She let go of Blitzo's horn with a gasp, feeling some friction holding her back as she did. When they finally popped out, she looked and saw that she might've been biting a little harder than she thought, because there were clear teeth marks on the horn. That's actually kinda hot Loona thought before she began licking Blitzo's cheek and whining like a bitch in heat. She let her animal side take over, and it was telling her to get creampied.

Blitzo was feeling it, more and more, just like Loona. A deep need inside him kept him going, he wanted more of this, more and more. His cock twitched and throbbed deep inside while he felt her daughter licking his cheek, he answered kissing her with an animalistic surge of sexual energy. He interlocked his tongue with hers before withdrawing, holding onto the hellhound by the hips and fucking her hard.

So many scenarios sprung to mind, and one of them made him speak as he was moaning and gasping at the hold as his hips started moving savagely fast.

“Fucking forget the condoms~ no more clothes for you on this house!” He spoke loudly, out of his regular somewhat composed self. He loved this, he needed more of this. “I’ll fuck you day and night- you heard me? You heard me!?” 

Loona was his; he wanted to fuck her raw and make her feel loved and like a goddess. He wanted to wake up in the mornings and open her legs and wake her up with loads of cum inside. Her pussy was driving him mad and he was going to make sure to creampie her now and forever.

“FUCK!” He said, trying to increase the pace even further, the precum flowed freely, he wanted it so bad, to cum inside Loona.

Loona smiled, giving Blitzo more slobbery dog kisses wherever her tongue could reach. She was ecstatic to hear that, that she would be fucked more after this. She would bend over the counter while they made breakfast, suck his dick under the desk at the office, give him footjobs across the meeting table, and of course take his dick inside her pussy as many times as she could get away with. 

A moment of semi-clarity struck her, and she leaned down and whispered in Blitzo's ear "I'm yours, Blitzo." Reaching a shaking hand into the shopping bag she had discarded on the couch, she pulled out a leash. Clicking one end onto her studded collar, she wrapped the other around one of Blitzo's hands. "Whenever, wherever, however you want me."

He enjoyed those kisses, holding her head against him for seconds to drive her more on it, he couldn’t wait. No more clothes for Loona, he would fuck her whenever he wishes, this pussy, that vagina he was fucking needed more Imp cock stuffed inside. She needed it, his daughter needed to get her insides painted white again and again.

He was about to lose himself to the ideas running wild through his mind, before Loona whispered those words into his ear, feeding this new fixation of his. He kept pounding, but his eyes focused onto the leash she took off the bag. He loved the idea of having a leash to aid him in his domination, he then saw how she clicked one of the ends on her collar and then she wrapped the other end on one of his hands, his eyes opened completely.

Him, she was him, whenever wherever, and however he wanted.

He tugged softly, taking good care to not do it too rough (despite the dissonance with the fact he was fucking her like a savage). Before clenching his teeth and speaking his mind.

“No more clothes!” He spoke, loudly, obscenely, reaching again into his womb with his dick “That or lingerie- but you never covering your body again, it’s mine! Mine!” He started thrusting fully, trying to get himself inside up to the base. “I will fuck you while you sleep, will cum on your face while you text on your phone, you are mine! Mine Loona! Mine!” He went full greedy, giving himself fuel for a good long orgasm. He was feeling it approaching and this was making it all more certain he would fill her. “I will rip those stupid shorts off you if you ever ww-wear  them again, just like the top!” He said.

The last bits of Loona's mind not occupied with fucking her dad were briefly excited to text Octavia and tell her how well her night had gone, and her new wardrobe choices. There were only two beings in Hell who's thoughts on her she gave a shit about, Blitzo and her bff Octavia, and if she didn't warn the owl girl then the nudity might come as a bit of a shock. 

And then that part of her mind was decisively shut up when Blitzo started prodding the entrance to her womb again. She pulled him closer, as close to her as she could, wanting him to mark her with his scent so the rest of Hell knew she belonged to him.

Being a Hellhound made her naturally physically strong, the strongest in I.M.P.'s office. She didn't use that strength often, but now with everything she wanted she couldn't stop herself. Her bouncing was getting harder and harder, the legs of the couch were starting to creak and crack. "You gonna do it? You gonna cum inside me, your cumdump of a daughter?" She shoved Blitzo's face onto one of her boobs as she said it. "Whenever you want, Blitzo. My pussy, ass, boobs, hands, mouth, hair, ears. They're all yours to lick, suck, bite, fuck, grab whenever you want. I'm gonna get your name tattooed right over my womb so everyone knows it's yours forever."

Oh the fucking bouncing, it was so good, he kept doing his part of course but the strength that it was done with was so much for him. He loved Loona’s pussy, it was even tighter than Verosika’s. He stared at her with eyes of adoration and possessiveness, he wanted this, he loved this, he wasn’t going to ever regret this. And it seemed all sealed when she asked that, and his face got shoved into one of her breasts. He started sucking out of pure instinct, this was going to be their new normal, so it was better getting used to it. He licked and nibbled softly so he didn’t harm the skin. He gave her a lustful harsh look, she knew the answer of course, he was going to cum inside… and then.

“You better-” He gave two powerful thrusts that made his dick go all the way inside, leaving a nice bulge due to how big his dick was “You fucking hole, you fucking cumdump” Another thrust “Mine! Your fucking body is mine!” Another one, he felt the dam about to break “Fuck lingerie, naked 24/7 is it! And you better fucking show that tattoo to everyone in Hell!” Another one, he was one step from getting there “My Cumdump~ my personal onahole to fill! Mine!” He grabbed her hips roughly and kissed her, right on the mouth, savage and powerful kiss as he finally, finally...came inside his daughter.

With his final thrust, Loona felt him push past her cervix into her womb, and then her mind blanked out when he came, and she came with him. There was nothing else in the underworld, nothing but her womb and the dick inside it. Like a key fitting into a lock, she was sure this was where Blitzo belonged. Inside her, always. She would carry him around while he fucked her, never leaving her, it was how things were supposed to be. As she felt his molten hot sperm filling her, driving with single minded purpose to her eggs, it wasn't a question of if he had knocked her up, but how many puppies would he give her. 

She was so lost in the feeling that she had stopped bouncing, just straddling Blitzo's lap with her head thrown back, eyes staring into nothing, tongue lolling out of her mouth. As her senses slowly returned to her, she realized she had squirted all over Blitzo's hips and torso. She was too content to care, choosing instead to curl up on her daddy's lap as best she could without letting his dick slip out of her. She couldn't let any of the seed out after all.

Blitzo grew slack as the deluge of cum went inside his daughter, he stopped pounding as he was completely buried up to the base of his cock into Loona’s inside, she came so hard into him too, vaginal fluids into his hips and torso. It felt good, sticky and warm, those were the fluids of the love of his life, of his free use household partner. As the cumming slowed, he could finally move a bit and his eyes no longer tried to roll up his skull. He stared at Loona softly as she curled up to him, he too made sure to not withdraw yet, all that cum was to not be wasted.

“Mmm~” His hand went on to caress his daughter’s cheek as he went on to give her a soft kiss “You came so hard sweetie” He praised “This was really good Loonie~” Some of his non-greedy self was coming back already. “Can’t really wait to fuck you more around the house dear~” Yet some remained, just not as objectifying as it was during his ‘performance’. He became a bit embarrassed as he remembered the words he had said, and stuttered out a “S-sorry if I called you a hole and that~ I get really excited and really, really greedy during sex, should have warned ya~”

“Mmmmmm” Loona let out a content rumble as Blitzo started to pet her cheek, and her tail matched her mood, wagging back and forth lazily. “It’s ok daddy. I liked it.”

“Oh...you did?” That powerful confidence and greediness that was shown during the whole act was absent, as he had released himself from all the sexual tension that there had been since Loona started teasing him. “I’m...i’m glad you did~”

The hand caressing her face started to go down, first making caring circles on the lower part of her neck and then...as he rationalized some of the things he had said, it started to go down, to the breasts of his daughter. He bit his lower lip, his cock twitching slightly on the snatch of the hellhound, he was glad his virility wasn’t didn’t go down after just one orgasm. Stuff that you learn when you have to please a lustful prince, perhaps. 

He ended up groping her casually as he made a soft movement with his hips, a shallow thrust, thousand times more erotic due to the amount of cum still inside Loona. He loved how warm this hole was. He tugged slightly on the leash, keeping the soft thrusts going again.

The hand he had on her breasts moved, down and down; circling her sexy hips and then groping Loona’s asscheek, he felt his libido returning strongly, albeit the greediness was still in check. “I don’t think you’ve fulfilled your ‘functions’ as uh- um...Hole…” He groped harshly, obscenely, he took a soft breath, wanting to get more of that smell of sexual fluids that was filling the room. But he was hesitant on allowing himself to go full deep into that again, he loved his daughter… “There is still one more left I think um--”

“We can also sort out some more stuff regarding your… ‘role’ in this relationship from now on uuh-” Shyness be damned. “Only if you want of course, Loonie Dear...” He slowed the thrusts keeping his dick inside. Maybe she was tired, or maybe he was growing unsure about this all. Stolas didn’t mind, since they only fucked at a certain given time. This was… different.

“Mmmm.” Loona didn’t answer right away, but let the grinding of her hips answer for her. She was more than ok with anything Blitzo had in mind right now. But she was conflicted, because she didn’t want Blitzo to take his dick of the hole it was already in. She grabbed both of his hands in her own, then planted them on her ass. “Any hole you want is yours, daddy. But I think I like it in this one the best.” She clenched her pussy for emphasis.

Blitzo started to grope as soon as he got his hands set on his daughter's ass. He moved his hands as he gave her a soft stare, moving up and down those beautiful asscheeks, an erotic massage indeed. He wanted to do that too, so many things, but his dick deep inside Loona’s pussy was also comfy, and he couldn’t but agree that it was feeling all too well. His seed left an extremely warm and sticky sensation inside he couldn’t get enough off. Then he had an idea, he smirked as evilly as he could.

His right hand gave a good grope as he started thrusting into the pussy again, seemingly starting to fuck her again to keep that hole full, while one of his fingers went right at the pucker behind the tail. He took care to brush the thing with his hand first, perhaps there was indeed a way of making Loona want this even more... he gave her a (fake) innocent look.

“Oh well, mmghh!” He kept thrusting, he loved the feeling of her daughter's filled womb. “Its okay Loonie~ we can take care of this hole first too~”

His finger slipped into her ass.

“But how’s that feeling~ hgmm?” He kept thrusting up “You enjoying that… You set of warm holes?” He said, a tingle of greediness in his voice, yet the sweet Blitzo was still there.

When she felt the finger slip inside her butt, Loona let out a moan louder than any she had so far that night. This was the best of both worlds. The feeling of Blitzo still in her pussy, and his warm seed still pooled inside her being stirred up by his motions, but also her ass being played with was what must have been the perfect combination of senses. His finger didn't feel as good as his dick, but he only had one of those and she was happy it was staying where it was.

"Ooohhh yeeees daddy!" She started bouncing harder again, the slapping of her cheeks against his thighs echoing through the tiny space. "Fill your holes, fill them all."

He kept pounding her ass with his finger just as he started thrusting more and more, already getting back into the game completely, his lust reemerging and his greediness slowly returning. He decided to add two fingers as a reward as she started bouncing again, his long dick never allowing itself to completely leave her moist cavern. This was incredibly good, and the level of eroticism intrinsic to the whole act was getting to his head again…

“Oh, fucking whore~hmm!” He said, his hips moving up with each thrust, the pace more violent and harsh than before. “Yeah, that’s a good fucking whore for daddy~! MAHH!” He felt himself twitch. “Mm, I gotta fill you completely~ and after I’m done with this, I will go and rip all your clothes to pieces~” He smirked, biting his lower lip. “Fucking Satan, You’re so tight, so fucking tight, your ass and pussy~ I will have to really fuck you loose!” He spoke full of himself and with all the trust he could put on himself.

Loona groaned again as the pace increased. She was dimly aware that her womb was still entirely full of Blitzo's semen from round one, so when he came in her again ( Oh Satan yes he's going to cum in me again! ) there wouldn't even be anywhere for that semen to go. But she told her body to figure it out, because it was happening no matter what. 

"Yes, yes! You can have your holes whenever you want, nothing will get in your way of them again! I'll take the shape of your cock, no one else could satisfy me like you do!" Loona shouted her dirty talk at the top of her lungs, not giving a damn who might've heard it. She was so caught up in the feeling, she didn't think twice before saying. "Now, let's do it right now!" And putting one hand on Blitzo's back so he had the leverage to keep fucking her, stood up from the couch entirely.

Blitzo didn’t get time to complain, not that he would have, as he was suddenly raised from the couch, his pelvis still making those deep and violent thrust into Loona’s pussy. He gave her a lustful stare during it, all too proud that his whore was into this as much as he was. During the motion he started finger fucking Loona’s asshole, the two fingers inserting themselves into that sweetly tight hole he was learning to love so much, he went full animal-primal mode as he went on to drool all over her breast. He wanted to keep fucking, he wanted to keep cumming and making sure it all went into this warm set of holes he had for himself now.

“Mghh!” He moaned as he started nibbling Loona’s right breast and his other hand, the one not busy finger-fucking, grabbed the leash he had dropped during the whole affair. It had escaped his mind, but in the middle of his rightful frenzy for his whore, he recovered it, and he gave it a tug, making sure Loona felt it. He kept licking, fucking like an animal despite not being on the couch anymore and making sure his fingers wet all to to the base into the pucker. “ghh!” He withdrew a second, threw spit on the mound he was tending and delivered himself to the most savage fucking he could manage. No reason no control, just fucking his fucking cumdump

Loona immediately noticed a small error in her sex-hazed thinking, as when Blitzo tugged the leash, started sucking her nipple, and thrusted into her even harder her legs nearly buckled from all the pleasure. But she would keep going, at the very least to finish what her daddy wanted of her. 

Staggering over to the kitchen, she grabbed a bottle of vodka out of the fridge. Tipping her head back, she pounded three chugs of it while leaning against the counter, giving her the opportunity to roll her hips into Blitzo's, feeling him that little bit deeper inside her. The bottle left her mouth with a pop , and she made her way jerkily to her room.

Blitzo just went at it, not really minding all the trembling and the movement, this is how things were going to be between them in this apartment, and anywhere after. Her carrying him while he fucked her, so there wasn’t anything bad in getting used to this now. His violent thrusts got slightly better as she rolled her hips, just that little more of depth for his cock to reach made it all better, all more fuckable and all more perfect, he swapped to another nipple that he drooled over before sucking. He caught that he was being taken to Loona’s room, he smirked while he was sucking, before dropping that to keep focusing on the mound.

“Mghh! Mghhh!” Animalistic sounds came from the imp, he was a being of pure pleasure right now, focused into having what would become his daily activity.

Eventually making her way through her door, Loona placed the bottle on a shelf, careful not to break it. After that, she began tearing her closet apart. Drawers, hangars, shoes, anything that was or held fabric that went on her body was pulled out and thrown onto a pile on the floor. And when she had gotten it all, she grabbed the bottle of vodka and upended it all over the pile, soaking the clothes. And finally, grabbing her lighter from her nightstand, she flicked it on and threw it into the pile, smiling as it immediately caught and started to burn. And about half a second later, she collapsed back onto her bed. Flopping back onto her pillow, she let Blitzo go and spread her legs. "Yes, yes daddy! Breed me! Breed me in my own bed! I want your babies so much! I can't live without your dick inside me, you'll never have to walk anywhere again!" Her hands reached back and grabbed her sheets, twisting them as she lost herself in the pleasure again.

He would have cared if she was burning something else, but those were her clothes, meaning the whole free use deal was now without any sort of impediment. Not anymore, not forever. They were going to save a fortune as Loona would never wear clothes again. This was going to be fucking great. As the hellhound collapsed with him atop on his bed, he made sure to withdraw from her breasts and slide another finger into her ass, now those were three inside, and his pounding was getting brutal, all the strength from years of training put to use into a session of savage sex.

“I will fucking breed you every fucking day!” He pounded her, allowing the dick pull out up to the very tip, risking allowing that delicious first round to spill, just to reinsert it again. “Fucking Hole! Fucking Hole!” That was what Loona was, and he was going to be the good guy in this story, filling that hole to the brim. “Hmm~!” He put in a fourth finger of his right hand as his left tugged onto the leash, making sure his empty-minded hole was staring at him “MGHHH!” He groaned and kept giving those incredibly strong thrusts that almost gave the impression he was going to take his dick out. His growls grew erratic, he kept the soft tug on the leash, he needed this whore to stare at him as he was almost fucking penetrating her womb!

The leash was tugging her so hard that it was pulling her up from laying flat on her back. She might've thought it was uncomfortable, if she thought her comfort mattered at all anymore. All that mattered was that Blitzo had access to her holes, however he wanted them. And if he wanted her to do sit-ups while he fucked her, then she would do it. As Blitzo's thrusts got deeper and deeper, and he pulled out further and further, some of his seed started leaking out of her. She wasn't worried, he would be giving her more soon, and more and more and more and more. 

When Blitzo's last finger stretched her open, she came again, squirting a mix of their juices all over Blitzo, the lower half of her bed, and the wall behind him. it felt just as glorious as the first time, and although she was panting with exhaustion and fatigue, she kept thrusting her hips toward his, trying desperately to squeeze every last centimeter of contact out of him.

Blitzo was close, Blitzo was happy. The moaning set of warm holes remained there, for him to fuck. This was now all that mattered, the new normal, he couldn’t wait for her to give him a blowjob during job reunions in full view of Moxxie and his wife. He couldn’t wait for their first outing to buy stuff as he just kept fucking her while she did everything, it was going to be perfect, all for his comfort and pleasure. Her wishes didn’t matter anymore, he got a tight warm place to put his dick inside, that was all. Her ideas and any thoughts will all be washed away by his virile seed, just like right now. 

“NGHH! MGHHh!” He kept fucking, he was going out of control, drooling as his dick buried itself deep inside, the orgasm was close, so fucking close. “LOONA!” Her orgasm, the one that squirted their mix over him and so many places was the straw that broke the (metaphorical) camels back “YOU FUCKING SLUT!” He said it loud, just like she did prior, not caring, this was for him, and him alone.

He came harshly, his dick twitched like crazy as he buried it once again deep deep inside as far as he could. He pushed himself inside as deep as he could, for seconds he just wanted their crotches to merge and for this orgasm to never end. He moaned, growled, and grunted, keeping a good hold on Loona’s leash, pounding her ass away and calling her all sorts of names. Cunt, set of holes, ‘hole proper,’ all of that, just reducing her to an object that was now his property as he claimed her for the second time that night.

As she felt Blitzo exploding inside her again, contrary to last time Loona just gave a soft, satisfied sigh. She had just cum moments before, so all she had the energy left to do was feel the warmth like a promise inside her. Blitzo would be with her forever, she was certain of it. All of the dirty talk and blind horniness suddenly rolled out of her. Panting, she sat up, wrapping her legs around Blitzo's waist to make sure he didn't pull out yet. Not that she expected him to, but it was the symbolism of the gesture that mattered. 

"Hey." she said quietly, almost like how you would greet a spouse early in the morning. "You think there's a record for the longest time a dick has been in someone else's vagina? You think we can beat it?"

Blitzo made a soft grumble as he finally finished, happy the hole was filled and full with his sperm. He flopped over Loona as his legs gave up. Two powerful and fertile orgasms were what he needed, and he had come out of this ‘confession’ of wishing to fuck his daughter with far more than he bargained for, a free use slut, not to mention what awaited after breeding her two times. He gave tired and ragged breaths, yet he managed to catch on to what Loona said as he made himself at home on his hole and simply grabbed her on a hug. He raised his eyebrows a bit, and gave a side stare to his dick.

“Maybe” He mumbled a bit “Gotta check out one of those Hellish World Records at the library” He moved his dick inside, just slightly, more out of getting more comfy in its new perpetual warmer than for seeking stimulation. He started cuddling Loona and said “Wouldn’t mind breaking it with you, love~” He then went to Loona’s ear “I wouldn’t mind doing anything with you~ can’t wait to show everyone at the office or new arrangement.”

Loona snorted and wrapped her arms around Blitzo’s back, pulling him closer. “Fatty’s gonna flip his shit, being all ‘That’s inappropriate to do in the workplace!’” She eyed the pile of flaming clothes next to her bed. “We should probably put that out before it burns the whole building down.” She yawned, the exhaustion of two full-bore breeding sessions catching up to her all at once. “Eventually. Put it out eventually.”

Blitzo eyed the pile of burning clothes. He was feeling lazy too, albeit it would be better to not be suddenly homeless by the next morning. He wanted to fuck Loona while she cooked breakfast for him (he was going  to put her on a really tight diet of Imp cum for breakfast lunch and dinner), and with their new arrangement getting on a shelter like that was going to be difficult. So, taking his hand off Loona’s ass, he grabbed a glass of water that was on the nightstand and threw it to the encroaching flames of the pile.

His shooting skills paid off and the fire was extinguished, he left out a really exhausted groan afterwards, he put his head against his daughter’s breasts, and made his dick feel comfy in her pussy. It would probably go soft as he slept, but that didn’t matter, his cock sleeve would be filled again when he woke up first thing in the morning.

“I love you Loonie…” He mumbled, kissing her lips. His dick twitched, happy as he was to go drifting to dreamland “Sleep well…” Blitzo yawned, kissed her neck and went to sleep right on the middle of the breasts. Holding the leash on his hand, loving owning Loona.

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According to your best friend, managing to get pregnant with your father’s cum was an odd yet pleasant twist for the night. Octavia drove the car way over the speed limit as she kept having flashes of what she expected. Unlike Loona, she had not bought something completely obscene like a top that barely covered herself. She had also been a lot...easier on her father, more of the coquettish kind of moves...

The pressure of getting married and making a heir from that woman was becoming unbearable, while Loona wanted to cut the string of the sexual tension with Blitzo, she was doing this for both herself and her father. The poor guy needed relief, she had snuck in on him masturbating, always ending with him still hard and unable to come. Her eyes drifted towards the bag, inside there was what she called a slut dress. Stiletto heels (she took care that those were not like her mother’s), a skirt that left most of her ass out, and a top which was tight enough for her smaller than average breasts to be noticed. 

As she turned into the manor and waved to some of the servants, she put the vehicle in one of the garages. It was impossible to get dressed here and go to him, so stuff will have to wait until she got to wherever he was…

• ‘hey dad- back home, you working?’ - She texted him.

She checked on the moist feeling down between her legs, she was craving this already. He better answer quick, cursed be Stolas for choosing a Cretan style manor, it was so fucking easy to get lost and she was going to fucking lose it if she started walking without knowing. At  least pink feathers of doom was out, so that meant no pressure other than finding him.

She went down the car with the bag in her right hand and opened the door to get out of the garage.

Stolas sighed at his desk, eying all the paperwork he had to handle. Stella, despite abjectly hating him and only barely tolerating her own daughter, refused to be anything other than a tyrannical bitch in whatever she did, including divorce. She was burying him under mountains of paperwork over things like who owned what, whether she could keep the royal title, and how often each of them would get to see their daughter. Stella had for some reason insisted she wanted full custody, and just the thought of it was starting to make his blood boil. He would sooner stab out Lucifer's eyes himself then lET THAT BITCH ANYWHERE NEAR-

His phone buzzed, breaking him out of his spiral. Picking it up, his feathers puffed up with joy seeing it was his daughter, and she was back from her trip with her hellhound friend! He sent her back a quick reply. 

• 'Excellent sweetie! I'm just finishing up in my study, would you like to meet somewhere?'

The mansion was so big, they had to plan to meet in specific places, or else they may never cross paths. In the past, she could hide from him for days in the maze of hallways and rooms. He eyed the papers on his desk with distaste. They could wait for tomorrow. 

Octavia clutched the bag tighter when she got the info. Perfect. His study was not only a romantic spot but also an incredibly secluded one, and importantly, soundproof. There wasn’t any place better for this than there, besides either of their rooms, but getting an excuse to be in one of them right now was more work than necessary. After quickly texting ‘nah, stay there, I brought you a surprise~’  the Goetia Demon walked through the gardens and halls, soon enough finding herself inside and navigating the corresponding road to her father’s study. 

She made a brief stop at the nearest bathroom (luckily just at the other side of the corridor from the studio’s door), and stripped out of her boring outfit to put on her slut clothes. She almost tripped over the white stiletto heels, and blushed horribly when she saw herself in the mirror. 

She walked towards the study door and, hesitating on the handle, bit her lower lip and knocked. Too aroused already, a trail of vaginal fluids started to drip down her inner thigh. 

“Dad, can I come in?” She asked, pretending to be in a normal mood.

Oh, a surprise! Exciting. Stolas thought to himself as he sat at his desk chair. He spun in it idly, letting his mind wander wondering what it could be. His little owlette so rarely got him gifts. He wasn't upset about it, children show their love in other ways, but it was a bit exciting if he were to be honest.

He was pulled out of his guessing game by the knocking at the door. "Oh, of course my dear!" he replied, standing up from his desk and crossing to the door in two long, quick strides. Pulling the door open, he looked down at his daughter with a "How was you-" but the words died on his beak as he saw what Octavia was wearing. There was no anger or disgust, but no arousal or want (yet), just raw surprise. Surprise indeed. 

“Hi handsome~” She almost fell as she took a step inside, managing to lean against the threshold of the door with some elegance. She made a coquettish gesture towards her dad “Heard that you were feeling lonely~” She stepped forward, pretty sure she could walk again without tripping, and planted her hands on Stolas’s chest. She could feel the muscle below the robe. As she ogled him, she made a soft smirk “And you needed someone to cheer you up!”

Her tone was not thirsty, and her cheeks burned with what she was doing. This was her dad, regardless of how much she wanted to fuck him, and this little ‘scene’ she was making for him was certainly a bit of something she had never experienced. She stared at him trying to remain composed and sexy, but was still afraid of harsh rejection. 

Stolas shut the door behind Octavia, then locked it just for good measure. He wasn't sure exactly what was happening, but he definitely didn't want any of the servants walking in on it. When she leaned into his chest, he instinctively put his hands on her elbows. "Oct-Octavia? What? Lonely?" Her outfit was certainly drawing his eye, and definitely not how a father should be looking at his daughter, but the sudden change in personality was jarring to him. Where before there was a young adult woman he was well on his way mending bridges with, it was like Octavia was trying to act as some sort of seductress. He wasn't rejecting her by any means, but the sudden come-on had left him floundering. "Your outfit is very...um..." Stolas turned away, blush coloring his cheeks. "Did you get it on your day out?" He managed to stutter out.

Stolas’ stuttered question brought her back to reality. This wasn’t a porn movie, it wasn’t going to be as easy as just walking into the room and getting herself pregnant. When her father grabbed her elbows and asked her about her outfit, she heaved a long sigh and stared down, slightly embarrassed.

“...Yeah, I got it today…” She mumbled and withdrew from her father. Realizing how completely bizarre and stupid that she looked,  Octavia stood slightly away from Stolas, her heels clacking on the floor as she walked. “I’m sorry that was… sorry” She said, the horny fantasies had gotten to her. She brushed the feathers on her head. “I just, ughh!” Octavia groaned, more angry to herself than with her dad “I just ruined everything didn’t I?” She should just forget this whole thing, this was- horrible. 

Stolas may not know what was going on lie, he knew exactly what was going on, but he definitely heard the self-deprecation in Octavia's voice, and he knew he could not let that slide. "No, no Octavia! You just caught me off guard. Come, come here." Stolas moved his arms to Octavia's armpits and lifted her into the air easily. "First, let's get you out of those shoes, they look dreadfully painful." He brought Octavia to his chest and adjusted his hold so one hand was on her back, and he walked them over to his chair. Sitting down, he placed Octavia on his lap facing him, one hand on her back. "Tell me what's happening, my dear." He trilled softly against her head, hoping to soothe her worries with the vibrations.

It was really surprising, and the wish of going to her room and burying her head on the pillow as she deprecated herself went on a puff as she was picked up by the armpits. She was really embarrassed, and while the Octavia that entered seconds prior would have loved to have her father’s hands touching her body, she just leaned into the hold needily. She couldn’t help but feel really taken care off when he walked both of them to the chair, and here she was on her father’s lap, and the trilling against her head did help her think more clearly. She stared at her father, one of the two beings that had brought her into this world, and felt her cheeks burn again, still due to the shame of what she was seeking with all of this. 

“I…” She tried to speak, yet from her beak no words came. She held her hands together, feeling really stupid, she just mumbled “...I...wanted to look sexy for you…so you can...” She said, biting her lower lip afterwards, not daring to finish. This was all perhaps not that much of a good idea.

"Well, it worked." Stolas ran his hand down the back of her hair. "You look truly ravishing my dear. But why?" Stolas may have been caught off guard by Octavia's clothes and demeanor when he opened the door, but he was no fool. He knew there could only be one reason for Octavia to dress and act that way, and her “ Hi handsome” was still burning in his ears. But he wouldn't let his little girl do something she would regret later on. He had to be sure this was what she wanted, genuinely wanted and wasn't some hasty decision to mask pain.

She liked that praise, a ton actually. It wasn’t like the ‘getting her wet with his voice’ thing she had read on so many novels about forbidden love, but it really was a good morale booster. Though not enough to get her out of that hole she had dug herself, she allowed her shoulder to lean against his father’s chest when he asked that. It was...so odd, this was Hell, but she certainly had not thought of saying it before they had…done the deed. That could be a bonus or something, yet it seemed she was going to have to say it out loud. 

“I… I wanted to look sexy for you so you…” She made an odd gesture that didn’t get the point across. “So you…” It was so fucking hard to say, was it so fucking obvious she had only masturbated before? “...So you can...get me pregnant and… I can produce a heir already…” She said that, it didn’t sound as sexy or erotic as she thought it would be. Reflexively he hid her face into her talons, not wanting to see her father’s face as he now knew his daughter, his owlet, had come to him so he could fuck her raw and bare so she would end up pregnant. 

Stolas kept his reaction calm, he wasn't that surprised honestly. This was Hell, there were plenty of royals who "kept the bloodline pure" so to speak, and while Ars Goetia was never one to ascribe to that theory, it wasn't entirely frowned upon. More of an open secret. 

"Thank you dear." Stolas kissed the top of Octavia's head. "I'm sure this is awkward to be talking about with your dad, so thank you for letting me know. But I have to ask again, why? Why are you so dead set on producing an heir? You have a millennia of years ahead of you."

She opened her eyes as she felt the soft kiss, and then another question. Her father was an intellectual, of course he would be interested, and of course being how adamant and straightforward she was being with all of this he would ask her why she was allowing her father to fuck her. She stood up on his lap, no longer leaning, hands crossed in front of her own lap, as she gave her father a soft stare.

“First I want mom to shut up about getting an heir, and secondly…” She rubbed her neck “I have seen thousands of suitors already, and none of ‘em are like you...you care about me and…” She gave shaky breath “...I also…uuummm”

Oh boy, that. 

“...Don’t like the fact you are having...problems pleasing yourself…” She spoke quickly before he could interrupt her “I peeked on you beating your meat like two times… and you were unable to finish up… so…” A long sigh. “Maybe I could help?” This was slowly turning so bizarre, but this was hell, maybe this was a normal day under the crimson sky.

It was Stolas' turn to go red now, though for two different simultaneous reasons. Firstly, how dare Stella pressure their daughter into anything? That woman played barely any part in her life after her birth, she should be begging Octavia's forgiveness, not ordering her to bear children.

But that aside, Octavia was also right about her two other points. He had seen some of the interactions she had with other young men at parties and galas, and he had barely contained himself from turning them to stone with how they were treating his little girl. But he hadn't known beforehand how far they had intended to go.

And it was true that lately he was experiencing some...frustrating issues pleasing himself. The few attempts Octavia had seen were one or two of dozens, if not hundreds. And he would be lying if he said Octavia's current outfit was having no effect on him. 

"Well," he started. This part would be challenging to talk about, but she had pushed past the awkwardness for him, the least he could do for her is return the favor. "It is true that I've been, ah, unable to relieve myself lately. But don't let any concern over that, nor words from your mother affect your decision. Are you sure you want this?" He was going to stop there, but felt that a little levity might be best in this situation. He leaned down and whispered in her ear conspiratorially "Though I admit a part of me would find it sadistically enjoyable if the heir your mother was so desperate for was my offspring as well."

She gave a soft blink as he talked, and could see it, that poor dick being unable to cum, her father panting like a god in heat with tired hands. How could she not be concerned? He would end up either going crazy or going to the lust ring. The second option wouldn’t be so bad, if she didn’t want him for herself. Yet Octavia nodded to what was being said, and she was about to answer. But then, just as she was going to say she really wanted, no, needed this-

That whispered wish… Octavia bit her lower beak and felt a soft pulsing in her pussy. She had not thought about that, but she contained herself. She put a hand on where Stolas’s heart would be, and traced a soft circle.

“...I want this…” She said, voice a bit hoarse from the arousal that was starting to come back, slowly.“I want to do this dad, and… I’m more in if that means we can have fun and screw mom on the way…” 

Her eyes bored into his. 

“...Also uh, now that you’ve asked me,” She stopped moving her finger over his chest “I guess it is only correct I ask back, do you want to do this with me dad?”

Stolas beamed down at his daughter with pride. "Oh my little Owlette, I'm so proud of you for asking. I would love to, my dear." He ran his hand up her back, rubbing slow, soothing circles into her feathers. He carefully moved one of her legs so she was straddling his waist now. "But a word of advice from someone who's been at this for longer than you, don't worry about rushing into it so quickly." Cupping the back of her head, he brought it up and planted a kiss on her beak, not a peck but not deep either. If this was to be his and Octavia's first time (and maybe Octavia's first time altogether!), he wanted to be sure she felt the full range of feelings he had to offer. "Take your time, enjoy yourself. I'm not going anywhere."

Octavia gave a soft sigh after the kiss was done, she loved this. That part of her that wanted this so much this was starting to flow back into her. She smirked to her father, as she was extremely happy he wanted this too. She grabbed him by his hips and started kissing softly, lovingly, the neck of her progenitor. She gave a good sniff to the area, enjoying the scent. 

“I love that fragrance you use…” Her inexpert hands stayed holding him, yet squeezing slightly the sexy frame hidden by the regalia. “I love you Dad.” She started kissing his neck, pampering it but withdrawing one second later to add “And thanks for the advice~” Her father was really experienced in this, and she was relishing the knowledge that was being shared with her with such kindness. It took a great deal of self control to not rush and kept her onslaught on his neck soft and romantic.

Stolas chirped in surprise and arousal as Octavia started giving her attention to his neck. “M-maybe I was wrong to assume I would be teaching you! You’re quite, mmmph! , good at this already!” He tried to match her attention by running his hands all along her body. Her back, shoulders, head, and eventually settling on cupping her ass. 

It was then that he noticed his dick poking out from between the halves of his bathrobe. Keeping one hand on her butt, he brought the other up to her back and pulled her closer to him. The feeling of her breasts pressed against his torso, even with some clothes between them, was more than enough to get him fully erect, and Octavia could definitely feel it resting against her ass.

“Hmm thank you daddy!” She muttered and squeaked happily as she resumed kissing his neck, moaning and gasping as she felt his adventuring hands moving along her body “Hmm!”

Octavia allowed her body to rock back and forth as her hands started exploring her father’s body too, she loved this far too much to stop now that she had been granted consent to proceed. She moved harshly, daringly, rubbing her breasts against his chest as she decided to kiss his lips again and use some tongue. Withdrawing from the kiss, her ass moved back again, and it was then when she felt it, wet, slick, hard and pulsating.

She looked with a side stare at the cock. She had managed for it to, by mere causality, end up between her asscheeks, as those were exposed by the ‘skirt’ she was wearing. She was perfectly sandwiching that piece of hot meat right between her slightly more prominent ass, she stared back at Stolas, and gripped his shoulders as she whispered in his ear. “Dirty prince~” She let out a soft laugh “So hard and I haven’t even taken my clothes off~” She smirked. “Lets punish you…”

She started grinding her ass up and down, giving that cock a really good rubbing between her asscheeks. She could feel it pulsing against her butt, near her asshole and vagina, and she made sure the movements were not timid nor harsh. She wanted her father to enjoy this, he deserved it.

"Mmmmmm." Stolas moaned with his mouth closed, too stimulated to open it in time. Feeling Octavia hotdogging him was glorious. All of his attempts at masturbation in the past couple of weeks felt almost laughable in comparison. Even his time with Blitzy paled in comparison. It was so good, and he had been pent up for so long…

"Aaahhahah! Octavia!" It had been decades since Stolas had cum with no warning. He grabbed Octavia's hips in a vice-like grip while his own jerked erratically, spraying his seed all over her back. It went on for a good ten seconds, before eventually he slumped back into the chair. 

"I...I'm sorry dear. You truly are amazing, I couldn’t control myself. But don't worry about our plans. Another benefit to being powerful," he wrapped a hand around Octavia's back to push his still-hard dick further between her cheeks. "no refractory period."

The feeling of having her hips grabbed was glorious, her father taking control during sex felt good. This was her first time too and she liked that she drove him so quickly to orgasm already, the feelings of warm wet cum running down her back were far beyond her fantasies. The smell of Stolas’ virility was pungent, and she could feel it wet on the sorry excuse for clothing she was wearing and running down into her feathers. Octavia let out gasp, her pussy throbbed a little leak of vaginal fluid.

“D-daddy!” She had enjoyed the fact Stolas got some well deserved relief after spending so many nights masturbating without success, yet as she was about to complain about the fact his cum had ended into her back and parts of the floor she couldn’t stop the most obscene moan let out of her beak as she felt the dick again between her cheeks “N-no refractory!?”

Octavia hotdogged him slightly, not really to repeat, but more for emphasis.

“That’s good~ that’s very good” She bit her lower beak and stared him right in the eyes, her hands lowering to his chest, starting to tease the exposed feathers that were visible with his bathrobe on. “Hmm~ That means more loads for my twat.” She spoke on a vulgar way, as one of her hands departed his chest and went to his dick, squeezing it with her hand, getting it sticky with precum which, soon enough, made the way to her mouth as she licked obscenely in front of him “Your precum tastes so good daddy, what we doing next?” She moaned after swallowing the delicious fluid from her hand.

At the sight of his daughter swallowing his fluids, he almost lost control right then and there. But he kept his cool, he was going to make this special for his owlette no matter how hard it was to resist fucking her right now. 

"Well clearly I don't need more stimulation!" He joked to lighten the mood a bit. "But I think you still deserve a little attention too." Standing up and kicking his chair backwards in one fell swoop, he supported Octavia's weight with one arm under her butt while the other swept all those pesky papers off his desk onto the floor. Forget them, there was something infinitely more important right in front of him. Placing Octavia gently on her back on the desk, he knelt down on the floor and pulled the sinfully short skirt off, leaving her bottomless. "You're so gorgeous my dear." He breathed out, eyes locked between her legs. Leaning forward, he nuzzled his head against one of her thighs before licking a long stripe up her entire pussy, bottom to top. 

“Uh, you sure you don’t-” She was about to add something else, but he interrupted her. As Octavia scrambled on her horny but still somewhat coherent thoughts, she suddenly found herself supported by only one arm under her butt. The sound of the chair being kicked, followed by the papers falling to the floor as her father swept off made only one thing very clear. “Oh my Satan.” She mumbled as she was settled into the desk, her skirt was off as soon as she was settled and on her back, and she bit her lower beak.

“Y-you are really beautiful too dad--” She may be extremely horny and anxious about this, but that didn’t mean she was going to be rude “Aaah!” She moaned as she felt first his head against the thigh, which morphed into a scream when she felt his tongue against her whole pussy. “AAAH DAD! YES! YES!” She had to clench her teeth to keep herself from screaming more, it felt way too good, unholy satan

Stolas smiled, and began pleasing her in earnest. He may not have been with a woman since, well, since Stella two decades ago, but he knew enough to know what he was doing. He started slow, not wanting to overwhelm Octavia right off the jump. So he licked. Up, down, around, a little inside but not too much yet, and he teased the nub of her clit a little too. Not enough to make her cum, but to keep her going. This was going to be drawn out, but it would be worth it. 

One of his hands reached up the desk, finding hers and lacing their fingers together. He pulled away from her for just a moment. "Don't hold back your moans my dear, I want to hear my songbird sing."

She moaned low at first after regaining as much decorum as she could during a drawn-out fucking between a demon overlord and his daughter. But then, as Stolas’ tongue went to work into her cunt, she started to melt in pleasure. She was loving this, her legs closed around her father’s head softly (to give him space to move) as her hips rolled up against his expert mouth. She let him withdraw, she could see her fluids on his beak, but was still enough focused to heed to his words. 

“Daddy please fucking lick your daughter’s cunt then!!” She moaned as she squeezed his hands hard. She wanted more, she wanted so fucking much more, more of his tongue and more of him over her.

Stolas enjoyed this dirty talk from Octavia more than what she had said when she met him at the door, because he knew this talk was real, not some act she thought she had to put on. So he did, increasing the pace and depth of his licking, before finally opening his beak wide and sticking his tongue inside her. He swirled it around, running along her walls with a steadily increasing pace. He was dripping precum onto a carpet that most denizens of Hell would kill to own even a square foot of, and right now he couldn't care less. His free hand wanted so badly to reach down and start stroking himself, but he held off knowing that what would come soon would put everything else before this to shame. 

“AH, AH!” She screamed at full volume as the cunnilingus went further and further. “FUCK DAD FUCK!” She loved this, she tried to push him a bit further into herself but the pleasure was so intense her legs had given up. Octavia’s twat kept drooling sweet fluids into his mouth, her tongue rolling out. She took off her top and threw it behind her as she withdrew her hands from her father’s and cupped her own breasts to add to her own pleasure “AAAH DAD!”

His tongue was inside! Her hips moved like crazy trying to drive herself up to a good orgasm.

“DAD- DAD YOUR BEAK, YOUR TONGUE!” She moaned for him, for her dad to keep going. She loved this, it was all so magical and exciting and new, her first time with her father! “Keep going, please!!” She hit the desk with her fists as she felt him hit a good spot inside her “AHHH!”

Some magic slipped out and she made two little craters into the desk with her hands, as she kept panting and moaning ‘Dad, dad, dad!’

Stolas noticed the errant magical explosions that left holes in his desk, but only smiled. What an excellent souvenir this would make for their first time. He wondered dimly if Octavia would be opposed to him framing them on the wall. Then he told himself to snap out of it, he was tongue-deep in his daughter's pussy, he had better things to think about right now. 

So he decided to up the pace as far as he could and really give Octavia what she wanted. His tongue writhed inside her, and he used the tip of his beak to very gently scrape along her clit to maximize the feeling. There was a reason he had so many suitors for marriage, and not just because of the wealth and power. 

Octavia thought that this couldn’t get any better. She had managed to convince her dad to breed her brains out, and had also learned this virile demon that was fucking her had no refractory period, meaning she had free reign to try whatever she wanted during this whole thing. Yet nothing could prepare her for what was coming. As Stolas drove his tongue inside her, writhing it inside, and she felt the beak scraping so softly over her clit, her arousal went up the roof.

“AHH AHH!” She started to hit the desk again, this time taking care to not crush it with her magic. “DAAD DAAD, FUCKING SATAN, KEEP LICKING KEEP LICKING!” She cried with little more than lustful mist into her brain. She drove her hips forward for him. “FUCKING OAAAAHHHh!” Her body had spasms due to the pleasure, her pussy becoming a waterfall and adding to the wet stains into the carpet. “DAD, DADDY!” She lunged forward, pushing his head into her, she needed this- how had she managed to go this long without it? “FUCK!”

She was so fucking close to an orgasm.

Stolas had to give his little girl her credit, most women he had done this with would be drooling puddles of post-orgasm bliss right now. Leave it to my little girl to have a higher standard in life he thought with a sense of pride. Granted he was almost drowning in her precum (which he drank with the eagerness of ambrosia) but that just made him all the more excited to see her when she finally let go. Thankfully, he still had plenty of tricks up his sleeve. 

 On one of his hands, magic began to glow around his fingertips. A combination of spells, one of heightening senses, and just a little bit of cold, to give it that extra snap. Rubbing the magic between his forefinger and thumb, he reached up around her legs and tweaked her clit with it.

She kept drooling precum into her father’s beak without any kind of shame. He deserved to drink all the stuff she was leaking, he was such a gentleman and such a beautiful person to her. Octavia was approaching the orgasm that had been running like an elusive shadow on her mind since they started. She moaned even faster, barely letting herself catch breath.

“OOH- OHH!”

She was enjoying this so much, but as she caught sight of the little light of light into her father’s fingertips (despite the fact she was drooling her pussy away like a waterfall) she knew a big one was coming. And a big one came. She wanted to mumble a question to her dad about what he was doing, but it all came like a wall of bricks, she hit the desk again, and her legs moved out of control as she felt it coming. She made sure to bury him in her snatch with her legs as she rode his face. The orgasm came in a brutal way, she looked almost like was having a convulsion as she rode his face. She needed that fucking orgasm, she needed it, and her eyes rolled into her head as shouted it.

“DAD!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, for all the fucking palace to hear. The windows of the study almost shattered as she squirted an obscene amount of vaginal fluids, which came out at such pressure that some of them ended up staining the roof of the study. Her thoughts became mushy during the orgasmic high...all except one “DADDY DADDY! FUCK FUCK!” Her dad was giving her so much pleasure

Stolas snuffed the magic on his fingers out, simply doing his best to draw out the orgasm for as long as he could. Technically she was ruining his study, but he definitely couldn't care less. She could do whatever she wanted in this house, she was the queen and he wanted to be sure she knew it. So he kept up the feverish motion of his tongue, scraped along her thighs and legs and stomach with his hands, and looked up at her face with naked adoration. She made all of those terrible years with Stella worth it.

“AHH- ahh~” Octavia kept squirting, riding, she felt so full of love and affection and her father was behind it all, not some snobbish noble that she had gotten forcefully married to “Ahh~” Her throat was starting to lose the steam to keep screaming as her body started to grow slack as the amount of vaginal fluids that came out of her twat ebbed. “Daddy-” Octavia felt loved, cared for and extremely happy… “AHH!” She squirted a final time before her eyes finally stopped trying to go to the back of her cranium. Her legs lessened the hold on the older Goetia as she finally finished, panting and basking into an extremely harsh afterglow.

“Daddy…” She kept her legs open, since they weren’t done. “Ahh- thank youuuu~” She mumbled, her pussy pulsing.

"Of course my dear." Stolas cooed. He stood up and gently collected Octavia in his arms. "You deserve it all, and more." He held her close again, this time simply sitting on the floor as he had kicked his chair across the room. "Take a moment to recover my Owlette. That was-" Stolas' tongue shot out and licked his beak "-very intense, from what I saw.

Octavia gasped a lungful of air, and her breathing started to become less ragged. That had been a hell of an orgasm, her legs felt limp as she recovered her strength. When she did so, her mind felt extremely clear, some post-nut clarity it seemed, though there had been no nuts to fill her up yet.

“Ahh, dad.” She felt sex-drunk, but not sleepy “Hmm~ ya need some help with-” A soft sigh “-that?” She pointed to his dick, still leaking on the carpet and leaving an extremely pungent smell in the whole study.

"Mmmm. If you're ready, dear." Stolas lifted her back up again, but this time turned away from the desk. Leaning back, he laid himself across it and placed her so she would be straddling him, his cock pressing into her vagina but not penetrating it. "You go as fast or slow as you like." Letting Octavia set the pace seemed like the safest choice. She had been very receptive to what the pair had done so far, but he wanted to give her a little more time before diving into the blinding pace he was capable of. He reached up and cupped one of her breasts softly, starting to knead it in his hand.

Octavia let out a delighted squeak as her father lifted her up again, her tail moved softly as she let out excited trills all over the whole thing. As she saw that behemoth of a cock waiting for her below, her delight grew as her father gave permission for her to set the pace. She didn’t waste a single second after he cupped her chest.

“Hmm~!” She pushed herself down “AHH-” She caught herself screaming, she had slipped onto him so easily, though it wasn’t really a mystery why. Getting eaten out and her vagina turning into a waterfall did certainly help with getting fucked. “Mmghh~aghh!” She decided to allow herself to settle for a moment into his dick, otherwise she was going to cum too easily.

"OooOOOOHHH!" Stolas let out a groan as he penetrated Octavia. She was so warm, so tight around him that he nearly came as well. Only the desire to make this the most pleasurable experience for Octavia held him back. He was going to last as long as he could for her, no matter how much he wanted to give in right here and now. "Good girl." Stolas said, barely above a whisper. "That's my good girl."

“Y-yesss” Octavia panted, her hands moved to Stola’s shoulders and she gripped them tight. “Yes I’m your good girl-” Losing her virginity to her father was such a thrill, and also a completely cathartic experience. The younger Goetia demon recovered little traces of her composure as, after taking a deep breath, she started moving again, slowly up and down. “I’ll always be your darling dad” she promised. She loved her dad so much, she was never leaving him. “And this will only make it all more permanent.” She moaned as she moved again, starting to get the pace and settled into the fucking. As a little extra, she started kissing Stolas with an aggressive tongue.

Stolas wrapped his arms around her as they kissed. Octavia was being assertive with her affection (not that he minded at all), but he couldn't help but hold her close to him. He loved her so much, even when he rolled his hips to meet hers he couldn't help but whisper "I love you, Octavia." Before diving back into the kiss. It was getting harder and harder to resist cumming. Octavia's rhythm was addicting, and he met it easily, pushing them closer and closer to their peaks.

“MGGHH!” She withdrew from his lips and started kissing his neck lovingly. “I love you too dad!” She moaned as she pushed herself to perform as best she could. She started increasing her pace. Softly, softly, then rougher and rougher, Octavia wanted to drain her dad dry of all that cum. It wasn’t the cum stored from nights of not cumming, which he had shot all over her back, but it was still going to be a creamy load “Aghh!” She increased the pace again, her pussy holding his dick into a vice-grip.

“MG!” She withdrew from his neck, offering him the view of her eyes full of lust as her tongue rolled out. “Daddy, you are so fucking big!” She complimented, words slurred as her tongue got in the way.

Stolas was starting to crack under the pressure. He had told Octavia she could set the pace, but she was so tight and wet, he was losing control of himself. Seeing her tongue hanging out, he wrapped his own around it and brought their lips back together in a kiss. He wrapped his arms as tight around her back as he could manage and began to move her directly, pulling her up and down on his cock. He was close, SO CLOSE...

“MGHPHHH!” Octavia drowned a moan in the tongue that had just wrapped around hers. It was so thick, just like his cock, just like his fucking cock which she was riding. “GNHHH!” She moaned loudly into the kiss, she almost allowed her own tongue to go down her father’s throat and just the thought of it was making her leak again. 

She understood what was next when he wrapped his arms around her and started to dominate her movement. So, taking it all like a true Goetia, she started to speed up, all the while kissing her father. She drove her hips crazy, up and down, on a really fiery final madness to get this all done. A rough, tough, and quick pace, she made sure each hit went to the gates of her womb, making loud and lewd squelching noises each time. Her vaginal fluids stained his balls alongside the so expensive wood of the desk. Her pupils shrank, she was mindless for this, she just wanted her father to come inside and fucking breed her.

Stolas was making some very unflattering grunts and groans, but he didn't care. Just...a little...more…

And then, with one last push bottoming out as far into her as he could, Stolas came with a howl. Magic exploded out around them, bathing the room in elements and light and power. He hadn't cum this hard since...well, ever. He wrapped his legs around Octavia, bit into her shoulder, did everything he could to bring her closer, closer to him. This was his daughter, his mate. No one could touch her, if anyone even looked at her sideways he would VAPORIZE them. His form was emitting vaporous black tendrils of smoke as his powers continued to run wild, wrapping around the pair and threatening to destroy anything too close to them.

“MGJH, MGHH!” Octavia moaned deeply into the kiss as her father had picked up his own pace and was fucking her to the core. His own sounds were driving her insane with ecstasy, knowing she could make such a gentleman groan like an animal. She withdrew from the kiss to say something, anything, but then, just as her tongue left his mouth, she felt it.

She fucking felt it, the rush of sperm going up and into her womb. She went crazy, gasping, grabbing her dad, enveloping him into a tight hold as her breasts rubbed against him. She moaned and screamed with such ferocity that some of the glasses in the room exploded. Her legs did what they could to help her continue to ride that cock, and though she noticed the black tendrils enveloping around them, she didn’t care. She just needed more of this royal cum going into her royal wet chamber.

“AHH AHH!” She drooled all over his chest like crazy, screaming like a madwoman. “AAAAAAH-” She had spasms again, coming too, her pussy making sure to fucking drain him of anything that was inside those balls. “INSIDE- PUT A FUCKING CHILD INTO ME! DAD! FUCK!” she begged. She was going to have him fucking breed her for a week straight, just in case! She had to get pregnant, she had to breed!

Her back arched a final time. Then she smashed her head forwards into his chest as she simply let the orgasm run its course, not riding it anymore but now allowing it to run through her and for her dad to keep pouring himself into her. She loved this, the magic unleashed due to it, how protective her father was of her…

She Loved It All. And she loved him.

The difference between Octavia's assjob and her actual pussy was night and day. It was so much better, words couldn't describe. So Stolas kept cumming. And cumming. And cumming. For almost a full 30 seconds straight, even after Octavia went limp in his arms, he just held her there and shot rope after rope of his seed as far into her as he could reach. Her belly was starting to bulge a little by the time he finally slowed down, and eventually he stopped, his magic dissipating and leaving him sore and panting on the remains of his desk. It had been shredded by his outburst, and was little more than wood chips beneath his butt.

Octavia let it all happen, those cum-shots entered her pussy and got ready to fertilize her insides. It was a wonderful day, her father had fucking bred her. And she could barely register (but still did) her bulging belly, it was a neat reminder of how she would look in a few months. She couldn’t wait for it, but right now there was some other stuff to do, like bask completely in the afterglow.

The younger Goetia moaned softly as she moved carefully, not really wanting to get herself off  of the wonderful dick but seeking some good post-coitus affection. She had left her father’s chest all sticky with her saliva,but after finding one of the less wet spots, simply laid down again. Not as a limp breeding gal that was getting what she wanted, but as a kind and gallant lover. Her arms gained some strength and out of pure instinct, she caressed her father’s cheek.

“Thank you daddy-” Her voice was a shred of what it was, so weak and tired, she had it good and rough, like she needed it to be.

"Of course my Owlette." Stolas murmured back. The realization struck him that they were sitting on a cold stone floor covered in debris when they could be lounging in a bed with the most expensive mattress in Hell. Curling his arms to support Octavia's weight, he slowly stood up and made for the door, being sure to leave himself sheathed inside her. 

"I don't know about you, but that tired me out much more than I expected." Not technically a lie, though it did carry the implication that he was spent, which was definitely not true. But Octavia seemed to be halfway asleep in his arms, there was no way she was ready for another round. "I think we should retire, to an actual bed with pillows and blankets." As he opened the door to the main halls, it struck him suddenly that Octavia may not be as comfortable as him with nudity in their mansion. So, thinking quickly, he unwrapped his now very disheveled robe and wrapped it around her as well, covering her from any imp eyes.

“I’m tired too daddy…” She said, her voice shifting towards an extremely innocent tone; all the sexual energy was gone from her body, right now she was craving Stolas warm and a comfy embrace in bed. She smiled weakly, “and a yawn escaped her beak. The arousal was so gone that she didn’t mind him staying inside her. It was good, for her it was just another part of the affection received at that moment. “We should go to bed…” She nuzzled herself into his chest, trilling softly as she felt his robe covering her. She was too tired to care about being seen now, but she knew in the hours after she woke up she would, and Octavia was glad her dad was so mindful of her…

“I love you so much daddy, I wanna do this again, and again, and…” Her eyes closed slowly as she made herself at home into his arms. “And I wanna be with you always…” Another yawn as she started to slowly drift off to sleep in her father’s arms.

Stolas beamed at that, but decided to say nothing, deciding to let Octavia drift off into dreamland instead. The pair passed a few imps along the way, but they scarcely batted an eye. There might be rumors later, but even while Stella was still here he had made sure the Goetias were known for the paychecks being on time and generous by Hell standards. 

Eventually they arrived at the door to Stolas' personal bedroom. He had a feeling Octavia wouldn't object to sleeping with him tonight. Not even bothering to clean up, he slipped the pair of them under the covers and cuddled up close to Octavia. Gently preening her hair, he felt sleep tugging at him as well. Leaning down towards her ear, Stolas whispered one last "I love you." into her ear before slipping away himself. 

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Joe was a careful imp

He wanted to think that he had not survived the war and returned to his life on the farm alongside his wife due to nothing. That very same carefulness that had earned him two returns from the trenches of the first war between rings of hell, was now put on display here, albeit not in the way of defusing mines or cutting through barbed wire. His strong and formidable shape moved through the barn, setting the table right in the middle of the usually not as tidy place (he had led all the horses and animals to the back and let them have enough food for them to be quiet).

Aromatic candles with powder and blood essence, delicious steak made of the finest of hellish cows he could butcher without his wife taking notice, it was all set. He even had his old gala uniform, he couldn’t but smile remembering the beautiful dress he had left for Millie in her room…

He was a careful imp, only careful imps can bed their daughters without their wife realizing it. But perhaps he had been too light and carefree approaching the subject, he could feel when that twerp and his precious daughter had come to talk to him how Millie’s gaze lingered on him only seconds more than on her husband.

Was it even a good idea to be so straightforward? He had lost many battles, both in love and in war, he wasn’t going to get mad at Millie for not wanting to...have some fun with him. But it would still hurt.

“Damn” He swore as he saw the hour, 9:00 PM. “Too late for it I guess.” Millie was most certainly back into the family home inside the ranch and had seen the letter and dress, he rubbed his neck nervously. “Fuck-” He wasn’t worried for Lin, as she was away from the ranch brokering a small trade with the local town for the next summer festival. Yet Millie….

“Satan be accursed” He mumbled. How could he have not thought of rejection as a possibility?

Millie stretched her muscles as she walked up the stairs to her old childhood room. It had been a hard day on the farm compared to her city life, but this stuff was worked into her bones from her childhood, and returning to it had been fun. Her parents had needed help with the harvest this year, so Mox had driven her down and talked with her family a bit, he had to leave back to I.M.P. to keep the paychecks coming. 

She pushed open the door, and put a hand over her mouth at what she saw. A gorgeous dress was draped across her covers, and a letter next to it. Her hand dropped gown to her chest and she smiled fondly at the gift left for her, then she quickly raced into the nearby shower to freshen up. She didn’t even bother opening the letter, she knew what was happening. In truth she was surprised it hadn’t happened sooner. She had expected her father to find her in the fields and take her right then and there, as he had many times before, but it seems like this time he wanted to be all romantic. She stepped out of the fastest shower of her life and slipped the dress on over her naked body, not bothering with underwear. Romance was a nice journey and all, but she knew where this night would end. She quietly slid her window open (she remembered one week when her window had developed a squeak in the frame. That had been the fastest repair ever performed on the farm) and slipped out, careful not to dirty the dress. Closing the window behind her, she dropped to the ground and made her way over to the barn, knocking on the door.

He had just finished settling the table when he heard the knocks on the door. Millie had always been so eager, that he couldn’t help himself but crack a smile. They were alone on the farm, so he didn’t waste more than three seconds on the run for the barn door. Opening it, his strong arms wrapped around his daughter’s figure as he kissed her, not roughly but somewhat chastely. 

“You look stunning in that dress,” He said, withdrawing and just staring at how good she looked. “Thanks for coming, it has been so long… I didn’t really know if you were going to come…” He was blushing perhaps for the first time in a long while “darling.” He said that slightly possessively, before making a gesture towards the table set.

“I made us dinner, also I opened one of the finest wine bottles~” He purred. “But since you’re Daddy’s spoiled girl, I guess you can pick what we do first…” Remembering how powerfully lustful Millie was and how vicious she could be made the old soldier leave that path open, and by the look on eyes, he had an idea of how this may go.

“Hhhmmmm.” Millie put a finger on her chin in mock thought as she sauntered into the barn, making sure to put a little extra swing in her hips. “Well, a meal would be nice.” She picked up the wine bottle and turned around to face Joe. “But why not make it…exciting?” Millie made her way back to her dad, but poured out some of the wine onto her hand as she went. When she was standing in front of him, she placed her fingers over his lips, dripping some of the wine onto the barn floor. “Drink up” she husked into his ear.

He stared at the saunter and the swing of her hips, he took notice of the fact that she seemingly did not wear anything below that dress, and that just helped make it all more arousing. The romantic part of himself gave in to the more lustful guy that banged his own daughter while his wife slept just into the other room. Good times.

“Exciting?” He couldn’t but ask, but soon realized what she meant, and was about to speak when those fingers, dripping with wine, set themselves over his mouth, his cock twitched on his pants. “Mmm.”

He would have answered “Yes ma’am,” but he decided to just let his actions show he was going to comply with anything Millie wanted. So he started sucking, opening his mouth, and taking the fingers inside. He did so as obscenely as he could, voicing mouthfuls of muffled pleasure as his tongue danced around all her hand, he was drooling already.

“Mmmph!” He sounded pleased, he had missed this. “Mmmlee” He could barely moan her name with her hand on his maw.

Millie smirked as her dad dripped all over her fingers. “Good boy.” She purred, hooking her middle and ring finger in his lower jaw and stepping backward, pulling him with her.

When her legs hit the edge of the table, she dropped backwards to sit on it. Taking her fingers out of her dad’s mouth, she swept all the things on the table to the side, not knocking anything over but needing it out of her way. When she was done, she tipped the wine bottle back, taking a long swig for herself. After that, she popped the bottle out of her mouth and let a few glugs splash out across her tits, barely contained by her dress. She said nothing, raising an eyebrow at Joe instead.

He rejoiced on being called a good boy, his moans intensified and his tongue went wild on her fingers, even dropping small drops of saliva into the barn’s floor as she pulled him. Joe didn’t care as she swept the items to the side. Some of his saliva dripped obscenely into his daughter’s dress once her hands were out of his mouth. He gave ragged and needy breaths as he put his hands at the edges of the table, looming over Millie…

Only for himself to let out a groan as the wine splashed into her tits. Not wasting a single second more, Joe dove into her cleavage, his long tongue licking and sucking over the red skin of the beautiful gal he had brought into this world. Screw his wife, Millie knew what he liked and how he wanted it.

“MGHH-mghh!” He let out some low moans when his mouth pulled away. “They’re bigger-” He said, before continuing to kiss and lick to ‘clean’ them up, while in reality he was just making more of a mess. But that was fine, he liked marking his stuff, and Millie was no exception.

Millie let out a gasp as Joe began worshiping her boobs, and smirked to herself when she heard him say they were bigger. “That’s because I was 19 when you last got up close and personal.” She said, reaching one hand behind Joe’s head and pulling it further into her chest. The other leaned over and grabbed a piece of food off the table, Hell’s equivalent of steak. Picking it up with no bother for the silverware, she stuck it in her mouth and bit down, tearing a piece off like a wild animal. She didn’t bother with the juices that ran down her chin and over her chest, her father would get to it soon.

Ah that sweet fucking~ how had he ripped those clothes from his daughter’s body in that summer night with his wife asleep in the room next to them. He had plowed Millie’s cavern until he exploded inside. The sexual nostalgia from that night so many years ago was more than enough to get him into gear, moving to nibble her left nipple while his hand pinched and twisted the right one.

“MMGH- MGHHH” He grunted with his mouth full of Millie’s breasts “MMMM!” This was heaven…

And then something came to make it even better, the sweet juices from the steaks he had cooked. He moved from the nipples eagerly and dived back into the upper part of breasts as the flavors from wine and meat mixed in his mouth alongside the fragrances from Millie. Joe was now practically humping at his daughter while he licked her like a madman, he was fully turned on now, and his pants were growing so tight.

Millie felt her dad rutting against her and giggled to herself, mouth still full of steak. Swallowing her bite, she purred out "You seem a little uncomfortable pa. Let me help you loosen up." Hands snaking down his torso, they eventually came to his belt buckle. Without looking, she popped it open and went for the button on his jeans. Several years of doing the exact same motion in the dark was the only guide she needed to pop the button and zipper, dragging his pants and underwear down around his ankles. She didn't touch him though, not yet.

He kept going regardless, Joe just wanted to keep humping and ruin his pants for his daughter. He liked to be a show-off for how much the desire was consuming him and making his dick twitch and move, eager to fulfill its purpose. Joe just kept licking and sucking, enjoying the flavors as they mixed in his mouth. He let out a sharp grunt as he felt the air in contact with his cock, leaking pre-cum already, and he decided to stain Millie’s thighs with as much of his pre-cum as he could. He started nibbling and pulling with his teeth only to sink in the space between them so eagerly

“T-thank you sweetie~” He hushed on one of those times, feeling it all better with his jeans off. “Thank you oh fucking satan, I have been wanting to just do this for a good while~” He huffed.

His hands weren’t static. They started harshly groping the sides of her daughter while his cock started humping and staining her thigh, ever so teasingly almost going beyond the thighs, but he wanted just to keep dragging a bit more the foreplay, this was too fucking FUN!

Millie grinned as her dad started grinding against her leg. At this point the dress was pretty thoroughly stained, so she decided it was time for it to go. Using one hand to press Joe's dick into her thigh, creating effectively the lowest-effort (on her part) handjob there was, the other reached around her back and pinched the zipper, slowly pulling it down and loosening the dress. "Aw, you've been waiting for me daddy?"

“FUCK YES!” He grew enthusiastic despite the handjob being low-effort and started bucking his hips wildly, all while he kept staining Millie with his precum which was flowing endlessly from the tip “Fuck, your mother doesn’t know how to fuck, you do- only you fucking do!”.

Upon noticing she was going to get rid of the dress his hands started grabbing it and tugging at it, eager to just get it off, all while he kept so obscenely groping and staining and sucking her breasts. Deciding to put his mouth to use, he started nibbling at the piece of dress right below the exposed breasts, starting to break it with his fangs. He wanted to go all the way and then just eat her out. 

“I’m going to fucking eat you out!” He said between tugs and his fangs ripping the dress as he moved down her strong abdomen “Screw you mother- screw herrrr!” He said, throwing away any semblance of composure. That dress was getting destroyed and he was going to fuck his daughter.

Millie didn’t reply, just grinned a sharp-toothed grin. Putting one foot on her father’s chest, she shoved him back a few steps while her hands used the tear in the dress to rip it in half, leaving her totally bare. She laid back on the table and spread her legs wide. “Dinner is served.”

Joe grew somewhat surprised at the sudden push he got, with the horniness clouding his mind it was difficult to make sense of things. Those feelings, particularly the one in his cock, were making him clumsier than usual. But his erection grew even more (if that was even possible) as he saw Millie rip the article of clothing in half and lay back into the table.

Her words made him pant, his cock leaking even more pre-cum as he lunged forwards, and kneeling in front of the table, he went on and dove his mouth right into his ‘food’...Millie’s delicious lower lips. He went at them roughly and without too much care, just starting to outright eat her out, lapping his tongue and even playfully brushing his teeth and breathing against that pussy.

Millie winced a bit as her father's sharp teeth scraped against her pussy, but her smile grew wider too. This roughness is one of the main reasons she would always come back to Joe. Moxxie was too nice and soft, always wanting to "make love". He couldn't FUCK like her father could. One of her hands slid along her stomach and up to her breast to fondle herself, while her legs locked behind Joe's head, hooked under his horns. He wouldn't be able to back up or drop down, which was exactly where she wanted him.

He was enjoying it so fucking much. His wife couldn’t compare to Millie’s roughness, harshness and neediness. Once they both were in the mood, it was no-holds-barred fucking, delicious copulation that carried on and on. The succulent vaginal juices on his mouth as he kept licking fueled his arousal as fleeting remembrances from their first fuck came back. Talk about sexual nostalgia…

“Mmmlll” He tried to mumble Millie’s name, but mouth was too busy trying to keep forth with his ‘work’ “MMMMM” He hummed, happy, his cock was dripping, but he wasn’t touching himself. Oh no, the load on his balls was for his daughter.

His tongue slipped inside as he thought of himself riding and smashing himself into this wet chamber. He opened his mouth and let his tongue wander around and touch, arouse and further enhance this seemingly endless flowing of vaginal fluids that was driving him up the wall. He rejoiced on the legs locking him in place, as he caressed them with his free hands, groping the thighs, and having fantasies about Millie walking around the house only on thigh highs.

“MMMHHHHHH!” He hummed loudly at the idea, to the point of making his mouth vibrate against Millie’s entrance.

One of the other reasons Millie loved to visit home was how damn good with his tongue her father was. It had barely been a minute and she already felt the heat inside her building to a crescendo. “Oh! Oh daddy, right there! Right there!” Millie curled her body up off the table, sitting up and grabbing her father’s horns, pulling him deeper against her.

"HMMHHHH!" He moaned, he could feel his cock throbbing below him, making it all more hard and difficult to keep himself properly here. "Mlll!" He tried comically to moan her name when she sat up and grabbed his horns. He started using his tongue to penetrate her, in and out, in and out, and brushing with his teeth for the added effect. 

He wasn't letting her out of this barn without this, without licking her pussy and then shoving his dick in there. He started speeding up, intent on making her finish. Anxious gluk , gluk , could be heard as he swallowed as much as was flowing out.

“Oh yeah, yeah there right there right theeaaaaaAAAAHHHH!” Millie let herself be loud when she came. Her father had been smart to pick the barn, it was far enough from their house to make sure her mother and sister didn’t hear her. She bit her bottom lip hard enough to bleed and scratched her fingernails into her father’s horns, squirting all over his face and tongue as she rode out her orgasm.

He pushed his face further into that snatch as it squirted all over his face. He wanted to feel that slimy and wet warm that was the peak of pleasure and arousal, and it only made him even harder knowing this was his daughter. It made it all perversely fun knowing the cause of this climax was him, and not that weakling (albeit good-meaning) imp from the city.

"MLLLL!" He gave a muffled scream of her name as he helped her ride it all the way through. He wasn't moving out of there until she finished, he was swallowing as much as he could, but the fluids were already dripping from his chin and falling into his cock. 

 "ML! MLL!" More muffled screams. Screw everything, this was true sex. Not the timid and frustrating, boring positions his wife could offer. This roughness, this obscene desire, everything. It made it all unique.

Millie panted as her climax faded away. She unlocked her legs from Joe's head, letting him move around if he wanted to, but she stayed in the same position and spread her legs wide open, eyes smoldering. "I know you're not done yet old man. Come show me what you can REALLY do."

He withdrew. Eager, all too fucking eager, he licked with his long imp-tongue the remnants of cum on his lips and smirked as he saw Millie still with her legs wide open. Those tempting words being spoken to him, the flavor of his daughter’s fluids on his maw only pushing his desire further, and his pre-cum dripping cock was certainly helping. Joe stood up, and got rid of his pants (which had fallen to his ankles anyway) and shirt. He loomed over his daughter for a few seconds, completely naked and sweaty.

…

He dropped himself atop of her, kissing and groping her again with renewed intensity, as if he had not spent long minutes licking her. He held her by the shoulders as he aligned his cock with her pussy, he loved her so fucking much.

“Hmm!” He moaned on the kiss, before withdrawing and allowing his breath to intermix with hers. “I will show you…” He mumbled, yet all he did was brush his tip a bit against the entrance, he wanted to drag it on only a bit more, he loved when his daughter got so adamant and needy.

"Mmm! Mmmmm~" Millie groaned into the kiss. She wrapped her arms around her father's back, but still let him up when he pulled away. "Ah!" She gasped as she felt him prod her entrance with his dick. "Come on, what're you waiting for?" She wiggled her hips a little, but not in a way that would push him in. She knew enough to wait for him to do it, or else it wouldn't feel nearly as good.

“Mmm, Just that darling~” He whispered, a wicked smile and loving eyes “Just that.”

And then he slammed himself inside. He made sure the first thrust reached all the way to the gates of her womb, and from there, after standing still for some seconds to give Millie a second to get used to his cock, he started thrusting. She was even tighter than he remembered, and he almost felt as if this pussy was intended for him. He put his arms on the table, near Millie, making sure they were face to face and with him all over her.

“Ngh, uff! mhm´p!” He moaned and grunted as he kept pounding. “Fuck, fuck, is sooo tight, better than I fucking remembered…!”

“HAAAA!” Millie cried as she felt her father’s dick reach all the way inside her. “Yes yes yes!” Her domineering persona quickly shattered. “So good, better than my husband, keep going! Don’t ever stop!” The words poured out of her faster than she could even think them, her mind getting lost in the feeling of her dad pushing up against her womb. “Cum inside, knock me up!”

It wasn’t enough. Joe kept pounding, fucking and penetrating deep into her daughter., rejoicing on the fact she was melting from pleasure, demanding to bear his children. He was feeling so good, but his primal needs demanded more. The flashes to that night and the sight of his daughter's naked body under his were enough to convince him. He pushed Millie harshly against the table, withdrew his cock, and turned her around and smashed his dick back inside in one swift motion. One of his hands grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled, while the other went to her right breast and squeezed it roughly.

“You, mgh, YOU!” He grunted, tugging her hairs, thrusting in again and even slapping her daughter’s breast a bit. “Fuck, fuck, Let’s fucking turn you into a pregnant slut~” he mumbled, tasting the words on his mouth as if those were honey as he pushed Millie’s face against the table.

Millie gasped in a mix of pain and pleasure as she was pounded on the table doggystyle. Her nails scratched into the wood and her eyes rolled back into her head as she felt her father pushing into her, punching the entrance to her womb with the head of his cock. She couldn’t speak, and only managed to gurgle.

The hand that was squeezing Millie’s breast left as the pounding kept up. Joe could feel the orgasm build up in his balls, and he kept tugging on and off and he spitting adoring degradations at her in order to remind Millie of what she truly was. His own body was covered in sweat and fluids from his daughter, and when he felt his climax approaching, he threw himself over her and stared to kiss and licking her back. He left a trail of kisses that went up, and up, and up still until he reached her ear, al while continuing his relentless fucking.

“Tell Daddy~” He whispered, voice hoarse and tired “What are you?”

A tug, and the smack of his dick going inside again, he started penetrating Millie roughly, not caring a bit for her pleasure, just focused on building his.

The tables had turned from just five minutes ago, but Millie was more than ok with it. Her nails dug further into the wooden table, so far that cracks began to form. “I’m your little whore daughter! Your cumdump slut! Use me whenever you want Sir!” The table finally gave way beneath her, and Joe rode Millie all the way to the ground, not stopping fucking her for even a moment.

He kept riding her until they were on the ground, among the rubble of the former table. He didn’t care about the splinters that scraped his skin, nor did he mind the fact he was fucking her doggy-style on the floor of the barn, he just started pounding balls-deep into that eager snatch that was driving him so crazy. Millie’s cries only made him grunt and lose even more control as he got right what he wanted to hear from her.

“Fucking whore!” He grabbed her to the point of bruising by her hips, almost using them as handlebars for his pleasure. “Fuck, fuck, I’m going to fucking leave your mother for you, dirty slut!” Joe’s dirty talk shifted to that as those were the first coherent thoughts that surfaced over the grunting intense feeling of his balls about to burst a load into his personal cocksleeve. “All day, all fuckin days I’m going to fill you up~ Every. Single. Fucking. Day.”

He screamed those last words of his ramble as he stopped for a few moments, before starting to sprint towards his own orgasm.

“STUPID CUMDUMP, FUCK, FUUUUCKKKK!~” His heart was pounding faster, and his mind was far, far away from reason. All that mattered was his upcoming orgasm, and nothing else. He pushed Millie’s face against the floor of the barn with one hand and just kept pounding, degrading, fucking.

He needed that orgasm.

The shards of wood were digging into Millie’s palms and knees, but the splinters were more than worth it. Her dad was close, she could tell, she just had to hold out a little longer and they could cum together, just how she liked.

Joe was finally at the sweet climax. Each single pound he kept doing against the gates of her daughter's womb was finally dragging him to the finale. It was close, so fucking close, a primal need to breed, to make sure his daughter was pregnant.

He halted once the word ran properly through his head. Millie, pregnant with his children, and not from that odd guy Moxxie. He gritted his teeth and, letting out a vicious roar, Joe started ruining that juicy pussy.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! CUMMING, CUMMING!" He moaned, stained with sweat, eyes glassy and almost lost in the image of the cumdump below him, of the receptacle he was going to use from now on, the cumrag that would give him all the descendants he wanted.

"MILLIE, FUCK, I'M- I'M-" He gave one, final and powerful thrust to the point his dick entered her womb and came there, the extra extra tighness helping him finish right there and then.

"AAAAH-!" He started squeezing Millie's body with a vicious grip, intent on not letting her go and making sure each drop ended inside. He was deaf and blind to everything that wasn't his own pleasure, his own rampage of lust. His balls shot load after load, he was always a thick and heavy load guy, but the creamy cum coming from his dick just went on, and his tight grip on his cumdump only increased.

He let go, completely. He kept Millie against him, he needed her, just as much as that orgasm.

Feeling her father pushing up against the tightness of her womb was rapturous, and when her father finally came Millie's own orgasm blew through her so hard she doubted she was an imp for a moment, because she swore she saw the gates of Heaven. Moxxie's small, short loads couldn't compare to Joe's as he pumped shot after shot into her. She swore she could feel herself getting heavier. She squeezed herself around him as much as she could, milking him for more, more and more. She had to go back to the city soon, and she wanted as much of her father's cum inside her as possible to help deal with having to leave. She dimly realized she had been speaking this whole time, an incoherent mess of desperate cries and needy moans. 

Suddenly it wasn't enough. She needed more, to feel him touching her as much as she could. Levering herself into a kneeling position, she pressed her back to the front of Joe's torso. Her hands went up behind her head into his hair, rubbing his horns and scalp and anything her fingers could reach.  She slowly gyrated her hips, keeping him stimulated even while he was coming down from his high. "I hope you don't think you're done yet, old man." She drawled over her shoulder, half-lidded eyes just barely meeting his at the odd angle of their heads.

“AHH, ahh, AHH!” The tone of his screaming shifted as Millie moved.

It was difficult already to keep himself under any kind of control right now. Overall, all he wanted was to keep fucking her, pumping her full and pregnant. He loved seeing her belly grow bigger from the loads he was throwing inside her cunt, a most delightful sensation and the divine milking that was driving him insane just added even more of a sensation of climax to this whole moment. His movements had turned frenetic, and he just kept trying to get even more of his cock inside her womb.

The tightness was almost as if it was pure silk that was around his cock, and the tightness and the pulsations of those walls milking him, it just made him drool by a corner of his mouth as he poured all he could into his daughter. Flashes from the first time and the many more they could do tonight came to him, and as he felt himself almost finish, he was about to tell her to keep going.

And that was when Millie moved, sensually dripping arousal and caressing him with touches that for him turned into aroused fire over his skin. His horns, his hair, the gyration of her hips, it all helped him regain some hardness and made him skip his refractory period.

“Mgha- M-Millie…”

He heard her, the most important thing in his life, begging for more. The flames of incestuous pleasure raged through his body as he groped her yet again and, withdrawing his cock, he whispered when only the tip was inside.

“I will make you forget Moxxie.”

He said that out of pure impulse and then, with a rough motion, he slammed back in, decisive strokes that went again at the gates of the womb. He pushed her with some violence to the floor of the barn yet again, not caring too much about the splinters, all of them will be worth it.

“GHMM, GHMM, I LOVE YOU MILLIE!” He screamed at the top of his lungs as he delivered himself to pleasure, to Millie. He was giving her more, and more, until she couldn’t take it.

When she felt her father thrust back into her, she bit her lip so hard it bled. She squirted all over the remains of the table and their meal, and dimly filed that away for the next round or five. As Joe started to pound back into her, one of her last conscious thoughts before fully giving herself over to the animal inside her was-

Just like old times.