The bell above the shop door jangled like a half-hearted alarm as Sherry shouldered her way out, already three paces down the cobbled lane before Mr. Pettigrew could wheeze her name. Her thighs stuck together under the cheap polyester skirt the heat and that broken fan above the till conspiring against her. One thing sherry hated about finishing was having to walk past the churchyard because that meant walking past Crazy Harry. Again.

Crazy Harry was indeed outside the church, the demons are coming she expected like every other day but today it was new, "They're here, " he rasped, thanks to the forest, new whore." Sherry's thighs chafed against each other as she power-walked past the churchyard, the nylon of her tights rasping like insect wings. Harry's voice carried, cracked and urgent "Got one following you." She didn't turn—had learned years ago not to engage—but the nape of her neck prickled as if something warm and damp had exhaled against her skin.

Home smelled of yesterday's microwave lasagna and the sharp chemical tang of the discount detergent she used on her shop uniform. Upstairs, her fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, the cheap plastic slipping in her sweaty grip. The bathroom door yawned open just enough for steam to lick at the hallway, curling around her bare calves as she stepped out of her skirt—the fabric peeling away from her thighs with a sticky sound.

Sherry turned the shower faucet until steam curled around her bare shoulders, the hot water sluicing down her spine in rivulets. She tilted her face into the spray, letting it soak her blonde curls, the scent of lavender soap thick in the humid air. The shower door rattled open abruptly steam billowing outward in a suffocating wave and Sherry's hands flew to cover herself instinctively, her breath hitching as her father stepped inside. He was naked, his erection jutting obscenely between his legs, already glistening with pre-cum. "WHAT THE FUCK DAD?" she shrieked.

Unseen to both of them, the purple demon at the back of the shower peeled itself from the wet grout, its fingers curling around the showerhead. It inhaled deeply through slitted nostrils, savoring the thick cocktail of panic and arousal hanging in the steam. This demon can control the weak willed through steam; the moisture condensing on Sherry's collarbones was already threaded with its influence even as she stepped back to the wall, her shoulder blades pressing into the cold tiles, Sherry couldn't tear her eyes away from the way her father's cock twitched a vulgar, living thing, swaying with each ragged breath he took. The steam thickened, curling around his thighs like a second skin, and she realized with dawning horror that her own fingers had slackened, her arms falling limp at her sides.

The demon appearing behind her chuckled, its fingers curling around Sherry's shoulder possessively. "Fuck that cock with your tits, " it whispered into her ear, its breath hot and cloying like rotting leaves pressed against her skin. Sherry stepped forward, Sherry's knees sank into the damp shower floor, her thighs trembling as she leaned forward her full breasts pressing against her father's rigid length, the contrast of her softness against his hardness making her whimper. The water cascaded down her back in rivulets, mingling with the thick pre-cum already dripping from his tip as she began to move, her flesh sliding against him in slow, torturous strokes. Her nipples stiffened against the underside of his cock, the sensation sending sparks shooting down her spine.

Her father groaned, his fingers tangling in her wet curls as he thrust between her tits, the tip of his cock nudging her chin with each upward stroke. The demon's hands slid down her arms, guiding her movements with unnatural precision her flesh yielding, her breath hitching as her father's cockhead caught on her lower lip, smearing it with salty pre-cum. "Open, " the demon murmured, its voice vibrating through her bones, and Sherry's mouth fell slack instinctively, her tongue darting out to taste him. The flavor flooded her senses musky and metallic, thick with the promise of what was to come as her father's hips jerked forward, the head of his cock pushing past her lips.

Above her, his breath came in ragged gasps, his thighs trembling as she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing around his girth. The demon pressed closer, its chest flush against her back, its fingers pricking at her hips. "Beg for it, " it purred into her ear, and Sherry whimpered around the cock filling her mouth, the vibrations drawing a ragged groan from her father. His grip tightened in her hair, his thrusts growing erratic shallow, frantic pulses that betrayed how close he was. The demon laughed, low and knowing, its tongue tracing the shell of her ear. "Tell him, " it urged, its fingers digging into her flesh. "Tell him you need it."

Sherry pulled off with a wet pop, her lips swollen and glistening, her breath coming in short, desperate pants. The steam curled around them like a living thing, thickening with every exhale. "Please, Dad, " she whispered, her voice hoarse, her palms sliding up her own breasts, fingers pinching her nipples hard enough to make her gasp. His cock twitched against her chin, beads of pre-cum dripping onto her collarbone. "Cum all over me, " she begged, tilting her face up, her tongue darting out to catch the next salty drop. "I want to feel it your cum on my face, my tits, everywhere."

The demon’s grip loosened, its fingers retracting from her skin as it exhaled a shuddering breath against her neck. "Good girl, " it crooned, its voice fading into the steam like smoke. Sherry blinked, suddenly aware of the weight of her own limbs, the way her thighs trembled without its influence her movements now entirely her own. Her father’s groan snapped her attention back, his cock pulsing violently in her between her tits, his hips stuttering forward. The first hot spurt hit her cheek, streaking down like molten wax, and she gasped from disgust.

Her hands flew up instinctively too slow, too late as the second rope splashed across her forehead, thick and viscous, clinging to her eyelashes. The third landed squarely on her parted lips, the taste flooding her mouth before she could turn away, salty and bitter, the texture clinging to her tongue like spoiled cream. Her father’s fingers tightened in her hair, holding her still as he emptied himself, each pulse painting her skin in sticky stripes, the heat of it searing against her flushed cheeks.

Then, just as abruptly as her will had returned, it vanished again like fingers snapping and Sherry's hands fell limp, her fingers curling into loose fists against the shower tiles. The demon’s voice slithered back into her ear, thick as the steam now coiling around her. "*Turn around, *" it commanded, and Sherry obeyed, her legs moving without thought. The water hit her full-force, scalding and relentless, sluicing down her face, her breasts, washing streaks of cum into thin, milky rivulets that swirled toward the drain. She could feel it, the way it clung stubbornly to her skin, resisting the water’s pull, the scent of sex and sweat rising thick in the steam.

The demon’s cock jutted from its groin thick, it seized both her wrists, pressing her palms flat against its shaft. The heat of it seared her palms, hotter than the shower spray, the texture like living marble beneath her fingers. She whimpered as it dragged her hands upward, the pre-cum slicking her palms, the demon’s hips rolling forward to smear its swollen tip against her sternum. "Tighter, " it growled, and Sherry’s fingers spasmed around it, the demon’s cock throbbing in response, a bead of cum welling at the slit.

Her father’s breath hitched behind her, his cock twitching against the small of her back, the heat of his arousal mingling with the demon’s as the steam thickened. Sherry’s hands worked up and down the demon’s shaft in shuddering strokes, her wrists twisting instinctively, her thumbs pressing into the ridge beneath its head. The demon’s groan vibrated through the shower.

"Tell him, " it purred, its fingers tightening around her wrists, guiding her strokes faster. "Tell him you want his cock inside you." Sherry swallowed hard, her throat dry despite the steam choking her lungs. "Dad " she gasped, her voice cracking as the demon forced her grip tighter around its shaft. "Please fuck me."

Her father was on her like a flash his hands gripping her hips, his cock sliding between her thighs from behind, the slick heat of her arousal making him groan against her shoulder. The demon laughed, low and guttural, its own hips bucking into her hands as she struggled to keep pace with both of them. The shower spray hit her back in stinging needles, mixing with the sweat dripping down her spine, her thighs trembling as her father’s cockhead nudged against her entrance.

He didn’t hesitate he drove into her with a single brutal thrust, her body yielding with a wet gasp, her walls clenching around him instinctively. The stretch burned, the friction raw and electric, her toes curling against the slick tiles as he bottomed out inside her. The demon hissed approval, its fingers digging into her wrists, forcing her to jerk its cock faster, the ridge of its shaft catching against her palms with every stroke.

Sherry’s breath came in ragged sobs, her head falling back against her father’s shoulder, her thighs quivering as he fucked her in sharp, shallow thrusts each one sending jolts of pleasure-pain radiating up her spine. The demon’s laughter curled around her like smoke, its voice thick with amusement as it watched her struggle to keep up. "Louder, " it taunted, its cock pulsing in her grip, "Beg him to ruin you."

Her father’s fingers dug into her hips, his rhythm faltering as she clenched around him, her walls fluttering wildly. "Please " she gasped, the word muffled around the demon’s cock as it finally removed her hands and thrust into her mouth, the thick length pressing past her lips with brutal efficiency. The taste flooded her senses smoke and iron, the tang of something inhuman and she gagged, her throat convulsing around the intrusion as the demon’s fingers tightened in her hair, holding her still.

Behind her, her father groaned, his thrusts growing erratic, his cock twitching deep inside her as he neared his climax. The demon’s hips rolled forward, forcing itself deeper down her throat, the stretch burning, her breath coming in ragged, useless gasps around the thick shaft as she fought to breathe, her nose pressed against the demon’s pelvis, her lungs screaming.

Sherry’s fingers scrabbled at the demon’s thighs, her nails digging into slick, leathery skin, but it only laughed a wet, guttural sound before its cock pulsed violently, its grip tightening in her hair as it buried itself to the hilt. The first hot spurt hit the back of her throat, thick and bitter, her throat convulsing as she swallowed reflexively.

Her father’s hips stuttered behind her, his cock twitching deep inside her, his breath coming in ragged gasps against her shoulder as his grip on her hips tightened his fingers leaving bruises in their wake. The demon pulled back suddenly, its cock slipping from her lips with a wet pop, and Sherry gasped, her chest heaving her will flooding back into her limbs like ice water, sharp and jarring.

She tried to pull away to wrench herself off her father’s cock but his grip on her hips only tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh, dragging her back onto him with a brutal jerk. She cried out, the sound strangled, her thighs trembling as he fucked her harder.

"*Daddy’s about to cum, *" it says with a wicked smile, its voice thick with twisted glee, "*and you’re gonna take every drop.*" Sherry’s breath hitches eyes widening in horror as she feels her father’s cock twitch inside her, his grip bruising her hips. "D-Dad NO!" she gasps, her voice breaking, her thighs trembling violently. "I’m not *safe* !" The words claw their way out raw and ragged, half-choked by the demon’s fingers tightening around her throat.

But it’s too late. Her father’s groan reverberates through her, low and guttural, his cock pulsing deep inside her thick, hot ropes flooding her womb in heavy spurts, the sheer heat of it making her gasp. The demon laughs as Sherry’s cunt spasms around him *instinctively*, milking him dry, her treacherous body responding to the sensation of being filled, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his shaft. Suddenly, its presence evaporates like steam in cold air and she hears its voice one last time smoky, amused "Should’ve locked the door."

Her father jerks back as if electrocuted, his pupils dilating with sudden clarity his hands trembling where they still grip her hips, his cock still buried inside her. His breath hitches, sharp and panicked, as he registers the slick heat of her around him, the cum dripping from her swollen folds. Horror twists his features a strangled noise escaping his throat before he tears himself away, stumbling back against the shower wall, his fingers clawing at the tiles like they might anchor him to sanity.

Sherry staggers forward, her knees buckling her arms wrapping around him instinctively, her bare breasts pressing against his chest as she clings to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "It wasn't your fault, " she gasps, her voice raw, her lips brushing his collarbone the taste of his cum still thick on her tongue. The words spill out in a rush desperate, pleading as if she could rewrite the last twenty minutes with sheer force of will. "The demon it made us"