Chapter Seven: Under The Table Sins, Part One

It was not there before and I knew very well what the solid growth which had paid my unsuspecting back a visit.

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Thirst.

Of all the feelings I thought would favour me in this beguiling moment, the most peculiar, strongly vied to be the most dominant.

Thirst.

My throat was dry and in need of a deposit of moisture, but it was not parched. Water was not what I needed.

In that moment, as the Devil's sleek finger pads got increasingly familiar with my neck and my back made a horrifying discovery- I was thirsty for answers and famished, and only an escape plan could satiate my hunger.

I would love to seek comfort in denial and convince myself that I was faced by the unknown, but that would be insulting my intelligence. I already was gawking like a fish close to its demise when I felt that large mass cushioning my back. It wasn't there before and I knew very well what the solid growth which had paid my unsuspecting back a visit was. That billow of panic ripped through me as my joints slackened further and I was transported by a series of tremors.

It dawned on me, the realisation came to me as a torrent splash of ice cold water to the face-

THE DEVIL WAS SEDUCING ME!

THE -

DEVIL-

WAS-

SEDUCING-

ME!

My sovereign of Hell step-father was not in any way inebriated or possesed by a fiend, I mean he is the fiend, it was clear to me that he was very aware of his actions and had a goal to achieve. God how I wished he was at least under the influence of that tot of spirit I poured him earlier.

How could have Jun predicted correctly?

Before, I refused to entertain any thoughts of my mother's diabolical, infernally wicked Devil husband being attracted to me, but every doubt I had had was wiped away when my step-father cocked his hips and that prominent erection grinded into my back.

I nearly fainted.

I should have fainted, but my body has never loved me that much. Even when I needed to tumble limp in his burly arms more than ever and save myself from ascending ruin, my obstinate body armed me with more acuteness and I felt every sensation with a higher intensity.

Oh god he is large!

I am too good of a person to be feeling such things, what have years of diligent benevolence yielded me?!

The sheer size of his erection made my gut clench and my skin to thin. With the mental anguish I had amassed, if a bulk of nerves could kill; my mother would be on her way to the morgue by now.

Mother.

Mo-th-er..

I have a mother!

What am I doing pressed into the island, with her husband's penis jabbing my back?

This is the worst situation I have ever found myself in, in this house, and trust me, caprice and peculiarity are the order of my day.

Imagine if someone stumbles upon us in this undoubtedly incriminating position!

I have to stop him.

I- have- to.

But I can't.

Oh god I can't.

I just have to utter three words; "Daddy please stop."

But I can't, my tongue is limp.... and maybe so is my determination, or the lack of it to be precise.

I was feeling so many things I could not explain for my diabolical father, because of him and those feelings were the greatest contributing factor to my silently pledged obedience and strongly expressed submissiveness.

For the last part, I did not have much of a choice, the Devil's vehemently dominant aura alone commands you, compels you to submit. My father has never taken no for an answer, rejection is beneath the Devil, he always gets what he wants.

I wish I knew what he wanted from me, or maybe I don't.

An erected penis only has one use, nature made it that way.

If I were another woman I would be tempted, I would be squeezing my thighs together and scanning through the most prurient thoughts the mind can manufacture, I would be so wet and feel like the most fortunate woman for having such an undeniably attractive, ethereally hot man hard for me- but I am not just a random woman, I am the Devil's step-daughter, I have regarded this otherwordly hot man as my father since I was eight years old, and this is my mother's husband.

This should not be happening.

I have to stop feeling these things.

I have to stop him!

Fuck Nessa what is wrong with you?!

Why are you so weak?!

I was melting in his arms, and I did not even have to guess, I knew that he was extracting heaps and heaps of pleasure from seeing me act this way, like a docile, putty kitten begging to be dominated and manipulated.

Mom...

I have to do this for mom...

I have to stop him!

Fuck!