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Subject: {ASSM} Demon Lust chp 14 - Daddy's girl (M/f, mild incest)
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Demon Lust 14 - Daddy's Girl
It had now been almost a full month since the night when Anne was
mutilated and killed by that beast. Ever so slowly, the feeling of a
terrible lost started to vanish and the days stopped eventually to
feel like one long, numbing agonizing eternity that was, after a night
of sleepless tears, replaced by the next day filled with the feeling
of terrible loss. What had not yet started to vanish for Adam was the
feeling of guilt.

He couldn't forget how he had been home that night, having these
fantasies about his daughter's innocent body and wishing Anne would be
dead so he could finally let them become real. Rationally, he of
course knew that it was not his fault, that this beast killed his
wife. According to the police, it had been a stray dog, but they never
found a trace of it and the thought, it might still be out there
wasn't a pleasant thought for him. And this stranger who now lived
with Pater Gregorius and was with the police that night, was a strange
guy who made both, him and Amber feel uncomfortable.

Something about the way Pater Gregorius affirmed to this stranger,
that they were very respected members of the community, attending
service every Sunday made Adam wonder if this man somehow knew about
these horrible wishes filling his mind. No, the guilt was still eating
him up every day.

Again, as many nights before, he was on the couch in the living room
in front of the fireplace and TV and tried to read until sleep would
find him. It had been one of her favorite places in the house and he
remembered how often Anne had been watching TV with him, cuddled in
his arms when Amber was asleep up in her room.

He watched Amber enter the living room and turn on the TV. He realized
how she started again to wear more feminine cloths, exposing more skin
and as he watched her walk back to the seat and sit down, he noticed
the jiggle of her breasts and realized she was again not wearing a bra
under the long T-shirt. She tucked her naked legs under herself and
started switching through the channels. Adam, determined not to go
back to these forbidden thoughts, picked up his book again and
continued reading.

"I can't sleep dad. Is it ok if I watch TV for a while? I know it's
late but we don't have school tomorrow and I thought..."

Her voice trailed off and he felt how she fought not to cry. He looked
at her over the edge of the book and smiled.

"Sure honey." He thought for a moment to add she should keep the
volume down, so his reading would not be disturbed, but then decided
against it. "I hope, you don't mind me reading, ok?" He smiled at her,
trying to make a joke and then swallowed as he saw the wetness in her
eyes as she watched the screen and fought her tears.

"No, don't worry. I'll keep it quiet." Again he heard the trembling in
her voice and he felt so bad for not having been able to protect her
from what she now must have been going through. For maybe 10 minutes
the only sound in the room was from the TV, a chain of incoherent
voices and sounds as she switched aimlessly through the channels.

"Dad?"

He looked up and realized the TV had been tuned into a documentary
about gardens in Wales for the last couple of minutes.

"I miss her so terribly." Her voice trailed off and she looked at him,
her face glistening with the tears she had been crying silently for
the last few minutes. He searched for words to console her, but before
he could say a word, she got up and ran across the room and hurled
herself into his arms.

He felt the trembling of her body as she was pressing herself against
him, helpless sobs shaking her and he realized that, for the first
time since Anne's death, she was really crying.

"I want her back, daddy. Please make her come back, it's so not fair!"
He felt the wetness of her tears soak his shirt and finally took her
in his arms, caressing her hair and, for the first time, allowing
herself to be so close and allowing himself to hold and comfort her.
No words were spoken for a long time, the sound from the TV forming
the background sound to her silent crying and his whispered words.

Adam was holding her close, one hand caressing her hair, the other
softly stroking her back through the cotton T-shirt she was wearing.
He didn't know how long they were like this. Had it been 5 minutes?
30? He realized she had stopped crying and had turned her head, and he
felt her warm breathing against his neck as her lips almost touched
his skin. She felt warm on his body, her hair silky to his touch and
her body so soft against his, as her breasts were on his chest, soft,
yet firm globes separated only by two thin layers of clothing from his
skin.

It was this sensation that brought it all back. The memory of how she
pressed herself against him weeks ago before she ran off to school.
The memory of him watching the pictures of the secretly placed camera,
as she and that girl caressed each other in such erotic sapphic lust.
But most of all, it was the feeling of her body against his that made
him remember that evening when she hugged him good night and her hand
almost touched the hard cock in his pants after she seemed to have
secretly masturbated in this very room with him and Anne watching a
movie.

His hand had moved down her body, almost touching the firm young
globes of her ass through the cotton, the gentle touch no longer an
attempt to comfort her but the caress of a lover. Her breathing had
gotten deeper and for a moment he imagined hearing a faint moan as she
exhaled. He realized her left leg had moved between his and the
sensation of her warm body made his cock swell. He realized how it was
growing between their bodies and although a hot wave of shame engulfed
him, he was unable to stop it.

Amber felt the stirring flesh and pressed her crotch lightly against
it. She knew that this burning need that had never stopped to eat her
soul was about to be satisfied tonight. His hands on her felt like the
touch of a lover and she heard Lillith's smile as she was about to
complete what the demon had weeks ago initiated. She felt the burning
need for cock, she felt it just the same way she felt it a month ago,
when she sucked off the bikers in the cabin. Only this time it was his
cock and she knew it wasn't her mouth she wanted to feel him pump his
semen into.

"Don't stop daddy..." Again her voice was a faint, low sound, but this
time it was not sorrow and tears swinging in it. Adam heard it, heard
the hidden message and the moan swinging in her voice as she called
him daddy. His hand moved down her body, over her ass and he almost
groaned in wild lust as he realized that she wasn't wearing panties
and he would only need to pull the cotton fabric up, in order to feel
her naked warm skin, in order to feel her sweet swollen lips.

"Please make me happy daddy..." The voice so close to his ear, he felt
the brush of her lips on it as she again moaned that word, a sound so
erotic, his hand squeezed the firm globe of her ass, a touch that made
her grind her crotch on his burning cock. Both of them were breathing
hard now, one in wanton lust, the other in a desperate effort to keep
control.

"Amber... its late.. we... I need to get up early tomorrow..I..."

"Please daddy..."

He felt the hard nubs of her nipples press against his chest as she
slowly started to slide down his body, inch by inch, the swollen
pearls being dragged over his chest, his abdomen, and then his hard
flesh was trapped between the warm wet swelling of her breasts.

But just as he realized she was about to go down on him, the memory of
Anne doing the very same thing on this very same couch made him grab
her arms hard and stop her.

"No. We have to stop Amber. Don't you understand?"

For a moment, he thought her eyes turned completely black as they
stared into each other eyes. But then she smiled, a sweet, innocent
smile, and moved off his body. She was kneeling next to him by the
couch, her face an expression of pouty innocence.

"What do we have to stop daddy?"

Before he could answer, she started to get up. As she was moving, she
seemed to stumble and reached out to steady herself. Adam's eyes
opened wide as he felt her hand on his swollen cock, a small, delicate
hand, giving his meat a firm squeeze as she slowly got up.

She looked in his eyes. The whole incident only took a couple of
seconds, but for Adam it was long enough to feel how his balls
tightened and the heat, quicker than he had ever experienced it, build
and then he realized in shock how his cock pulsed in his daughter's
hand as his clenching buttocks pumped stream after stream of hot thick
cum into his pants as if he would be a teenager having his cock
touched by his girlfriend for the very first time.

Amber stared in his face as she felt the cock in her head. Her face
seemed to be calm, almost emotionless, but she felt the thickness of
his meat, she felt the throbbing veins on it through the fabric of his
pants and, most of all, she felt it pulse as her touch made him cum.
She didn't move as she felt wave after wave of his climax in her hand,
until the throbbing stopped and he exhaled through clenched teeth.

"Thank you Daddy, " She smiled at him, a sweet, innocent smile. "Thank
you for making me stop crying."

She didn't look back as she left the room before he had the chance to
answer and he stared at her full ass moving under the T-shirt as he
felt the heat of his cum slowly turn into the cold sensation of utter
embarrassment and defeat. 
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