A Horror Game Steeped in Immorality - Volume 2 - Part 3

“Ha, Leah…”

 

 

 

What kind of family was this? A brother who suckled on his sister’s br*asts with lewd thoughts from a young age, a twin who wanted to m*sturb@te to his sister in their mother’s womb, and a father who feeds his sleeping daughter his s*men…

 

 

 

“Uh…”

 

 

 

Daymond caressed my chest as if tracing its contours.

 

 

 

“Your br*asts are bigger than before.”

 

 

 

“Ha… I-It tickles…”

 

 

 

“Did Lycan touch you every night in my absence?”

 

 

 

His thumb pressed painfully against the peak of my aroused br*ast. Ah! A sharp sensation made my toes curl. Daymond skillfully removed my slip, as if it wasn’t his first time doing so.

 

 

 

“…How do you know my br*ast size, ah, Father?”

 

 

 

“You think I only put my c*ck in your mouth?”

 

 

 

“…Ah!”

 

 

 

His lips, which had been exploring my mouth, descended to my chest. His w*t tongue slowly licked the curve of my br*ast. The spot where his saliva transferred felt especially chilling, making my body shiver. Daymond gathered his lips to suck harder on my n*pple while his hand moved up my thigh, inserting a finger between my legs.

 

 

 

“Uh…Ah!”

 

 

 

Startled by the sudden intrusion, I twisted my hips slightly.

 

 

 

“Spread your legs. Let me probe deeper.”

 

 

 

After releasing my reddened n*pple, Daymond looked up at me warningly. Just as I was about to protest, another finger slipped into my w*t interior. I writhed and moaned loudly.

 

 

 

“Uh, ah, ah! No, ugh!”

 

 

 

As Daymond thrust and wiggled his fingers inside me, my sweat-soaked waist rocked up and down. The w*t sounds assaulted my ears, and pl*asure forced my mouth open.

 

 

 

“Agh! No, don’t touch there, ah, ah!”

 

 

 

“Where should I not touch? Here, or here?”

 

 

 

“Ah! Please, Father, ugh… ah!”

 

 

 

His firm thumb parted my l*bia and pressed against my cl*t, hidden beneath. Ignoring my pleas, Daymond expertly manipulated both the fingers buried deep inside me and the thumb rubbing my cl*t, drawing pl*asure for me.

 

 

 

“Ah, uh, Father… ah!”

 

 

 

Even though my lips were not sealed by Daymond, I found myself gasping for air. I writhed in insane sensitivity, dripping tears, sweat, and saliva while struggling to breathe. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, gulping down air and saliva, then repeated the process.

 

 

 

Daymond slightly pulled away, observing me with dark eyes. My face, wild with excitement, was fully reflected in his pupils. Unlike me, completely undone by his touch, Daymond’s breathing was only slightly quickened, maintaining his usual composure.

 

 

 

“Did Lycan, Lionel, those bastards, see you like this?”

 

 

 

If Lycan and Lionel were bastards, then what does it make you? Despite gasping in pl*asure, such thoughts crossed my mind. Yet, I dared not voice them aloud, intimidated by his growling tone. I merely fluttered my lips, shedding tears profusely. Daymond grimaced as if holding back something, then lowered his head above my face. I braced for another rough kiss, but unexpectedly, his lips barely touched mine, lightly pecking before pulling away. I sobbed quietly, receiving his butterfly kisses.

 

 

 

“I should pluck out their eyeballs right now.”

 

 

 

“Oh, no… No, ah! Please, no. Really, no…!”

 

 

 

Although I desperately wanted to prevent the gouging of eyes, a more pressing concern was the possibility of Lycan finding out that Daymond and I had slept together. That damned Lycan would undoubtedly not be able to handle the shock and would likely die from it. Then, I would be completely out of the game!

 

 

 

“No?”

 

 

 

Daymond’s lips twisted coldly. A sense of dread filled me, fearing he might turn into a crazed killer and strangle me on the spot. My survival instincts kicked in, pushing me to act. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him first.

 

 

 

“Dad… I don’t like scary things.”

 

 

 

“Ha…”

 

 

 

His eyes, which had been dormant, suddenly flashed with madness. His halted hand began to roughly probe my hole again. The unexpected stimulation made me scream out as I threw my head back, and his hot tongue licked up my exposed neck, savagely biting as if to devour me.

 

 

 

“I’m just barely holding on.”

 

 

 

“Ah, ah!”

 

 

 

“Do you want your father, Leah?”

 

 

 

It wasn’t a question. Overwhelmed by pl*asure, I blurted out the only choice I had.

 

 

 

“Ah… Yes.”

 

 

 

His fingers, which had been stimulating my insides, slipped out. Daymond moved away from me and spread my thighs. The cold air hit my sensitive parts as his enormous p*nis rubbed against the entrance and my cl*toris.

 

 

 

“Ah, father…”

 

 

 

I was terrified by its enormous size. I propped myself up slightly by resting on my elbows.

 

 

 

“N-No… Ah! No!”

 

 

 

Before I could even refuse, his fist-sized gl*ns pushed into me, stretching my insides snugly around it. The sensation of his p*nis stretching my inner walls took over me. I took a deep breath, feeling my chest swell.

 

 

 

“It hurts. It hurts, ah, no, Fathe… Ah!”

 

 

 

“Huh… You’re just being dramatic.”

 

 

 

Despite being sufficiently w*t, penetration was not easy. Daymond exhaled a short moan along with his breath as he pushed his p*nis inside me. I shuddered at the sensation of being excessively stretched, and Daymond also seemed to struggle as sweat beads formed on his forehead.

 

 

 

“Oh, no. Dad, this is, really, ah! Oh, no…!”

 

 

 

I flailed, pushing his solid chest with my hands. The more I did, the closer Daymond pressed his body against mine. He frowned, wiping away my tears with his lips.

 

 

 

“Do you want to stop?”

 

 

 

“Yes, yes… Yes! I am, ah, your daughter…ugh this, something like this. Ah, it hurts. It hurts!”

 

 

 

Though it was futile to expect any parental duty at this point, I spouted anything to escape from this weapon-like p*nis.