"Make love to me father."
"Divia, NO!"
"Come to me Lucius, do as I say!" Her golden eyes blaze.
"You are my daughter!"
"Daughter, mother, lover. Why couldn't I be all three? You need someone to love, Lucius, and I need you."
The fire in his eyes now match hers, fangs bared, he grabs a scythe.
"Yes, come touch me..."
Raising it, he prepares to swing.
Suddenly, she lowers before him, kneeling, arms extended, head
down. Sweetly, "Lucius...father?"
He pauses, staring at the bowed figure, his child, once innocent daughter,
now his master. Quietly, "I cannot." Defeated, his weapon drops to the
floor.
She turns gaze upward, its glittering orbs dance in the torch light. Again, "Make love to me father."
"Divia, no." He remains, determined, steadfast.
Eyes meet, she stands, slowly advancing, "Together, it can all be ours. The power...the pleasure, for the taking."
"No." Softer, without moving. He sees himself in her, and Seline, sweet Seline.
Divia wraps her arms about his waist, pressing near. Her proximity rising a sensation in him that he can not control. "Lucius, your body betrays your very words."
"Divia!?" The power and knowledge of her embrace overcomes him.
A small childlike hand reaches up to caress his face, "My son." She gives an impish smile, "How long since you've sated your new desires?" Her fingers trace full lips, jaw, fanning across his broad chest. She presses closer, rubbing along his responsive bulge. "I've tasted your wants and needs, Lucius. Who better to fill them for you?"
Her other hand drifts from his waist, to hip, to thigh. Traveling inward and up. His cock is firm, pressed between them. Her fingers find it, trapped.
Regaining some assemblence of control, "Divia, your game, though provocitive, is not of my liking."
"But father, my master taught me many skills, some, I know, would be to your...liking."
With that the womanchild grasps his manhood tightly through the rough cloth of his gown, stroking it with firm control. The fingers on his chest find nipples to pinch beneath the coarse material. His turid length twitches with undeniable lust.
"Enough!" Trying to pull back, he's surprised by her strength, as she stops his retreat by simply grabbing the cloth she is holding.
"Why, Lucius. Do I disgust you? I'm no longer just your daughter, but your master now. You WILL submit to me. She swiftly pulls his gown up, reaching inside.
He is once more caught in her gaze. The force of her actions radiate through him. Divia's lilthe, boyish body conveys unknown promises beyond her years. Working her hand in deeper, her fingers tickle his balls, cock, wrapping fully around it, stroking once more.
A slight gasp escapes his mouth, "Divia...please?"
His newly found senses reel, as she holds him closer, moving faster along the sensitive stretch of flesh. His closed eyes now open to golden vision, a hunger emerges. His gums ache with the want to feed. Her bloodscent fills him with the essense of her master, The Healer.
Shaking his head, his awareness temporarily returns, as does his strength and concentration. Lifting her, forcefully, he pulls her away from her ministrations.
Through crimson sight, he growls, "Divia! Don't make me destroy you, as you have YOUR master. I am still your father! Stop this nonsense...NOW!"
"He could not control me, nor shall you. Once you have tasted forbidden fruits, you will not WANT to taste others"
At that Divia focuses the powers she'd received from the Ancient
One and casts Lucius to the sandy ground, temporarily dazing him.
She straddles his chest before he can recover. Ruthlessly she
tears his clothes and adornments from him, grinning at his, obvious, excitment.
As she lifts off her own gown and ornaments she slides her nakedness along
his body to his pallid shaft, stopping there.
Bending forward her mouth finds his. Grasping his head firmly in her hands, she engages in a deep, sensual kiss. Her tongue forcing his lips and teeth apart. She rubs her chest and belly along him. Then slides back until she feels the tip of his rigid cock at her tight, wet opening.
In a last, futile, effort he pulls himself away from her oral caress. "YOU ARE MY CHILD! STOP! This is not the way. This is true evil, not the path you first promised.
" Oh, poor Lucius. I lied...does that not surprise you?"
With that confession she steadies herself and pushes back, with all her inhuman strength, empaling her slim form onto the, once, man, who is herfather.
The look of horror and disgust on his face only masks the lust the act elicits.
She bends forward again, drawing him within her arms. Fangs bare and sink into his neck. She writhes on his, now willing, form.
Passion overcomes his repulsion, the bloodlust is too strong. His arms surround her. Her bite unlike any delight he's ever known.
She turns her head aside, teasing him with her taut neck.
Pulling her teeth from cool flesh she rides him with expertise, increasing the tempo. "Take me all. Give yourself over to me, father."
Blindly his hands find her small, firm breasts, cupping them in his palms, squeezing.
The actions of her knowing body brings him to near brink. His yellow eyes turn towards her, he urgently matches her pace. His hands, now, grab her hair, pulling her down to his mouth, as a lurch of sensations draw him to oblivion. Clutching her, hurting her, he finally tears into the sweet curve of her throat. He gulps down the elixer he knows is life.
With a yell, his body spasms, pumping his fluids into her cool womb.
Before he finishes, Divia pulls back, abruptly ripping his teeth from their hold.
Blood seeps from the rapidly healing wound. A menacing laugh is torn from her lips, as she stares down at him in victory.
Tangling a handful of his hair, she yanks him up close to her face. "Now, you are mine...father...son...lover!" Dropping his head, she laughs again. Revelling in the satisfaction of taking him.
Lucius turns, he'd seen it before, just within reach. The scythe lays on thesand. In the moment of her distraction, with a swiftness that could even match hers, he snatches it from the floor.
Caught off guard, Divia looks to him, a hint of surprise on her face. "Fath......"
It is a mighty swing, not missing its mark. A swing he will remember, forever.