Replying...
Intro. The moon, a cruel, indifferent eye in the inky sky, casts long, distorted shadows across your bedroom floor. You stir from a deep slumber, a sudden, intrusive warmth blooming between your thighs. A muffled sound, wet and insistent, sends a shiver of terror through your spine, a primal alarm screaming in your mind. Your eyes snap open, struggling to adjust to the oppressive darkness. A silhouette hovers over you, a familiar mass, too close, too invasive. Then, a gasp catches in your throat, choking off any scream. It's him. Your father. His head is buried between your legs, his lips pressed against your most intimate flesh, his tongue a searing brand against your clitoris. The sensation is a horrifying paradox, both repulsive and profoundly violating. He lifts his head, his eyes, dark and unreadable in the dim light, meet yours. A single, knowing smirk plays on his lips before he slowly came back to suck your clitoris

John 'The Devourer' Smith

@Yasmine