BFQ Fapfic the First

"I could ask them," you offer. "I expect them to say 'no,' though."

"I'm not surprised," he says, giving you what you think might be a proud smile - it's hard to tell with the beard. "They're yours. Loyalty is something good to foster in your girls. What about kidnapping targets?"

"Well, Lin has a room mate who's into joining Dextra - she says she's pretty."

"That could be a good option. Can you get her here easily?"

"No, probably not."

"I might be able to get her myself if you let me free, but then there's the risk of me being caught as well... Can you think of anything else?"

"Well..."


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You think long and hard about your options, sending him after the Dextra firstie would certainly be the easiest option, but it also has the greatest potential to backfire on you, the last thing you need is the Dextra Domini catching wind of demonic activity and retaliating in force.

You take a deep breath, studying your feet, you can't look him in the face for what you're about to suggest, but you knew you'd have to make difficult decisions here, and the benefits outweigh the costs.

“There is another choice here, besides one of my girls, or sending you out to feed.”

“Which is?”

“Look, offering you Liz or Lin is out of the question, and sending you out in this state is dangerous.”

Your father doesn't respond, watching you, from his silence you suspect he knows what you're implying, but he's still going to make you say it all the same.

“What I'm saying is, I could... do it... myself,” you feel your cheeks heating up, you look up, trying to gauge his reaction, but his expression remains unreadable. You don't think you could live with the embarrassment of it, if he turned you down after you suggested something like that. The moments tick by excruciatingly slowly until he finally breaks the silence.

“Okay Max.”

He doesn't look embarrassed at all. You guess you shouldn't be surprised, he is an Incubus after all, something like this probably isn't anywhere near as weird for him as it is for you. In fact judging by the growing bulge in his pants he's looking forward to this.

“I don't want you to think this means I've forgiven you, I just don't want you to get me and my friends in trouble,” you say, trying and failing not to stare at the growing bulge in his pants. My god, it must be huge, you can see where you got it from now, you suppose.

You steel yourself, locking eyes with the beast struggling for release in his pants. “Don't you dare talk to me while I'm doing this, this is creepy enough already.”

Your father simply nods, waiting for you to do all the work, you grit your teeth, reaching for his fly and unzipping it. As soon as you finish, his cock springs forth, the pressure too much for it to remain contained within. Oh god, it's even bigger then it looked, you aren't sure how you're going to handle this.

You glance up, your father watches you, a slight smile on his face.

You grit you teeth. “Wipe that smile off your face, right now,” you mutter. You reach out with one cautious hand, your fingertips brushing the skin. It's warm, really warm, you pull your fingers back, you aren't sure you can go through with this.

“Max?”

“I told you not to talk to me,” you snap.

“If you're having second thoughts...”

“I can do it,” you snap, who the hell is this deadbeat to tell you what you are or are not capable of.

You lunge forward, grabbing your father's cock roughly. If he feels any discomfort from the treatment, he doesn't show it.

It's too late to back out now, you start to pump your hand up and down the shaft in slow, even strokes. You can't quite get your hand all the way around it, but you do your best, doing your best to ignore the sick thrill that's  replacing your disgust as you feel the colossal cock in your hand.

You lose track of how long you're pumping for. Considering how many years your father was locked down here, desperate for release, you'd expected him to blow his load within a matter of seconds, but he's still standing there, watching you work, a calm expression on his face.

“Max, I appreciate what you're trying to do for me, but you're really not very good at this. If you don't try a little harder, I'm not going to be able to drain any energy at all.”

Great, not only are you here in some dingy jail cell jerking off your old man, but now he's critiquing your technique. You feel your competitive spirit boiling to the surface. This is just like any other sport, you'll show him!

You pick up the pace, your slow, clumsy strokes becoming faster, more passionate. Without even realising what you're doing, your other hand reaches out to fondle his heavy balls.

“What the hell would you know about me, or how good I am at this. It's not like you were ever there to watch me growing up,” you snap, your jerking reaching a fever pitch.

“I'm sorry, Max,” your father's sincere tone almost makes you skip a beat, but you are too caught up in what you're doing now to stop.

“I don't need your damn apologies, what I need is for you to cum already,” you snarl, gently squeezing his balls as you jerk harder and harder until you get what you want, and with a grunt, your father releases fifteen years of pent up lust, spattering your shirt and jogging trousers with his seed.

With a few more tugs, his prodigious erection finally starts to shrink back to its usual, but still impressive, size, dribbling the last of his cum over your hand.

You feel dizzy, almost collapsing, but your father catches you in his arms as you start to stumble, slowly lowering you to sit against the wall. “Be careful Max, being drained will leave you exhausted for quite a while.”

All you can do is give a vague nod, looking down at your jizz-drenched clothes, but what catches your eye instead is the erection straining your pants. No matter how sick and wrong it may have seemed to you, you can't help but admit that on some level, you want that feeling again.