Amorous Goods: Depravity’s Box

Prologue

A lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left the entire collection and the business built around them to the only remaining relative, a niece on a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of administering the estate and liquidating the business and collection. However, she has come to find out that many of the goods have been cursed or enchanted with amorous powers that affect those who encounter them. These are the stories of some of those encounters with objects found at Amorous Goods.

***

It was early September as Eddie hurried into his house, unhappily soaked from the rainstorm outside. His clothes clung to his dripping body as he slammed the door behind him, the bags in his hands rustling with the effort of the motion.

A pair of beautiful green eyes looked over the glow of a cellphone, lit up with amusement, as she sat up from her seat on the couch. “Daddy! You’re soaked! What happened?!” She gasped in faux shock.

“Smartass.” Eddie grumbled, doing his best not to give his daughter, Grace, the satisfaction of finding her taunt amusing as he dropped his bags. With a groan he added, “…the rain…”

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Grace perked up, making a show of cupping her hand over her ear to hear him better.

“I got caught in the rain, okay!” He begrudgingly shot back.

“But you couldn’t have.” She shook her head. “I distinctly remember you saying it wasn’t going to rain today. Even when I tried to tell you to pack an umbrella, you insisted it wasn’t necessary. You must have gotten wet some other way. You’re just saying it rained to entertain my foolish girly ignorance for ever questioning you.”

Eddie let out a loud sigh. “You keep this up and I’m going to take this back.” He motioned to one of the bags on the floor.

This caught Grace’s attention enough for her to put down her phone. “Oh?”

“I passed this weird antique shop on the way back from my conference today. I know you’re into weird antiques so I gave it a look and bought you something but if you’re going to be a brat-”

“Daaaaaddy!” Grace bat her eyelashes and used her cute voice that always wrapped her father around her finger. “I’m so, sooooo sorry I was so foolishly worried about your wellbeing enough to not want you caught in the rain. So sorry for being a braaaaat.” She then immediately dropped all pretenses and used her regular voice, “What’d you get me? What’d you get me?”

“You know what? Now you have to wait until I get out of these clothes and take a shower!” Eddie snarled.

Despite the aggression, Grace paid it no mind. Instead she glanced from her father down to the bag, a curious excitement in her eyes. She loved surprises. But she had an issue with being patient enough for them…

“Hey, Brat!” Eddie yelled to get her attention.

Grace bit back a giggle at the nickname that she in no way took as an insult. She was a brat and proud. It was his fault for spoiling her. She playfully hid behind the long locks of her honey-colored hair to make herself seem more innocent, despite her clear motives as soon as her father left the room.

“No peeking!” He threatened.

“No peeking.” Grace repeated with a sharp nod. She even turned back to her phone. But her curious glances back at the bag were anything but subtle. Her face did turn serious again as she looked upon her father’s state once more. “You really do need to get out of those clothes before you get sick, though. I’ll mop the floor.”

“I’ll mop the floor.” Eddie sighed, taking off his shoes and socks, which he’d been able to mostly salvage in his run from the driveway to the door.

Grace gave her father a pitiful look as he squelched past her, but he wasn’t even out of sight yet before her eyes were once again on the bag…

Eddie knew she was probably already sneaking her way silently to do the thing he specifically told her not to do. That was the problem with having a smart, young woman living with him. She may be his flesh and blood. She may respect him as a father. But she knew him too well. Enough to know what she could get away with by just batting those pretty green eyes at him.

He sighed again. Her mother, Angela was the same way. She’d just used her power for evil. At worst, Grace was merely mischievous. The last time he’d seen Angela’s just as vibrant green eyes manipulating him, it was when Grace was dropped off. He never would have had an issue with taking care of her, of course but Angela had just… what was the word Grace used recently? Yeet-ed? Yeeted out? Does yeet include the word ‘out’ in its initial meaning? He’d have ask her later.

All he was worried about now was the feeling of the shower water as it warmed him. Everything else was just details. Details he could worry about later.

A few minutes later, a robed Eddie made his way back into the living room with the mop to find the unsurprising visual of Grace fiddling with the intricately detailed metal box he’d bought for her. He was told that it was some kind of puzzle box and Grace loved puzzles, so it seemed perfect for her. It already appeared significantly less boxlike as Grace scrutinizingly twisted bits of it, looked closely and then typed things into her phone. “How old is this?” She asked in awe, looking back and forth between the box and her phone. “I don’t even know what language this is…”

“Lift your feet.” Eddie ordered sternly as he mopped the trail of water he’d left. Grace swiftly curled her long legs under herself on the couch in response.

Eddie’s eyes narrowed as he took in another detail of his daughter now that he was really looking. “Is that my shirt?”

Grace paused her intense studying to flash her father a grin, without an iota of guilt shown. “Your shirts are really comfy.”

Eddie sighed again. “Grace. We’ve been over this. I respect your room. And you respect mine.”

“And as I’ve said, if you want to wear any of my clothes, you’re more than welcome.”

Eddie glared even more. “I have half a mind to do that. Stretch out all your shirts.”

Grace rolled her eyes. “Oh no! I’ll have to shop for new clothes! The horror, Daddy! The horror!”

“My God… what am I going to do with you…?” He groaned in defeat, finishing up his task before remembering her initial question. “Oh. And she just said it was really old when I asked. She seemed more than happy to be rid of it than anything else. Why? Do you think it’s worth something?”

“Possibly…” Grace murmured, distractedly. “The box itself is interesting enough but I think something is already inside of it…” She shook the box softly as something clearly jingled around in it.

“Huh…” Eddie gave the box a passing curiosity before another need overtook him. “Well you have fun. I’m going to make dinner.”

“Could you make your fried chicken tenders?” Grace asked hopefully.

Eddie’s face immediately soured. “Sweety, that takes so long…”

Grace looked up from her box to use her eyes for all they were worth as she flashed her father a pout. “Oh, but Daddy…. I love your tenders! I’ve been craving them all day! Pleeeeease? Please Daddy!”

“Oh, fuck’s sake!” Eddie groaned, storming out of the room.

“Love you, Daddy!” Grace called after him, her overly cute tone returning.

“Love you too, you little brat!” He yelled back.

Grace loudly giggled before returning to the box. “What are you?” She asked it both in curiosity and excitement.

Grace fiddled with the box throughout the night, gathering that it was the equivalent of a really complicated Rubik’s cube, only the bits that twisted weren’t even remotely that symmetrical, and instead of colors, it was whatever these writings were. Without figuring out the language, there was no way to solve it, so that was the main thing she was researching.

“This better not affect your studies.” Eddie warned just to receive an incredulous look from his daughter. While he’d had many challenges raising her, her grades had never been an issue. She’d even gotten to her college of choice on a full scholarship.

“Yes Daddy.” She mumbled, her eyes still clearly going between the box and her phone.

“And you’re doing the dishes.”

A smirk formed on her face as she nodded. “Yes Daddy.”

“Don’t stay up too late.”

“Yes Daddy.”

“And you’re doing the cooking and the dishes tomorrow.”

“Yes Daddy.”

“And for the rest of the week.”

“Nice try, Daddy.” Grace flashed him a grin. She wasn’t that distracted.

“It was worth a shot.” Eddie chuckled as he gave her hug and a peck on the cheek before heading to bed.

***

The next day, Eddie came home a lot dryer and significantly happier, and found himself looking at the now familiar sight of Grace fiddling with the box. “I’m ordering out tonight, aren’t I?”

“No…” Grace flashed him a smile. “I’ll cook, just give me a second.”

“One.” Eddie said with a smirk.

“Gee, I wonder where I get my smartassness from?” Grace rolled her eyes before returning her focus on the box. “I think I figured out the language… Now it’s just solving the actual puzzle…”

As she focused entirely on the box, Eddie smiled. Grace really was a beautiful young woman. She’d inherited much of her mother’s looks which had ensnared him in the first place. Her cute face, her pale skin, her-

“Daddy, why are you staring at me?” Grace asked accusingly.

“Sorry…” Eddie chuckled. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t help it sometimes…”

“Daddy…” Grace began to blush profusely, as she moved her hair behind her ear. “…go take your shower… I’ll start on dinner soon.”

Eddie chuckled at her embarrassment, playfully ruffling her hair as he went past. He always liked his post-work shower. It was a time to just be in his own head for awhile. While Grace was pretty self sufficient at this point and he knew his days with her were slowly counting down when she graduated and got a job and began to get her own life. Still, it was nice to be alone even if it were only for a few moments.

Though being alone was part of the problem sometimes. Being a single parent was quite the daunting task and even now it was hard to gear his mind to the reality that soon his life would just be… his again. What would he even do with it outside of work? Dating was the first thing that came to mind. There’d been a few women here and there, but Grace always had his full attention, so after Angela there hadn’t been a consistent woman in his life.

“Angela…” Eddie moaned softly, thinking of her as his hand slowly drifted down in a way that had nothing to do with cleaning himself. He could see Angela clearly in his mind. She was his go-to fantasy as flaky as she had turned out to be in real life. Her cute face… her pale skin… her long legs that lead teasingly up to that toned ass… those tits which were no more than a handful but were somehow still more than enough… that long honey-colored hair that he was allowed to grab only when he was fucking her… and those eyes… those beautiful green eyes that looked up at him so hungrily as those pouty lips were wrapped around his-

“Daddy? Daddy! Are you okay in there? Dinner’s almost ready!”

‘Fuck!’ Eddie mentally swore as he was forced to blueball himself and stop right as it was getting good to answer his daughter. “I’m fine! Just… had a long day…”

“Oh! After dinner, we can just snuggle on the couch and watch a movie or something if you want.”

Eddie chuckled softly. “Sounds great, Sweety. You’d actually be able to put down that box for a few hours?”

“Silly Daddy…” Grace tutted through the door. “I can multitask.”

Eddie grinned as he heard his daughter’s footsteps retreating from the door. He then looked down at his raging hard-on. “Sorry Big Guy… looks like you’re going to have to wait a little while longer.” His erection throbbed almost in response, much to his amusement as he turned off the shower.

Being true to her word, after dinner, Eddie got comfortable on the couch and Grace joined him, lying against him so that she could enjoy the closeness, watch the movie, and fiddle with her puzzle box. Initially Eddie thought that the steady clicking of her twisting and untwisting parts of it would get annoying, but it very quickly became background noise of sorts.

The only thing that put him on edge was when Grace would randomly tense up when something clearly didn’t go the way she wanted with the box. Eventually, he began to gently pet her head. The more his fingers ran through her hair, the more his daughter seemed to relax. She snuggled up to him more and leaned into the petting, letting out soft moans here and there, not unlike a cat purring.

Apparently, this was just as relaxing to Eddie as he found himself drifting off until the movie was watching him instead of the other way around. His hand remained softly placed on the top of Grace’s head as his light breathing became her background noise. Though truth be told, the movie itself was background noise as well. Her attention was entirely on the box as much as she claimed to be able to multitask earlier. There was just something so intriguing about the potential unknown that the box represented.

She was almost in the zone at this point. She wasn’t even cross referencing the symbols to make sure she was doing it right. It was almost like her hands were moving on their own as if she were in a trance, not that Grace had ever been tranced to know the difference in the first place. She did feel, however, as if she had full agency in her actions. It was just that the closer she got to unlocking its secrets, the more she wanted to know what they were and that continued to propel her forward until…

CLICK!

“Holy shit!” Grace exclaimed as the box popped open.

Eddie stirred at the sudden shift in volume, instinctively clutching Grace against him until he realized what she was reacting to. “Holy shit… Sweety, you scared the-… oh wow, you’ve barely had that box two days…”

Grace beamed back at him, flashing a wide grin. “What can I say, Daddy? I’m just good like that.” She then turned her attention back to the box as a whiff of very stale air forced it’s way through their noses.

“Fuck… well, at least we know its air tight…”

“Hopefully we didn’t just let out a plague and become patients zero for the zombie apocalypse.” Grace giggled.

“The Hell with that. Being the first zombie is exactly what I’d want if the zombie apocalypse happened.” Eddie rolled his eyes. “Much rather be the threat than the one dealing with the threat.”

“Unless we have to be experimented on to make the cure…” Grace muttered, finally reaching her hand into the box and pulling out its contents, which turned out to be a single object.

“Ew…” Said Grace as she took it in.

“Cool.” Eddie refuted with a toothy grin.

Grace rolled her eyes. “Congratulations. It’s all yours.” She said, handing him the necklace.

Eddie accepted the offering, giving it a closer look. While the necklace itself looked very expensive, and did seem more masculine in style, it was the pendant that ironically drew his eye. Ironic, because the pendant itself resembled an eye. Moving the small disc-shaped pendant side to side, the red and black eye looked almost on fire. He was momentarily able to break the eye contact to look at his daughter. “You sure? You went through a lot of effort to get this.”

Grace shook her head. “No. You keep your creepy eye necklace. I think the box is infinitely more interesting. Especially since I know how to open it now.”

“If you say so.” Eddie turned back to the eye. But then it suddenly hit him that Grace would have a box that only she could open. “Wait a minute…”

“Thank you so much for my gift, Daddy!” Grace reached behind to give her father an embrace and a quick kiss on the cheek as if she was reading the skepticism in his mind.

“Hm…” Eddie grunted. He had to keep reminding himself that despite how she acted around him, she was an adult now. If she wanted to put things in a box he had no hope of opening without her, she had every right to. Letting out a sigh, he clasped the necklace onto his neck. It was surprisingly easy to do and he immediately felt a warmth from where the eye touched his skin. “What do you think?”

Grace moved from her cuddling position to turn around and get a better look to give her father an answer. A conflicted look crossed her face. “It suits you… But I’m not gonna lie, it looks like you’re wearing the Eye of Sauron…”

“The eye of what?”

“Nothing.” Grace rolled her eyes with a chuckle. Her father had little patience for long movies and even less for long books. “But if you start obsessing over a ring, we’re going to have an issue.”

“I’m going to assume that’s a witty reference to something. Well done.” Eddie replied, giving Grace a sarcastically lazy thumbs up.

Grace responded with a glare and a playful punch to the shoulder. “I’m going to bed.”

Eddie was going to say that they should finish watching the movie only to see credits scrolling on the TV. For the life of him he couldn’t even remember what movie they were watching. Turning back to Grace, who was smirking back at him, he shrugged. “Good night, Sweetheart.”

“Night, Daddy.” Grace grinned, giving him a quick peck as she headed to the room, her box in hand.

Eddie stretched and made his way to his own room. By the time he was ready for bed, he was in that weird head space of being sleepy but clearly not enough to actually fall asleep. His movie nap had clearly given him just enough sleep to throw him off. So instead, he mentally went through his day. Unfortunately, that also involved that little… interruption in the shower. And as soon as that scene came to mind, Eddie became keenly aware that he wouldn’t have to worry about such an interruption now.

Eddie’s hand once again found his rapidly hardening member and his mind returned to the earlier fantasy. This time there were no interruptions as he expertly worked his shaft with his hand. It didn’t take long for the inevitable to occur. By habit, he bit back his moans as a powerful orgasm overtook him. The walls weren’t terribly thin, but he’d always erred on the side of caution. He knew from previous times with Grace’s music that sound would eventually carry over if it was loud enough.

In the afterglow of his orgasm, Eddie felt simultaneously sated and yet… wanting. He could probably go another time, but he couldn’t be bothered. It was nice but his hand just couldn’t replicate a real woman, much less the one he was fantasizing about. Somewhere in his mind be even knew it probably wasn’t the best idea to use Angela as his most common fantasy, but his mind wanted what it wanted. He let out a sigh as it drifted to the idea of her riding him to sleep. S

Something she had actually done before. It had been a birthday gift and probably when Grace had been conceived. It was like a game to Angela that day to make him cum every single time he popped a boner. It was exhausting but he’d be damned if it wasn’t one of the best birthdays he’d ever had.

Eddie felt a soft burning on his chest. A desire. A desire to voice that desire. One could even call it a compulsion.

“I wish…”

Despite the pointlessness of voicing it outloud, he continued. He couldn’t help it.

“I wish… I could get laid again.”

It was a simple wish. It was a stupid wish, all things considered. If Eddie’s eyes had been open when he made it, he would noticed the eye of the necklace was now brightly glowing. A necklace that he would have taken off before getting to bed, but it just never occurred for him to.

***

“Mmmmm…glck…gkkk…aaaah…mmmmph…”

Eddie found himself awoken not just by the sounds but of the wet, tight sensations in his lower region. He let out a deep moan as his sleepy eyes made out a familiar image.

“Ang…ela…?” He groaned as his cock was driven deep down her throat again. “Fuuuuuck…”

It felt amazing. It was almost too good to be a dream. But it had to be. How else was his dream girl here with his dick in her mouth unless she was living up to that moniker? He groggily ran his fingers through her hair, adding some motion from his own hips as she bobbed up and down on his cock, swallowing every inch of his rather impressive girth as if it were nothing.

The goal clearly wasn’t to make him cum just yet. Each bob of her head was sensually deep but also very slow and deliberate. He could even feel her tongue on his balls, teasing them when she was deep enough to reach.

Eddie was waking up now. As much as you can wake up in a dream, anyway. Instead of simply petting her hair, he gripped it tight. Angela always liked it when he got rough with her. “Look at me, Baby…”

From her angle, most of her face was obscured by her hair, so he was in for two very distinctive shocks when she followed his order, moving her hair behind her ear with one hand and grinning widely back at him before taking his dick in her mouth again.

One, was that it wasn’t the green eyes he expected looking back at him. The pendant resting on Eddie’s chest burned as a pair of fiery red eyes looked back into his own. But what had shocked him just as much if not more was that it wasn’t Angela who currently had his entire dick down her throat.

Eddie immediately shut his eyes as he shuddered uncontrollably in pleasure.

It’s okay.

It’s… okay…

The mind does weird things.

You can’t control your subconscious.

Eddie fought back his panting as he tried to do just that and force his subconscious to turn Grace into Angela so that he could actually enjoy this amazing blowjob. Burning eyes he could deal with. Hell, it was kinda hot in a weird way. Getting head from his daughter? Not so much…

Eddie’s cock was released from her mouth with a pop as she let out a giggle. “Sorry Daddy… Try as you might, there isn’t much I can do about my appearance now. That much is your fault for making such a… unique wish when the closest vessel for me to use that matched your particular… desires… also happened to be your daughter. You’re stuck with me. Until I… grant your wish, anyway… So, let’s get to it, shall we?”

That wasn’t even Grace’s voice. It had quite the odd accent, which he couldn’t exactly place. That confusion forced Eddie’s eyes open again to the surprise of seeing Grace’s completely naked body now mounting him, giving him quite the view of her. But he was also hit with the realization that the wetness he was currently feeling on the tip of his dick was her rubbing it up and down her slit, coating it in her juices.

“Ready, Daddy?” She moaned, moving his cock into position.

“Stop! Just… stop…” Eddie protested, grabbing his daughter’s hips to stop her progress. If his subconscious wasn’t going to get with the plan, then this just wasn’t going to happen. He was not going to fuck his daughter, even in his head.

She cocked her head to the side, giving Eddie a curious look. Her burning eyes remained transfixed onto his for a moment before she grinned and let go of his dick with a giggle. “Works for me. Even this is infinitely better than that goddamned box. Sweet dreams Daddy… See you in the morning…”

As she got closer, Eddie closed his eyes again in fear just to feel her softly kissing his forehead. When he opened his eyes again, she was gone. “What… the… f…” Eddie was unable to finish his thought as he drifted into a slumber once again.

***

Eddie felt weird when he woke up. He felt both rested and restless. He questioned why his alarm hadn’t woken him up, just to remember it was the weekend. With a satisfying stretch, he made his way to the kitchen to make some coffee, doing his best to drive away those very… disconcerting flashes he could remember from his dream last night.

That was it. Be it at a bar or a hooker or whatever, he needed to get laid by someone who absolutely didn’t look like his daughter. His brain was clearly telling him to move on.

“Morning Daddy.” Grace called from the couch with a yawn, as he passed her.

“Morning Sweetheart.” Eddie replied, responding with a yawn of his own.

“Could you make me a cup?” She asked, looking over her phone.

For some reason, Eddie had expected those flamey eyes to be looking back at him when he turned to face her, only to be happily surprised by their normal green gorgeousness. With that familiarity solidified, he rolled his eyes. “How long have you been up?”

Grace smirked, knowing where this question was leading. “An hour…”

“And you waited for me to get up so you wouldn’t have to make the coffee?” He asked dryly.

“You make it so much better than me…” Grace complained, poking out her full lips into a pout.

“Bullshit, you little brat.” Eddie rolled his eyes again. “It’s instant coffee. You’re just being lazy.”

Grace giggled, but made no motion to refute his claim. “You know you love taking care of me.”

Eddie sighed in defeat. She got him there. He grumbled as he headed to the kitchen again, now to make two cups of coffee. “And I told you to stop wearing my shirts!”

“You sure about that, Daddy? I’m not wearing anything under this shirt.”

Despite, knowing for a fact that Grace was lying on the couch in the other room, Eddie could feel her hugging him from behind in the kitchen. Her hand was gripping his quickly growing erection and her tongue was playfully licking at his ear. He quickly turned around to see-

…

Nothing.

He peeked through the kitchen and surely enough Grace still had her head in her phone, gone to the world, waiting for her coffee. Eddie shook it off and closed his eyes, counting to ten. When he opened them, Grace was still obliviously swiping away at her device.

Eddie shook his head and turned back into the kitchen.

“BOO!” His flaming-eyed daughter yelled, appearing suddenly in front of him and causing Eddie fall quite unflatteringly on his ass with quite the unmasculine shriek.

She bent over in a fit of laughter, little puffs of steam appearing to rise from the edges of her eyes as she moved to wipe away those nonexistent tears, seemingly out of habit. “I’d say I’m sorry about doing that, but I literally can’t lie. And that was hilarious! I haven’t been able to toy with mortals in so long!”

Eddie was panting in shock as he took in his daughter in front of him. Short of the eyes, she looked exactly as she had on the couch, only he was slightly more aware that she wasn’t lying about not wearing anything under the shirt. She was at the very least not wearing a bra. He turned back to the living room once more.

This time the couch was empty.

He slowly turned to the kitchen again, afraid of what he would see and surely enough, she was still there grinning wickedly at him. Eddie shut his eyes immediately. “Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.”

She giggled before getting on all fours and slowly crawling to Eddie’s place on the floor. “You keep trying to wish me away like that and it’s going to hurt my feelings… Maybe I should suck your dick again…”

“What the fuck?! What the fuck?! What the fuck?!” Eddie opened his eyes to see that she wasn’t bluffing. She was currently reaching for his crotch. “What are you?! What’s going on?! Why can’t I wake up?!”

She giggled again but paused in her approach as she looked up thoughtfully. “Let’s see… You can’t wake up because you’re not dreaming. As for the what… I’m a demon. You can call me… hm… Oo! Depravity! That’s a fun word! I’m very much enjoying this language. You have such fun words for things. Like taint! That’s just fucking hilarious is what that is. But I digress. As for the what in the sense of what is happening?

“Easy. This vessel opened up something she really shouldn’t have. If someone knows how to use me, I can be quite… useful but you two haven’t the slightest clue what you’re doing which is obviously better for me than it is for you. Long story short. Grace opened the box. You put on my third eye. You made a wish. I tried to grant it to the best of my power as my curse compels me to do, but you ordered me to stop. So, we’re currently stuck in this weird limbo of me obeying two contradicting wills. Basically, you’re stuck with me possessing your daughter until you… get laid.”

Eddie stared blankly at Gr-… at Depravity, as he repeatedly tried to pinch his arm.

“Funny fact…” Depravity mused outloud, “While I’ve never had a dream personally, Grace has. And she has absolutely tried to pinch herself in the middle of a nightmare to make sure it wasn’t a nightmare and it still hurt in the dream. So, whoever came up with that pinching idea is full of shit. It doesn’t even make sense when you really think about it. You can feel things in dreams. If you couldn’t, then wet dreams wouldn’t be a thing. Why wouldn’t you feel a pinch?”

Eddie paused, staring silently as his apparently possessed daughter. “How do I make this stop?”

Depravity let out a loud laugh and leaned forward, playfully knocking on his head. “Hello? Hello? Anybody home? Think, Mcfly! Think! You have to fuck me! That was your wish! That is how this goes away.”

“Grace loves that movie…” Eddie murmured quietly.

“I know.” Depravity grinned, sitting down cross legged. “I know everything she knows. And I know mostly everything you know because I can read your mind as long as you’re wearing my eye.”

As if Eddie had suddenly remembered that he was still wearing the pendant, he frantically reached behind to try to take it off.

“That isn’t going to wooooo-oooork!” Depravity sang in way that was reminiscent of another movie that Grace was a fan of. “You can’t take off my eye until I’ve granted your wish. The funny thing here is that granting wishes is supposed to be a punishment for me. This might come as a surprise to you but I’m actually a pretty… naughty girl… Even for a demon. You call this vessel a brat so much, and I’m inclined to agree. She clearly needs a good spanking to get it out of her. Maybe you could discipline both of us, Daddy.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes into a glare after his fruitless attempts at dislodging the pendant from his neck. He couldn’t even feel a clasp anymore. Freaking out seemed like the thing to do but it wasn’t actually helping anything. He needed to think. Just in case she was right and this wasn’t a dream, he needed to-

“Oh my God… what is Grace doing right now? Is she aware of-? Does she know what you made her do last night?” He asked in horror.

“Hm…” Depravity looked up, thoughtfully for a moment as if she were sifting through her mind. “No. She’s blissfully unaware of when I take over, as you saw this morning. She doesn’t even realize she’s losing bits of time.”

“And you can’t lie?”

Depravity shook her head, with a smirk. “Also part of the curse.”

“Wait… I just need to get laid. That’s what you said, right? You never said I had to have sex with you, personally.”

Depravity giggled again, rocking in place as if clearly enjoying the game. “Actually, I did say that. Multiple times at this point. It only counts if I am the one who grants the wish. Try again.”

Eddie scowled as he quickly found himself running out of options. “What if I make another wish to undo this one?”

“I’m a demon. Not a Djinn.” Depravity giggled. “One wish. One is what you get. You wasted it.”

“It wasn’t like I knew it was going to get granted.” Eddie grunted.

“Not my problem.” Depravity shrugged. “So, are we doing this or not?”

“No. There’s… there’s got to be another way…”

“Well you have fun with that.” Depravity winked before her eyes seemed to go out and Grace vanished right in front of him.

“Daaaaaaaddy! I’m so parched! So very parched! I’m not feeling a lot of love here!” Grace called from the living room. “So unloved!”

“I’ll… be right… on it. Just… got distracted.” Eddie mumbled as he stood up, peeked in the living room again and returned to his previous coffee duties.

***

“Daddy, are you okay? You’ve seemed… stressed lately…” Grace asked, casually taking a seat in her father’s lap.

Eddie almost laughed. He’d found out yesterday that despite Depravity’s seemingly carefree attitude about whether he tries to find alternate routes to get rid of his demon problem, one way she wouldn’t allow was going back to the shop he bought the box from. He’d tried multiple times and every single time the mansion came into view, the pendant would glow and he’d find himself driving in the opposite direction. If he was ‘lucky’, Depravity would teleport into the passenger seat of his car and egg him on to try it again.

Her teleportation and mind reading abilities were making his life Hell. If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear his daughter’s bratty tendencies were rubbing off on the demon. Only her fun was clearly only fun for her.

“Hey! Daddy! She asked you a question!” Depravity used her go-to way of getting Eddie’s attention and reached in his pants.

“Would you stop that?!” He growled, slapping her hand away, much to the demon’s amusement. He’d also come to realize that he could freely talk with her whenever he wanted. She could read his mind, so even if it wasn’t obvious in context, Depravity knew when he was talking to her. He also realized that she was, in fact, telling the truth about Grace never seeming to be aware of anything her demonic passenger did. This was both convenient and incredibly infuriating.

“The sooner you get used to this, the sooner I can grant your wiiiiiish.” Depravity sang.

“I thought you didn’t want to grant the wish.” Eddie rolled his eyes. “That you preferred to be free.”

“Oh, I do. I love it!” Depravity shifted her position so that she wasn’t innocently sitting in his lap anymore, but full blown straddling him. “But part of the curse is that I feel compelled to grant the wish to keep this exact situation from happening. Which in your case-“ She began to lewdly move her hips, grinding into his growing bulge. “-means I get unbearably horny around you. I am fucking soaked right now. Wanna feel?”

“What’s your name?” Eddie asked suddenly with a glare, doing his best to ignore her continued attempts, despite the physical reaction they were clearly getting.

“Depravity.” She answered, seductively batting her eyelashes at him as well as moving so close that her lips were practically brushing against his as she spoke.

“Your real name.”

“Grace Angelica Smith.”

“Depravity!” Eddie growled. “You know what I mean!”

“Of course I do, Daddy.” Depravity chuckled, playfully licking Eddie’s lips. “But I keep telling you, I’m not a Djinn. I may be compelled to grant your wish and I may be unable to lie to you but you’re not my Master. I don’t have to do what you say. In short, there’s no way in Hell, and I mean that literally, that I would ever tell you my real name. Appreciate the attempt though. Nice work on your research, by the way.”

“For all the good it’s doing…” He sighed in irritation.

“Okay, I’ll make a deal with you.” Depravity offered, her face seeming to turn serious.

Eddie raised skeptical eyebrow as he awaited said offer.

“I wasn’t kidding about the horny thing.” She panted, “Just get me off. At least twice. And I’ll let you spend the next few hours with your daughter uninterrupted.”

Eddie growled back, “The next few hours?”

“I also won’t rape you tonight.” Depravity growled back. “Really not kidding about the horny thing.”

A chill went through Eddie’s body as he was suddenly reminded that Depravity was a demon. He found as much as he didn’t like her playfulness, he liked her being threatening even less. “You seemed to handling it just fine before…”

“It wasn’t as strong.” Depravity sighed, her grinding in his lap becoming more frantic. “I’ve never gone this long without granting a wish before.. There’s also… other factors… Just… help me take the edge off.”

“Not my problem. Take a cold shower. Masturbate. Do what you need to do.”

“Got it. Raping you it is then.” Depravity snarled. As she bared her teeth, Eddie noticed that it wasn’t just the burning eyes anymore but her teeth also had visible fangs now.

“Okay! Okay!” Eddie panicked, quickly reaching between Depravity’s legs to confirm that she did at least wear some underwear under his shirt this time and that she wasn’t kidding about how soaked she was.

“Fuck! Daddy!” Depravity groaned against the feel of his fingers, bucking against his tentative first touches. “Like that! Keep touching me! Harder!”

“Stop calling me that.” Eddie growled, doing his best not to think about the fact that it was his daughter’s pussy that was currently wetting his fingers. He’d never been more glad that he could differentiate Depravity’s voice from Grace’s. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine she was a different person. Almost.

“I can’t help it!” Depravity moaned. “It turns you on and you know it, just make me cum already!”

She wasn’t wrong as much as he wanted to admit it was otherwise. For now he just focused on giving the horny demon what she needed. Depravity’s pussy clutched his fingers as he thrust two and then three fingers into her needy slit. It really didn’t take much effort. In less than a minute of his fingers probing her, she was already a quivering, moaning mess. But just as Eddie was starting to relax and think that maybe this wouldn’t get too weird…

“More!” She panted desperately, reaching for his cock. “I need more!”

Eddie grit his teeth. He really wished her desperation wasn’t as hot as it was. He tried to tell himself that it had nothing to do with Grace, herself. But they were very quickly reaching the danger zone. As much as part of him didn’t want to admit it, he was enjoying Depravity’s neediness. It wasn’t often in their very short relationship that he had the upper hand on her. It was a bit of an ego boost, but he couldn’t think of that right now. She was significantly stronger than him, so if he didn’t want to fuck his daughter, he was going to have to think fast.

“Depravity? I need you to listen. Are you listening?” He could see it in her eyes. She was losing herself to the need to grant his wish. “This is the curse, remember? You don’t actually want to grant my wish. You like being free.”

Depravity’s expression began to worryingly resemble one Grace would sport when she knew he was right but didn’t want to admit it. She closed her eyes and seemed to take a few deep breaths. Eddie had to note that none of this stopped her from unzipping him and pulling out his dick. “I hear you… I do… But… I need more… Your fingers aren’t enough…”

Eddie groaned as Depravity began jerking him off with his daughter’s delicate fingers. He gripped her wrist and surely enough, it didn’t budge. She wasn’t letting go of his dick without an acceptable alternative.

“Um… uh… what if… I eat you out!?”

Depravity stopped moving in her entirety as if Eddie had just hit her pause button, before cocking her head to the side with an eerie slowness, and seemingly making a decision, with a hungry look in her eyes. “Now. Do it now.”

Once Depravity’s grip loosened, Eddie did his duty. Despite the clear power difference, she let him manhandle her to get her into position. On her back. Panties off. Legs open.

This was wrong. This was so wrong. Eddie could smell her arousal and that was before he saw it. And he could absolutely see it. Her puffy, shaved slit hid no secrets. He did his best not to think about it too much. He was just eating pussy. That was all. He loved eating pussy.

“Daddy! Please! I swear on Lucifer’s cage if you make me wait another fucking second-!”

Eddie immediately dug in, cutting the demon off. As he gripped her hips and the tart taste hit his tongue, he found he wasn’t just licking because he had to. She tasted so goddamned good. It had to be because of Depravity. Something else she changed, with the eyes and the fangs. Maybe this was what demon pussy tasted like. Either way, it took away his last reservations. This wasn’t his daughter’s pussy, it was a demon’s. A delicious demon.

“Fuck!” She swore as she moaned, bucking her hips against the way he was working his tongue. Eventually it wasn’t just his tongue anymore. As the swollen clit made itself more and more clear under its hood, Eddie initiated a full-blown oral assault. He teased it. He sucked it. He flicked and swirled his tongue over it. All the while enjoying every drop of that delicious nectar that escaped from between her legs. He lost himself in it.

Even as Depravity gripped his hair and let out the guttural scream of ecstasy signaling her quickly approaching orgasm, Eddie gave her no quarter. It was like he was addicted. She flooded his mouth with more of her juices as she came and even then he didn’t stop. If anything, his grip became tighter. He was the one who wanted more. And he knew Depravity wasn’t going to stop him, so he’d have his fill. He treated her like a toy, gripping her ass as the slurping sounds echoed through the house along with Depravity’s moans.

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddyyyyyyyyyyyy! Oh my God!” She panted, cumming hard in his mouth again before going somewhat limp except for the occasional shudder as his assault finally ebbed.

Eddie gave her clit one last suck before looking over his work, with a cocky smirk. “There. That take the ‘edge off’?”

“Fuck… me… sideways… You lick a mean pussy…” Depravity moaned softly, forcing herself to sit up. “Yeah… I’m good for now. I still want to fuck, but it’s not quite as overwhelming…”

“Good.” Eddie sighed, trying to get a hold of himself. Now he was the one who was horny. The fact that the smell of Depravity’s sex was still very much in the air wasn’t helping.

Depravity let out a little chuckle and made a show of tracing her fingers along her soaking slit. “You enjoyed that… A lot…”

“Well whatever you’re doing to my daughter made her taste so-…” Eddie let out a shudder of his own. “Anyway… none of these changes are going to be permanent, right? I’d prefer my Grace not to have fangs.”

Depravity let out a high-pitched giggle. “After your wish is granted, every other thing will go back to normal. That said… I did nothing to change any… flavors.” She purred before sucking her ‘flavor’ from her fingers. “That’s just what she tastes like.”

“Oh…” Eddie grumbled, now painfully aware that it was his daughter’s pussy that he’d been transfixed by ever since Depravity began teasing it with her fingers.

“Oh well! A deal is a deal!” Depravity suddenly stood up, the oversized shirt she wore, covering her again as the only article of clothing she was wearing. She took a seat next to Eddie, cuddling up to him as the fire in her eyes began to flicker out.

“Depravity, wait!” Eddie’s voice was laced in panic. “Don’t you think we should… I dunno… clean up a bit before you give her the reigns again?” He motioned to the panties hanging from the TV and wiped at the wetness still on his face.

Depravity giggled again and seductively licked his face. “Relax… Grace sees, smells, feels… whatever I want her to. The last thing I want is her scared of you. I will always work within the best interests of your wish.”

With that the fire faded entirely and Grace was looking up at him expectantly.

“Could you at least put some panties on…” Eddie grumbled under his breath.

Grace’s expression was hard to read for a second before a smirk appeared on her face. “I’m sorry. Depravity isn’t here right now. But if you’d like to leave a message, she’ll get back to you in a few hours as agreed. Also, Grace is still waiting for an answer to why you’re so… stressed. Please leave any further messages after the moan. Oh DADDY! YES! YES! FUUUUUUCK! You can lick my needy little cunt anytime you want! It’s yours! It’s all fucking yours!”

And just like that Grace was once again looking at him just as she was before, a tone of worry in her green eyes instead of flames.

Eddie cleared his throat as he tried to get himself sorted again. None of this was Grace’s fault and he refused to let this affect their relationship as he pulled her into a hug. He’d have a few demon-free hours and he was going to enjoy them… as soon as his boner went down. He just hoped she wouldn’t notice. “I’m fine, Sweety. Things have just been a bit… hectic at work. Sorry I’ve been bringing it home.”

“Okay… then… let’s just have a lazy evening.” Grace said, nuzzling into Eddie’s embrace. “We’ll just order some takeout and relax. You can choose the movie.”

“That sounds great, you little brat.” Eddie said lovingly as he softly combed his fingers through her soft hair.

Grace let out a soft moan as she shuddered with an aftershock that she didn’t acknowledge after the fact. But all and all, everything else seemed right in the world. Grace’s panties even slipped off the TV by themselves.

***

Eddie got a wave of déjà vu as he woke up to that amazing sensation once more. That wet feeling sending sparks of pleasure throughout his body. This time he kept his eyes closed and just enjoyed it. It was wrong, but until he opened his eyes the lips sucking his cock could belong to anyone. Maybe even Angela, who he’d been trying his best to banish from his fantasies. But at some level he knew what it was.

“What are you doing…?” Eddie grunted, trying to sound intimidating but his voice came out as more of a moan for obvious reasons.

“Mmmmmm… I think it’s pretty obvious, don’t you?” Depravity answered, before going back to work on his cock, gently massaging his balls.

Eddie arched his back as another shudder of pleasure went through him. “Fair… enough. Okay then… Why?”

As if the demon wouldn’t allow him to go for a moment unstimulated, her free hand would stroke him as she talked. “Apparently getting only myself off isn’t enough. You have to cum too. You have no idea how frustrating it is having my vessel try to sleep while I can’t picture anything but your cock. It’s very distracting…”

Eddie was about to point out that this didn’t sound like his problem, but when his cock was once again claimed by Depravity’s mouth, he found it hard to he witty. Just as with the first time his cock had found it’s way into her mouth, it was very clear this wasn’t her first time doing this. The way her tongue swirled over the tip of his dick with every bob of her head only for that vacuum seal made by her lips to resume was just… Heavenly.

But then logic came and ruined the party by reminding him exactly whose lips those were. “…w-wait…”

“Just close your eyes, Eddie-Baby. Just let me take care of you.” Depravity purred before reclaiming her treat.

Eddie shuddered… hard. Very hard. That was what Angela always called him. Especially when she was taking control and wanted to show off. “…hey…”

“Shhh. Keep your eyes closed and just relax, Babe. You can have your big, fat cock back when I’m done with it. But for now… shut the fuck up and cum down my throat and feed me like the cum hungry cunt I am.”

That was it. Eddie lost all sense of reason and went to grab Depravity’s head to viciously show her how he was going to prove just how much of a cum hungry cunt she was, but she beat him to it. She pinned his hands down and added a twist of her head to make up for the lost sensation of her hand pumping his shaft.

He didn’t last too long after that. Even if he was still fighting her, he wouldn’t have been able to hold off with her clear oral expertise. In no more than a minute, Eddie was loudly groaning as his cock unloaded shot after shot of cum directly down her throat. His eyes rolled in the back of his head. He shook. He shuddered. And she didn’t stop. It was as if his cum were her sustenance. She finally freed his hands so that her own could pump every last drop of cum out of his dick.

“Oh my God… Oh my God!” Eddie moaned, his bucking against her lessening as she finally eased up. He felt like no more than a passenger to intense pleasure she forced upon him.

Depravity let out a giggle as she finally released him. “Well someone clearly needed that.”

“Shut up. It’s been awhile.” Eddie finally grunted out as he caught his breath.

“Clearly…” She grinned puckishly. “Well… get used to it. Night.”

“What do you mean get-?” Eddie began only to see that Depravity wasn’t there anymore. And it was at that exact point that he reached full post-nut clarity. He had a moment to realize what exactly he’d done and allowed to be done to him. But fortunately for him, sleep claimed him before he could dwell on it too much.

The next morning, it was a little easier. It seemed like a dream. And despite the fact that thinking on that dream was doing nothing for his morning wood, it wasn’t bothering him as much as it should. Which bothered him in its stead. Oh well… he had to get ready for work.

“Morning, Daddy!” Grace perkily hugged him from behind as he winced. Neither him or Angela were morning people. He had no idea where she picked up that little trait.

“Morning, Sweetheart.” He replied with a loud yawn.

“Morning, Daddy…”

Eddie paused as he felt her hand gripping his still hard cock. Well… that woke him up… He quickly turned around only to immediately regret it, as instead of her usual nightwear, Depravity, and therefore Grace, was wearing absolutely nothing.

“So… here’s the deal.” Depravity began as if her nudity were the most normal thing in the world. “The oral is fucking amazing. Don’t get me wrong. But it just isn’t going to cut it. We’re going to fuck. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But it’s going to happen. It just is. So I give up fighting it. You’ll do that for me anyway. My new job will be making sure you’re as comfortable with this body, sexually speaking, as possible. It’s why I was so… extra nice to you last night. I can read your mind, remember? I’ve heard and seen every single fantasy you’ve had since I bonded with Grace. Seducing you wouldn’t even be hard for me now.”

Depravity giggled as Eddie’s jaw somehow dropped even more. “And just to make it clear, I’m officially giving you the biggest fucking green light ever. Anytime. Anywhere. If you want to fuck, suck, get sucked… whatever. If you want it, I’ll take over. You don’t even have to say it outloud. I’ll know.” Forcefully grabbing Eddie’s hands, she placed them on her bare chest, grinning widely as she heard every thought that went through his head. Unlike Angela’s, they were slightly bigger than a handful, which he appreciated more than he wanted to admit.

Knowing she had him frozen for the moment, Depravity took advantage. She slid down his boxers while moving her lips closer to his own in the same motion. The way they lined up, his cock was throbbing wildly against her belly. “This body is officially all yours, Daddy.” Standing on her tiptoes, Depravity gave Eddie a soft kiss on the lips. “Have a good day at work…”

With that, Depravity turned around, leaving Eddie both in his state of undress as well as completely dumbfounded. He was also trying not to notice the little trail of precum he’d left on her belly when they separated.

But just as he thought that was over, Depravity turned her head back, giving him a flame-eyed wink. “Oh. And if you jerk off, I’m going to teleport wherever you are and suck your dick. So, keep that in mind. I’d avoid doing it while Grace is at school if I were you, if you catch my drift.”

“…the …fuck?!” Eddie finally exclaimed at the onslaught of information.

“Have a good day at work, Daddy! Love you! You’re on dinner duty tonight!”

Eddie just sighed. “…Love you too, Sweety…”

One thing Eddie very quickly realized in the coming days was that Depravity wasn’t one for hyperbole. He knew that she couldn’t lie, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise, but whether she or Grace was in control, clothing was very much an optional thing. And Eddie tried not to look. He really did. Especially when Grace was in control. But he couldn’t help it.

She was gorgeous. Not just the things he knew. Her pretty face, her long, soft hair, and of course those almost hypnotic eyes. But the things he never allowed himself to linger on that he no longer had a choice in. Her slim, petite figure, curvy in all the right places. The way her bare breasts jiggle ever so perkily when she would giggle or pout. The way that cute little bubble butt would do the same. And her legs… my God… her legs. They were draped over him so often and he couldn’t ignore how amazing they were any longer.

And then, of course, there was the other elephant in the room. Depravity put Grace in an almost constant state of arousal, whether she was aware of it or not. Even now, while they were watching TV and Grace had her usual spot, taking up 85% of the couch and still finding a way to be cuddled closely to him. Whenever she shifted in a way that spread her legs, he got a whiff of that delicious scent. It just made him want to-

Grace snapped her head suddenly to look at Eddie. Her eyes were still green, but there was a red tint to them, and a very… un-Grace-like smirk.

“It was a passing thought.” Eddie snarled. “Calm the fuck down…”

Grace chuckled as she turned back to the show, as blissfully unaware of the interaction as she was about her current state of nudity. “My cabbages!” She quoted in time with the show.

This got a much needed chuckle out of him as he instinctively began to pet her head. “That man is a national treasure.” Eddie said, doing his best to focus on the TV and not… other things.

“So true…” Grace moaned softly, leaning into the petting. “I know I probably say this everytime we watch this show but… honestly, despite how practically flawless it is, I forget how long the Ba Sing Se arc goes on for every single damn time and I’m just like, ugh, just find Appa already.”

Eddie let out a soft laugh, shaking his head at her. “It can’t be go go go the whole time. Sure it’s a bit-” He froze as he felt Grace’s hand slowly unzipping his pants and fishing for his dick. “…a… a bit slow… but… a lot of Zuko’s development happens there and-… Oh God!”

Grace looked back at her father, full-blown stroking him at this point. Her lips poked out into a pout. “I guess… I could still do without it though…”

Eddie was panting as Grace built up a nice pace after coating his almost painfully hard erection with his precum. Her hand glided up and down his shaft, adding a twist to it as much as the position would allow. “Then why… why don’t you skip it?”

Grace huffed as she turned back to the TV. “Skipping episodes is sacrilege…”

“Well there you go…” Eddie moaned, trying to keep the conversation going so this could at least seem normal. “Besides… if the Ba… Sing Se arc didn’t happen… at all, well… we wouldn’t have… have…”

Grace turned her head again, looking right into his eyes as he was shuddering on the cusp of release. “Daddy? Why’d you stop? My head isn’t going to pet itself. Come on…”

“You heard her, Daddy. Cum on… me!”

“Fuck!” Eddie groaned, trying to placate his daughter’s request and only succeeding in holding her head instead of petting it, as he was unloading his cum all over her chest and belly, with some of it getting on her thighs. It turned out that Depravity’s request was much easier to fulfill in that exact moment. It was disgusting if he thought about it too much, but at this point, cumming all over his daughter was becoming a regular occurrence. He was eventually able to get something of a petting rhythm going again once the aftershocks began. “Sorry… my arm… went to sleep…”

“Sounds like excuses to me, Daddy.” Grace giggled, returning her attention to the TV. “What were you saying?”

“Oh, right…” Eddie sighed, coming down from his orgasm enough to remember the conversation he was having mere minutes ago. “…without that arc, we wouldn’t have… ‘The Boulder is feeling less conflicted…’ and that would be a travesty.”

Grace’s angelic laughter echoed through the room at Eddie’s impersonation. “Okay, fair enough. I do love that episode.”

Eddie watched as his daughter moved her fingers to scoop up some of his cum from her belly and brought it to her lips.

“I think it might actually be my favorite, Daddy…” She said, sensually cleaning her fingers off with her tongue.

Eddie could only watch in a blend of horror and arousal. His dick was already stirring again.

***

Depravity had been right. It hadn’t taken a day or two. It had taken weeks. Weeks of random handjobs during otherwise innocent conversations. Weeks of waking up with his daughter’s cunt in his face and her lips around his dick. Weeks of being reminded over and over that he could do whatever he wanted to her and no one would know, even her. Weeks of getting his dick sucked if he even thought too hard about jerking off to relieve the pressure himself.

It was well into October as Eddie walked into the kitchen, watching Grace bending over the counter, impatiently glaring at the toaster. She turned her head back as she heard his approach and flashed a dazzling smile. “Morning Daddy! Want a Pop Tart?”

As innocent as the question was, her clothing wasn’t as chaste. As if Depravity could tell that he was growing the slightest bit accustomed to her nudity and his shirts, she began wearing the most revealing lingerie. Currently Grace was wearing a lace thong and an off the shoulders top, if you could call that amount of material a top, which was equally transparent. The blackness of the material popped gloriously amongst Grace’s pale skin. And just like that, it was as if something in Eddie’s mind just… snapped. He could almost hear it.

“I do, Sweetheart. I… I really do. I’m so… sorry… I just. I can’t take this anymore.”

To Eddie’s surprise, Grace turned around, giving him a great view of the front of her little outfit, and looked upon him with concern. “What’s wrong, Daddy?”

“Enough!” Eddie yelled, immediately cutting the distance between them and grabbing Grace by the hair. “Enough bullshit! Enough games! You win! Alright? You win and I’m about to finally be free of you!” He pulled Grace into a deep kiss with one hand and grabbed her ass with the other. He ground himself against her as his tongue forced her lips open. She seemed almost hesitant at first but quickly got with the program. Grace’s legs wrapped around his waist and her own tongue gave as good as it got, leaving both of them panting and wanting as the kiss ended.

Her eyes were closed throughout the kiss, but when they opened that familiar fire was in them. Depravity let out a high-pitched giggle. “I couldn’t help myself. I had to tease you one more time.” She leaned forward and playfully tugged on Eddie’s earlobe with her teeth. “How did it feel? When you thought you might just have to fuck Grace instead of me? She might not mind it as much as you think.”

Eddie didn’t even answer. As he said before, he was done with games. He placed her on the counter and ripped off her thong. There wasn’t much material there, so it wasn’t as hard as he was expecting.

“Oooo! So manly! Grace really loved that pair though. It’s a shame… Maybe you could buy her some more after this is all over? I could leave a lasting ‘seed’ in her mind. So that she walks around all sexy for you while being completely oblivious…”

Eddie still refused to answer. He was too busy undressing himself. His cock was raring to go as he grabbed Depravity by the hips.

“Are you not going to talk to me?” She asked, with a very Grace-like pout. “That’s boring, Daddy. But I have just the thing… Do you want me to play the part of the virgin for you?”

Eddie paused and immediately looked at her eyes. Still flames. “Don’t do that. Don’t… don’t talk like her.”

“I can, though…” She flushed, seemingly embarrassed as the blood rushed to her face. “I can be Daddy’s good little virgin who waited for his… for his thick, fat cock to be the first thing inside me…”

“Fine! I’ll talk to you!” Eddie snarled. On one side, her words at least implied that she, in truth, wasn’t a virgin. This both made him relieved and angry simultaneously. And he was about to find an outlet for all that frustration.

“Is someone enjoying Grace talking dirty to him? Maybe I’ll switch it up a bit. You can fuck both of us with that big dick. Would you like that, Daddy? I could be Angela for you too. Ooo that would be even more fucked up, wouldn’t i- AGH!”

Eddie hissed in pleasure as he gripped both cheeks of Depravity’s ass and shoved his cock inside her tight pussy all the way to the hilt.

“Holy shit! Daddy!” She screamed, as she shuddered hard around his cock, her pussy quivering around him as much as her body was. “It’s okay… It’s okay. You don’t have to be gentle with me. I’m not… super experienced, but I’m not a virgin either… Do you want to hear about how I lost it?”

“Shut up! Just-” Eddie lost it. He began pounding away at his daughter’s pussy as he could hear Depravity squealing and giggling echoing through the room. It didn’t matter. None of it mattered. Even if Grace had taken over he wouldn’t have been able to stop. Somewhere deep inside, he didn’t know if he’d be able to see Grace as just his daughter anymore after all of this, but that was tomorrow’s problem.

Today’s problem was how her pussy could feel so goddamned good. Sure, it had been a while but the way it squeezed his shaft harder and harder with every thrust of his hips was insane. It was like she had been built specifically for him. Bioengineered just to make him cum.

“Yes, Daddy! Yes! It’s yours! It’s all fucking yours!”

She clung onto him as if her life depended on it as Eddie continued to take his fill. All this time. All this teasing. He took it all out on her. It was like an out of body experience. His body was on autopilot, wanting nothing more than to use his daughter’s hot, little body. To fill her with his seed. To make her his. And then a dark voice echoed in the back of his mind. To make both of them his.

“Oh fuck, Daddy! I’m yours too! That’s it! Make this horny little demon your bitch!”

That was all it took. Eddie couldn’t hold it in anymore. He exploded with his cock deep inside her, forcing rope after rope of his cum to crash against her womb like a tidal wave. He could have sworn he heard two distinct voices screaming ‘Daddy!’ as she came just as hard under him. Eddie collapsed on Depravity as they both panted in a race to see who could catch their breath first as one’s aftershock would just cause one in the other.

Eddie could feel his cock slowly deflating inside of her, but her pussy refused to let him go. He didn’t have the energy to force it, so he just let it remain inside of her. A part of him desperately hoped the wish didn’t grant immediately. This could get very awkward if-

“About that wish… ‘Laid’ is a… very general term, don’t you think? One of the things I absolutely adore about this language is how you use the same words to mean very similar or very different things. For example, the word ‘sheep’ can be used both in the singular or the plural. Likewise, getting laid can mean having sex once or… well… when does one actually stop getting laid?”

Eddie slowly lifted his head to look at Depravity in the face, his own contorted in horror as her words sunk in. His hand instinctively reached for the flaming eyed pendant around his neck that it now seemed he would never be rid of.

“You may have made the wish… But I get to choose how to define it.” Depravity slowly stuck out her tongue and licked Eddie’s lips. “Thank you so much for freeing me, Daddy. We’re going to have so much fun. You are such a good fuck. And that tongue of yours… Mmmmm… Don’t worry. I’ll always do my part as well. All my holes are yours Daddy, to use as you wish.”

Depravity finally released his cock and let out a stretch. “Now… Grace is going to eat her Pop Tart and then we’ll be taking a shower. Want to join us?”

Eddie didn’t say a word. He seemed frozen in place. His mind, on the other hand was going a hundred miles and hour.

Depravity let out a giggle. “Have it your way. The offer remains open. And don’t worry. I made sure Grace was on the pill. You can cum in us to your heart’s content.”

Eddie slowly slid onto the floor, holding his head in his hands. This was his life now. This was it. That was quite possibly the best sex he’d ever had and it was with his daughter. His daughter who was now… free use to him.

This was his life.

And the more he tried to get horrified by that realization, the harder his dick became in response…

***

“Oh my God… oh… my… God! It’s so much cum!” Grace moaned as the warm water in the shower pelted gloriously against her skin. She looked down, spreading her pussy lips as her father’s cum oozed out of her.

“I know, Grace.” Depravity giggled. “I know.”

“Vitty, I… I think we might have went too far…”

“Bullshit. I’m in your head, remember? You enjoyed every second of that. I even let you take control when Daddy wasn’t paying attention.”

“Maybe… but you took your sweet time taking control to begin with…”

Depravity giggled softly in Grace’s mind. “I know you feel what I feel, but it’s not the same as being in control. And I knew by the way he was grabbing our hair, that kiss would be amazing.”

“It was so hot…” Grace moaned, her fingers lazily going to work on her clit as both of them moaned in pleasure.

Yeah, it was. I keep telling you that he’ll be fine knowing how aware of things you really are.”

“Are you kidding? He’s damn near having a panic attack right now and he thinks it’s just you!”

“You’re exaggerating. He’s just wrapping his mind around it all. He’ll be fine. Look. He’s already hard again.”

Grace began to finger herself with more agency. “He… he is hard. He’s hard thinking about us. About me. He fucked us, Vitty… He just grabbed us and… and he-”

“Made us his little cumsluts. Hee hee! I know. I was there.”

Grace was about to protest the fact that she wasn’t, in fact, a slut before she was cut off.

“Yeah, yeah, virgin girl. Though I guess I can’t really call you that anymore. But regardless, lack of experience doesn’t stop you from being a slut. The fact that your own feelings for your father compounded with the curse so exponentially that we absolutely would have raped him if he hadn’t gotten on board-“

“I know! I know! I… I can’t help it! He’s my Daddy! I… I know it’s wrong but-”

“Demon, remember? I genuinely don’t give a shit. That’s why I told you to pop our cherry before he took us so he’d freak out a little less. My morality meter doesn’t register incest in the ‘Wrong’ column. If you want to fuck your Dad, fuck your Dad. Whatever.”

“Yeah… The thing about that is, you don’t even have a morality meter. I’m in your head too. I know what you did to get cursed in the first place… Telling me you’re okay with the morality of a situation doesn’t exactly fill me with confidence.”

“Look, it doesn’t matter. The only ones who know are the three of us. And we aren’t telling anyone. Even if it is wrong, who are we hurting? You two are the ones with the morality hang-ups that are keeping you from what you both want.”

“I guess you’re right… I just… I feel bad… I feel like we’re lying to him…”

“We are. And I appreciate your help with that. Daddy might have figured out how to actually grant his wish if you hadn’t helped me by taking over and throwing him off the scent…”

“I don’t like lying to him. Or that nice girl from the store who came over asking questions about the box.”

“Both were necessary.”

“I know.. I know…”

“Hey! You’re ruining our orgasm. Focus on what you’re doing. Don’t think about me or that girl or morality or anything else. Think about Daddy and the way he was pounding us a few minutes ago. Thaaaaat’s it… Uh huh… This isn’t the end, you know… He’ll fuck us whenever he gets horny. He’ll fuck us and lick us and let us suck him…”

“He tastes so gooood…”

“Yeah, he does. And that Daddy cum is all ours. We can swallow it every day. When he’s not pumping us in our horny little cunt. Showering our naked bodies with it… Leaving us dripping…”

“Ooooooh Gawwwwwwd…”

“That’s it… Make us cum! Make us cum!”

“Fuuuuuuuuck!”

“Fuuuuuuuuck!”

Grace collapsed in the shower as a powerful orgasm overtook her, panting loudly under the water.

“Slut.” Depravity playfully teased. “You do realize most of that horniness just now was yours and not the curse?”

“Shut up…”

“Can we focus on the matter at hand now?”

“Okay… okay, I think I’m good now. It’s just… Daddy came inside me. He came inside me!”

“Dammit, girl. We’re going to get all worked up again if you keep this up.”

“Sorry. Sorry… I’m good.”

Depravity shook her head, in control once again as she turned off the water. This girl was insatiable… which made her insatiable.

“If I’m such a pain, I could always figure out a way to get you back in the box…”

Depravity rolled her eyes. “Threats don’t work when my very existence gave you what you always wanted. If I wasn’t literally in your head, I would have thought you made the wish.”

“…you’re the one who took over my body…”

“I didn’t have a choice in that.”

“Well there you go. We’re stuck with each other. I share my Daddy with you and the world is spared from whatever chaos you would have released if he hadn’t made such a… horny wish…”

“And you get to fuck your Daddy by proxy.”

“Vitty, if you make me start thinking about it again…”

“Honestly, human. If he only knew what a horny little thing you are…”

“You almost told him yourself! One of these days he’s going to think back and realize you were ‘lying’ about me.”

Depravity rolled her eyes. “Please. He was balls deep in us at that point. He isn’t going to realize shit.”

“…Daddy was balls deep in me…”

“Hey! Hey! Focus, you little brat!”

“Hey! Only Daddy can call me that!”

“I know. Got you to focus though, didn’t it?”

“…you’re so bad…”

“Heh heh. Okay, so we have this… Halloween party to plan for, correct?”

“I still don’t think this will work…”

“You didn’t think he’d ever fuck us either. Trust me.”

Grace sighed. “Okay. I will… Let’s get started.”

***

‘He’s coming…’

“I wish…” Grace muttered under her breath as she hopped on the couch and tried to appear as casual as possible. She could almost feel the demon rolling her eyes.

‘You know what I meant. And you know he’s going to fuck us tonight one way or another. Just be patient.’

“But I don’t want to beeeee patient.”

Depravity paused as Grace’s thoughts revealed that she was quoting from a movie. She actually took over Grace’s body for just a moment to physically roll her eyes this time.

“Good aftern-” Eddie began as he stepped in the house, just to be completely dumbfounded by what he saw. “Holy shit…”

Fake webs were everywhere, bats were hanging from the ceiling, a variety of plush cats, witches, and skeletons and other things that went bump in the night were scattered everywhere and years-worth of various Halloween decorations were strewn about that Eddie had only bought because a certain pair of green eyes were batted at him when they were seen. “Are there any decorations you didn’t use?”

“Nope.” Grace let out squealing giggle. “I used them all. Do you like it?”

Eddie chuckled softly. “It looks like Satan threw up all over my house.”

“I take offense to that comment.”

“Yeah, ri-” Eddie began before finally looking at Grace and not the house. She was currently sprawled across and couch with her head hanging off the side, giving him a great view of her body. A body that was only wearing underwear and like everything else, it was spooky themed. The bra that barely covered her chest was bat shaped and the tiny thong rested high on her hips, drawing even more attention to her long legs.

It took everything in Grace not to flash her father a wicked grin. Fortunately she had years of experience in hiding her horny. Even then she almost broke when Depravity allowed her to hear what Eddie was thinking.

‘My God… I’m never going to bitch about her wearing my shirts again…’

Taking this opportunity to saunter off the couch, Grace quite literally pounced onto Eddie. She threw her arms around him and pulled him into a deep kiss. Eddie’s hands drifted to her ass, gripping her hard as he returned the kiss. “Mmmm Daddy… I missed you…”

Eddie sighed and rolled his eyes. “I told you… I gave up. I’ve accepted my fate. You really don’t have to do the mind games anymore. Just talk to me in your own voice.”

Grace visibly pouted, thinking to her demonic mental roommate, ‘He never takes me seriously…’

‘Of course he doesn’t.’ Depravity thought back, ‘I absolutely would fuck with his head like that. All you have to do is say who you are and boom, he knows I can’t lie, so clearly something would be up. But you won’t do that because you’re a pussy.’

‘I’m not-…! You don’t have anything to lose if he freaks out! I do! You’re free either way!’

‘I’m just saying… we do the plan my way-“

‘No, Vitty… no. We agreed to compromise the plan. That was the deal…’

‘Like you said, I win either way. It’s your pointless frustration. Anyway, he thinks it’s me, so I’m taking control.’

‘…fine…’

“What’s wrong?” Depravity purred, feeling her canines growing into fangs that she used to tease Eddie’s neck. “I’m a demon. I’m going to have fun with mortals. It’s what I do. You know you love it, Dad-dyyyyy…”

A shudder went through Eddie and he almost went to grab and fuck her right there but to his surprise, she released her sensual embrace. Taking a sultry poses, she leered at him, coyly batting her lashes in a very Grace-like way. “So? What do you think?”

“…you look amazing…” Eddie muttered lowly, not even pretending to be making eye contact.

“Oooo…” Depravity moaned, subtly shifting her weight so that her breasts gave a tantalizing jiggle. “I heard that thought… You think I look mouthwatering. I think I like that term.”

‘Oh my God… oh my God… Vitty… I… I can’t! The way he’s looking at us! He wants to fuck us so bad!’

Depravity grinned wickedly as the, now expected, rise in her arousal hit her like a tidal wave. This was the part she personally enjoyed the most. Apart from the orgasm, of course. When she got to fuck with both father and daughter simultaneously. Eventually they would get over their damn hang-ups, so she was going to enjoy this for all it was worth now. Leaning back on the couch, Depravity continued to show off Grace’s body. “Wanna take it off me?”

Eddie didn’t need to be asked twice as he roughly pulled off the tiny garments, leaving a giggling Depravity not only nude but visibly aroused if the slickness going down her thighs was any indication. Depravity gave Eddie a challenging look. “Daddy! It’s going to waste!”

Eddie knew he was being baited by the demon but he truly didn’t care. Depravity was actually purring as he worked his tongue up her inner thighs, “cleaning” the mess she was making. This, of course, was driving Grace absolutely crazy with need. Her thoughts were just unintelligible groans of desperation at this point. Meanwhile, Eddie was finally reaching the promised land between her thighs, and just when his tongue was about to reach her throbbing, desperate nub, she stopped him.

Both Eddie and Grace growled at her in frustration, much to the demon’s glee. She did rather enjoy her dynamic with Eddie if she were being honest. He had a very dominant personality in there somewhere, and she got to see it in flashes when she pushed him far enough. Of course, physically there was nothing he could do to her that she wasn’t allowing to happen, but giving up that control was fun. And Grace… Well, she pretty much had submissive tattooed on her face. It just happened that she was sharing that face with someone who could easily switch between those two states.

“Nuh uh. I’m thirsty too, Daddy.” Depravity motioned to Eddie’s pants and the huge bulge within them. “Off.”

Depravity could see the scowl on Eddie’s face. He didn’t like being ordered around like that, but he was too far gone at this point to not do as she asked. He was just going to make her pay for it later. That thought made Depravity smile even wider. It didn’t take long for Eddie to pull his clothes off and in a practiced way, he laid on the floor, his erection pointing at the ceiling like a lewd monument.

Depravity licked her lips. Almost there. She just had to tease them a little more while she still had the wherewithal to do it. Getting on all fours, she sensually crawled over him until they could both feel their heavy breathing on their respective groins. She could feel Grace’s hunger raging as she looked at Eddie’s hard dick, especially that bead of precum building ever so slowly on its tip. But Depravity had one more game to play.

“Come on, Daddy. Come on… You know what I want…” Depravity moaned, giving Eddie’s cock a teasing lick, while wiggling her hips so that her glistening pussy was tantalizingly out of his reach.

“Depravity…” He growled.

“Nuh uuuuuh…” Depravity made a show of shaking her head, sticking out her tongue enough to tease him again in the motion.

“…Grace…” He eventually moaned.

‘Oh Gaaaaaaaawd!’ Grace finally lost it. And when she did, Depravity followed suit, sitting on Eddie’s face and plunging his cock down her throat.

She personally loved 69ing. Sure, neither of them could give it quite as well as they would have if they had full focus, but the distraction was part of the fun. And it also meant that if she played her cards right, she could coordinate their orgasms. She felt like a puppet master, pulling both their sexual strings as she furiously bobbed on Eddie’s cock while he was licking her needy cunt like he was a man dying of thirst. It wasn’t going to take too long for either of them.

And the puppet master has one last string to pull. The fun thing was that Grace could hear Depravity’s thoughts but only because she had nothing to hide. Grace wasn’t a threat to her. However, she could hide thoughts if she wanted to. So Depravity sucked and she waited. She waited and she sucked. And right when they were both on the cusp of their orgasm…

‘Vitty!’ Grace thought out in shock as she has less than a second to comprehend what was about to happen as Depravity quickly pulled her mouth free and jerked Eddie to completion. So, as she and Grace were quivering and squirting over Eddie’s face, her own was being bathed in shot after shot of his warm cum. As Depravity came down from it, she let out a giggle as Grace’s thoughts had once again become unintelligible lust-addled gibberish.

Lifting herself from him, Depravity looked back at Eddie, giving him a great view of his daughter’s cum covered face. He was immediately hit by an aftershock so powerful, she would have thought he’d cum again if it wasn’t for the absence of a second “showering”.

As Depravity stood up, she seemed to wear the cum like a badge of honor, as Eddie caught his breath and rose to his feet as well. As always, his brain seemed to be swimming in the afterglow of what he’d just done. And, as always, Depravity drew his attention from it.

“I think I should have her stay like this.”

Eddie immediately flashed Depravity a glare. But before he could answer, she distracted him again by catching some of his cum that was dripping from her face and seductively licking it off.

At this point, Depravity and Grace were so in synch with their thoughts that slipping back and forth between who was in control happened seamlessly. “Mmmm. It’s so good, Daddy… Don’t worry. She’ll never know. Only you’ll know how thoroughly you painted my face…”

‘Not bad.’ Thought Depravity, ‘You have the accent pretty much down now. You just sound very… needy… But it comes across as me taunting him, so it works.’

‘Well maybe if I knew you were going to have Daddy just cum all over my face, I would have been better prepared… Fuck me, that was hot!’

‘Oh, we’re just getting started…’

“Fuck’s sake…” Eddie growled, grabbing Grace by the wrist and pulling her with him as he lead her to the bathroom. “You are not leaving her like that!”

‘He’s… ooooooh, are we about to fuck him in the shower?’

‘Depends…’ Depravity mentally taunted. ‘Can you get him hard again without me? Can you do it as me without him catching on? Think of it as a trial run of Plan B.’

Grace grinned wickedly. ‘You are so on…’

“I always worry when you smile like that…” Eddie murmured.

Grace licked her lips, grinning even wider as she was pulled into the bathroom. “Daddy…you worry too much…”

It turned out that Grace could be a very convincing Depravity once properly motivated. Eddie was genuinely none the wiser.

***

It was finally the night of All Hallows Eve. Eddie made his way into the living room. He was wearing a clearly fake mustache, skinny jeans, a plaid shirt with a denim jacket and thick glasses, wrapped up with a scarf and a badge that said ‘intern’ on it.

Grace let out a snicker. “A hipster? Is that really what you’re going as?”

Eddie grinned at his daughter. “Trust me. It’s an in-joke and it’s going to be legendary.”

Grace rolled her eyes and giggled. “I’ll take your word on it.”

Eddie gave Grace a curious look. True, she was wearing one of his shirts, but she was also wearing pajama bottoms for once, making her normally tantalizing demeanor much more… comfortable. She glanced over, noticing the attention. “…what?”

“Nothing.” Eddie quickly shook his head. She was wearing normal clothes. That was a good thing. “Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?”

Grace gave him a look. “Do I want to come to your work Halloween party? I think I’m good, Daddy. I think I’m good.”

Eddie chuckled softly in response. “It’s at a bar. You don’t have to hang out with us the whole time. There will be live music and everything. You’re all about Halloween and I feel bad you’re spending it at home alone.”

Grace flashed a grin at him. “Well as fun as you make it sound, I already have a date tonight. With ‘Hocus Pocus’, ‘The Addams Family’, ‘Casper’, and ‘The Craft’… and if I have time, I might get a little racy with ‘Nightmare Before Christmas’! My night has twice the Christina Ricci. That’s how you know it’s legit.” She nodded definitively.

Eddie threw back his head into a loud laugh. “Well, I can’t argue when you lay out the facts like that, can I?” He moved to softly kiss her on the forehead, which received a contented purr in response. “You sure you don’t want me to stay here?”

Grace shook her head. “No, no. I’ll be fine. You put so much thought into your ‘costume’ that I couldn’t bear if it all went to waste.”

Eddie’s eyes narrowed at the taunt and by the time Grace realized she was in danger, it was too late and she was squealing and giggling from the dreaded tickle attack.

“I’m sorry, Daddy! I’m sorry!” She was able to get out between laughing fits. They were both out of breath by the time he relented and she hit him with her dazzling smile. “Okay, okay. I take it back. Your costume is so amazing and not at all half-assed.”

Eddie growled again and looked as if he were about to tickle her once more, but instead kissed her forehead. “Brat…”

Grace’s smile only widened, their closeness seeming all the more intense as they locked eyes. “I love you, Daddy…”

“Love you too, Sweetheart.” Eddie replied, softly caressing her cheek. There was a clear tension in the air as the two stared at each other in reverent silence. Eddie was the one who eventually broke it and moved away, awkwardly clearing his throat. “…Alright. I’m headed out.”

Grace bit her bottom lip but did her best to remain calm and simply nod. “Have fun!”

As the door closed behind her father, Grace continued to stare at it in silence until she could hear the car pulling away. “You saw that, right?”

“We share the same eyes, Grace. Of course, I saw.”

“He almost kissed me!” She exclaimed. “Me, not you!”

“It’s almost like… I was right and my version of the plan would work or something…”

Grace snapped up and immediately shook her head at her demonic passenger. “No! No… I… Maybe you’re right but maybe you’re not. I’ve known Daddy longer than you-”

“And he’s known you longer than me as well and yet I clearly know you better than he does.”

“That’s… not the same thing. We’re literally sharing the same body.”

“And while I may let you in on it sometimes, I’m always in his head as well. But regardless of my personal take on the matter, I suppose we should start getting Plan A ready.”

The mere mention of Plan A put Grace into an almost giddy mood. “This is going to be the best Halloween ever!” She squealed, excitedly running to her room and into her closet to pull out a costume.

Plan A was simple. As much as Grace enjoyed being with her dad both with Depravity behind the wheel or as she recently discovered, playing the part of the demon, she wanted her father to be with her. So Depravity agreed to take the back burner position for the night as Grace disguised herself on a night built on the idea of disguises.

Grace quickly undressed herself and slid into the skintight catsuit. As she turned around in it, she marveled at how great it made her body look. Her dad obviously had a type and her and her mom clearly fit that type, so she wanted to lean into that. The only issue was-

“You just look like yourself dressed like a sexy cat.” Depravity pointed out, playing with the tail that was attached to the suit. “And since the whole idea hinges on him not seeing you as his daughter, well… let’s see what we can do about that. You’re going to get a kick out of this, especially after saying we were going to watch the Craft tonight.”

Depravity ran her fingers through Grace’s light brown locks and hummed to herself. “I’m thinking… red…”

“Holy shit! That’s real?!” Grace exclaimed at her sudden hair color change, at least until it sunk in. “Wait… red? Red red? But Daddy likes my hair!”

“Exactly…” Depravity pondered. “The whole point is for him to not recognize you, is it not? He does like your hair, yes, but it’s your eyes that will draw him in. Well, your eyes and these.” She slowly unzipped part of top to give herself some classy cleavage.

“Besides. Red stands out… and it’ll make your eyes pop even more.”

“Hm…” Grace grumbled, watching as the demonic magic finished changing her hair color in the mirror. “That is not a natural shade of red…”

“You might be unaware of this, but there is this glorious invention in this century. I believe it’s called hair dye.” Depravity rolled her eyes. “No one is going to question this. Especially on Halloween.”

“I guess. I just-” Grace sighed, looking at herself in the mirror. “What if he likes it more…?”

“Then you dye your fucking hair, or leave it magically changed. Whatever. It doesn’t matter. Now let me focus.” Depravity grumbled in exasperation before turning her focus to the mirror again. The hair helped, but she needed more. Depravity reached over to put on the mask. It helped significantly, both in tying together the cat theme and helping with the disguise as it covered most of the top half of her face. But as she looked at the green eyes looking back into reflection, a frown crossed her lips.

“No. No! I let you change my hair! You are not changing my eyes. Daddy loves my eyes and I do too! We are not-”

“Calm your tits.” Depravity sighed, giving her own boobs a squeeze. “I never said I was going to change your eyes. It’s just the shape of them that needs to change. Nothing some eye makeup couldn’t replicate.”

Watching in the mirror, a variety of eye makeup appearances flashed on her reflection as if she were playing with a phone filter. This time she didn’t complain. It wasn’t doing anything and as she looked at herself in the mirror, she could definitely see the difference. They were all subtle changes but she barely recognized herself.

“Exactly. You’re still you. You’re just also… not. Now that we have the physical part out the way…” Depravity began as she touched her throat and sent another wave of magic through it. “Speak.”

“I’m not a do- ack!” Grace was struck by just how different her voice sounded. It was deeper. It had something of a gravelly tone to it.

“La la la laaaaaa.” She tested it again. It was so weird to talk and have a stranger’s voice come out. Even more alien than having her body taken over from time to time. Even so, it was a very sultry voice. It just wasn’t her voice.

“Well, it will be for tonight. What do you think?”

“Holy shit…” Grace gasped, looking at the whole package. “Vitty, you’re amazing…”

“Just call me your demon godmother, Cinderella. And I won’t even put some bullshit arbitrary time limit on you.”

“Guess these are my glass slippers?” Grace giggled as she admired her heels. Something else she was initially against but Depravity had convinced her into. The height difference was yet another subtle but important change. It also added more sex appeal to the outfit on the whole.

“I’d say we’re just about done here… As long as you remember the first rule of Plan A.”

Grace rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t call him Daddy…”

“You mock me but I think that’s going to be the hardest thing for you to do. Unless you’re playing the part of a prostitute, it isn’t very common for someone to call a stranger by that title. It would put us almost immediately into Plan B.”

“It’s not like you don’t call him Daddy too…” Grace petulantly muttered under her breath.

“Of course, I do.” Depravity sighed. “We share a mind and we share the same pair of eyes. When I look at him, he’s practically a big ass neon sign flashing DADDY at me.”

Grace wrapped her arms around herself, fidgeting awkwardly. “I… I can’t help that. He’s my Daddy. That’s just… who he is to me.”

“I do not judge. I’m merely saying… We should do my plan instead of A and B.”

“No. No. I can do this. I can not call him Daddy for a night.”

“…if you say so. Are you ready?”

Grace nodded. Steeling herself as she looked at her reflection again to see the cat woman staring back at her. “Let’s get to this ball.”

***

There was one part of the plan that neither Grace nor Depravity had taken into account. Grace currently looked like sex on two legs, and they were going into a bar… with men. Drunk men.

Depravity practically snorted in her laughter in Grace’s mind. ‘Speak for yourself. I absolutely knew this would be an issue. I just found it funny that it didn’t occur to you. You do have this tendency of forgetting the obvious when it comes to Daddy Tunnel Vision.’

Grace scowled and removed the unwanted hand from her body and grabbed the drunk man by the collar. “You touch my butt again and I’m going shove your own arm so far up your ass, you’re going to look like a unicorn.”

‘Ooo I could do that if you want. You get so… colorful when you’re irritated.’

‘Don’t tempt me.’ Grace scowled mentally as the man in question looked like he was about to try again anyway before her eyes seemed to set on fire for a second, causing him to back off. ‘…thanks…’

‘Don’t mention it.’ Depravity giggled.

Eventually Grace was able to make it through the sea of horny men, and a few horny women, to sneak into one of the side rooms and quickly saw a difference. There were a lot of people, and they were in costumes, but they weren’t quite so obnoxiously drunk. Add to that the fact that Grace recognized quite a few of them, and she knew she hit the right place.

“Teri, is that you?!” A man asked as Grace was looking around for her father.

“Meow.” She replied with a coy grin.

He smiled, but also looked confused for a moment. “No… you’re… one of her girls? Stephanie? Lacy?”

“I’m… a cat.” Grace giggled and playfully booped the man on the nose. “Is my D-… is Eddie here?”

The man let out a booming laugh. “Okay, be that way. I’m great with faces. I’ll figure it out.”

“Let me know when you do.” Grace grinned widely.

“And Eddie’s over there. My God. That costume. Fucking genius. Not to say that yours isn’t… amazing too…”

“Thank you.” Grace purred, before deciding to play into the part a bit by putting the sexuality on the back burner and using a more normal tone as she whispered. “I never wear anything like this. You’re never going to figure it out, Tim.”

Tim’s eyes bulged at the realization that whoever Grace was, she knew his name. “You little minx! Give me a hint.”

Grace winked back. “Meow.” As she walked away, she could hear Tim muttering.

“Who has cats… who… has… cats…?”

Finding Eddie wasn’t difficult after that. His costume actually was a huge hit to Grace’s surprise. He was surrounded by people who were laughing their asses off and all he did would be saying arbitrary things like, “I know this tie is finsies, but I was having a devo moment this morning.”

“Oh Daddy…” Grace tutted, shaking her head.

‘Judge all you want. The man knows his audience.’

‘That, he does…’ Now that she knew where he was, it was just a matter of staying in his eyesight. She’d already noticed a double take when she’d initially caught his eye. Now she just had to get a drink and casually make conversation with those who approached her and wait.

‘Don’t look… Don’t look…’

This was a lot harder than it should have been. But just knowing that Eddie was practically eye fucking her was almost too much. She wanted to see it but she trusted Depravity’s judgment on the matter.

‘Now!’

Grace turned to her father to see him practically drooling over her. And she got a very good look at him looking at her because he sure as Hell wasn’t making eye contact. But she could tell the moment he did, because he went bright red with shock. But Grace merely giggled, flashed him a smile, moved her bright red hair behind her ear and went back to her drink, giving him a few more coy glances. Bait was out. She caught him. Now it was just reeling him in.

‘He’s making his move.’

Grace gave an imperceptible nod and gave her drink another sip.

“Sriracha!” Eddie announced pointing dual finger guns at her.

He’d been so sure it was going to get a laugh that she couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Sorry, I don’t get it.”

Eddie’s eyes widened but he quickly recovered. “Sorry, I thought you were an employee. Trust me. If you were. That would have killed. You’re a family member?”

‘Warning! Warning! He’s assuming you’re someone’s wife or daughter. Answer carefully!’

‘I know. I know.’ Grace thought, trying not to react to Depravity’s theatrics. However, that was nothing compared to this… confidence radiating off of her father when he was in his element. Lame jokes aside, it was sexy as fuck. Leaning across, she whispered into his ear. “Nope. I’m a crasher.”

The look of relief on Eddie’s face was almost comical.

‘Well played.’ Depravity praised.

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.” Eddie chuckled, whispering back.

Grace had to fight against the shudder when she felt her father’s breath on her ear. She smiled back at him regaining control of herself. “Appreciate it. Not getting pawed remotely as much in here.”

Eddie let out a soft laugh and gave her outfit an appreciative glance. “Well… if I’m being honest… Damn… I understand the… urge.”

Grace giggled. “Thank you. You don’t think it’s too tight?” She asked, twisting so that he could see all of it.

Eddie was damn near biting his fist. “I think you… know the answer to that question.”

“Maybe…” Grace smiled at him. “But I asked you.”

“I think-…” Eddie began.

‘It’s way too tight. There’s no way you can breathe in that. We should go somewhere and I can rip it off you. Holy fuck!’

“…it looks great on you.”

Grace tapped Eddie on the chest with her finger. “That is not what you were going to say.”

“I’ll never tell.” Eddie chuckled.

“Well, I think… you should buy me a drink. Unless there is a… Mrs. Intern?”

Eddie looked down at his name tag and laughed. “No… Definitely not. I-… wait, you have a drink.”

Grace smiled. “But you didn’t buy it for me.”

Eddie laughed again. “You’re serious?”

Grace downed the rest of her drink and put it to the side. “There. Better?”

“On my way.” Eddie chuckled, shaking his head as he went to the bar.

‘I think he’s beginning to realize that he has a type. And that type is brat.’

‘Good…’ Grace sighed, watching him leave. ‘I’ll make it worth it, Daddy… I will…’

‘Which would be a lot easier if we just did my-‘

‘Quiet you. Plan A is working just fine.’ Grace shook her head at the demon laughing in her mind. She turned her attention back to the here and now when Eddie returned with the drink.

“So… is there a… Mr. Cat?”

Grace giggle and took a sip of the drink. “You’re asking me this after you got me a drink?”

“You asked. And I’m a gentleman.” Eddie winked. “You haven’t answered the question though, which worries me…”

“No Mr. Cat. At least, not yet. Why? You offering for the position?”

‘Oh, I can think of a fucking position.’ Depravity narrated Eddie’s thoughts again with a giggle.

“It’s a little early for that.” Eddie smirked. “I wouldn’t mind interning for it.”

Grace smiled and let out a soft laugh. “Okay. That was a good one. I’ll give you that.”

“I try.” Eddie smiled back. “So, you’re just out for a good time?”

“That’s a loaded question.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Eddie chuckled.

Grace just grinned back at him. “I love Halloween. It’s… it’s just a fun holiday. When you’re a kid, you get to hang out with your friends and get free candy and when you’re an adult, you get to pretend to be someone else for a night.”

“So… you’re not actually a cat is what you’re saying?”

“I’m a dog person.”

“Ha! Me too.”

Grace grinned. “Cats are just too high maintenance. That’s my job.”

“I bet you’re good at it.”

“Maybe you’ll find out if I accept your internship.”

“I have a lot to offer.”

Grace glanced down at his crotch. “Do you?”

“It’s all in my resume.”

“Is that what you call it?”

“Eddie! Who’s your friend?”

Eddie and Grace looked over to see Tim, giving them a curious look.

“Tell him nothing. He’s supposed to be guessing.” Grace grinned back.

Eddie let out a loud laugh and turned to Grace. “You are evil.”

Grace playfully nudged. “Maybe a little.” She then turned her attention to Tim. “You don’t know me. Eddie invited me as his plus one.”

“I knew it!” Tim facepalmed himself. “I know everyone who has cats… So, Eddie, aren’t you going to introduce us.”

“Yes, Eddie. Do introduce us.” Grace grinned puckishly. She just adored that they were coyly talking about his dick and yet they hadn’t traded named yet.

“This is… Christina. Christina, Tim. Tim, Christina.”

‘Do not laugh. That was a test. He’s a little suspicious about how well this is going.’

“Nice to meet you, Tim.” Grace smiled, offering her hand.

“You too, Christina. Hope to see you around again.” Tim smiled back.

As it was just the two of them again, they watched as Tim rejoined his group, clearly happy that his observational abilities were still intact. “He’s a good guy.” Eddie chuckled softly.

“Yeah, he’s pretty funny.” Grace smiled.

‘Warning…’

“You’ve met?” Eddie asked, curiously.

“Yeah.” Grace nodded. “He was the first person to say hi to me when I crashed here.”

“Right…” Eddie laughed, unable to refute it. “So… you come here often?”

Grace grabbed Eddie by the tie and pulled him into a sudden kiss. It felt like an explosion of passion as all the coy flirting finally bore some fruit. Grace grinned widely at his breathless expression as she let him go just as suddenly. “No. I don’t. I want to dance. Wanna… get away from your coworkers?”

Eddie seemed not only winded but taken back by the sudden request. But a smile slowly formed on his face. “Let’s go.”

What preceded was one of the most fun nights either had had on Halloween in recent memory. They danced. They kissed. They groped each other, giving no care to the public nature of it all. They just gave into and fed off of one other. Words weren’t necessary, not that they could even hear each other over the music and the other loud conversations. They just… had fun. All the while, their libidos steadily grew more and more with each dance, with each grind of Grace’s ass onto Eddie’s crotch, until they couldn’t take it anymore.

“We should… go home. Let’s go home.” Eddie growled in her ear.

Grace almost melted, but tried to remain in character. “My place or yours?”

“Enough.” Eddie panted. “You’re the only one who makes me feel this way. Let’s go home.”

‘…Vitty, what the fuck?!’

The demon practically cackled in Grace’s mind. ‘Oh, you blew it with the kiss. I was just enjoying the show after that. This was never going to work. I told you that multiple times. It’s why I focused so hard on Plan B. Have fun being me.’

‘Gee, thanks!’ Grace mentally growled back. She really had just wanted a night that her father didn’t see her as a daughter. Just as a woman he desperately wanted to fuck, but… acting as a demon was a close second, she supposed.

Grace could feel Depravity’s magic changing her voice again and then she flashed Eddie a puckish grin. “Car or teleportation?”

Eddie had to think about it for a second. “Car… We need to talk.”

“Sure thing, Daddy.” Grace purred, ecstatic to be able to call him that again as he led her to his car.

“How?” Eddie sighed as they closed the car doors and the vehicle quickly roared to life as he turned the key. He looked clearly worked up from all the dancing but was also just as clearly trying to be serious.

“Demon. Magic.” Grace smirked, reaching over to her father’s lap, just to have her hand slapped away.

“You know what I mean. You lied tonight. A lot!”

“Not as much as you think.” Grace looked over to him. “Also, its Halloween. The rules are different tonight. Don’t act like you didn’t have fun. More fun than you would have had if everyone knew I was technically your daughter.” With a wave of her hand, Depravity used her magic to turn her appearance back to normal except for the costume itself.

“…you could have let me in on it.”

Grace let out a loud laugh. “There’s no way you would have taken that chance.”

Eddie sighed. “You owe Grace a movie night.”

“As far as she’ll know, she fell asleep somewhere before ‘Something’s Wrong with Jack’. She’ll be fine.” Grace made another attempt and this time her hand found his shaft unimpeded.

Eddie groaned softly as he made the turns. “Why are your eyes like that?”

Grace looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled at herself, seeing her normal green eyes looking back. “Another side effect of the night.”

“So, this will all go back to normal tomorrow?”

Grace smiled even wider at her father’s use of ‘normal’. “Yes, Daddy. Tomorrow I’ll be right back to being your flaming eyed free use daughter.”

“Stop… stop. Depravity, I swear if you keep touching my dick I’m going to pull over and fuck you in this car.” Eddie threatened.

Grace let out a squealing giggle and started jerking him off faster. She could see him looking around for a place to pull over, which only made her more excited. Was he really going to? Had she turned him on so much that he was going to fuck her in public?

‘Yes, dear.’ Depravity giggled. ‘The answer to that question is yes. I hope you find the seats comfortable.’

‘If Daddy’s dick is inside me, I don’t give a fuck.’

The car quickly pulled over into an empty parking lot and Eddie became a beast. He lost all sense of self as he launched himself onto Grace, kissing and groping her as they both frantically unzipped her out of the costume. They were barely in a comfortable position before Eddie was balls deep inside of her with her legs wrapped around him.

“Daddeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” She screamed as he pounded her relentlessly.

There was no preamble. No foreplay. No coyness. Just rough, hard fucking. They barely even spoke except moan and occasionally comment on how good the other was making them feel. It was primal. Animalistic. Instinctive. Eddie claimed her like she was his property and she eagerly gave up that control. But as Eddie got closer to cumming, a desire began to burn inside Grace. A desire she couldn’t ignore no matter how hard she tried.

‘Oh? Are we finally going to try my plan now?’

‘Yes! Okay? Yes! You were right! Is that what you want to hear?!’

‘I do love being right. Well, go on then. You know what to do.’

A burst of excitement went through Grace as she made her decision. “Daddy! Oh fuck, Daddy! Cum inside me!”

Eddie growled as it was clearly Grace’s voice and not Depravity’s urging him on. This didn’t slow him down until Grace’s legs tightened enough around his waist that his thrusts became significantly restricted. “No, Daddy! Cum in me! Not Vitty! Me!”

Eddie fought against her to try and get back to his nut, but with Depravity’s help, she was just too strong for him.

‘He needs a push.’

Grace pulled Eddie into another kiss, which he angrily returned. “Daddy, please! Please! You always give me what I want! Give it to me, Daddy! Please!” She was so lost in it, that tears were streaming down her eyes. She hadn’t realized just how badly she wanted this until it was so close. “I promise, I’ll do whatever you want, just cum inside me. Cum inside me this one time, Daddy!”

‘Ah, men… Always a sucker for tears. You got him, girl. Bombs away.’

Grace released her hold, letting Eddie build himself back up and build himself back up, he did. And she could feel the difference. He wasn’t fucking Depravity. He was fucking her. She couldn’t hold it back anymore. “DADDY!” She cried out, cumming hard all over his cock.

Eddie didn’t last much longer after that. Grace was still well into the throes of her orgasm when Eddie exploded inside of her sending her into another one.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygoooood!” Grace moaned, unable to stop the forces violently quivering through her body, and not wanting to.

The two were frantically trying to catch their breath before Eddie tried to pull out and once again Grace’s legs kept him in place. “No! Please! Just… can we stay like this for a while?”

Eddie panted for a little while longer but clearly didn’t have the energy to argue. However, eventually that energy did return. “Okay… You promised you’d do anything. Tell me why you’re so goddamn insistent on making me feel like I’m fucking my daughter! You’re using her body and there’s nothing I can do about that but for fuck’s sake, could you at least leave me with the tiny shred of sanity I have left that it isn’t actually her? Could you do that for me? Is it really that hard of a fucking ask?!”

“Daddy…” Grace began, needing a few more breaths to be able to finish the thought. “I’m… I’m not Vitty. Depravity, I mean… I’m Grace. I’m aware. I’ve always been aware. I asked her to give me tonight. Just to give me the night to be in complete control of my body. And this is what I wanted to do with it. I wanted to be with you. And not as your daughter. Well… not as just your daughter. I love you, Daddy. I love you so much it hurts! I just… I wanted you to know that. To know me. In every way.”

Eddie’s face was completely unreadable. But it slowly turned kind as he gently caressed her cheek, his eyes slowly welling up. “Sweety… is that really you? Because Depravity, if you’re fucking with my head right now, this really isn’t funny…”

Grace moaned softly, leaning into the caress. “Yes, Daddy. It’s me. Vitty can’t lie… I can. But… I’m not lying now. And I won’t lie to you again. I promise.”

“Okay, Sweety.” Eddie said in a worryingly even tone. “Daddy needs to talk to Depravity for a moment.”

“She can hear you…” Grace murmured, clearly not liking that tone.

“You… need to get the fuck out of my daughter. I’m done with this. I’m done. My wish has been granted. It had been granted multiple times. Go. The fuck. Away. And stop fucking up my family.”

“Daddy…”

“Go on, Grace. It’s okay. Tell him.”

Grace looked away uncomfortably. “Daddy… Vitty didn’t do anything wr-”

“There are two ways to get rid of me.” Depravity interrupted, “One is for the wisher to die. I don’t think any of us want that one, so let’s grant this wish, shall we? When you made the wish, you were thinking of getting laid a very specific way. If from the moment you wake up in the morning till the moment you go to sleep at night, I get you off every single time you get an erection, your wish will be granted.”

Eddie’s eyes bulged in shock. “That’s… that’s it?”

“That’s it. I fuck you all day and then you’ll wake up, take off my eye and you’ll never see me again. Hell, I’ll even wipe Grace’s mind of it all.”

“Vitty, stop!” Grace roared. “We made a deal! I’m in control tonight!”

“Don’t worry, Sweety.” Eddie smiled. “Just give me tomorrow and this will all be over.”

“But I don’t want it to be over!”

“Baby… you’re possessed by a sex demon. The only reason you’re saying these things is because you’re possessed by a sex demon.”

“But she’s not even a sex demon!” Grace yelled in exasperation. “Vitty’s a demon of destruction! She kills people! She tortures people! She-”

“Sweety… you are not helping your case here…”

“But I am!” Grace insisted. “You made a horny wish and I am a horny girl. And Daddy, I am such a horny girl. You have no fucking idea! Why do you think I’m such a brat all the time?! It’s because I can never have what I really want! What I’ve always wanted. Vitty isn’t corrupting me! We corrupted her!”

“Hey! That’s not-“ Depravity started before her voice cut off. “Well, fuck me doggy, that is true…”

“Daddy, there is no downside to this.” Grace pleaded. “We get to be with each other and Vitty is sated because we are, and not doing… whatever damage she could be doing if the wrong person solved that box.”

“Or…” Eddie began, “We lock Vitty up, and get some therapy. Just… throwing out the logical answer here. Seeing how it sounds outloud.”

“Daddy…”

‘He’s a man. Use logic.’

Grace took a deep breath. “Okay… okay… Daddy, I was attracted to you well before I was possessed. I took advantage of the possibility and we should have been honest and I’m sorry for that. For what it’s worth, Vitty has been wanting to do that the entire time, as someone who is consistently in both of our heads.

“That said, the fact is that I’m maddeningly attracted to you, Daddy. There’s a reason I don’t want your dick out of me right now. Are you attracted to me?”

Eddie frowned down at her. “Sweety, that’s not-”

“Yes. The answer is yes.”

“Thank-… you…” Grace shuddered as she could feel Eddie getting hard inside of her again.

“Grace…”

“Just let me enjoy this, Daddy! It might be the last time I feel it!”

‘That sounds a lot like admitting defeat to me and not telling the facts.’

“Right…” Grace panted, “So we’re clearly attracted to each other. And even if you get the wish granted and wipe my mind, it won’t stop how I feel about you. I’ll just be more frustrated about it. Now onto the second question. I love you. I love you as my father and I love you as my Daddy. There is a difference and I’m aware of it. Do you love me?”

“Of course, I do!” Eddie rolled his eyes. “That’s not even a question. But I think you’re asking me if I love you as more than a daughter, and-”

“Daddy if you admit that you love me, I’ll let you eat my pussy whenever you want, Vitty or not.”

Eddie froze in time, wide eyed for just a moment.

“Oooooo! I heard every single thing you just thought right now. Don’t worry. I hear your thoughts. I don’t always let Grace hear them.”

“And I don’t need to. I know what you were thinking without hearing the thoughts. We… we work, Daddy! We work as father and daughter and we work sexually. We work so good, sexually… So… good…”

“Agh! Sweety stop moving your hips…”

“But you’re so deep in me, Daddy…”

“Fuck! Grace, you need to stop…”

‘Grace, you need to stop. You’re technically raping him.’

“Fuck!” Grace groaned, stopping her movements but still not letting him out of her. “Sorry… Daddy, you just-… Daddy, you drive me crazy. I mean that. I want you so bad and now I know you want me too and its just-”

“Sweety. You’re my daughter.” Eddie moved to kiss Grace on the forehead. “We’re attracted to each other. We love each other. But I’m your father and you’re my daughter. It’s wrong. You know that.”

“Of course, I know that. I don’t care! I don’t care if we keep it a secret. I don’t care if we move away and one of us changes their identity. I don’t even care if you date someone else and we fuck on the side! It wouldn’t be ideal, but I still wouldn’t care! I just want to be with you. And… I don’t think there’s a back button on this… I don’t. Even if I don’t remember, can you honestly tell me that when I snuggle up to you and kiss your cheek while we watch a movie, you won’t be thinking of how good it would feel to pound me on the couch? And that’s assuming that the mindwipe sticks.”

“Well… it’s highly likely to stick.” Depravity pointed out. “But it is less of a mindwipe and more a block on the memories with a painting of new ones over it. The more you do things that would trigger said memories, the more likely they would crumple.”

“And Daddy… if I remember that we had this… and you chose to wipe it from my mind, I will be furious with you. I’ll be so fucking mad. I’m mad thinking about it now! I’m just warning you. You will never see me as mad as I will be if I know you took this possibility from us. Logically, if we go the mindwipe route, you need to kick me out. And I’ll be hurt but nowhere near as hurt as I’d be if I get these memories back.”

“Baby… You’re making it sound like I either fuck you or lose you…”

“I’d still be your daughter. I’ll always be your daughter. We just wouldn’t be close. And that would be healthier for me anyway if I can’t have this. Just throwing out the logical answer here. Seeing how it sounds outloud.”

Eddie seemed oblivious to the clear shot thrown at him, using his own words. Instead, he launched himself to hug her as tightly as he could. Forgetting one thing.

“Agh!” Grace moaned as his sudden movement caused him to thrust into her.

“Sorry! Sorry!”

“It’s okay, Daddy!… Do it again… Agh-hugh!”

“Fuuuuuck…”

“Again, Daddy! Again!”

It wasn’t the frantic, fast-paced caveman fucking they had done earlier. It was slower. Deeper. Eddie and Grace never stopped kissing each other the entire time. And Depravity just stayed in the back and let them have this moment. Let them come to their own conclusions.

“Daddy… Daddy, I’m gonna cum…”

“Me too, Baby… Me… tooooo-!”

Their lips claimed each others, smacking loudly and messily as they rode the highs of their mutual orgasm and held each other as they came down from it. “I love you, Daddy…”

“I love you too, Sweety…”

“If you don’t have me mindwiped, I’ll help you clean the car…”

Eddie let out a loud but exhausted laugh. Without even looking down, he knew she was right and they had made quite the mess. “Tell you what. I have one more question. And then I’ll decide…”

Grace looked up at her father, sated but apprehensive, and gave a nod.

“So… from when I wake up in the morning until when I go to sleep at night, you need to get me off every time I get hard. I take it, that it has to be you every time for the wish to be granted.”

“That’s correct.”

“And if Grace gets me off even once, it wouldn’t be granted.”

Depravity began to grin. “That is also correct…”

“Because Grace is a needy little brat and I don’t think she could hold herself back.”

“Mmmm, very true, Daddy…”

“Then I guess… we’re at an impasse, aren’t we? Besides… Halloween is one of your favorite holidays. I wouldn’t want to ruin it for you.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Eddie’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “So that was both of you talking at the same time…”

Grace nodded, smiling lazily before helping her father with enough of the cleanup so that she wasn’t sitting in a blatant cum puddle the entire ride home. She was knocked out by the time they reached the driveway, her soft snoring becoming background noise for the rest of the ride.

Eddie chuckled, lifting her up and carrying her in his arms into the house. She stirred a bit, smiling up at him as he went through the door.