The reality is heart-wrenching. My knees buckle under the weight of mine and my father's pain. Asmodeus steadies me, holding me as I attempt to regula...e my breathing. I dig my nails into his biceps, letting him hold me tight as I fight off a panic attack. All the while, my father continues his frantic calls. Every echo of his voice is a knife in my heart. "Calm yourself, my love. You may go to him when you are in control of your emotions." Still clinging to my lover, I draw in one shuddering. I did not have the will power to pull away from his touch as he rubbed me through the thin material of my knickers. His finger soon found my clitoris and I had to steady myself, placing with one hand on his shoulder and the other on the kitchen counter. It didnt take long before I was shuddering to a powerful orgasm which took over my entire body and almost buckling my knees. He slowly pulled his hand away smiling and then told me that he hoped I would sleep better tonight. I thought to. For a second I panicked; I had no idea what was expected of me.She abandoned my cock for the moment to cup my face in her soft hands and press her full lips to mine. Her tongue wiggled side to side in my mouth- her usual kiss- but it felt more aggressive, probing deep, as if looking for a shortcut to my soul.Content to relinquish control of the situation, I relaxed and ran my fingers through her thick hair. Her hands fell from my chin to my chest, gently massaging tiny circles as they made. Most of the bruises were yellowing now. She pulled a tank top over her head and topped that with a button up shirt she left open. It hid her arms well and still allowed air to help keep her cool. Bangles were put over her wrists. I thought looking from this distance that it was completely healed."Yeah. I do. But close up..." She turned the bangle I'd been staring at."It won't be long. You're young, healthy."She nodded and brushed her hair. The golden bob was getting longer."You growing that.