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Chapter 15

"I don't know how you did all of this."

"That's not really important anymore, is it? Aren't there bigger things to worry about than a little bit of sleuthing work?"

Steven Richards was drawing out as much time as he possibly could. He knew that he was likely delaying the inevitable, but he took his mission very seriously, even when there was almost certainly no way to accomplish it.

"I thought someone like you could appreciation my kind of dedication."

"Dedication is meaningless to me, unless it's being offered to me," Ms. Schafer explained. "If you're really so confident that you can be of service to me, then you're going to have to prove it with more than your voice."

Trapped and tied to a chair, having no real chance of escape, Steven drew the conversation out for as long as he could, before he accepted that he was out of ideas, and out of things to talk about. It was likely that Ms. Schafer knew what his ploy was, and was only letting him speak because she enjoyed the situation, having all of the power in the world over the one man that had been sent to stop her.

It was fairly understandable for someone to drag out their victory parade for as long as they could, and for Ms. Schafer, this was one many years in the making.

"You're just dead set on doing this, aren't you?"

"The fact that you're asking me means that you're either completely ignorant, or you're still in denial at your fate, Steven. Your life doesn't have to end here, and it doesn't have to end in such a meaningless fashion."

Able to see how far the corruption had already gone on his own daughter, Steven was worried that there might not be permanent solution to the problem. Even if he was able to escape, and somehow take his daughter with him, there was no guarantee that she'd be able to turn back to a fully human body, and his company would surely want to take her in to run their own experiments on her.

If she wasn't lucky, she might not survive those tests, and Steven wasn't willing to take that risk. In a quandary that was stolen from the middle of a drunken conversation, Steven was forced to ask himself if he'd have sex with his own daughter, just to save her life, and in his case, there really was no alternative.

"I've got no plans to die here, today."

Ms. Schafer grinned as she pried herself from Steven's lap and stood at his side. "So that means you'll help me after all, Mr. Richards?"

The thought was disgusting, the idea was infuriating, and the look his daughter gave was one that he wished he'd never see in her eyes, but there was still a faint, glimmering hope in the back of his mind that miracles could still happen, even when he didn't have an ace in the hole.

"For her," he said, giving the slightest nod of his head to his daughter, "I'll help you with your twisted fucking plans."

A father's love was the kind of motivation that Ms. Schafer wouldn't dare to question, and it didn't really matter if she trusted Steven or not; he wasn't going anywhere, and his daughter was already creeping forward, her actions dictated purely by the corrupting lust that coursed through her veins and left her feeling a need to be bred.

"Sounds like you're going to get to fuck your father after all, Tabitha. Isn't that wonderful news?" Ms. Schafer looked to her new prodigy with a sick, twisted grin, and stood beside Steven as if she was a hostess, offering a prize to a lucky winner. She found it a struggle not to savor his cock for herself, but it was still pointed and stiff, and the youthful Tabitha would surely make better use of it than she could, if her plans were to come to fruition. "All of those _delicious_fantasies that have been keeping you up at night are finally going to come true!"

It wasn't the poor girl's fault that she'd fallen to such a level of debauchery, and if she knew from the beginning that her fate would play out this way, she never would have mocked her father for being so stressed about his job. Her complaints all felt like petty, meaningless jabs anymore, but she wasn't capable of processing the guilt that she felt about it.

She could only stand before her father, partially transformed into a werewolf, capturing all of the human beauty that she once held, with the added strength, muscle and fur of a wolfess slowly adding to her form. Just as Ms. Schafer predicted, she was going to be the perfect blend between the lines of human and canine bodies, and even in the middle of her slow, easing transformation, Tabitha was quite the looker, much as her father might try to deny it.

"She's already told me everything, daddy. There's no need to look so glum about this."

Resisting his own corruption to his very last breath, Steven didn't feel so bad about admitting that his daughter was an attractive woman in her current state, but to be forced into such a situation was downright wrong , and he was having trouble playing along, in the hopes that an opportunity might still present itself.

"Is that so?" he asked, trying to let a thin veil of sultry smoke cover the disgust in his voice. "And just what did she tell you?"

"She told me that you and mom haven't been fucking nearly enough...because Clyde's been fucking her and leaving you high and dry," Tabitha explained, not knowing that somewhere in the thinly veiled lie she'd been given, there was a grain of truth. "And my poor, stressed daddy hasn't had anywhere to rest his cock, or empty his sack...what kind of a daughter would I be if I didn't help you with that?"

The words were those of a woman who was clearly possessed beyond reason, and lust was guiding her every move and every word as she gently swayed from side to side on her feet. Her hands, more like paws than anything, spread the folds of her womanhood before her own parent, and Steven wished that he could look away.

To sell his willingness, he had to look, and he could see a delicate pout in the folds of his own flesh and blood, showing off her need for a male, even if she wasn't glistening with natural, slick arousal.

"A good daughter should a-always help her father with whatever he needs," Steven trembled over his words, but he did the best that he could to be as into the situation as his own child was. "And you're making daddy very...uncomfortable...with how naked you are."

Thanks to the mild amount of corruption that Steven was exposed to, his cock was upright and throbbing at the chance to be inside of such a tight, moistened cunt, even if his mind and spirit were still resisting the idea. It seemed that no matter what he did to get through this trial, he was going to have to fuck his own daughter, at least for a period of time.

Despite how much she groaned and complained with need, Tabitha still sunk down to her knees as she reached her father's makeshift throne, as if she needed to praise him for the offering he was giving to her. Licking her lips with a tongue that was already too big for her mouth, she eyed his length as if it was the only thing that could cure the heat within her loins, and quickly slurped the wet, long muscle along the underside of her father's partially transformed member.

No amount of resistance would be enough for Steven to ignore the blissful pleasure that came along with that touch, and as Tabitha went to work on her own father, Ms. Schafer watched, standing right at their sides and showing her lack of shame in the form of eager masturbation.

"It tastes even better than I dreamed it would," Tabitha murmured, rubbing her cheek along the side of the pulsing flesh and letting the saliva upon it smear her cheek. "And it's such a big, beautiful cock...if mommy can't appreciate it, I'll be more than happy to be your bitch, daddy...I'll never leave you!"

Her words were more akin to an addict than a loving daughter, but there was a passion in her eyes; a mingled blend of the color that he once knew, and a slowly growing shade of gold that could only mean her transformation was continuing, sure enough. He didn't want to believe the hints of honesty that existed in her gaze, as if she really did feel such a lust for her father, even outside of the corruption, but her actions were just a bit more than corruption could explain.

Hands cupped the underside of his sack and rubbed each of his balls with a delicate touch that betrayed her growing strength, and with one last glance to his eyes, Tabitha closed her own and sealed her mouth around her father's tip. She paused and swirled her tongue around the head, collecting all of the precum that she could possibly gather, and with a quiet, muffled groan of appreciation, she began bobbing her head on just the first couple of inches.

It was the kind of skill that Steven wanted to blame on the corruption, but he was the kind of father that knew little of his daughter's dating life, and he was perfectly okay not knowing anything, as long as she behaved herself and didn't do something irresponsible.

Sucking her own father's cock was right near the top of the list of things he would have told her to never do.

"You s-shouldn't be so good at this," Steven protested, and though he couldn't keep from moaning through his words, his message was earnest, this time. "My little girl...c-can't be this good at sucking a cock!"

He knew that her lips were smiling around his length, having felt the same sensation on his member plenty of times before when his wife had done the same. He still wanted to pretend there was some innocence about her, but his ears recognized the sound of digits sloshing around in the opening of her womanhood and playing with the moisture that had gathered.

His daughter was a sexual being whether he liked it or not, and while that should have been her own business and her own realm to explore, she was sharing it with her father. His being trapped in bondage made the moment even more forbidden than it should have been, and though she easily had the skills to make him climax with her mouth alone, her fingers would never be able replace the feeling of a real, pulsing length inside of her sex.

Displaying just how skilled she was, Tabitha bounded her head forward and swallowed the whole of her father's length for just a brief couple of seconds, looked up at him with eyes that held a false sense of innocence, and reeled back with a quick spread of saliva, dangling from her tongue and lips to complete a look that would have been downright erotic on any woman.

He wished he could have seen it on anyone else.

"That...that's such a big fucking cock, daddy," Tabitha whispered to him, her eyes still gazing upon the length, now glistening with webs of her spit. "Good thing I soaked it; bet I wouldn't have been able to take it all if I didn't lube it up first!"

You shouldn't be taking any of it...and not that easily, either, Steven thought, but the slow and steady drool of precum that spilled from his cock made it clear that his body enjoyed the treatment, even if his mind was still resisting it. All of that shaking has these chains kinda loose...if I play my cards right, maybe my day will be the one to save my ass...

"You're such a smart, young woman," Steven praised his daughter in a genuine way as she stood upright in front of him. He was paying almost no attention to Ms. Schafer, who was already slumped down to the floor next to him and rubbing her clit with reckless abandon. "And you've always been daddy's perfect little girl...I wonder if that means you're perfect for my cock?"

After such a deep and lewd expression of incestuous love, Ms. Schafer could honestly believe that Steven was corrupted, and she was busy enough enjoying herself not to bother checking, when she could see his manhood throbbing and drooling from a distance.

Tabitha straddled her father's lap with lustful haste, parted her folds over the tip of his twitching length, and looked down into his eyes with a romantic affection. "I know it is, daddy...and I'm more than happy to show you."

Steven could feel moisture, plucked straight from his daughter's petals, soaking into his shoulder as she gripped down on it. She used his flesh to keep herself upright as she looked down over her back and began spreading her labia upon the tip of his cock, and a few moments of teasing, delicate rocking left the head glistening with a mix of the saliva she left before, and the juices she worked up on her own.

The poor, trapped agent was worried that he might blow his load right then and there, but his daughter stopped the rolling of her hips, and dropped right down into his lap, spearing herself on his cock and revealing just how practiced she was at taking a large, impressive length.

"You said it yourself, daddy...it's perfect."

Steven was eating his own words, and gritting his teeth as tightly as he could, able to feel that his flesh was already giving up. He clenched the muscles in his stomach and sucked in a deep, gasping breath as Tabitha wiggled her body from side to side and squeezed upon his pulsing flesh, but that wasn't enough to keep his precum from leaking into her passage when she started bouncing in her father's lap.

He hated to admit that her womanhood was such a tight, and yet easy fit that he wondered if her transformation was done with his body in mind.

"N-not just yet," Steven argued, and though his mind was still just out of the reach of corruption, his hips were starting to delicately buck against his daughter. If he'd already been completely taken, he would have been thrusting up against her body with everything that he had, but the subtle bounces were just enough to stave off his orgasm a little bit longer. "It won't be perfect until you've got a nice, fresh litter of pups inside of you, baby."

That offer was music to the growing, sharpening ears of his transforming daughter, and her body was quickly becoming more canine than human. Each harsh, slamming pass of her hips upon his thighs brought new tufts of fur to the surface of her skin, and added mass to the twin rows of breasts that were forming under her already supple mounds.

Steven was sure that he was going to lose his daughter forever when all was said and done, and if he actually came inside of her, his mission was all but over, as was her life.

It wasn't until she nearly broke the chair with the force her desperate, lustful thrusts that Steven felt his chains loosened enough to properly move, and from there, he bided his time.

"Stop h-holding out, then! Fucking...g-gimme those pups, daddy!"

Her father shook his head, and all of the lust ran from her face, replaced with decidedly canine rage. "Not just yet, little girl!"

" What?! I've been going crazy with heat for the past fucking week, and when you finally put your dick inside me, you tell me that you're not gonna cum?!"

He was only able to imagine the kind of frustration and mental anguish that Tabitha was going through, but Steven was just barely able to keep his head above water, and keep his load back in his body for a few moments longer.

Ms. Schafer was so distracted with pleasuring herself that she hardly noticed Steven breaking out from the chair, and pushing his own daughter from his cock. Her legs were spread and her womanhood was trembling with delight, but there was one thing missing for the crazed widow, and Steven was set to provide it as a jealous, greedy Tabitha stood and watched.

"You d-don't understand waiting for the right moment," Steven explained to his daughter, as he pounced down upon Ms. Schafer. The idea of climaxing inside of another woman still left his stomach tied up in painful knots, but there was a bigger, thicker one forming at the base of his member, and he had only one place left to put it, if he was going to prove his allegiance to the cause.

Clasping onto Steven the moment that he jumped her and holding on desperately, Ms. Schafer found herself being pounded deep by a male without any sort of warning, and though she was already close to release, she was driven right through it and sent over the cliffs of her orgasm by Steven's relentless thrusts. His mind gave in temporarily, knowing that this was a better alternative to filling his daughter, and his knot expanded inside of her stretched, eager cunt, before a load of cum poured inside of her womanhood and bloated her womb to such an extent that she could actually see the mild bulge that it left on the front of her torso.

"Not...not yet," Steven claimed, "But at the r-ritual...I'll fill you up, Tabitha. I'll give you so much cum, y-you'll be leaking for the rest of the week..."

Still horribly jealous, but enjoying the show all the same, Tabitha watched as heated, slippery streams of ejaculate spilled out around the bulb of her father's knot and soaked Ms. Schafer's quivering thighs. It was an unexpected, but entirely welcomed pleasure for the older woman, and she went so far as to stroke an open hand through Steven's hair, as praise for the gift of seed that he'd given her.

"No father would ever break a promise to his daughter," Ms. Schafer claimed, as she felt yet more yield pumping into her womanhood. The excess was being pushed out in such volume that her passage couldn't keep his knot inside, and it popped free with a cascade of spilled mess; Tabitha gazed upon the hanging, canine length as it continued spraying seed down into the growing puddle, and wished that she could drink it all up, straight from the source. "Don't let her down, Steven...you won't live to regret it."

It was a brief reprieve, but Steven was doing all that he could to keep hope alive. The ritual chamber wasn't far away, and he'd only earned a few more hours before his loyalty would be put to the test once again.

Chapter 16

There were far more questions than answers for Steven, and given his entirely hopeless position, he wouldn't ever be able to share the knowledge that he gained with any of his higher-ups, but that didn't stop the burning curiosity that was filling his mind, as he obediently followed Ms. Schafer and his daughter to the ritual chamber.

All of the intelligence that his agency was able to gather along the way brought Steven to the conclusion that there must have been some kind of mix up in the middle of the matriarch's plans; all of the files that they'd been able to compile showed different kinds of monsters, ranging from things that looked like they belonged at the bottom of the ocean, to creatures that resembled walking lizard men.

But I've only been able to find werewolves, he thought, able to see a few more of them in differing states of transformation, shackled up to the walls on the way to the forbidden chamber. Some of the poor citizens were only just starting to transform, with little more than extra nipples on their torsos and a hint of fur around their privates, but others were long since transformed into full werewolves, and the females, it seemed, got the worst of it: full, sagging breasts that were heavy with plentiful milk, and vaginal slits that were clearly the target of repeated abuse and birthing made it clear that there was little rest, if any, to be had for the women of Stonebury.

Some of them were still wailing out with passion as Steven walked by, and that sound was easy enough for him to ignore, but the occasional cry for help that came from a shackled townsperson turned the poor agent's stomach inside out, and he struggled to keep his last meal down.

Opening his mouth seemed like a poor idea, given the circumstances, but there was only one person who could answer the questions that he had left.

"Ms. Schafer..."

"Yes, my pet?"

"Where are the sea creatures?"

That statement was all that Steven had to say to give away his real purpose in the town, and it confirmed every suspicion that she'd hinged her actions on. "The sea creatures, Steven? It seems that you know a little bit more about the Dark Mother than I'd assumed."

"I only know of what rumors I've been told," Steven replied, thinking it best not to reveal the name of the agency that he was working for. "But everything I've been made to believe would suggest that there shouldn't be any werewolves here...just a bunch of fish creatures."

"You underestimate the nearly unlimited powers of the Dark Mother, Steven. She is a truly benevolent spirit, and the homage we pay to her creates a reflection of her will," Ms. Schafer began to explain. "Her last incarnation took place on a remote island, surrounded by tropical climates and ocean waters. The people who returned her to this world believed that her image would be as such, and so, her appearance was more like the twisted designs that you've come to know."

Steven remembered everything about the island that he'd read in the mission briefing, and if he only knew the book that Tabitha was reading, he would have been able to stop her corruption long before it had a chance to fester into the appearance it had taken.

"That still doesn't explain why everyone here is a werewolf of some kind."

"Your mind is deceptively curious, Steven. Do you really care so much about her history?"

"I think it's only fair that I have some knowledge of what I'm getting myself into."

Ms. Schafer let a quiet snicker past her lips. "Far as I can tell, you've already got plenty of knowledge about the subject, but if it'll sate your curiosity, the fact is that I'm one of many other children in my family, and each of us praises the Dark Mother in our own way. My first attempt at summoning her left me turned into a wolfess, so the society that I've built around this portal reflects that: everyone here perceives her to be a titanic werewolf, capable of limitless destruction and unfathomable sexual prowess...can you imagine such a creature being unleashed upon the world, Steven? Isn't it just a glorious thought?"

That is the last fucking word I'd use to describe this, Steven thought, but he seemed to be in the good graces of the evil matriarch and didn't want to jeopardize what might be his last chance to escape, and his daughter's last chance to survive.

"It's a truly magnificent idea. I can only hope that the Dark Mother would find me worthy to impregnate her."

"You've got a much greater purpose than that, Steven, and your daughter holds the greatest purpose of all. She's far more important than the rest of these mutts," Ms. Schafer claimed, ignoring the pitiful whimpers of the poor creatures that were shackled to the old, tired bricks upon the walls. "Once you fulfill your destiny and release your seed into her womb, the ritual will be complete, and your daughter will become the new vessel for the rebirth of our goddess. Her first appetite may be hunger, and I can't promise that you'll survive the process, but I can assure you that we'll never forget the bold and noble sacrifice that you made for us, this day."

The knowledge that there were other siblings in the Schafer line renewed Steven's vigor to survive the upcoming trial, but he had no idea what he was getting himself into. There was no training that could prepare a man for fucking his own daughter, and escaping a giant, underground labyrinth without a single weapon or gadget to assist him.

He was starting to question his own sanity: Any normal, sane man would have accepted that he was doomed long before and given in to the forbidden pleasure of the moment.

His poor, corrupted daughter already had.

"Don't worry, daddy. A man as big and thick as you are would take a couple of bites to get all the way down," she said, unware that she'd lose control of her mind when the ritual was complete. "And you're the kind of morsel that deserves to be savored."

The trio came to a thick, oak door at the end of the long hallway, and Steven remembered all of the pictures that he'd taken in the place before, when he infiltrated it the first time. The dim light of the candelabras on the walls was just enough for him to tell the nearly black wood from the deep brown of the bricks around it, and Ms. Schafer pulled one from the wall, using it to illuminate the path as she opened the door.

"It sounds like your daughter has accepted her purpose, Steven. I certainly hope that you have accepted yours."

The latest in a long, painful series of lies was a devious smile and a nod from Steven, who looked up and down over his transformed daughter with all of the appreciation of a paying customer to his favorite prostitute. His eyes were shameless, and he'd never be able to burn the image of his naked daughter from his memory, but he needed to sell the corruption that Ms. Schafer thought was burning through his veins.

"If I wasn't so worried about disappointing a waiting audience, I'd be fucking her brains out right here, right now."

The answer was convincing enough for Ms. Schafer to mimic his smile and hold the door open for him. Tabitha passed through first, and as Steven followed her in, he refused to look to the right, clearly remembering his old co-worker that had been chained to the wall before.

Seeing him once was difficult enough, but he simply couldn't look his fallen comrade in the eyes, knowing that he'd utterly failed to avenge his sacrifice.

Well, this isn't quite the same as last time.

A large, stone pillar that was carved in the shape of a canine muzzle, opening up to the sky and biting at the heavens was settled above the middle of the pit that Steven had seen a family cast into before. Right in front of the pillar was an altar, little more than a slab of stone, but ritual oils were being poured over it constantly, preparing it for the sinister purpose that it held.

Tall, thick candlesticks held slowly melting candles on either side of the altar, and in long rows around the pit, some of the most dedicated members of Ms. Schafer's cult were chanting with what they thought was glorious purpose, looking forward to the renewed birth of their evil queen. This was a moment that was literal decades in the making, and there was a weight of burden falling off of Ms. Schafer's back as she approached the altar and took Tabitha by the wrist.

"Come, my child. We musn't keep the Dark Mother waiting any longer."

A single, tiny beam of moonlight peered in through a hole in the ceiling, no bigger around than a dime, but it was a sign that the moon was perfectly aligned with the portal. There was an impossibly small window to complete the ritual in if they were going to succeed, and it occurred to Steven why Ms. Schafer allowed him to get so worked up in the first place: he'd be on the verge of a climax the moment he penetrated Tabitha, and he didn't have the ability to resist finishing inside of her a second time.

He tried to go over his plan while he still had the wherewithal to do so. He knew full well that once he was on the altar and subjected to the ritual oils, his mind would start to falter, and if even a single drop of his incestuous cum spilled into her womb, there would be no stopping the rebirth of a creature that he was sworn to destroy.

I've taken too many lives already, Steven thought. His expression completely defied the utter hurricane of emotions that was swirling in the back of his mind, and even with the possibility of ushering in an era of corruption and desolation, he was able to keep a grin on his lips, knowing that he couldn't let anyone know of his continued control. This ends here, you psychopathic bitch. I just wish your last memory wouldn't be of me fucking my daughter.

Steven would never be able to take that away from her, and when he became lost in his thoughts, a pair of the robed cultists pushed him up to the altar and held him in place over Tabitha.

The partially transformed girl was nearly the completed stage of a proper werewolf, and she looked up at her father without a hint of regret at the thought of being bred by him, completely under the corrupting spell of Stonebury. She actually looked _joyful_at the prospect, as if she believed that this was all she was destined for in life, when her father knew that she was so much more important than that.

"How long...how long do we have?" Tabitha asked, gazing over to Ms. Schafer.

The devilish matriarch watched as the tiny, minuscule beam of moonlight traveled to the flesh of Tabitha's cheek. "Your father must fulfill his end of the bargain before that beam of light travels over your other cheek...if this takes more than half an hour, we'll lose the only chance that we have."

Tabitha looked back up to her father as he was pinned down to her body. Under his weight, she could feel the warmth of his figure against her, and her multiple breasts tingled with delight as his strong, lean torso pressed in against her.

"It'll have to do," she whispered, letting the long, canine tongue within her muzzle brush against his cheek. "I want this moment to last, daddy. I want to remember this for the rest of our lives."

Steven was already hoping he'd be able to forget the moment someday, even if he knew he'd carry the memory to his grave. It wasn't Tabitha's fault that she'd been roped into this, and Steven couldn't get over the guilt of his entire family being put on the front lines for a company that they'd never even heard of, but if he was going to go out this way, it was only fair to his daughter that he did the best he could for her.

It was twisted logic, at best, but it was all that he had to work with as a pair of the cultists began stroking the whole length of his cock with the ritual oil, lubricating it and bringing his member back to a full erection.

"The moon is in range; the portal opens!" Ms. Schafer stood just above the pair on the altar, and at her behest, a large, swirling energy of pure darkness erupted from the muzzle of the carved pillar. Sickening hues of purple and green decorated the energy storm, until it began swirling around in a chaotic, yet perfect circle, and though nothing appeared within the opening just yet, Steven could already imagine the sight of a ghastly spirit lunging through the portal and taking his daughter from him. "Celebrate with me, my darling children! Show the Dark Mother how eager you are for her to return!"

Bolts of pure, horrible energy flew from the growing portal like bullets from a gun, and their pierced easily through the shackles that kept the werewolves pinned to the walls. As Ms. Schafer stood just before the portal and spread her sex to show her eager glisten to the goddess, the canines in the crowd began pairing off with each other, sometimes in groups of three or four.

Steven kept his focus on his daughter: he didn't need to look back over his shoulder to know that there were transformed monsters, some of them his own neighbors and even his own students, being pummeled in every conceivable orifice. He didn't see his old coworker being pounded on both ends, and he had no idea that Summer was in the crowd, as well, happily taking a pair of cocks in her womanhood while she sucked off another male.

The pervasive lust was infecting the entire room, and the energy from the portal was sweeping over the entire corrupted city, leaving no one free of the influence. Even those who had only just been introduced to the underground cult were rapidly turning into full-blooded werewolves, and it was the ironically close proximity to the portal that left Steven and Tabitha unaffected by the rampant energy.

Tabitha couldn't have been further corrupted regardless, and as the cultists stepped away from her father, she wrapped her thighs around his hips, clamped her ankles down over his back, and dug the claws upon her toes into his flesh, determined not to let go of him, this time. Her sudden grasp caught him off guard, and as he admired the once in a lifetime lightshow, his dripping, pulsing cock was pulled right into his daughter's sex.

He'd never imagined such pleasure to be possible, and the ritual oil upon his body was helping him to embrace the taboo pleasure of fucking his own daughter, rather than resisting it, as he'd been all along.

"The ritual begins! Her moment of rebirth is nigh!" Ms. Schafer cheered the main attraction on, and the host of werewolves that watched from the sidelines howled in appreciation as they watched and did everything that they could to mimic their saviors. "Once this corrupted father fills the womb of his daughter with his seed, she will be reborn as the Dark Mother, and our time will come to rise from the pits of this hollow dungeon! The world will be ours!"

Such a twisted mind as Ms. Schafer's couldn't possibly see a ritual like this taking place without manipulating herself to it, and her cunt was spread wide as she feverishly pumped a trio of fingers in and out of her snatch. Some of the bolder werewolves in the crowd jumped up to the pillar, wishing to satisfy the woman that they all worshipped, and as she welcomed them into her bodice, Steven had one final plan to act on, and it was a truly last-ditch effort.

He was looking right into the deep, corrupted eyes of his daughter, and focusing on the very real shimmer of both lust and love that existed in her soothing orbs, but every time his gaze drifted away from her it, was following the dot of moonlight that traveled across her fur. Ms. Schafer was not easily distracted, but Steven cast a quick glare in her direction to see that her womanhood was being pounded viciously by a large, knotted length, and each of her breasts was the lucky host of a slippery, canine tongue. Her hands were kept busy as she pleasured those canines for their efforts, and under the trio of thick, transformed bodies, her figure disappeared.

I'm so sorry for this, Tabitha. Your father loves you very much...and that's the only reason he's still doing this to you. There was no other way...

If his plan worked, Steven would have quite the story to tell the rest of the guys at the agency, as well as finally having a firm answer on the old, drunken query: Would you sleep with a member of your family to save their life?

Pumping into her parted, glistening folds and clenching womanhood of his own will, Steven had no more regrets about what he was doing. Physically, he was loving the feeling of his daughter's flesh milking and squeezing at his length as he thrusted into her, and the ritual oil relieved him of his emotional guilt over not only sleeping with his own flesh and blood, but cheating on his wife in the process.

All of his mental training was paying off, however, as his mind never strayed from the mission; saving the world, and hopefully his daughter, as well, justified the means.

"I know you've been h-holding back, daddy," Tabitha claimed, as her legs formed an even tighter seal around his back. Her ankles were crossed and the large, thick paws upon the end of each one pressed into his rump. Toes curled and squeezed at the sensitive flesh, hoping to spur him into deeper, harder thrusts, and much to Steven's chagrin, her tactics were working entirely too well. "There's no need to resist me any longer. I...I need this. I need to feel daddy's cum inside of me!"

Her words came from a place of instinct, and no logic could justify them, but they were working wonders on Steven, who leaned further into her body and slammed his hands down on her shoulders, pinning her. It was a weird thought, deciding to give her a good and proper fuck if this was how his life was likely to end, but his mind was already poisoned, and he didn't bother questioning the thought process of giving his daughter his best work.

He was enjoying it too much to stop, and already, her corrupted sex was gushing the excess fluids that spilled from her inner walls. "Do you think you've earned it, Tabitha? Do you deserve to have daddy's cum inside of you?"

Knowing he still had to play along, Steven wished that he could take back those words, and furthermore, take back enjoying them. He was having more fun with the moment than he should have, but it kept Ms. Schafer completely off guard, and the rest of the canines from getting suspicious. Their howls of pleasure drowned out the sound of Steven's cock sliding in and out of his daughter's pouting labia, despite the messy, slippery noise that followed each time that he slid it back in.

Save for her panting in his ear, it was the only sound that he acknowledged, as his pleasure with her transcended any other he'd ever known. He could easily have blamed the corruption, the oil, the atmosphere, or whatever else he wanted to.

The last logical part of his mind knew that he was enjoying this because somewhere in the back of his mind, he was getting to toy around with his incest fetish, and if he was truly lucky, he'd get away with it, to boot.

"Yes, y-yes! I've been such a good girl, daddy!" Tabitha cried out for him and arched her back up from the altar, trying to keep his throbbing flesh inside of her sex for as long as she could. Each deep, powerful thrust pushed her further and further back to the altar until she was pinned again, and the first few spurts of tasty precum began spilling inside of her as Steven was allowed to freely plow her body. "Give me your cum...fucking fill me with pups, daddy!"

Her words _almost_pushed Steven over the edge a moment too soon.

"Not this time, baby girl. Maybe another."

The gloves were already off: Steven knew that there would be no going back to a normal life after this, and with his family as broken as it was, he and Tabitha might end up sharing a bed once more.

First, however, they had to survive the current predicament, and as the thick and powerful vein on the underside of his shaft began to throb, Steven reeled back, pulled his cock free, and stroked himself through the rest of his orgasm, painting Tabitha's tummy, her cheeks, her breasts, and even her thighs...but not a single drop landed anywhere near her gaping, well-fucked entrance.

The beam of moonlight was just on the other side of Tabitha's head, and Ms. Schafer was still too busy enjoying herself to do anything as Tabitha started to cry out in utter frustration.

" DAD! What the fuck?!"

"Daddy has work to do, sweetheart. Believe it or not, this isn't the worst thing I've ever done."

The training paid dividends as Steven broke from his daughter's grasp and grabbed one of the large candlesticks. He pulled the candle free and held it to the fur of the werewolf inside of Ms. Schafer, and when he noticed the pain, he fell to the side to roll upon his back and quell the blaze.

Horror took the face of Ms. Schafer, who didn't even have a chance to scream before Steven clubbed her in the side of the face with the candlestick, knocking the other two werewolves into the pit and sending her right toward them.

Her very last sliver of luck kept her alive, as her fingertips caught the fang upon the carved pillar, and as her shredded palm began to bleed down the fake tooth, her eyes went wide at the man that she thought she'd broken. "Steven...h-how could you do this?"

"I've been wanting to ask you that for a while, but honestly? I don't really give a fuck what your answer is anymore," Steven admitted, as he jumped to the pillar and stood over her.

Their eyes locked for a brief moment before Steven stomped on her fingers, breaking them and forcing her grip to release. Her body immediately fell into the swirling energy of the portal, and in a weakened, mortal form, the corrupting force tore her body instantly to shreds.

"Say hi to the Dark Mother for me, your rotten bitch," Steven murmured, his teeth clenched. The parts of the defeated matriarch were sucked in by the portal, and the dark energy wobbled; without a leader, the ritual was doomed to fail, and there was no one left to keep the portal from collapsing.

As the moonlight completely faded from the chamber, Steven jumped back to the altar and grabbed Tabitha in his arms. With only the stone frame of the altar to protect them, he knew that their chances of survival were slim to none, but he shielded her trembling body the best that he could as the portal fell apart and collapsed in on itself, scattering dark energy across the chamber and obliterating anyone unfortunate enough to stand in its path.

**

"Was this really the best way to go about it, chief?"

The ground troops that Steven requested early on in his mission were finally arriving. The mysterious town of Stonebury, not listed on any map and not existent even in the darkest corners of the internet, was little more than a smoldering crater in the middle of an open field.

Catacombs existed under every house, building, bush and tree in Stonebury, and the release of the collapsing portal caused a massive fissure that sucked in almost everything it touched, leaving every structure in shambles, and every street cracked and sunk into the ground. There was hardly any evidence that the town ever existed, and once the agency was done, there would be none.

"If you're talking about getting rid of older agents with impossible missions so we don't have to pay their pensions, then no, probably not...but I guess Steven was able to prove me wrong. That guy was a one-man army, and I didn't think he still had it in him to pull off this kind of operation."

"We haven't actually confirmed that he's dead yet, chief. We're still exploring the wreckage at the portal sight, and it sounds like there's more than a few survivors."

Anyone who'd survived in the city, regardless of their proximity to the portal, had to be taken into custody. Even those who were fortunate enough not to have been corrupted by the leak of energy were being hauled off in cuffs, taken to a remote location so that they could be studied and questioned.

Whatever ulterior motives existed for the agency, it was clear that they wanted survivors; from the beginning, the deck was stacked against Steven's idea to commit to a military strike.

"Well, shit. If you find him alive, I guess we don't have a choice but to pay out," the chief groaned. "I wonder how he'd spend his retirement, after living through something like this."

"I've got a feeling he and his family would be closer than ever."

The chief snickered. "Are you kidding? I bet they can't stand each other, after being cramped up in that shitty old house for half a year!"

Every joke would have hit a little too close to home for Steven, after everything that he'd been through. There was a safe house and a lofty pension waiting for him if they ever found him, but it would be no ordinary retirement.