Who: Bastian and Emilia What: Bastian wants his daughter to bring the sheriff down. Incest ensues. Where: Emilia's office, Brimstone. When: Midday, probably? Backdate to early February. Rating: NC-17. Status: Complete.
Bastian was getting irritated now. That fucking nosey ass Sheriff was cornering his girls and asking them questions. He had confidence in them that they wouldn't crack under the pressure, especially since most of them were either demons or the offspring of demons. They didn't want to risk discovery any more than he did. They'd keep their mouths shut. But that didn't lessen the demon leader's irritation at the sheer persistence the law was demonstrating. For whatever reason, Gus had it out for him and he was going to stop at nothing until he found the smallest shred of evidence that he was running some illegal practice out of the casino.
He walked across the noisy slot machine area, heading for his office on the other side of the casino. The sounds assaulted him, calling out to him like the sweetest music. It meant that he was getting rich and the gamblers were becoming more and more invested. He pushed the door to his anteoffice open and moved to the door where his daughter's office space was. Without knocking, he opened the door and strode inside.
"Emi, darling, I need you to get that fucking Sheriff off my FUCKING back!" It started out sweet enough, but the volume and the anger seemed to increase tenfold by the end of the sentence. "I don't care what you have to do. Get Suyin to launch a counter attack, seduce him and bring him over to our side, I don't care. Just make it happen." He'd moved closer to her desk by that time and spun her around in her chair to face him as he leaned over her, breathing heavily, the anger evident in his eyes.
His eyes were drawn downward toward her breasts and he lifted a finger, trailing it over the supple flesh of her cleavage. "Do it for Daddy, won't you, my sweet?"
Emilia was getting sleepy. Running a casino wasn't as easy as it seemed. There were so many details to sort through - making sure every machine worked flawlessly, every dealer had a steady hand, every chip was well accounted for. Running a brothel was marginally easier, but nonetheless a trial. Emilia had no patience for the sleazy women and their hungry nether regions. Now, simultaneously running a casino and a brothel? Definitely a damper on anyone's stamina.
But Emilia enjoyed doing these things for her father. Perhaps not enjoyed, per se. She enjoyed the glimmer of satisfaction on Bastian's face when she did the job well. She enjoyed his approval and his pride. He was the only creature she considered superior to herself, even amongst all the other demons present in Babylon. Being stellar in his eyes meant she was a treasure amongst treasures.
So when he came into her office, eyes ablaze with the force, she wasn't sure whether she ought to be amused or angered. She set down the pen she'd been using and tilted her head, pouting. Her eyes were half-hooded by her eyelids in drowsiness, but the effect was an appearance more of sensual languor than exhaustion. Emilia did not know if she liked her father's wandering hands - part of her wanted to lean into his trailing fingers and another wanted to scurry as hastily as possible away from him.
But there was no indication of her conflict as she intoned, "He's so awfully decent. I wouldn't want his smelly, grubby paws on me." A token resistance, and Bastian would definitely know she was only playing. To her, his word was law. There was already no doubt she would attempt all that he asked.
Bastian did know that his daughter didn't really mean her words. At least, not on the surface. He was pretty sure she really didn't have any desire to seduce the Sheriff, but if he pressed the issue, she would do what he asked. He was suddenly much more concerned with what was in her shirt, though, than what had brought him into the office in the first place.
His finger dipped into her shirt, between her breasts and stroked up the underside of first one, then the other. His voice turned husky and his eyes went almost black with desire. He reached down and lifted Emilia up to her feet by her elbow and then quickly took her place in the chair, bringing her down onto his lap.
He pulled her close, his lips skating along the skin of her shoulder. He murmured sensually, almost growling. "You'll do it, Emmy. You'll find a way, whether or not you have to seduce him." Even if she got Suyin to do the dirty work, at least it would ensure the Sheriff was not his burden to bear any longer.
One hand snaked around her waist while the other moved along her left thigh, dragging upward and inward at an agonizingly slow pace.
For a moment, humanity overrode demon. With one hand, Emilia pushed against Bastian's chest, the other stalling his own on her thigh. The human side of her brutally rejected what her demon side openly embraced. It wouldn't be the first time her father had touched her, and she was always left unsure if she was satisfied.
(All the same, she scrubbed herself raw in the shower after.)
The demon was eventually able to insist upon hierarchy, upon submission. Emilia's hands fell. In apology, she rose up to better straddle her father's thighs. But even then, the action was half-hearted. Her humanity still pushed against the confines of her being, protesting at every sliver of skin that met Bastian's.
"Does he have any weaknesses?" Emilia asked, absentmindedly raising a hand to trace the line of Bastian's shoulders. "Anything we can exploit? Anything that will make him surrender?"
Bastian was used to her little shreds of humanity peeking through the shroud of her demonic nature. Didn't mean he liked it, though. And when she pushed at his chest, he got a little rough and pulled her in against her will, even though she relaxed a bit after a moment. He had to remind her sometimes who the boss was. She rose up and straddled him better and he smiled in victory.
He would never completely own Emilia the way he might a true demon offspring, because her humanity poked and prodded, made her do things and act in ways that a true demon wouldn't. Her power was really the only thing that stopped him from kicking her out on her ear in annoyance.
"His family is his weakness. His children. But they don't live here and I can't bring them here." He wouldn't be able to leave the city long enough to fetch them, even if they agreed to return with him by some miracle. "I don't think he's been laid in a while, either. And no matter how many times I ask, he won't drink or sit for a dance." It infuriated Bastian that even though he was exercising his power of persuasion, the human seemed able to resist at every turn.
Sensing his growing irritation with her, Emilia leaned forward, letting her tongue trace the shell of his ear. She didn't want for him to be upset with her. Bastian did not have the patience to suffer her humanity for too long, she knew. If it meant getting to stay with him, she would shove it down, suffocate it so that it never reared its ugly head or made her even more pathetic in her father's eyes.
She let her hands fall to his chest once more, this time to wander rather than to push. Her humanity was subdued as her demon practically thrummed with approval. It recognized Bastian's power and delighted in sharing its wickedness with him.
"I could go, if you wanted me to," she said, her voice more breathless now that she was allowing herself to give in. "We could hold one of them hostage." Her next words were said against the strong column of his throat. "Or I could get the man on his knees myself. Suyin couldn't do a better job than me." The last sentence was almost a growl. Demon she may not be, but Emilia could and would be the best in her father's eyes, no matter how dirty she had to play to be so.
Now this. This was what he liked. Having a pliant puppet in his arms was much easier than a fickle human he had to practically force into her propper place. As her hands began to wander his chest, his own hands were wandering along the curve of her spine, over her firm ass and along her thighs. There was often nothing he enjoyed more than having a woman straddling his lap.
She spoke against his neck and both of his hands fell to her backside, squeezing and simultaneously pulling her in closer against him, pressing down against the pulsing bulge in his crotch. "That would make Daddy very happy, Pumpkin. But let's try hitting him locally before we venture out to find his family, alright?" He spoke more softly now, feeling as though it might actually work and he could finally get the Sheriff off his back. All he needed was a little leverage.
"Consider it done," Emilia said, punctuating the statement by shifting her pelvis over the tent in her father's pants. She raised her head to nip him gently on his lower lip. It would be damned difficult for the Sheriff to resist her, she knew. The knowledge delighted her immensely, appealed to her sense of superiority.
Spurred by the sudden burst of power, Emilia lowered her hands to yank Bastian's shirt higher. She traced the lines of his abdomen and the strip of flesh above the waistband of his pants. It was difficult to remember that he was her father now - his body was young and strong. Attractive enough to tempt the sweetest of angels.
Bastian smiled at his offspring, already pleased with her because he knew that it would probably be difficult for the Sheriff to resist the sexy daemonem's advances. Bastian wasn't having any luck converting him, but perhaps what was needed was a woman's touch. If he could just get the human on his side, it would make things so much easier. He groaned as Emi shifted on his lap and lifted the hem of his shirt.
His fingers dug into her hips as he rocked himself up against her and exposed his neck for her to lavish with attention. He had to give his daughter credit, she was a very wily temptress. He almost felt sorry for Gus, knowing how easy it would be for Emilia to bring him to his knees. "That's my girl," he intoned huskily.
She was toying with his belt when he stood, holding her against him he set her on the desk and leaned over her, spreading her legs around his hips. "Now, how about showing Daddy exactly what you plan to do to that dirty Sheriff?"
When Bastian set her on the desk, Emilia wasted no time in pulling his belt out of its loops. His pants were just as swiftly disposed of. Through the fabric, she ran a finger along her father's erection. Purring as if pleased with its size, she pulled her blouse out of her pencil skirt. Suddenly going at a leisurely pace, she rid herself of the garment button by button.
Her breasts were heaving along with her shallow breaths, pushing against the strains of her black bra. Emilia nipped once at Bastian's bottom lip before leaning back, a decidedly sensual smirk on her face. "However you want me, daddy."
He felt his pants fall to the ground and her fingers glide over his turgid flesh. He pressed himself into her hand and watched her divest herself of her top. His fingers slid beneath the fabric of her skirt and pushed it upward over her hips to expose her shapely legs and the fantastic treasure between them.
Bastian leaned forward, dragging his teeth and lips over the heaving curves of her breasts still hidden in her bra. "Willing," he breathed, "That's all I need." His hands moved behind her to unclasp the bra and pull it down over her shoulders. She had glorious breasts, a lot like her mother's, and he wasted no time in tasting them.
She moaned as his lips wrapped around her, bucking her hips more recklessly against his erection. The undulations hiked her skirt higher up her hips, exposing the black panties underneath, equally as flimsy as the bra Bastian had just thrown aside.
"Very," she managed to say in between her cries of pleasure. It was a lie - there was a significant part of her that continued to protest in spite of the majority's submission. But, that part, she wouldn't acknowledge. That part of her belonged to the showgirl, and the showgirl could no longer be a part of her life. She was Bastian's.
Bastian didn't even bother to remove her panties, he simply slid a thumb beneath the thin fabric and pulled it aside before thrusting forward. He gave a lusty moan against her breast and moved the hand that was against her back up toward her shoulder. He gripped her there, tugging her down against him as he began a fairly aggressive pattern of thrusts. His teeth clung to her nipple, and the thumb holding her panties aside moved against her cleft and stroked upward.
She was slick enough that the going was easy and he hammered away at her until he felt ready to combust. He was not a particularly kind or careful lover, especially not with the women he took on a regular basis. One he was just breaking in or someone he was trying to win over, that was a different story. But Emilia, like the rest, had to be satisfied with the pounding he gave them.
He came without heed, spilling his seed in her womb and giving a few more thrusts before he stopped. He breathed heavily against her throat, composing himself for a moment.
Emilia had come moments before he had, but his rough and inattentive lovemaking left her unsatisfied. She figured she ought to have expected it; it wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last. The human side of her was again attempting to resurface with a brutal I told you so, but she stifled it as she always had.
She rose up, pushing him along with her, to leave lazy open-mouthed kisses along his neck. She was half-tempted to ask him for another go, just to see if the next time would prove exciting for her as well. It might do her well to be the one to seduce him. Control was not something Bastian happily relinquished, so Emilia had never bothered to see if initiative would be tolerated.
It wasn't like her human side had ever allowed to her to push through, either. But maybe if she attempted, especially since she was about to carry out his will...
Emilia planted a kiss on Bastian's lips. Not a soft human one, nor an overly aggressive one, but definitely a needy one. He wanted her to embrace her demon, didn't he? Wanted her wanton and willing? Though her nipples ached and womb was less than prepared for another assault, she languidly dragged her tongue across the seam of her father's lips.
Emilia needed to feel something more from her father. Not that she would express it in such angelic terms as 'love', but at the very least something to make their copulation feel like less of a crime. To make her feel like a participant instead of an instrument. Both demon and human recoiled at the thought of cuddling, so this would have to do.
And maybe this time it would be enough.
Bastian's chest heaved as she pushed him up. Her mouth was on his hot skin, making it hotter. And then there were her lips against his and he kissed her back. He lifted his hands and tangled them in her hair, tugging back on her head and exposing her throat to him.
He was still buried up to his balls in her, and he could feel the cool liquid of his seed leaking out around him. He continued to give half-hearted thrusts because it felt good on his sensitive member. "Mmm, that's a good girl." If she did anything like this to Gus, the fucking Sheriff wouldn't be able to resist. He wouldn't have a prayer, and that was exactly what Bastian wanted.
"Pull this off, princess, and I'll make sure you're rewarded handsomely." He kissed her throat, dragging his tongue along the column of her throat. Finally, he pulled away, reaching for a Kleenex and wiping himself off before pulling his pants up and rearranging his clothing back into the impeccable style he maintained.
He gave her a small smile and tapped her cheek with his open palm before he walked out of the office. He had work to do.
Of course. Emilia really shouldn't have expected anything less.
But she couldn't afford to dwell. Arrangements had to be made for the seduction of the sheriff. If nothing else, she could succeed there. By hook or by crook, she would have the sheriff on his knees.
Bastian would have no reason to leave her unfulfilled.