This is a serialized story that follows four main characters, so each part will contain a chapter for each one. It’s Incest Erotica but also has to do with Hell and demons, so if you’re not into that, then don’t read it.
For those who prefer knowing in advance, the dynamics for this serial are as follows:
Liora: M/F
Bailey: M/F/M and M/F
Lana: M/M/F and every combination thereof
Giselle: M/M/M/F and every combination thereof
I am unsure yet if any FF dynamic will come about later in the serial. Please feel free to skip any chapters that don’t appeal to you.
All content for this story is copyrighted by Mia Eris and may not be used or reproduced in any way without the express permission of the author.
Every character in this story is 18+ years of age and all sex is 100% consensual.
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LIORA | 1
A muffled argument crept into Liora’s subconscious and pulled her from sleep. Blinking in the darkness, it took her a moment to realize the ceiling was a lot closer than it should’ve been. Her arm slipped from her stomach and dangled in the air, just as she glanced over her shoulder to see her bed a good four feet below.
“Shit.”
With a soundless yelp, Liora fell to her mattress with a slight bounce and huffed out a breath. It had been a while since the last time she’d woken up to find herself levitating.
The voices coming from downstairs captured her attention again, reminding her of why she was even awake at 12:30 in the morning. Her mother’s voice was familiar and sounded angry. The man’s voice was calm and deep, more alluring. It wouldn’t be the first time Liora had caught her mom arguing with a lover, but there was something different about her usual, cool tone. It sounded bitter, poisoned by an old wound and that was significant enough to have Liora pulling on a sweater and tiptoeing out of her room.
Their house was an old Victorian but had been renovated with top-of-the-line amenities, so there weren’t any creaky floorboards or door hinges.
Her mother was a member of the Hierarchy: a secret society whose sole purpose was to cater to the earthly needs of Hell. Mainly, the rearing of demon-hybrid children, like Liora. They all knew exactly what they were. The Hierarchy never kept it a secret from them because there was no way to stop the development of their demonic powers—and levitation was only the tip of the iceberg.
Liora couldn’t imagine being one of the Common Born; those demon-hybrids conceived outside of the Hierarchy. It would be horrible to wake up one day with the ability to start fires with a single thought and not know why.
At the end of the main hall, Liora stealthily pushed the swinging door open and peered out. The only light streaming into the darkness was coming from the open parlor door, so that had to be where her mom and the mystery man were.
Now that she was closer, Liora could hear everything being said. She wished the angry words spat by her mother didn’t hurt, but they did.
“I sent messages through the Council repeatedly, begging for your help,” her mom fumed. “Pleading for you to make an appearance and set her ass straight. She’s been out of control for years—!”
“Stop talking right now, Kristine,” the man ordered darkly before speaking calmly again. “Liora? Come in here, darling. It’s all right.”
Shit, really?
How could he have known she was there when she hadn’t made a sound and was well beyond his line of sight? Unless… Oh, please, oh, please, let it be my father.
That would be the most logical explanation, but Liora’s mom had family inside of the Hierarchy posted all over the globe. For all she knew, the man was related to her in some other way. An uncle or grandfather who was simply more adept at dealing with sneaky hybrids.
She pushed the door open wider and entered the front of the house. Like all of the other teenagers in the Hierarchy, Liora had been waiting for the day when her father would arrive from Hell to claim her and take her home with him.
It took eighteen years for a hybrid’s demonic powers to develop enough to allow them entrance into Hell, but her birthday had been over a month ago. Liora was afraid of getting her hopes up, even while she couldn’t stop it from happening.
Cautiously, she rounded the door frame and stepped into the parlor where her mom was standing in the center of the room with rigid shoulders and clenched fists. In that moment, Liora felt a pang of regret and sympathy for her mom.
The harsh reality was that the women of the Hierarchy were nothing more than brood mares for demons, whether they were married or not. Of course, the millions of dollars they were compensated with more than made up for that slight offense. Every demon wanted a child and they had plenty of resources to set their kids and their kids’ mothers up in the lap of luxury for at least eighteen years.
Most women Magosa Escort were smart enough to invest and make certain that money kept them in diamonds and Dior for the rest of their lives. The Hierarchy even had its own private bank and investment firm to encourage that option and, of course, capitalize on it.
In one of the antique armchairs near the fireplace, the most attractive man Liora had ever laid eyes on sat facing her mother. His hair was jet black and fell in stylish, wavy layers. If he was her dad, that would explain where she’d gotten her soft black hair. Though, hers had taken on the spiraling curls of her mother’s brown locks.
He had eyes the color of fresh coffee beans, with long lashes and the features of some exotic prince. His tailored suit was navy blue over a crisp, white shirt, accessorized with a platinum watch and cufflinks.
Everyone in the Hierarchy was rich, but this was no mortal man. The very air around him crackled with demonic power. Liora could feel it singeing her skin. Not in warning, but temptation. He drank her in from head to toe and back again, and she self-consciously hugged her sweater tighter around herself.
Liora’s mom glanced at her with the same light green eyes she’d passed on to her, though they were bloodshot from too much gin again.
“Come meet your father,” she said waspishly. “That’s what you’ve been waiting for, isn’t it?”
Ignoring her mom’s stinging tone, Liora tried not to squeal with excitement over the confirmation, but couldn’t quite keep the grin off of her face when she entered the room fully. Her dad didn’t even hesitate to reciprocate. He rose from the chair, taking her hands in his and her powers swelled, surging to the surface as if trying to meld with his.
“What is that?” she asked, awed.
“Your powers came from mine,” he answered. “They will always be drawn to their source; like attracted to like.”
She hadn’t known that. The Demon Council, which was the liaison between Hell and the Hierarchy, dictated everything hybrids were required to know so they could be as prepared for their new lives as possible. Why hadn’t they shared that tidbit of information?
But there was something stronger than just recognition that Liora felt in her father’s presence, and it made her blood rise with shame. Her whole body vibrated with anticipation at levels she’d never experienced with any other male before; a potent sexual attraction that a daughter wasn’t supposed to feel for her father.
“So happy to do all the work, while you reap the benefits,” her mother muttered bitterly under her breath.
Liora felt her shoulders tense and her dad’s attention snapped beyond her to where her mom still stood like an ice sculpture in the middle of the room.
“Why don’t you go get your shoes on, while I speak to your mother, Liora?” he said, though it wasn’t really a suggestion.
His displeasure wasn’t just thick enough to feel, it was dark. Dangerous in a way her mom was too drunk to grasp. Maybe mortals couldn’t fully comprehend it the way hybrids could, or perhaps it was just because Liora could feel her father’s powers and how they fluctuated.
When she left the room to locate her ballet flats by the front door, Liora moved slow enough that she could still eavesdrop on the conversation.
“In less than ten minutes, you’ll forget everything,” her father said.
“Exactly, so can you hurry?” her mom snapped.
“She won’t,” he stated darkly, his voice lower, forcing Liora to strain her ears to hear him. “She’ll remember everything about you and the way you’ve treated her for the rest of her life.”
“What do you know? You weren’t here,” her mom countered coldly. “You have no right to judge me. I tried my hardest with her, and it was never good enough—”
Liora scoffed to herself, blinking tears from her eyes and slipping outside where their voices couldn’t travel. She didn’t want to hear anymore. Deep inside, she’d always known that her mom had kept her at arm’s length because of this exact moment. Because once Liora’s dad took her into Hell, her mom wouldn’t even remember that she existed. All traces of her life in the mortal realm would simply vanish as if she’d never been born.
Still, it hurt because her dad was right. Her mom got to forget all about her, but Liora wouldn’t get that same blank slate to start over with. Her memories of having a closed-off, dictator of a mother would never go away and what’s worse: they would never get the chance at a better relationship later on. Their moment had already come to pass. They would never see each other again.
There was a dark sedan parked at the curb in front of her house that Liora suspected belonged to her father, but she didn’t mind waiting in the fresh, night air. It was August, so it wasn’t cold at all. Her dad didn’t make her wait too long, anyway. In less than a minute, he was walking out of the house and closing the door.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concerned.
Liora nodded. Kıbrıs Escort “Yeah,” she lied. “I’m used to it.”
He studied her for a few seconds longer, but didn’t push the subject, thank Hades. The last thing she wanted was to spend her first moments alone with her father bitching and moaning about her mom. In all honesty, Liora wanted to forget that her parents had ever known each other. Mostly because she had the hots for her dad. Like, serious hots.
It was shameful, but her mind couldn’t seem to convince her body of that fact. Her dad placed a hand on her back and gestured toward the waiting car. Liora hadn’t noticed the driver until he hopped out to open the door for them, as they got closer.
Once they were settled in the backseat, Liora’s dad turned toward her with a relaxed smile.
“I’m sure you have a million questions for me,” he said. “Fire away.”
Liora grinned, unable to deny it. “What’s your name?”
It was the one thing he’d never given to her mother. Since he’d been able to determine the sex of his unborn child, he’d named Liora and that’s what her mom had used to try and get a hold of him through the Demon Council. She’d always felt that was the truth and not her mom just being spiteful.
“Aldion.”
“No last name?” she asked.
He shook his head. “Demons don’t have last names, only sins they’re responsible for provoking in humans. I’m the Demon of Knavery.”
Liora’s brow shot up. “That sounds Shakespearean.”
He chuckled. “I suppose it has become quite an archaic term in the mortal realm,” he accepted. “It means villainy, roguishness, thievery, and all-around criminal behavior.”
That was interesting, considering some of her favorite extracurricular activities. Her mom had been right about one thing, Liora was a little out of control by mortal standards. But she hadn’t started out that way. She’d merely been looking for attention from the Ice Queen.
Instead, she’d picked up a laundry list of bad habits, then honed them into skills. In the end, a few of them had stopped having anything to do with her mother and became things Liora enjoyed doing because she was good at them—like being a cat burglar.
“You should know that in New Loudon, which is the city in Hell where we live, I’m the head of the largest Mob. Our territory makes up an entire sector of the city called Hollow’s End. It’s not where nice people find themselves, no matter the time of day,” he informed her.
“Wait, so I’m a Mafia Princess?” she asked excitedly.
“Yes, you are.” He smiled broader, pleased by her reaction. “Of course, it’s all in the name of punishing the Damned, but we still get to enjoy the roles to their fullest extent.”
Liora smiled slowly. “We do have to make sure we’re convincing, don’t we?”
Her dad gave her a sensual look and Liora felt her cheeks flush again, as she quickly averted her gaze. Had she really just seen that desire in his eyes, or imagined it?
“That, we do,” he agreed. “Speaking of which, I am married. Your stepmother is a Damned Soul, so please feel free to make her life even more miserable than I already do. She was a greedy, backstabbing, malicious woman in life. Being married to me is part of her eternal punishment because, like most crime bosses, I’m the worst kind of husband.”
Some of Liora’s excitement took a nosedive with that news until his words sank in all of the way. Having permission to be an asshole to a woman she already disliked on principle did soften the blow quite a bit.
“So, who does she think I am?”
“My daughter from a previous relationship who’s been away at boarding school this whole time and is now coming to live with us,” he answered. “I need my heiress to learn the ropes of her new empire, after all.”
Liora looked at him. “And what about school? The Hierarchy said that all hybrids are expected to attend some kind of demon-only academy?”
“Yes, Legion University. The soulies think it’s a prestigious, private academy that only the wealthiest and most connected members of New Loudon society can get into,” her dad confirmed with a nod. “You’ll learn everything you’ll need to know there, including how to better control and use your powers.”
“Do they have electives?” Liora asked.
“They do, yes,” he answered. “And all of the same sports and clubs any mortal university would offer. Hell has job postings in every field because we have Damned Souls from every industry who need to be punished.”
Liora’s excitement rose again, wondering if that meant she wouldn’t have to give up her dream of one day becoming a professional dancer. Growing up in the Hierarchy, they’d all gone to the most elite private schools and she’d fallen in love with Performing Arts. Of course, the flexibility she’d earned from dancing had helped with her less acceptable activities.
Then, she remembered what her dad had just told her about learning the ropes of his criminal empire and some of her excitement waned.
“But you said I was Lefkoşa Escort your heiress,” she reminded him.
“Of course, darling, but we both know that I’m never going to die.” He winked. “It’s your birthright to be a part of my empire, not a requirement. You’re free to learn as much or as little about how I run Hollow’s End as you like.”
“Hmm,” she said thoughtfully. “I am interested.”
“I thought you might be,” he said confidently, turning toward her more.
When he cupped her face and brushed his lips over hers, Liora’s breath caught. Her blood burned through her like Hellfire. It was just the ghost of a touch, yet her pussy felt like a molten pot of lava, and her breasts swelled with need.
“But—” she gasped, eyes wide.
“I’m your father, yes,” he answered her unspoken concern. “So you’re asking yourself why your body burns so hot for mine.”
He laughed huskily when her face blushed a brighter red with shame and undeniable lust.
“Don’t worry, gattina,” he said softly. “It’s the most natural relationship in Hell. All demons are drawn first and most powerfully to their family members. It goes back to our powers stemming from the same source.”
Liora’s mouth worked before she frowned. “Why didn’t the Demon Council warn us?”
“Because despite how dedicated the Hierarchy is in their service to Hell, they’re still just mortals,” her father explained. “In the mortal realm, incest is the most taboo act. But demons don’t have birth defects or sexually transmitted diseases. Even a drop of demon blood in a mortal’s DNA keeps them protected from all human frailties.”
“Explains why I’ve never been sick,” Liora said a little breathlessly.
“Precisely,” he said, then desire glinted in his dark eyes again. “I look forward to having sex with you,
Liora, but I know it will take time for you to adjust to our ways, so don’t feel pressured. Demons are nothing if not patient.”
Heat spread from the apex of her thighs up to her stomach and undoubtedly tinted her cheeks some more.
“Okay,” she whispered. “It’s really common in Hell, though?”
“It is,” he confirmed. “Monogamy, on the other hand, isn’t. Just so you know, you are free to have sex with anyone you like. But I’m going to place protection over your womb to keep you safe from getting pregnant by other hybrids. You’ll learn how to do that for yourself at university, but classes don’t start for another couple of weeks yet.”
“Oh. Okay,” she stammered. “Why only hybrids?”
He gave her a sober look. “Because then your baby would have to be raised in the mortal realm like you were. Its demonic powers would need eighteen years to fully develop. You’re only to keep your womb unprotected for three-quarter or full-blooded demons.”
“When I’m ready, you mean,” she said, hoping no one was expecting her to start having kids right off the bat.
Her dad laughed. “You won’t need to worry about getting pregnant by powerful demons no matter how unprotected your womb is. Our birth rates are extremely low. That’s why we leave Hell to mate with mortals. The more mortal blood there is in a parent, the better chance of conception. And the better chance of the baby being a girl. There are no full-blooded female demons.”
“There aren’t?” Liora asked, surprised.
“No,” he replied. “Which is why our hybrid daughters are so coveted and why the rare, three-quarter female demons are so celebrated. It’s probably why we’re not monogamous, either. Every male demon wants the chance to have a child, but we outnumber the females greatly. And of course, having sex with a Damned Soul never results in children, we just like to fuck.”
Liora choked out a laugh. “You’re right, this is going to take some adjusting,” she admitted. “But I honestly can’t wait. Everything about Hell sounds so much better than the mortal realm and I’m really glad that this… these feelings I have… aren’t wrong there.”
Her dad smiled and kissed the corner of her mouth. “Just the opposite, gattina,” he reassured her. “They’re completely right. And I have a hunch more of your feelings and thoughts are right, too. That as you embrace your demon side, we’re going to find you’re more like me than I ever dared hope for.”
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BAILEY | 1
Bailey leaned against one of the columns lining the front stoa of her house and lit a cigarette. Everything from her ripped jean shorts to the pink highlights in her blond hair was a rebellion against stereotypes. She certainly didn’t look like she belonged at the sprawling Greek Revival mansion cradling one side of a posh neighborhood cul-de-sac.
Whenever her mom would take her shopping out of town, the clerks in all of the high-end retail stores wouldn’t know how to treat her. It was obvious she wouldn’t wear anything they sold, yet her mom had a Centurion card—the coveted American Express ‘black card’—so they tried not to be rude to her. Bailey would just give them knowing smirks.
They didn’t know that a majority of the money came from her father, or that he was a full-fledged Demon of Hell. Nor that her mom used to dress just like her before basically striking it rich and ditching all of her old rock band t-shirts for Gucci.