DEFLOWERING OF SATAN’S FUTURE BRIDE by Michael

Writer: Michael

Subject: DEFLOWERING OF SATAN’S FUTURE BRIDE

Link: LS666 Email / 14.03.2026

Author’s Note: Hey there, I wrote a little depraved story. How do we go about posting it? Also, if you post it, do you need a picture?

Deflowering of Satan’s Future Bride

The chamber reeked of sulfur, and flickering candlelight danced across the pentagram etched into the stone floor. Black candles encircled the altar at the center, their flames twisting unnaturally as if alive. I stood there, naked, my cock already hardening at the sight of my little girl, Lily, just seven years old, her tiny body trembling slightly in the dim glow. She wore nothing but a thin white shift, her wide eyes reflecting the infernal symbols painted on the walls — goats’ heads, inverted crosses, and runes that pulsed with dark energy.

“Come here, my sweet offering,” I whispered, my voice echoing with the weight of the ancient words I’d memorized from the forbidden tome.

Lily stepped forward hesitantly, her small bare feet padding softly on the cold stone. She trusted me completely, her daddy, the one who promised this night would make her special, chosen by the Dark One himself. I lifted her onto the altar, the rough wood scraping her soft skin as I laid her down. Her legs dangled over the edge, and I spread them gently, exposing her untouched pussy, pink and smooth like a forbidden fruit.

I began the incantation, my hands tracing sigils in the air above her.

“Hail Satan, lord of shadows, accept this pure vessel. Through blood and seed, we bind her to your eternal night.”

The air grew thick, heavy with an unseen presence that made the candles flare brighter. Lily whimpered softly, but she didn’t pull away; her tiny hands clutched the edges of the altar as I leaned down, pressing my lips to her forehead, then her cheeks, trailing kisses down her neck.

My fingers explored her first, sliding between her thighs to part her delicate folds. She was so small, so tight, her body quivering under my touch. I rubbed her clit gently, feeling it swell just a bit under my thumb, and she let out a soft gasp.

“It tickles, Daddy,” she murmured, her voice innocent amid the blasphemy.

I smiled darkly, dipping a finger into her wetness — barely any, but enough to coat it as I pushed inside her virgin hole. She tensed, a small cry escaping her lips, but I soothed her with whispers of power and pleasure.

The ritual demanded her deflowering, her innocence spilt like an offering. I positioned myself between her legs, my thick cock throbbing against her entrance. It looked obscene, my adult shaft dwarfing her childish slit, but that’s what the Dark Lord craved — the ultimate taboo, father claiming daughter in his name. I gripped her hips, pulling her closer, and pressed the head of my cock against her pussy lips.

“This will make you mine forever, Lily. For Him.”

With a slow thrust, I pushed in. Her barrier gave way almost immediately, a sharp tear that made her scream — a high, piercing sound that mingled with my chant. Blood trickled out, warm and red, staining the altar as I sank deeper, inch by inch, stretching her impossibly tight walls around me. She was like a vice, gripping my cock so fiercely it hurt, but the pain fueled the ecstasy. I groaned, bottoming out inside her, my balls pressing against her ass.

The room seemed to shake as I started to fuck her, pulling back and slamming in again, her tiny body jolting with each movement. Her cries turned to moans, confused and pained at first, but laced with something darker, something awakening. I leaned over her, sucking on her flat chest, biting her tiny nipples until they hardened.

“Feel it, baby girl. Feel Daddy’s cock filling you, breaking you for Satan.”

Sweat dripped from my brow onto her skin as I pounded harder, the wet slap of flesh echoing in the chamber. Her pussy clenched around me, milking my shaft as blood and her growing slickness eased the way. I reached down, rubbing her clit in circles while I thrust, forcing sparks of pleasure through her pain. She bucked weakly, her legs wrapping around my waist as best she could, her small hands grabbing my arms.

The climax built like a storm. I chanted louder, invoking demons to witness this unholy union.

“By my seed, she is marked! Hail the Prince of Darkness!”

My balls tightened, and with a final, brutal thrust, I buried myself deep and came, flooding her childish womb with hot spurts of cum. She shuddered beneath me, her own tiny orgasm rippling through her — unbidden, raw, a defilement complete.

As I pulled out, cum and blood mixed, dripping from her ruined pussy onto the altar. The candles exploded in a burst of black smoke, and a low rumble filled the air — a sign of approval from below. Lily lay there panting, her eyes glazed with a new, infernal light. She was no longer just my daughter; she was our vessel, bound in incest and ritual to the eternal night.

THE END