Sweet Seduction

The second to last chapter!

A WARNING: rape in this chapter.

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"Surprised to see me?" he asked, still grinning madly.

The thudding of my heart was almost blocking out his voice; it was so loud. I felt moisture clutter within my eyes. When I attempted to speak, nothing came out. I was too scared.

"I'm proud of you, daughter," he continued, "but, at the same time, rather unsurprised. I knew you would grow to care for Prudence but... fall in love?" He chuckled loudly. "You've definitely inherited your mother's humanity.

I'm more surprised at Prue, though. I thought once she'd heard about your 'dreadful, unfortunate' past, she'd think of you as a slut." His smile broadened as he went further, "Oh, no, she comforted you, didn't she? She touched you, kissed you, bedded you. You finally felt love." The last word he said so coldly that I cringed.

I finally found my voice. "You don't know--"

"I do. Between The Seer telling me about the visions of you too, and Jarrod watching your every move within the manor" - he caught my look of oddness - "You really are stupid, aren't you, daughter? He was there the entire time, as animals, plants, and objects, watching you."

My face slumped as I felt idiotic; of course that was how he was watching me. Another thought formed in my head, causing me to ask, "Where's Zero?"

He cackled more, as if I was missing out on a joke. "Zero, your cat since you were born, is Jarrod."

I couldn't believe it. My beloved cat, my best friend for my entire life, was a demon, a real demon.

"Anyway," he said, after his laughing fit ended, "I asked you to do the task, and you nearly completed it. You seduced Prue successfully, but you, I believe, have decided that you want to be good. Is that true?" His cruel smile was now a scowl.

"Yes," I said without hesitance, trying to look as strong as possible.

"You think you're strong now, don't you? Because you think you have The Charmed Ones on your side? Where are they now? They've forgotten about you now. Prue doesn't--"

"Prue loves me," I snapped, "And you would have no idea what that feels like, Father. No one has ever loved you."

His hand pushed out toward me, forcing a small energy ball into my stomach, sending me flying back into the wall. I fell again onto the bed, my head throbbing. "Why don't you just do it, Father?!" I shouted furiously, "Why don't you just kill me?!"

"I have bigger plans for you, daughter. Much bigger." Once I managed to pull myself up so that I was very close to standing, he sent another miniature energy ball, less powerful than the last, that knocked the wind out of me. I landed on my back on the large bed and felt The Source's body climb upon the bed as well. Struggling to move away, he grabbed my wrists harshly, digging his black fingernails into my flesh. I shrieked, but he only laughed.

"I must tell you, Delilah," he said, after I stopped squirming and hollering, his smile visible again, "that I had a plan for Prue if you brought her back here with you. Do you have any idea what that might've been?"

I spat in his face. After wiping away my saliva from his cheek, he slapped me across mine. "Your mother tried to fight, too," he taunted. I growled at him and wriggled beneath him frantically. He ignored me and carried on, "I was hoping you would get Prue down here so that she would give me an heir."

He smiled a gruesome-looking smile when I stopped fidgeting and gasped at his words. "Can you imagine?" he said, sounding jokingly in awe, "The strongest of the three Charmed Ones and I having a child, the most powerful being in the entire world? It would be indestructible!

However," he continued saying, enjoying my look of shock, "I'm afraid that Prudence will not be joining us, and I'm ready to bring that heir of mine into the world."

It took a minute for his words to process within my aching head, and when I did realize what he was trying to say, I writhed violently under him. "NO!" I cried, pushing him away the best I could, the water had reappeared in my eyes.

Laughing maniacally, my father told me, "If I can't get Prue--"

"You never will!" I screamed.

"Fine," he said indifferently. "If I can't get Prue, then I'll have to deal with you."

"You wouldn't!"

"Oh, I will, daughter. You'll have my son, and he'll be not only your son, but your brother as well!" His cackles rang within the room, echoing off of the red clay walls.

"No!" I cried, wiggling under his weight.

He mumbled something in a foreign tongue and lifted his arms toward mine. Suddenly, my hands were whipped to the top of the bed and long, black ropes wrapped my wrists to the bedposts, securely tightening them. I begged and yelled out some more, but he wasn't paying any attention. His hand flowed over my body, and he whispered in the same unknown language again. Then my body was completely exposed to his eyes. The pink nubs upon my small breasts hardened at the feel of the cold air, and heat immediately rose into my cheeks.

"Father, stop, please!" I pled, shaking terribly below him.

Unlike Prue, who gave me sympathy when it came to my scars, who touched them with kindness and care, The Source only scoffed at the sight. "That's all they've done? Pathetic. The only worthy scar is this one." He traced his black fingernail along the long scar of my stomach, his doing.

With a sigh, he concluded, "Let's just get down to business, hm?" I heard the ruffling of his robes, felt his firm hands pry my thighs apart, and a long, thick, bitterly-cold shaft plunged into me at full speed. He groaned with ease while I screamed in pain, my chest lifting off of the bed. "You're so warm..." he moaned, his fingers gripping my waist.

He thrusted in and out a few times, rough and fast strides. It felt as though he was using a metallic pipe to assault me.

"Fa-- unh! Father, stop! STOP!" I wailed.

"You think - mph - I'm going to stop?!" he roared tauntingly, "I haven't done this since - ohh - your slut of a mother."

He savagely thrusted into me, and I couldn't breathe. The pain was overtaking my entire body; my muscles were clenching uncontrollably against his member. He pumped deeply through my now-bleeding canal, groaning in sick satisfaction.

I screamed again, for the pain was excruciating. I tried to forget that I was being raped and that I was still in bed beside Prue, her warm, soft skin against mine, her affectionate lips tasting me. Then I was brought back to my horrible reality when The Source briefly stopped his movement. "Unfocused?" he asked interestedly, beads of sweat trickling down his distorted face.

I remained silent and glared at him through my tears. Sickeningly, his fingers trailed up my exposed thigh toward my glistening scarlet crotch still enclosed around his cock. One of his fingers dipped into my bleeding pussy and rotated in the mess. He pulled the crimson-tipped finger to his nose; he inhaled it as though it smelled as good as Piper's cooking. "Mmm..." he moaned. "Like Lily." He bared a toothy grin before placing the finger to my lips.

Biting down hard on myself, I refused to let him put the digit into my mouth. "Stubborn, hm?" he said amusingly. He traced his finger along the edges of my nearly-hidden lips, and I could smell the disgusting aroma even more now.

"What does Prue do that you enjoy so much, Delilah?" he inquired after painting the redness around my mouth. "Does she..." he began, leaning forward, causing his shaft to slip even farther into me, "suckle your neck?" With my teeth still clamping down on my lips, I shook my head violently. After grasping my neck sharply with his hand, he made enough room to lick along a vein upon my neck, chuckling sadistically afterward as I cried harder than before.

"What about your breasts? Does she tease your nipples? Flick them? Squeeze them? Bite them?" His mouth traveled down to my hardened stubs. While watching me evilly, he took almost my entire left breast into his mouth, and he bit it.

Screaming and thrashing wildly, I couldn't believe that my own flesh and blood would abuse me like this. I finally released my lips to cry out rasply, "Stop! Please, stop!"

"You don't tell Prudence to stop," he said after relieving my breast, but still flicked his tongue along my nipple. A small fire began to bloom within me. "You love it when Prue touches you, don't you, Delilah? When she asks you if she's hurting you?" he said through flicks. "She loves your whimpers, Delilah. Whimper for me, Delilah. Whimper."

"No..." I choked out as the picture of Prue pleasing me caused the fire to grow and grow.

"You love it when she's... loving you, Delilah."

I whimpered when I felt her teeth nip gently at my left bud. "Love me, Prue," I pleaded softly.

"Delilah..." I swear I heard her say through a moan.

The flames were overpowering me now. "Oh, oh... Prue..." I groaned lustfully, her licks increasing along my mound. "Prue!" I cried, feeling the sweet release of my climax.

"Yes," a cruel voice said and chuckled. I realized that Prue hadn't done any of those actions that made me orgasm; it was my father. "Just think of what Prudence will say when she finds out you came all over Daddy!" he cackled.

"Stop it..." I cried quietly, feeling completely moronic for believing that it was Prue.

"Prudence would punish you, Delilah."

"No, she wouldn't! No... She wouldn't... She loves me!" I wailed helplessly.

"Prudence would punish you!" he shouted back and pushed his pipe-like cock into me roughly. I screamed at the abruptness of his action, at how painful it felt. "Bad Delilah," he scolded as he panted and savagely rammed into my defenseless form, "Bad Delilah!"

He continued to force himself into me without any remorse until he released himself. My father fell forward over my sweaty, even more discolored body and whispered lovingly to my stomach, "Our little boy... our little boy is growing strong now." He looked up at me with the same vicious grin. "This is just the beginning, Delilah."

I was no longer crying; the pain was numbed now because the seeping feeling of knowing that I was going to give birth to my father's child was trapped inside my mind.

A "pop" was heard as he pulled out of me. He replaced his billowing cloak over his member, and then restated the same words in the odd language, freeing my wrists from the binds. My body was shaking violently. 'What have I done?' His voice was heard again and, suddenly, my clothes reappeared, looking as though they'd never been discarded.

"I may be back later to check on you," The Source said in his regular voice, a small smirk visible on his face. Just as he turned away from me and placed his hand upon the doorhandle, on one side of my bed, a demon shimmered into my room. I gasped in fright at first, then slight hope arose when I realized who it was: Cole and Phoebe. My father's face turned white as he gaped. "Belthazor?!"

Cole began throwing energy balls at my father, only pushing him into the door. Then a blur of white and blue emerged on the opposite side of my bed and materialized into Piper, Leo, and Prue, which made me nearly sob in happiness.

"Hurry!" Cole bellowed as he continued to throw the bluish orbs at The Source.

Leo remained in place while the Charmed Ones gathered in front of my bed, facing my father, who was attempting to fight off the power of the energy balls.

Piper pulled out a piece of paper and held it between all three of them. "Penelope, Patricia..." Piper began.

"Melinda, Astrid..." Phoebe followed.

"Helena, Laura, and Grace..." Prue continued as The Source started to catch fire and scream.

"Halliwell witches stand strong beside us," the three sisters recited in unison, "Vanquish this evil from time and space."

The Source screamed a final time before blowing up into pieces and then vanishing. I let out a ragged exhale. Was he really gone?

I felt someone get onto the bed beside me. Through watery eyes, I saw that it was Prue. "Prue, I..." I started to say.

"Shh..." she hushed me softly. She gently pulled me into an embrace, that I briefly winced from because of my father's assault, though I don't think she noticed, and I sobbed into her arms.

"I'm so sorry, Prue..." I cried achingly. "I'm so sorry..."

"It's all over now, sweetie," she whispered soothingly. "It's all over. You're safe. You're safe."

I sobbed into her chest, and wished that I could believe her. I could still hear his voice whispering into my head:

"This is just the beginning, Delilah."

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Only one more chapter!

Just a side note - the vanquishing spell they really used to defeat The Source contained Prue's name at the beginning of the spell on the show. However, since my story says that Prue is alive(!), her names is not said as part of the spell, so that's why it's not there.

I'll try my quickest to get the next chapter done within little time. I'd really like some reviews, though, guys! I would really appreciate them. :)