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Our Father	By : WhiteWinter Category: +A through F > Corruption of Champions Views: 9294 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Corruption of Champions or any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's note: True to the spirit of the source material, this story is told from an unusual “second-person” narrative. Additionally, the Father’s physical appearance is left intentionally vague and ambiguous (aside from very few stated traits, such as height and eye color) and always will be. This story encourages readers to imagine the Father’s appearance however they personally desire.
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          It’s been a long time coming – long by this world’s standards, at least – and you’ve been there every step of the way. You watched your daughter be birthed, you watched her hatch from her egg, you gave Kylie her name, you wiped her tears away when she skinned her knee, and you watched her take flight for the first time. Kylie was once a short, fluffy-feathered chickling toddler, but now she’s a tall, nubile, and gorgeous teenaged girl.

          Kylie’s a harpy like her mother Sophie – your first broodmare and first “wife” – but unlike the pitiful things on her mother’s back, Kylie’s wings have thankfully grown into these great deltas of long, golden feathers that can fling her weight from the ground with the quickest twitch of her muscles. Her long hair falls to the small of her back and is the same shade as her mother’s, white-blonde, nearly platinum, but her eyes are the color of yours, a piercing gray, and she’s got fewer long-feathers on her body than her mother, stopping at a fine line on her forearms and calves. The short-feathers of her upper-arms, thighs, and torso are soft and plush, almost like a golden fur. She’s lithe and slender, not half as meaty as her wide-hipped, big-breasted, big-assed slut of a mother, but she still has her curves of her own. With her slim, hourglass body, tall, elegant cheekbones, sloped, button nose, and full, plump lips, your daughter is truly the picture of beauty.

          Kylie’s of your sharp mind, too. Intelligent and inquisitive but always eager for your affection and your approval. You’ve made sure she has a good head on her shoulders, to know when to fight and when to fly, and to know how to use the sickle-like talons of her feet, though, admittedly, your advice on that began and ended with simply, “Aim for the throat.” Kylie knows to be nothing like her ditzy mother – a woman who’d sooner open her legs for an imp than slay it – and she knows to question everyone and everything. Or, rather, everyone but you. But your hard work is finally finished. Kylie is grown now. You’ve done your duty to her, and now it’s time for her to do her duty to you.

          You go to Kylie when the sun has nearly set, just as she’s about to take flight and roost in her and her mother’s nest. She’s wearing an off-white, makeshift bra on her chest and similarly ragged pair of breeches, giving herself some modicum of decency, unlike her always-nude mother. Another teaching of yours. Her body is a treasure to be safeguarded, as you’ve told her, and not some free gift to be teased to others.

          You grab her hand as she smiles to you. “Sweetie,” you say softly, “You’re not sleeping in the nest tonight.”

          “Where am I sleeping?” she asks you with a tilt of her head. She must think you’re pulling some prank on her.

          “In my tent,” you tell her flatly. “With me.”

          Her smile vanishes. No doubt that was the last thing she expected you to say. There’s a curious look in her eyes as she silently studies your gaze, trying to astutely glean some explanation from your expression, but you give her nothing. She’ll find out soon enough.

          You lead the way as you walk Kylie to your tent – the largest in your camp but still far too small for your tastes – and your daughter folds her wings behind herself as she enters with you. When inside, you take her by surprise and turn on a dime as you capture her lips in a kiss, but surprised or not, Kylie doesn’t reject your advance. Only the opposite. She melts under your affection, moaning as she lets your eager tongue enter her mouth to play with hers. There’s no cosmetic or barrier between your lips and hers. Only flesh and flesh. Kylie has none of that drug-laced lipstick harpies are known for on her lips, a whore’s tool that chemically induces lust, a tool you won’t ever be needing with Kylie.

          You put a hand to the back of Kylie’s head, to her long, platinum-blonde hair, and you slip the other down her back, to her brassiere. You have the straps popped in an instant, and when the bra falls quietly to the ground, you break your kiss and turn Kylie away from you. With her back to you, you stand between her splayed wings as you reach around her and put your hands to her breasts, and you crane your neck down and kiss her cheek as you grab two big, groping handfuls of her tits. Her pink nipples poke out from beneath her short, golden feathers, stiff and nubby, hot with arousal. Though her sizable, feathery breasts aren’t overly large like her mother’s, they’re perky and rounded. Well-shapen. Gods, her tits are an absolute delight to hold in your hands, and you can’t resist playing with them. It’s a joy to cup them in your palms and bounce them up and down, to fondle them and grope them and feel how the soft flesh yields pleasingly under your squeezing fingers. You decide to give her a surprise, and Kylie gasps when you pinch your thumbs and forefingers hard over her pink teats.

          “You’ve got great tits, sweetie,” you tell her in a raspy whisper, still kissing her cheek.

          “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispers back graciously, being the sweet, good-mannered girl she is.

          You remove your hands from Kylie’s tits and spin her to face you again, and you grab her and pull her into you, taking her into another deep, tonguing kiss. You reach down for her breeches and yank them down in one hard flourish, freeing her tight butt with a light jiggle, making her fully nude. You fill both of your hands with the firm cheeks of her feathery ass, and you sink your fingers into her butt as you grope her again, growling hungrily into your kiss. Again, her bottom isn’t half as blubbery as her mother’s. Kylie’s is cute and tight, not too firm, and perfectly soft. You rear one of your hands up before bringing it down hard, giving her rump a sharp swat, and Kylie reacts with another gasp as her ass jiggles from your spank. Gods, you really could just get onto your knees and sink your teeth into her delicious little butt . . . but you’ll save that for another night.

          “And a great ass,” you add between kisses. “Such a cute, tight little butt.”

          “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispers again.

          “You’re prettier than your mother, you know. Sexier too.”

          Kylie’s too humble to respond to that, but you know she’s thrilled to hear it. And it’s absolutely the truth. Your daughter might not have the weight to her curves that her fat-assed mother does, but you’d take Kylie over Sophie any day of the week . . . and that starts tonight.

          Grinning wickedly, you move one of your hands from her lovely ass to the thick, feathered root of her right wing, a few inches from where it joins her back, and you give it a firm squeeze. Her breath catches yet again at the rough touching of her ultra-sensitive flesh, and you almost burst into laughter. She’s like putty in your hands. An easy lover.

          It’s a long time before you tire of kissing and groping your sweet girl, but when you finally do, you break your lips from hers and pull away. As fun as it is to squeeze Kylie’s warm flesh in your hands, there’s yet many more ways her body can give you pleasure. Her pussy’s still waiting for you. “Get in bed,” you order her, and she quickly does as you ask.

          You pull your shirt over your head as Kylie sits on the edge of your cot. You put your hands to your pants and your hard, aching cock springs free when you drop them. Kylie’s eyes lock on your manhood, and – not at all to your surprise – the look in her gaze is a bit more of unease than it is of lust. She’s not her dumb slut of a mother, after all. She’s not a mindless, lustful bimbo receptive to any and all seduction and wooing. She’s wise enough to be nervous of what’s to come. But she’s young, and she’s your child. She idolizes you. She’ll do whatever you ask, and as much as you do truly love her, you intend to use that to your advantage. “Don’t be afraid, sweetie,” you assure her. “You’re my baby girl. This is where you belong, with me, in my bed.”

          She nods and lays down onto her back, folding her wings neatly beneath her. You swiftly climb into your cot with her and plant your knees beside her legs. Her thighs are held closed, and you’ll let her have that little bit of privacy – for now. You put each of your hands to your girl’s perky, fleshy tits, sinking your fingers deep into her soft breasts as you grope her. You give her boobs a few slaps and swats, watching her tit-flesh jiggle for your amusement, and she winces at the sharp pain of it. “Ow,” she squeaks.

          “Hush,” you tell her sternly. “I don’t want to hear any complaints tonight, understand?”

          “Yes, Daddy,” Kylie says hurriedly, and her words give you a swell of fatherly pride. She’s a good girl. A daddy’s girl.

          “Open your legs, sweetie,” you command her, and Kylie obeys you in an instant. A few beads of moisture have already begun to leak out from the tuft of short, golden feathers at her crotch. When you pry the feathers open with two fingers, the pink, virginal slit of your daughter’s teen pussy has nowhere to hide, and you drink up the sight of it. Nervous or not, she’s sopping wet, and her tight, puffy cunny looks ready and eager for her daddy’s thick cock. It’s perfect. A pink little pie ready to be filled with her father’s white cream. When you look closer, you’re greatly satisfied to find a thin, fleshy film guarding her tunnel. Her hymen. You already knew she’s a virgin, but . . . it’s nice to finally see it with your own eyes.

          “Adorable,” you coo to your girl as you ogle her wet slit. “You’ve got the cutest little cooch, you know that?”

          “Mhm,” Kylie hums shyly. She’s just happy you find her pleasing.

          You don’t ogle Kylie for long. You’ve got your eyes on the prize now, and it’s time to plant your flag. You scoot over a bit and put your knees down between your girl’s spread legs, and she meekly opens herself a bit wider for you. You give yourself a few quick strokes as you line up your long, throbbing prick against your daughter’s tight slit, and you give her pink cunt a few prods with your thick, swollen crown. “Ready, sweetie?” you ask her. “Ready to make Daddy happy?”

          A look of fear flashes in her gaze, but she nods to you all the same, never taking her eyes from yours. “Yes,” she whispers.

          “Your pussy’s aching, isn’t it, sweetie?” you ask her.

          “Yes,” she says again with another nod, and there’s a hint of whining desire in her voice. She wants this just as bad as you do . . . and you want it bad. Your cock twitches, hungry to break in its newest bitch, and Gods do you have a treat for it. You’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time. Kylie’s been a woman grown for a while now, but you wanted to take your time with her. You’ve been patient, and now, at last, she’s ready. It’s finally time to sate yourself, and you’ve got a great deal of pent-up lust to unfurl. You already know your girl’s pussy is going to smart by the time you’re done with it.

          You push the thick head of your cock into Kylie’s cunt, slipping between her plump outer folds, and it catches against her hymen for just a brief moment before tearing through. Her pink slit is forced to gape around your invading prick, and it widens incredibly to now accommodate your massive, aching manhood.

          “Open up, sweetie,” you grunt, as if your words can somehow goad your daughter’s snug snatch into letting you push your cock through it. “Let Daddy in.” Gods is she tight. The fear tensing her muscles makes her wet pussy seal vacuum-tight around your cock, showering your pecker in a hot, heavenly pleasure. Kylie squirms and writhes in pain beneath you, but that only makes her cunny squeeze tighter on your cock, doubling your bliss.

          “It hurts, Daddy,” she whimpers.

          “Quiet,” you snarl at her, your voice suddenly harshening.

          It isn’t anger darkening your tone, no, never, it’s just . . . lust. Crazed, unbridled lust. You rock Kylie’s body with deep, violent thrusts, forcing your cock through her tight cunt, groaning as you greedily ravage her.

          “You’re my baby girl – nngh – and you’re mine,” you grunt, fucking her harder and harder, groaning over her like a lecherous beast. “Your – rrgh – tight, teen pussy – damn – is mine. And when I cum inside you, your – nngh – womb will be mine too.”

          Kylie jams her eyes shut and nods, absorbing your words, and her legs open even wider for you, letting you claim her cunt nice and deep. She’s your bitch. She belongs to you. Her pussy is nothing more than a tight, wet hole for you to cum inside at every end of every long day, and she’ll get used to it before too long. She’s always been a quick learner.

          “Is my pussy good, Daddy?” she asks you after stifling a pained grunt, still holding her eyes shut. She’s already learning her place. It won’t be long before she gets just as much pleasure out of this as you do.

          “Very good, sweetie,” you groan. You crash your hips harder and harder into her, spearing your cock through her hot, gripping cunt, slapping your balls into her ass. You give her jiggling tits a few more rough slaps before pressing your weight down on her, squishing her breasts beneath you. “Tell me who your pussy belongs to, sweetie,” you whisper to her as you kiss her, exhaling your hot breath over her face.

          “You, Daddy,” she tells you obediently.

          “And what is it for, sweetie?”

          She doesn’t miss a beat. “For your cock, Daddy,” she cries out. “For squeezing your cock and making it feel good.”

          “Your womb, sweetie. Tell me.”

          “My womb is yours, Daddy. It’s for you to squirt your seed into and fill up with your cum.”

          Your lips curl into another grin. She’s such a better lay than her mother.

          You break your kiss and rise to your knees, and your manhood becomes a blur of motion as it plunders your girl’s cunt. You groan louder and louder, swelling with pleasure, and you grab Kylie’s shoulders as you near your finish. “I’m almost there, sweetie,” you grunt. “Clench down on me, sweetie. Squeeze your pussy on Daddy’s cock. Make it tight.”

          Though you never doubted she would, Kylie knows exactly how to do as you ask. She clenches her pussy down on your throbbing prick, and that extra bit of oomph is all you need to take flight. Your pleasure bursts into bliss, and your cock jumps and twitches inside your girl’s heat and wetness. The slit of your cockhead dilates as it spews out thick ropes of potent seed into your daughter, and they each flow through her cervix before finally settling in her fertile breeding ground. The first half-dozen spurts alone are enough to have her womb sloshing white with your spermy cum, and the spurts after those leave no doubt your seed will take root. You bellow out a hearty, animalistic roar as you empty the last of your load into Kylie, letting everyone in your camp know that you’re deflowering, defiling, and inseminating your firstborn child – and that you’re rather enjoying it, too.

          Only when the very last of your pleasure fades and your prick has half-softened do you finally pull yourself from your daughter’s freshly-deflowered cunt. The slit of Kylie’s sex, once pink and pristine, is now red and raw, bruised by your loving. It looks like it hurts. You probably could’ve gone a bit easier on your girl, but then it wouldn’t have felt as good for you, would it? And Kylie is your fuck-toy, after all. This is her duty to you. Her first night of many. The sooner she gets used to being your teen slut, the better off she’ll be. Besides, it won’t hurt as much next time.

          A thick glob of your white seed bubbles up from her red slit, and you quickly put the flat palm of your hand to her cunt, plugging the leak. “Raise your legs above your head, sweetie,” you tell her hurriedly. “Keep them there. Let my cum sit in your womb. We want my seed to find your egg, don’t we?”

          Kylie gives you a cute little nod. “Yes, Daddy,” she says sweetly. She raises her legs high and locks her hands under her knees to hold them there. The frothy river of your seed flows back down her cunt and pools with the rest of it inside her womb.

          You scoot over by Kylie’s head and dangle your half-erect cock beside her lips. “Now suck me clean, sweetie,” you order her.

          Your cock is slick with your seed and smells strongly of the musks of both man and woman, but Kylie is far past the point of denying you. She obediently puckers her lips and pushes them down your cock, nursing on your length as she sucks you off noisily. She thrusts her plumped lips down your crown and takes you to the back of her throat as she suckles you and licks your cock clean of your cum. She winces at the strong, salty taste of your seed, but she manages not to retch or gag, and her surprising skill pulls a sudden, breathy groan from your lungs as your cock begins to harden once more. It doesn’t take you long to decide that you want her to do more than clean you.

          You put your hands to the back of her head and start bobbing her down aggressively onto your cock. “Hollow your cheeks, sweetie,” you instruct her. “Suck tight, and keep licking the head.”

          Kylie does just as you bid, and in moments you’ve got your daughter sucking you just how you want her to. Your cock is rock-hard again, but it won’t be for long, as only moments pass before Kylie’s puckered lips and flicking tongue have you cumming again. You’re silent this time as your second orgasm hits you, and you give your girl no warning. Your load spurts out sudden and thick onto Kylie’s tongue and she jerks in surprise, but you keep her head pressed down onto your length, preventing her from pulling off. Your twitching pecker layers her tongue with more seed and even spurts as far to paint the back of her throat with white, but you still don’t hear her gulp to take it down.

          “You have to swallow it, Kylie,” you urge her matter-of-factly. You won’t be taking your cock from her mouth until she does.

          At last you hear her gulp as she takes your thick, salty cum down her throat. Her face twists in blatant disgust, but she dutifully swallows the whole lot of your load, down to the very last drop.

          You slip your cock from your daughter’s lips with a pop and put your hands to her legs, urging them down, letting her lay flat. Your seed flows in a thick, white stream from Kylie’s pussy, but you’re far too tired to bother with it. You’ll clean it later. You lay beside your girl – mindful of the sharp talons on her feet – and you pull the furs up over the both of you, putting your arms firm around her as you pull her against you, sharing in the heat of your bodies. Kylie sighs as she rests her head on your chest. You peer down at her, but the sun is gone now and it’s too dark to see her face. You don’t know if her expression is pained or peaceful, but—

          —“I love you, Daddy,” Kylie whispers, taking you by surprise and breaking the silence.

          You smile and sigh gently. “And I love you, sweetie,” you whisper back as you close your eyes.

          . . .

          It’s been a long, frustrating day, and it’s already dusk by the time you return home. It’s quiet in the center of your camp, the softly crackling campfire being the only sound to be heard. Your young ones, Nati, Ave, Laya, and Kian must have already been put to bed. Just as you begin to wonder where she is, a few flaps of her wings are the only heads-up you’re given before Kylie descends from the sky and thumps onto the ground beside you, planting her sharp talons into the earth.

          “Hi, Daddy,” she greets you softly and sweetly. “I’m glad you’re home.” When you turn your head and look to her, she beams you a bright, sunny smile, her gray eyes glowing, her full lips curled up, her white teeth shining. Her waist-length, white-blonde hair is smoother than you’ve ever seen it – she must’ve spent the better part of the day brushing it – and she twirls a lock of it with her forefinger as she smiles at you, happy as can be. She’s always ecstatic when you come home, and that hasn’t changed now that you’ve taken her virginity. Your sweet girl still loves you as much as life itself, and becoming just as much your teenaged wife as she is your teenaged daughter hasn’t changed that. You can’t imagine anything ever will.

          But even as Kylie shines you a joyful smile, you don’t smile back. Your mood is too sour for that. Instead, you wordlessly reach between her legs and cup the crotch of her breeches in your hand. It’s hot . . . and a bit damp. Good. She’s ready for you. Kylie flinches when your hand touches her crotch, but she doesn’t backpedal or move to flee your touch. Her smile vanishes, chased away by a near-pouting expression of sweet, doe-eyed innocence. Gods does that look get you riled up. It starts a blazing fire in your loins – a fire that burns just as hot as the one five feet away from you – and entices you to pin Kylie beneath you, pry open her legs, and pummel her pussy until it’s sore. At this point, Kylie probably knows it does.

          You take Kylie’s hand in yours and storm towards your tent with her in tow. When you’re inside, you send Kylie to your cot with a light, guiding shove to her back and a sharp cracking spank to her ass, hard enough to make her tight cheeks jiggle through her breeches. It might have hurt worse than you intended, and it might leave a mark on her cute bum, but that’s alright. It’ll remind her who she belongs to. Not that Kylie needs that reminder. She’s a daddy’s girl, she knows it, and she’s proud of it.

          Kylie backpedals and eases herself down into your cot, lying on her back across it as she tucks her wings beneath her. Strange how feathered wings that large can fold so easily and so neatly, but it’s probably a long-developed trait. Harpies spend a great deal of time flat on their backs, after all. You wouldn’t doubt it if Kylie’s slut of a mother has spent more of her waking hours on her back than she has on her feet.

          You slip out of your clothes one piece at a time as you stride over to your cot. Kylie plucks off her brassiere and tosses it away, her hands soon finding and cupping her perky breasts and teasing her pink teats, but she stops at that, knowingly leaving you the honor of tearing away her breeches.

          “Got that pussy wet for me?” you ask as you reach for her, though you already know the answer. You grab the waistband of her breeches and roughly yank them down, pulling them down her long legs and off her talon-clad feet.

          “Mhm,” she meekly hums in response. Once you’ve got her breeches off her, her legs open and spread wide for you, and you promptly stand between them.

          “Good.”

          “Come here, sweetie,” you grunt as you grab Kylie’s legs. “Give me that pussy.” You yank her towards you, pulling her open crotch closer to the edge of your cot and bringing her plump, gold-feathered pussy mound to your long, turgid prick. You raise her legs and place her ankles over your shoulders, and Kylie reaches her hand down and spreads her cunny-feathers for you, obediently offering you her pink, youthful slit. You prod your swollen cockhead against her pussy, and Kylie gasps when she feels it. Using only your hips, you rub your crown up and down her wet gash, moistening yourself with your daughter’s abundant natural lubricant. Her vagina itself is just a tiny, nearly-undetectable hole on the bottom of the pink slit of her vulva, and just from looking at it, it’s obvious how tight a fit it is. It’s hard to believe you can even squeeze your cock inside that tiny thing, but you’ve made damn sure you can, haven’t you? Kylie does a great job of getting wet for you – or is it you that does a good job of getting her wet? – and she’s only getting wetter the more you tease your crown against her, working her until she’s absolutely bubbling with her frothy lust and your cockhead is wet with a sheen of it.

          Kylie breathes a girlish, wanton whine as you tease her young cunny with your cock, and that prompts you to turn your gaze upwards and meet her eyes. “What you want me to do, sweetie?” you ask flatly.

          That’s the best part of this. You could fuck Kylie silly and make her teen twat sore on your own whims if you so desired, but knowing your beloved girl wants it as bad as you, that just makes it all the better.

          “I want you to fuck my sweet little pussy.”

          “Atta girl,” you coo as you lovingly squeeze her thighs at your hips.

          ‘Sweet little pussy,’ that’s new. It’s somewhat clumsy, but hey, this is only the third day since you deflowered her, and this’ll only be the seventh time you’ve fucked her; three times in the morning, and this’ll be the fourth time at night. She’ll get better at the dirty talk before long. Kylie’s observant. Soon enough she’ll know exactly what to say to get you rock-hard. She’s already better at it than her mother.

          There’s no need for foreplay, no wooing ritual you have to waste your time with. Kylie’s your fucktoy slut, and she and her pussy are always yours for the taking. You ease your hips forward. Kylie’s pink, sticky slit holds you off for only a short moment before yielding, allowing your cockhead to burrow inside and disappear within her as it invades her teen pussy’s tunnel. Right away, despite how soaking wet and snugly tight she is, it’s the heat of Kylie that strikes you. She’s so hot inside, just wonderfully warm. Her pussy is a pure pleasure to sheath your pecker inside; the perfect little hole to snuggle you and bask your length in warmth, the perfect place for your cock to call home. You and Kylie sigh together as your cock eases into her, her squeezing, near-virginal walls gripping against every last inch as they push through. Your swollen, flared cockhead is what’s gripped tightest inside her, and the sensation is strong enough to make your loins tingle. A bead of pre-seed worms its way up your cock and out of your slit before oozing inside Kylie and swimming away in her sea of moisture.

          Eager to get truly started, you squeeze Kylie’s thighs in your hands as you quickly start hammering away, pushing in and out, withdrawing your entire cock on the back-end of every thrust – to the point that the tip of your crown is all that still tickles her slit – before plunging it all back in. Kylie’s soaked pussy makes quiet, wet-sounding squelches as you pound it, and Kylie pouts her lips and gives whimpers and whines as she just lies there and accepts your assault on her cunny, happily letting her father have his way with her body and violate the most sacred of her young flesh.

          Damn . . . there’s just nothing better than coming home and getting inside your girl’s hot pussy. All the hardships of the day are already out of your mind, chased away by joy, bliss, and pleasure. Kylie’s little hole is so easy to just empty your frustrations into, just as sure as you’ll soon empty your balls in it. There’s just no doubting it anymore. Kylie – your own firstborn daughter – gives you the best sex you’ve ever had. That realization flushes you with a strange sense of wrongness, and you briefly knit your brow to try and reason out why that could possibly be, but you think of nothing, and that feeling of wrongness is washed away by much stronger feelings of love and adoration for your sweet, sweet daughter. How could this be wrong? The sensations of plowing Kylie’s teenaged cunt are just divine, and the love you feel for her – the love you’ve always felt for her, as well as the love she’s always felt for you – is stronger than anything in this world. This isn’t wrong. This is right. Oh, oh so right.

          “Does it feel good inside my pussy, Daddy?” Kylie asks, reading the pleasure on your groaning face.

          “It feels amazing, sweetie,” you answer.

          “I’m glad,” she says, smiling. Sweet girl. “I thought about you all day, Daddy,” she adds as you continue pounding her, and she lets her tit-teasing hands fall to each side of her on your cot.

          “Is that so?” you grunt, hammering your hips into her thighs. “Did you touch yourself when you did?”

          “Yes . . . but I only rubbed it. I didn’t put my finger inside it.”

          Your brow furrows. “Why not?” you ask.

          “My pussy isn’t for my finger. It’s only for your cock, Daddy.”

          You can’t help but chuckle. “Good girl,” you coo to her.

          That wasn’t a teaching of yours. You’d never even thought of that, but that’s smart. It might not make much of a physical difference to keep the finger away, but it does make an emotional one. It’s a reminder of her submission, of who she serves. And Kylie thought of it all on her own. Kylie’s been your slut for less than a week, but she’s already thinking of new methods of dominance – or, for her, new methods of submission – that you hadn’t. Gods, you’re so proud of Kylie, just for everything, always. She’s the perfect daughter. You’re not sure if you deserve her, but you have her, and you won’t take her for granted. She’s sweet, she’s demure, she’s good-mannered, she’s respectful, and better yet . . . she worships you. She’s tall, she’s gorgeous, she’s youthful, she’s sexy, and best of all . . . she’s a great fuck.

          “You love being Daddy’s teen slut, don’t you, sweetie?” you ask her as you start slamming into her with much harder thrusts, emboldened by a new flush of fatherly pride. You clap your hips into Kylie’s open crotch hard enough to make her lose her breath, and to make her delightfully perky C-cups bounce and jiggle on her chest.

          “Yes,” she moans.

          “Say it, Kylie. Say what you love.”

          “I love – unh – being your – ah – teen slut, Daddy.”

          “Your pussy just doesn’t feel right without me inside it, does it?”

          “No, Daddy.”

          Eager to give her father more pleasure – and not needing your command to do so – Kylie starts working her pelvic muscles around you, tightening her pussy around your member, clenching herself on your cock. You were already getting close to your finish, and the added pleasure is too much to bear. Your cock swells inside Kylie as your orgasm nears, and that only serves to double the friction and hasten your coming climax. You clutch Kylie’s legs tighter against you, savoring their feathery softness and their warmth as your thrusting and breath quickens. “Where should I cum, sweetie?” you ask her, near-breathlessly, as you meet her eyes.

          “Inside me,” she says. “Cum inside my pussy, Daddy.”

          “Good girl,” you coo to her again. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

          With one final, hilting thrust, you bottom out into Kylie with a groan, and heat and pleasure crashes over you. Your balls rhythmically tighten as your manhood twitches inside her and spurts out your load; rope after rope of thick, white seed that runs like a river through her cunt and swims through her cervix. Kylie’s fingers coil as she grabs two fistfuls of the bedsheet wrapped around your cot, and she clenches her pussy as tight as she can while you cum inside her, making your breath-stealing, shoulder-shaking orgasm even stronger. Your cock twitches and shudders again and again, spewing yet more spunk inside its mate, until Kylie’s fertile womb is drowned by your no-less-fertile seed and her innermost walls are washed with white.

          When the last of your orgasm fades, your knees begin to wobble, your legs numbed and weakened by the pleasure. You slowly draw your hips back, pulling your cock out of Kylie’s cunt one gradual inch at a time, and you can’t help but sigh a quick breath when your cockhead pops out of her slit. A thick, clumpy glob of your white seed soon drools out of her tunnel – which still holds un-gaped, despite the beating you just gave it – but you dumped more than enough inside her to know that plenty still sits in her womb, and the sight of it leaving her doesn’t disturb you. You release Kylie’s legs and lower them from your shoulders, and she quickly shifts sideways and lies proper in your cot as she makes room for you to join her, and that you do. You lie beside her and put your arm around her as you nuzzle your head against hers, and it’s in perfect timing, as the last of the sun’s light has finally drawn back from your tent, leaving you and your freshly-fucked girl in the darkness of the night.

          This time it’s Kylie who grabs the furs and pulls them up onto the both of you, and she makes sure you’re just as covered as she is before snuggling against you and sighing happily. “I love you, Daddy,” she whispers, and her tone is markedly different from the first time she said it after you’d bedded her. It’s more . . . relaxed. Less timid . . . and more tranquil.

          You smile when you hear her, your lips curling far higher than they did that first, fateful night. “I love you more,” you whisper back.
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