by Adrian Amos
I swallow and nod, trusting daddy but too afraid to say anything that might break my voice.
Daddy holds his fingers inside me for a few more seconds before beginning his descent. His latex fingers gently break me wider, pushing my walls apart as they fight to make their way in. My eyes continue to squeeze together as flashes of pain cross my body. It's nothing too strong, but it's scary nonetheless. I guess I'm just a big chicken.
Maybe that's it. Maybe that's why it felt so painful with my boyfriend. Because I'm such a chicken when it comes to my body, I run away when anything becomes too strong.
Daddy isn't relenting, gradually penetrating me with his thick fingers, pushing them to the second knuckle, and then finally piercing me up to his hand, his fingers swallowed by my compact cunt.
I gasp, a smile etching on my face. It hurts a little, but I'm way more excited to let daddy's fingers all the way inside me. I can feel them wiggling, stroking my back walls.
“I like it, daddy.”
“Good. Now daddy's going to fuck you, okay? You ready?”
“Yes, daddy. Fuck me with your fingers.”
His fingers slide out, my tight pussy closing around them as they recede. He pushes back in, forcing my cunt to open up again. It's still tight and painful, but daddy's fingers against my walls mix the pain with pleasure, trading grimaces with sudden smiles. He pulls out and drags his fingers along my roof, sending a shock wave through me.
I groan. “Oh, daddy, that feels good.”
Daddy doesn't respond, merely picking up his pace, accelerating his hands, driving his fingers in faster and deeper. The more he pushes into me, the more the pain subsides as my body relaxes and accepts daddy.
“Did your boyfriend do this to you?”
I shake my head. “No, daddy, he just stuck it in.”
“He didn't get you ready. Daddy knows how to get you ready.”
“Yes, daddy. I like how your fingers feel inside my pussy.”
“Daddy's just got to get his little girl excited so she's not so tense. I'm going to fuck this little body till you come hard.”
“Come?” Could he really do it? Could he really make me orgasm?
“Yeah, baby. Coming will help you loosen up a lot more. Right now, you're too tight for a dick.”
I blush. “Daddy!” I whine, embarrassed at his nasty words.
“It's true, now lay back and be quiet.” Daddy's left hand reaches up and grabs my tit, squeezing it hard as he finger fucks me. He crushes it in his grip, syncing it up with his thrusts, compressing as he goes in, releasing as he pops out. He places the nipple between two knuckles, sliding it back and forth, tightening around it and shooting electricity down my spine.
“Open up for daddy, babycakes.” His fingers slam deep into my cunt. “Open that pussy wide.” He clamps down on my nipple as he drives his fingers deep inside, the slosh of my juices loud and unforgiving. I'm so wet that I can feel the splash as his hand launches into me.
“Oh fuck. Yes, daddy, yes, yes!”
My words get daddy going, and soon his mouth finds it's way to my clit, sucking it in and devouring the spongy nub. He latches on, drinking it up like a straw, maneuvering it with the tight pressure between his lips.
Daddy twisting my nipple, nibbling on my clit, and finger fucking me deep in the cunt overwhelms my body, and I realize I no longer feel any pain. It's all pure pleasure, all driven by daddy's control over my body, and the sudden revelation sparks the energy building in the mound above my pussy.
The nasty hot feeling in my body that daddy put there begins to rumble and shake, charging up like an active volcano. It rattles in my guts, and I begin to moan so loud it borders on screaming. I can't control it, it's becoming so powerful my body sputters and aches to be freed, and the intense pleasure spills out in insuppressible shouts of ecstasy.
“Oh no, daddy, oh no!”
And just like that, in a whirlwind of action, the floodgates are released and my body feels the full force of an orgasm tearing through it. I cry out, my body spasming as daddy's fingers continue to pound my muscles spasms deeper still, spreading the retching orgasm down every limb. Daddy holds my hips still with his mouth, using my clit between his lips as a lever to control my body.
My lower back moves in waves as pulses travel up and down it. I buck my hips into daddy's mouth, which he takes in stride as he continues to suck on my clit. My body is so sensitive I'm paralyzed by the constant attention on it.
But I don't have to worry about that for long.
My orgasm drives daddy crazy.
“You're ready, baby, you're ready.”
Ready for what?
Daddy stands and in the fastest I've ever seen him move, undoes his pants and drops them to his ankles. His cock his straining as it stands almost vertical, throbbing as blood pumps excitedly through it.
He leans over me—my legs still in the air and spread open—maneuvers his cock downwards, and with the easiest push ever, inserts the entire length of his shaft straight into my aching cunt.
I scream. Not from pain, but from an overwhelming pleasure that drags along my walls. My cunt is so sensitive as my orgasm's yet to dissipate.
“Oh, you're so thick, daddy!”
But daddy doesn't care. He groans as my tight cunt hugs his cock, but he pulls back and slams his dick into me, skewering me with his full weight.
But that weight is made more intense as daddy lies down on top of me, his chest crushing my tits as his mouth makes its way to mine. His kiss is passionate, his tongue entering my mouth, fiercely tasting mine, completely consumed by lust.
Daddy grunts, growling into my ear as he bites my neck and proceeds to lift his hips and drop his dick deep down his daughter's cunt.
Daddy's an animal who just saw a woman orgasm, a woman vulnerable and shaken, overcome by her arousal. He's no longer in control of himself. The only thing he wants now is to fill her up and come inside her willing pussy. It doesn't matter if it's his daughter.
He drives his hips smoothly into me, feeding me his entire length. I'm forced to wrap my arms around daddy's back, holding on for dear life so I don't slide up the bed from the sheer power of his thrusts. Daddy wraps his arms around me as well, squeezing me tightly as he uses by body as leverage to empower his hips.
My pussy aches, my body weak and shattered, but daddy fucks his little girl with abandon, holding her still with his body and brutally fucking her cunt with no remorse.
And she can't get enough of it!
“Oh fuck me, daddy. Fuck me with your big dick!”
“Take this dick, babycakes. Take it, because daddy's going to come deep in you.”
“Oh my god, daddy! No, you can't come inside me!” I don't know why I fight it, but the words themselves arouse me to say them.
“Daddy's going to fill you up, little girl, and there's nothing you can do about it!”
From comfort to domination, daddy's transformation turns me on, and I starts to grind into his cock as he bangs into me. I can feel it, I can feel the obsession my body has with daddy's dick.
It's eating at me.
I want him inside me.
I want him to fuck me.
I want him to come inside me.
“Do it, daddy. Fill me up.”
“That's right, you're going to take it all.”
Daddy rams his full length into me, and after grunting a few strokes, his cock pulses. One, two, and then the third unleashes a tidal wave of thick, gooey cum, blasting a hot shot up inside me. I scream as daddy's warmth fills me up, laying my head back as his cock continues to spill his seed.
He twitches and lays down on top of me, comforting me again with the weight of his body. I snuggle deep into daddy's body heat, enjoying the close touch of him as my pussy quivers with his cock still inside.
I squeeze around his cock and realize it's no longer painful.
“Wow, daddy, you did it! It doesn't hurt anymore.”
“That's good, babycakes. I don't
think you're problem's solved, not quite yet.”
“What do you mean?”
He gives me a kiss. “Your condition might be chronic, so your doctor is suggesting to keep up a regimen of dick to help stretch you out.”
I laugh, showing mock concern. “Oh my gosh! How long do I have to keep coming in for treatment?”
He smirks. “Like any disease worth it's salt, this requires a lifetime of treatment.”
I squeeze around his cock once more, biting my lip as I contemplate just how often I'm going to need treatment. It might just have to be a daily regimen.
- - -
Daddy's the King
My heart's aflutter as I carry myself down the hallways of the castle. I'm in a thigh-high, cream dress, which has been all the rage through the royal courts over the last few years.
I have to look my best after all. I can't go underdressed.
I've been summoned by the new king. Summoned to appear in the throne room, summoned to stand before him to accept my new title.
Summoned by my stepfather.
I imagine it'll be peaceful transfer of power. As it would be my right, since I am the only one of my family left with direct lineage to our forebears.
Mother died a few weeks ago, a terrible affliction that left her stricken for days before passing. I will admit I didn't care. There wasn't much love between us. She treated me like a royal daughter, rather than her true blood daughter. To see her pass was... well, more sweet than bitter. If anything, I came to realize her passing would give way to my ascension to the crown.
I'd be queen rather than princess.
Since then, though, the king, my stepfather, has been holding the throne, watching over the kingdom. Weeks had passed where he made no effort to give me my birthright.
He deserved none of it, and I had made sure to let him know last night. He was only king by marriage, not fit by blood to truly rule our kingdom. I am old enough to sit on the throne, and I deserve my destiny.
He... well, I'm not sure how he took it. He was quiet the whole time, and when I'd finished my rant, he merely nodded and said, “I will call you in a day.” And then he left the room.
I was livid, but I quickly calmed myself because at the very least, the reality was out in the air and now he had no choice but to address it. Publicly, it would seem, as the throne room is always full to the brim with diplomats and merchants and all sorts of couriers seeking favor.
But when I finally turn through the massive stone arches, the room is empty, save for my stepfather sitting on the dais, comfortable on his throne. I slow my gait, focusing on elegance as I travel the red carpet down the center of the room. I hear the doors creak shut behind me as the guards leave us to our privacy.
Below the dais, I curtsy before the king.
My proper etiquette is forgotten the moment I open my mouth. “Daddy, what is the meaning of this? Why is no one else here?”
“We may be private now, but you take a tone with me.”
I lower my head, and as sincere sounding as I can manage, I say, “I apologize.”
“I have thought over your proposal. It seems you are correct.”
My eyes beam. “Truly?!”
He nods. “The kingdom needs royal blood to guide it. I know the people love me...”
I chafe at this. It is true: the people do love him. The man was born a low noble and has a strange affection for the people. My mother and I, on the other hand, have always kept a distance between us and the lower folk.
“...but I don't believe they'd be willing to accept me as their sole king.”
My eyes narrow. “Were you contemplating being a sole king?”
He smirks, a snake-like curl I'd never seen from the man. As I told you, he is affable and courteous. This smile of ulterior motive is concerning. “Princess, I more than contemplated. I envisioned it as true.”
Before I can speak, he raises his hand. “That aside, I know my words are losing their luster among the people after no more than a few weeks of power. The people are growing concerned, and I'm not so foolish as not to notice.”
“Not foolish at all,” I chime in.
He squints. “No, which is why I shall give you a piece of my power.”
“A piece?! You must be joking me.”
His anger flares. “I assure you, I am not!”
I back down, knowing my power in this situation is not the strongest. It may be my birthright, but he has control at the moment, and any further insolence may draw his ire.
I speak up once more. “I need not a guardian. I am old enough to manage on my own.”
He chuckles. “Princess, I did not say as your guardian. I meant as your husband.”
My mouth hangs for the briefest second before I scoff. “No offense, daddy, but you are pulling my leg. You're my stepfather...”
I fail to continue that line of logic, and he knows exactly why. It has been quite common in our history for family members to marry each other to ensure purity. It is not at all out of the ordinary for a princess to marry her stepfather, and to claim anything other would make me appear foolish.
But that doesn't mean I'd willingly accept it. I shake my head. “No, I will do no such thing. The throne is rightfully mine. All I would need to do is address the people and they'd know it to be true and would immediately call for your head.”
Daddy gently nods. “True. That could happen, but just as likely, they could turn on you, realizing now would be the chance to install someone they actually care for. You could have a full blown revolt on your hands that your guards could not—or possibly—would not resist.”
I wave my hand. “Minor, at best.”
“Or,” he says, “I could come out and tell the lower folk how you are not true blood at all.”
I shake my head incredulously. “What do you mean?”
“I knew your mother better than anyone. Your father was royal lineage, and your mother a distant duchess. Having a true blood daughter made her true blood in the eyes of the law. But“—he taps his chin—“your mother was not a loyal woman. She had dalliances outside our lawful union, and I only assume...”
I shake my head. “No...”
“...that her dalliances extended far into the past.”
I could scream, call him a liar and be done with it, but a part of me knows that everything he said is in the realm of possibility. When I said there was no love lost between my mother and I, I meant it. Something as devious as infidelity would be—as she would have framed it—her prerogative, making her quite capable of tainting the kin line...
Oh my god! Is it truly possible that I am not of royal lineage? Could my mother have damned me? It would be just like her if she did.
“How could you prove something like that?” I ask.
He shrugs. “I do not know. I haven't delved too far into it, for your sake.”
“Spare me your false concern,” I scowl.
“But all I would have to do is raise the possibility. A king, an authority on all things the past queen, would be a strong witness, especially as I can at least prove the queen's infidelities as they relate to myself. I think the people would be champing at the bit to take the hypothetical past as truth. They haven't had a good royal execution in a hundred years.”
I swallow. The one thing that differentiates the lowborn from the royals is their inherent desire for animal urges. They are beasts, and if they get the scent of blood... of false royal blood...
“Princess, none of this must pass. You see”—the king descends from the dais to stand before me—“we can overcome both of our faults by working together. As much as I believe I could prevail over you and seize the throne for myself, I'd be gambling on a future I do not know.”
He places his hand on my slender neck, which makes me shiver. “But with you by my side”—he leans in to whisper—“and a baby inside you, there would be no one to deny us.”
My face heats up. “A baby?”
“A beautiful young woman like yo
urself; you didn't think I'd never lust for you? I had an insufferable wife who betrayed me and showed me no love, and all that time, I had a sexier, younger version of her within arms reach.” His hand caresses my cheek as he turns my eyes toward his. “I kept my loyalty to your mother, but I fantasized about you every night. You have her coldness, but you have a far greater sense of right and wrong.”
His words are like a balm, a numbing agent keeping me from thinking too hard. I'd never been this close to a man before: his tall figure before me, his large hand pressed against my face, the warmth of his body more apparent than its ever been.
I know he's manipulating me on some level. He might be telling me the truth, he might have truly thought of me as he jerked himself every night, but he knows I'm a virgin who's never been allowed to even get close to another man. His touch is like fire on my skin, which seems to paralyze my faculties as I look into his dark eyes.
I'd never thought of him before, but in this moment, I feel small in front of him. I have to turn my head straight up to look at his face this close, and his hand dwarfs my cheek.
“I-I can't,” I mutter.
“Sure you can. Just let daddy run things.”
Am I going to sell my kingdom for sex? I know I don't have any other choice, really, but that's what it feels like. I know if I ran away right now, all daddy would have to do is spread the rumor of my illegitimacy and I'd be doomed. I couldn't imagine for a second being capable of defending myself in the public court, not against a man with more political experience than I've currently been alive.
But the possibility to gain what I wish is real. “You'd give me my station?”
“Princess,” he coos, “I'd make you more queen than you could ever manage on your own. But no gift comes without a price.”
“What price?” I ask.
“If you want your station, then you submit to me.”
“What do you mean?”
“As queen, you'll have all the power you can desire outside our room, but in our bedroom, with just the two of us, you'll have no power whatsoever.”
