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Winters in Relonia were harsh and long in the God-Eater's absence, and that did not change after his return. Although Bren could have used his powers to force a more mild winter, he knew there were better areas to focus his skills. The people of Relonia were used to and prepared for the three months of snow and darkness, so Bren focused instead on making the winter crops last, destroying the sneaking snow vermin that always tried to spoil the stores, and, of course, on daily fucking his now well-pregnant fourteen-year-old daughter.
Pregnancy suited Lilianna immensely. Her immortality let her keep her girlish figure save for a small bump that housed the first of her father's daughter's daughters. Lily beamed with such joy at carrying her father's daughter inside her that she positively glowed. Pregnancy sickness never touched her, and the only pains she had were swollen breasts which her father hungrily, happily sucked and massaged to her aching relief.
The cold stone corridors meant more cuddling and lingering ever longer in bed, but for Bren it also had a severe down-side. No more did Lillianna wear thin, gauzy silk gowns that emphasized her youthful, feminine figure. To keep warm during the harsh winter, she hid her perfect body in fur cloaks and heavy wools, depriving Bren of one of his favorite past times—watching his daughter's body move beneath her silk gowns, undressing her with his eyes, turning her wholesome outward innocence into absolute sexual depravity with just one look.
And so when, on an afternoon so cold and bleak that the sun never burst through the snowclouds, Lilianna appeared in the King's drawing room wearing only a thin silk gown that appeared to be spun from the very sunset itself, he dropped his quill in surprise.
Lilianna was cold; there was no denying that. Her nipples stood out proudly against the thin silk and there were puffs of condensation in the air as she breathed. Yet there she stood, looking and smelling like a spring flower in the dead of winter. Her golden hair was freshly washed and shining brightly in the firelight, spilling luxuriously over one shoulder, the other side done up with jewel encrusted combs. After allowing Bren a few moments of surprise to drink in her unexpected summertime warmth, she curtsied to the king and slowly approached, bringing her tantalizing curves and flowery sweet scent closer. “Happy birthday, Daddy,” she whispered.
She was trembling now with cold and want as she stood before Bren, her body an untapped sexual nerve, aching to be touched and undone.
Bren's blood was fire in his veins; the cold a distant memory at the sight of his budding daughter. Birthdays were not a thing he burdened himself with, though Lilianna taking it upon herself to remember touched him deeply. She was the perfect gift like this: eight-months pregnant with his daughter, draped in the finest silk, freshly washed and scrubbed, scented with delicate, feminine oils, her hair cascading like a waterfall over her bare shoulders.
Savagely hungry to unwrap his gift, Bren grabbed Lilianna's thin, naked arm and dragged her close, crushing her mouth to his in a brutal, possessive kiss, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. They fucked every day, two or three times if not more, but the last three months had been in bed, buried under warm quilts.
Bren finally broke away from her mouth and began placing hot, wet kisses on her slender white neck, working his way down to suck her hard, swollen nipples through the silk.
She gasped, orgasming immediately at the feel of her father's mouth on her bare skin. “D-daddy! Use me,” she begged. “Strip me naked, make me service you, here on the cold flagstone floor, make me endure! Daddy! I'll do anything for you!”
Bren roared his approval and forced his tiny girl down on her knees. His cock sprang forth from the tight confines of his trousers and within seconds he had a fistful of Lilianna's jewel-encrusted hair in his hand and was forcing his burning hot cock down her too-small throat.
Her liquid blue eyes stared adoringly up at him as he abused and wrecked her face. Her tiny hands clutched her father's massive shaft, fighting against the orgasms that rolled through her to palm his massive balls and stroke him as he facefucked her.
“Lily, Lily, my girl, my beautiful baby girl,” Bren moaned unkindly slamming his massive length down her throat, shuddering in delight at the way her neck bulged to contain his girth.
He was rough and fast with her, unable to help himself in the view of such perfect delicate, feminine beauty. She was melting ice under his burning love fury and he dominated her utterly with his brute strength and sweat and filth.
Lilianna stared adoringly up at her father as he savagely abused her little throat until the orgasms and pleasure got too much and her eyes rolled back as she gave herself over to him utterly.
The sight of Lilianna swooning in sexual delight as Bren slammed twelve thick inches of cock down her throat was too much and, gripping her tiny little shoulders, Bren unloaded, exploding thick hot ropes of cum down his daughter's throat canal, filling her stomach with his burning seed, warming her from the inside with his potent God-load.
When he pulled out, he found the fire in his veins had not dimmed in the slightest. For a moment he drank in the view of Lilianna gasping on her knees, sucking in cold, precious air as she rode wave after wave of residual orgasms, feasting off the power and satisfaction emanating from her father. Her body quaked in sexual ecstasy making the silken sunset dress that clung to her like a second skin almost more erotic and sensual than her naked form.
Almost.
There was nothing in the world more perfectly formed than Lilianna's naked, eternally fourteen-year-old body and after months of making love under blankets, in dim firelight, Bren was hungry to see it.
Lilianna opened her eyes as Bren reached down and tore the silk garment from her body, sending jewels and beads skittering across the drawing room. Sitting back in his massive oak chair, Bren dragged the tiny girl to her feet so he could drink in the full sight of her naked, pregnant body, and watch the way she resisted shivering against the cold.
“My beautiful virgin baby,” Bren growled, appreciatively.
“Daddy,” she mewled, aching to be stretched and filled. She crawled into his lap, a tiny thing, and grabbed his massive shaft with her petite little hands. “I want you to w-womb fuck me,” she begged, shuddering with orgasms just saying it. “It's been so long... Fill me up completely; grow your cock inside me, Daddy, please... fill your little girl utterly... utterly...”
Bren gripped Lilianna's hips, forcefully manhandling her like a doll, until her virgin cunt was lined-up over his massive twelve-inch cock, and then, without prep or warning, he very roughly force-slammed her down onto it, splitting her apart, ripping through her hymen and that cunt that forever would be as tight as it was the day she turned fourteen.
She cried out in surprised orgasmic bliss and Bren began harshly dragging her up and down his cock like a human flesh sleeve, moaning as her tiny body tried to revert to virginity even as he thrust back inside her.
“I l-love you, Daddy!” Lilianna gasped. “And our little girl will love you, too, just like this. Oh! She'll be unable to stop from falling in love with you. She'll worship you just as I do! Ohhh, Daddy, paint my insides white with your cum. Make our baby girl crave your seed from the moment she's born.”
“My baby girl, my virgin baby girl,” he growled, thrusting up into her wet tight heat even as he dragged her up and down his cock at the same time. He had resisted womb-fucking his daughter while she was pregnant, worried for some reason that he would hurt their unborn daughter.
Now, as the head of his cock knocked at his daughter's most secret, inner erogenous place and she began to dilate in sobbing orgasmic euphoria for him he truly realized the depths of the powers of being the God-Eater; the high king; the conquer of prophecies.
There was nothing he couldn't do.
Soon Lilianna was screaming out her orgasms as her tight virginal body opened impossibly more to house her father's growing length. She sobbed in joyous ecstasy, completely overcome with a typhoon of orgasms as his thick cockhead breached the tight inner ring of her cervix. She could no longer breathe for the power of the orgasms slamming into her virginal body, heightened immensely after going so long without being used so fully.
And still Bren fucked and grew inside his daughter, stretching to fill her, his powers shielding and protecting the daughter also housed in that impossibly tight, hot chamber.
“DADDY!” Lilianna screamed, her entire body trembling and shaking as he grew inch after inch to fill her diminutive frame. “DADDY! DADDY!!!!” Her tiny nails attempted to pierce his thick skin to no avail. Her little legs twisted and shook with her orgasms, unable to find purchase as Bren kept using her like a ragdoll, dragging her ever harder and faster up and down his growing cock, giving her exactly what she wanted and so much more.
How many inches he gained inside his virgin daughter's pregnant womb he could not say, only that it was very many. He grew to the very, very edge of Lilianna's breaking point, first in inches, then in centimeters, down to millimeters until the girl's tongue hung out of her mouth as if to make more room and she groaned and gasped, unable to breathe, unable to speak, unable to move, unable to do anything but orgasm harder than she'd ever orgasmed before as her brutal, loving father forced her overstimulated, eternally-virgin cunt and cervix to endlessly squeeze and regenerate around his growing cock over and over and over.
Bren was alive with life and love and passion. Every time he thought he had tapped the depths of orgasmic bliss he found himself reaching even more mindbogglingly orgasmic heights with Lilianna. This was not the kind of sex they could have on a daily basis, but for his birthday, after three months of wintery cold, it was a sunburst of glory, or more. It was the very best they'd ever had.
And so Bren dragged Lilianna down, housing himself inside her completely, until her rock-hard clit kissed her father's pubic hair, held her their a moment to drink in her violent orgasms as she endured so beautifully. Then, at long last, he released the coil of molten hot love churning in his heavy balls, blasting his seed up, up, up, into a cavern so impossibly tight and over stuffed already that all Lilianna could do to endure her father's seed was roll her eyes back in her head and orgasm like she had never orgasmed before, causing every cell and nerve in her body to explode in ecstatic joy.
Bren shook her as he came, insuring their daughter would crave his seed all her life, unloading completely inside her before he pulled her off his cock slightly, allowing Lily's regeneration to take effect. As her body tightened around the void his cock had left, she squeezed and milked him and Bren, roaring, blew more seed inside her, filling that new void with another load of thick creamy hot spunk. He thrust into that cavity, forcing her virgin hole to accommodate his hugeness once more, and the act repeated, milking another thick coil of cum inside her.
How long this went on Bren could not count, but it was more than five times and every atom in his body sang in holy delight at the union between father and daughter and their unborn daughter. Being inside one and so near the other like this magnified his clarity, powers and pleasure a hundred-fold. Once again the universe was rewarding the God-Eater for all he had done. It was his birthday and the whole universe was aligned to celebrate.
–
One warm spring day nine years later, the woman servant of the Eschoird appeared in Bren's drawing room. He rarely saw her for she worked solely in the task of raising his elven daughter Faelyssanne in the ways of the elves. Time had not greyed her temples yet.
“My Lord,” she said, bowing to the floor.
“Rise,” he said, long since weary of trying to get the woman to stop her kowtowing.
“It is time.”
Bren's heart gave a little tug. He had waited nine long years to hear those words, watching spring after spring as his tiny elven daughter grew and developed, growing into one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever set eyes on. She had spent the last nine years of her life—along with her nine sisters—being properly raised to worship and adore him. And Bren had waited patiently for the day when she was old enough to be taken into his bedroom, turned immortal, frozen in time at fourteen, and properly fucked, stretched and seeded.
“Bring Faelyssanne to me.”
The woman on the floor did not rise. “Not her, my Lord. Not yet.”
Bren's eyes narrowed. “Explain.”
“It is some time yet before Faelyssanne is ready for you. The girl is tiny, even for the wood elves, and they mature slower than humans. She is close but not yet ready. There is, however, another.”
This news took some time to digest. He knew that there were other daughters out there waiting for him, ones that had been purpose-bred for him some fourteen years ago, created from seed stolen from him by the wood elves that had given him Faelyssanne. He had ached for years to seek them out and bring them into the safety of the walls of Relonia, but the servant of the Eschoird had forbade him.
“She is Cyellene of the alder nymphs. They grow swiftly, shooting toward the sun, arms stretched up like branches... She is ready for you.”
Bren got to his feet, suddenly able to sense this distant daughter he had not properly known existed until just now. “Where shall I find her?”
“Past the Tyerss River blosoms a forest deep and dark. Pass through it into sunlight and you will find the alder trees growing ever thicker and taller. In the heart of the wood dwell the alder nymphs. You will find her in a grove there, bathing in a sacred spring. On horseback it is but a week's travel away.”
“Pack the things I require for this trip and that she will require to endure the trip back. I leave on the hour to retrieve her.”
“As you wish, my Lord.” She bowed and excused herself.
New spread quickly and within minutes Kalalennonadon, his elf advisor, was knocking on his drawing chamber door. Lilianna, heavily pregnant with her father-husband's tenth daughter, was hot on his heels.
“You can't possibly leave now,” the elf said, looking, for once in his life, somewhat flustered. “The garrison from Tripalle is arriving tomorrow.”
“You're perfectly capable of handling a garrison alone,” Bren said. “This is important; more important than anything else in the world.”
“Although it may seem that way to you, my Lord, sating your loins in a fresh cunt is not, strictly speaking, pressing business.”
There were not many men in the world who could speak so candidly to Bren, and the fact that Kalalennonadon could showed the depths of their friendship. “She is my strength. Do not misunderstand this. The powers that have allowed me to begin turning all the people of Relonia immortal does not come from my daughters with Lilianna alone. All of my daughters grant me that ability and none more so than the one I can seed with more daughters. Seeking out this daughter, bringing her back and filling her with child will quadruple my powers. It is a benefit to all the kingdom. With her by my side, I will be able to immoralize the entire lower commons.”
Kalalennonadon's eyes had widened. For a moment he looked as though he would protest, but, after a moment, reconsidered his words. “I had not realized, my Lord. I will help with the preparations.” He bowed and quickly hurried off.
“Lily, my baby.”
Lilianna crossed to him and they kissed deeply for several seconds. Bren fondled his daughter's breasts through her silk gown before softly rubbing her baby bump. “Daddy,” she whimpered, orgasming slightly just from being in his presence. “Let me go with you. I can't bear the thought of being away from you for two weeks...”
“Ah, my baby girl.” He sat down and pulled the petite little fourteen-year-old into his lap. “Think of how good it will be when I return. How deeply you will crave me, and how hungry I will be for you. This is how it must be done. The collection of my daughters had begun, and each is a precious, special jewel that I must seek out and bring back alone. Each deserves their father's full unadorned attention that first week or two.” He unlaced her dress, pulling it aside to undress her right there. Shifting slightly, he fed his massive cock through a slit in his trousers, resting it's hardening length against his tiny, pregnant daughter's thigh. “But there is yet an hour before I depart and there is no way I would rather spend it than inside you.”
“Ohh, Daddy,” Lilianna gasped, sitting up so she could attempt to straddle her father's massive hips. She was already soaking wet and orgasming by the time he took her.
–
Just over an hour later Bren was in the saddle, riding out of Relonia. He had not announced to the people where he was going and so slipped fairly unnoticed through the streets, leaving the high mountain kingdom behind. Once the splendid realm had disappeared behind him, the pull of his daughters residing there lessened. In Relonia there dwelled now twelve of his daughters—Lilianna and Faelyssanne first, and then the nine daughters Lilianna had given him since they had begun breeding together, and the tenth, still growing in her womb.
They were his moral compass; his guidance home. No matter how far he traveled he could always find his way back to Relonia by the pull of those twelve perfect girls.
But now, distanced slightly from the castle, he felt another pull—Cyellene.
He travelled west down the mountain and came to the Tyerss River by sunset on the third day. The river was too deep to ford, but with Bren's powers to bend the will of even the river his horse managed across. Soon they were cast into darkness as they made their way through the deepening forest. There the trees grew together so thick that at times Bren had to knock them down to pass through. The canopy of leaves above grew so thick and heavy with strangle-vine that not a ray of light penetrated to the forest floor and the animals and plants that grew in its stead were twisted, sickly and dark.
For three days Bren and his horse traveled through the deepening forest, unable to tell whether they moved in a straight line or in circles. Bren's only guide was the growing pull of Cyellene in the distance, drawing him closer. At dawn on the seventh day the dark trees finally fell away, replaced in time with alder growing tall and proud. The sunlight shone here and the ground grew thick with vegetation, moss and ivy, flowers and life.
And the pull of his nymph daughter, the first of his daughters since Lilianna to reach maturity, grew and grew. Did she feel him approaching too?
By noon he felt other signs of life. Flittering figures appeared in the corners of his eye; lithe figures, tall and verdant, but ethreal, disappearing when he turned his head. Once or twice he heard soft laughter dancing through the distance.
The sun was low in the sky when he finally came across the sacred spring the servant of Eschoird had mentioned. The alder trees here grew thick with age and were draped with blossoming ivy, creating a quiet, secluded enclosure, but the spring itself was open to the brilliant sky.
Bren dismounted and tied his horse aside, continuing to the spring on foot. He stood at the water's edge for some length of time, looking for his daughter. His body told him she was very near; his cock throbbing in need, but he saw only branches, logs and bramble in the water; he was alone.
After waiting several more minutes he stepped closer to the shore, the sacred water lapping at his filthy boots. “Cyellene, come here.”
A ripple in the water caught his eye and suddenly the fallen branch he'd dismissed three times before suddenly moved, unfolding into a slender, naked girl.
She slipped into the spring, the water concealing her body from him, but not her face, which was radiant and bright. She was almost elven in her features, but her skin was a soft, healthy green and her hair thick and brown like alder bark, hanging in wet coils down her back. Her eyes were otherworldly, brilliant yellow and haunting, like an owl. “Who are you?” she asked, and he drank in the sound of her voice, musical and deep.
Bren stood proudly on the shore, watching this elegant creature—his daughter—glide through the water. “I am Bren of Relonia; the propecy slayer; highking killer; the God-Eater. Your father.”
There was obvious disdain in the girl's yellow eyes as she looked him over. “You stink of horse and shit and human filth. No father of mine would so attempt to defile the scared springs.”
“I am the God-Eater. These springs can become only more scared by my presence.”
Her eyes narrowed, but she held her tongue.
Warming to the girl's surly attitude, Bren raised his hands out in front of him, palm down, feeling the water below him. Concentrating his powers, he aggitated the spring, exciting the atoms of liquid until they began to heat. Within seconds the quiet, peaceful spring was bubbling excitedly.
Cyellene startled like a deer, bounding forth like Bren had hoped, ribbons of sparkling water cascading off her perfect naked body as she dashed ashore.
Seeing her fully revealed made Bren's cock ache in need. She was taller than Lilianna by a fair amount, tall and slender compared to Lilianna's petite overall tininess, but Bren still towered over the girl. She was regal and proud, even naked and disturbed, and he loved her immensely in that instant. It was difficult not to grip her and sate his loins in her thin body immediately like he would have done unhestitatingly with Lilianna.
“What're you doing?” she demanded.
Instantly the spring stopped bubbling. “I can bring down the rain and crack the earth asunder. I can wither trees and burst seeds into fruit. I can freeze your body like this—lithe and young, fourteen and untouched—forever.” He snapped his finger, immortalizing her even as he spoke it, making the change strong enough for the girl to feel something mysterious and wonderful seeping through her. He stepped closer. “I can make flowers blossom in the dead of winter. I can crush coal into diamond with just my fist. If I wanted, I could make the very stars twinkle just for you. My name is Bren. I am the God-Eater, your father by blood, and I have come to take you back to Relonia as my immortal lover.”
Cyellene's breath had quickened as Bren moved near her, swayed against her will by his words and immense presence. Her little nipples hardened into points and her body glistened, wet and dripping, steaming in the cool air. “Father and lover?”
“Father and lover.” He reached out, brushing his thick fingers against her firm, pert breast. “My cock strains even now in want of you. Your body has a secret hole that has been empty for fourteen long years, a deep, empty chasm that you've always known about in secret whisperings and deep night longings; an aching, empty hollow inside you where a piece is missing.”
“Y-yes,” she whispered, golden eyes wide as she stared up at him.
“Lie back on the moss covered ground. Spread your legs and let Daddy see your aching hole; let Daddy show you the missing piece and how to complete you; to end the longing.”
She shivered, near orgasm, but turned her face away from him. “L-lies. They must be. My father would not reek so of human filth. My father would respect the sacred spring.” Her body trembled in desire, at war with her sense of self. “My f-father is a wood nymph, not a human...”
“Your father is Bren, stronger than the Gods.” He wrapped a hand around her waist, dragging her naked frame up against his. “Breathe in that human stink, daughter. Relish it. Soon it will be thrusting in and out of your aching hole. Soon you will beg for more of it. Soon you will crave your father's flesh and swoon in delight from it.”
Already she was near. “So strong... such musk...” She put her hand against his arm, trying to push away, but it was an utterly futile attempt. She could never escape him unless he so desired.
He could snap her like a sapling with ease, and she trembled in the knowledge of that, and of the soft touch and kindness and warmth he exuded despite such immenseness. He was hard and unyielding, filth and sweat, and yet under that hard veneer he promised such delightful gifts.
“Little sapling,” he whispered, bending down to place his mouth at her soft green ear. “Bend to your father's will. You will not break in my arms. Filled with my seed, you will flourish and live forever.” He squeezed her against him, rubbing her thigh against his confined cock. “I have been given many daughters throughout the world, each hidden away, raised apart from me. Now that they are coming of age I must seek them out, win them over and return to my kingdom with them. You are the first, Cyellene. My little nymph daughter, so wild and full of spunk.
“I could take you,” he said, pushing locks of wet hair off her neck so he could bend and plant a scalding hot kiss on her pale green flesh. She writhed in orgasmic delight at the touch. “I could force you to submit, to endure the stink and filth until your spirit is broken and you learn to love it. But I don't think that's necessary.” He slid a hand down, ghosting over her thigh, before moving in and touching a finger between her legs. She was wet as the sacred springs down there and not from the water. “Oh, my baby girl.”
Her huge golden eyes stared up at him, her breath coming rapid as he stroked her pussy, her hands clutching to his massive arm. “D-daddy,” she whispered, trembling like a leaf.
“Now, lie back on the moss, like I told you. Obey your father.”
Released, Cyellene did exactly as instructed, lying down on the damp ground, her wide innocent eyes staring ever up at her father.
“Now spread your legs, daughter. Let me see that hidden void that aches to be filled.”
Despite her immense arousal, there was still a war within Cyellene. “I am an Alder nymph, one of the untouched, committed to the sacred spring,” she struggled to say. “My vows were to protect and serve the springs; to never touch or be touched; to dwell in the shadows, walk in the twilight, a ghost, a servant to the spirits of the water...”
“You serve a great god, now.” Bren said nothing else. He just shucked off his clothes, releasing his huge, throbbing cock. He stood over his slim nymph daughter and watched as her eyes shifted from his face to take in the immenseness of his cock. Even without seeing her bared pussy, he was enflamed with lust. Her body was fit and young, tight and new. She was different than Lilianna, but in splendid, wonderful ways.
He knelt over her, one massive leg on either side of her thin body, straddling her without putting any weight on her. His cock was so heavy it jutted out almost parallel to her body. “This is what you have missed all your life,” he whispered. “This is what will fill your aching hole.”
He didn't ask again to see; just lifted his daughter's legs and folded them back, spreading her open for himself. Her breath came in gasping pants, shuddering into little orgasms just from the sheer touch and manipulation as her father forced her to expose herself to him.
Bren let out a soft groan of approval as he spread Cyellene's legs and folded them back and her arousal made her pussy lips open for him, revealing that thin virginal membrane sealing her entrance.
He had already immortalized her, but he tested the air once more, just to make sure. This beauty was far too precious to wreck without preserving like this forever, first. Grabbing the head of his cock, he dragged it up and down his daughter's virgin pussy, smearing precome all into her aroused juices. Little Cyellene's body was wracked with instant orgasms.
“Ohhhh, D-daddy,” she gasped, teeth chattering.
“I have not even entered you yet,” he said, getting into position. “What you feel now will only increase tenfold when I fill you.”
Her eyes were bright, glowing gold as she stared imploringly up at him. Her resolve crumbled away as the orgasms raced through her young body. “D-do it,” she whispered, giving herself over to him. “Take me, Daddy. F-fill my aching hole, the void... oh,” she threw her head back, orgasming at just the thought of him doing it. “I want it! I want to be your immortal daughter-lover!”
Bren smiled broadly, gripped Cyellene's toned thighs and drove his cock into her cunt, forceful but gentle, taking her virginity in one quick stroke and plunging into the pure untouched depths within. Cyellene's head thrashed as orgasms slammed immediately into her young, unprepared body.
Bren grit his teeth to resist blowing his load immediately and focused on the sensation of stretching and filling this brilliant new virgin hole. Never before had these depths been explored; this daughter had almost never even thought of sex before today. Her body was innocent, tight and pure as they came. And now his twelve-inch cock spread open her baby cunthole, stretching it, forcing that untouched purity to swallow a massive God-cock.
The gentle roughness lasted only a matter of moments before passion and lust and dominance overtook Bren. This cunt was too perfect and tight and new to take slowly. His red-hot love fury boiled in his veins and soon he had Cyellene pinned down so he could piston his hips faster and faster, slamming his cock deeper and deeper into those virginal, untouched depths. “Take it!” he shouted at her. “Take it all, your father's cock! Swallow it in your aching hole!” He grunted as he sank into her tight, hot body. “Feel it fill your aching void!”
“D-daddy!!!” Cyellene screamed, orgasming harder and harder each time Bren drove his cock back into her regenerating body. He could not stretch her out; she was perpetually a virgin, forever tight and untouched and new. To contain him in such a wonderful hole, she orgasmed non-stop, overwhelmed by the sensations of her aching emptiness being so thoroughly filled.
Soon all twelve inches of his cock were inside his nymph daughter and his fiery hot balls were slapping against her ass. He drove himself deep inside her body and held that position, twelve inches deep inside her, and felt her cunt squeezing and regenerating around him, vibrating with orgasms. He kissed her then, forcing his tongue into her mouth taking away the last of her resistance. She was utterly his now, and as they kissed he began to pump again, knocking at her most secret inner chamber.
How he ached to womb-fuck this perfect little nymph; to fill that even more inner and untouched chamber with his cock and seed. He would do it soon, but not today. He would leave her wanting more; feeling fulfilled and yet yearning to go further; aching to open to him completely and utterly.
Groaning at the thought, Bren thrust four more times deep into his fourteen-year-old daughter and then released, spraying his thick seed deep inside her virgin hole, releasing a weeks' worth of hot, pent-up seed and love into her.
Cyellene orgasmed again at the sensation, her mouth opening to gasp and cry out in joy as her emptiness was filled. She clutched him to her as her clever virgin cunt milked and squeezed and regenerated around her father's erupting cock, sucking every last drop of come out, depositing it all deep, deep within her pussy.
“Baby girl,” Bren gasped as he slowed his thrusts, letting her tightness squeeze out yet another ribbon of seed. “My baby girl.”
“Daddydaddydaddy,” Cyellene gasped through chattering teeth. She was still orgasming each time Bren thrust into her. “Ohhhh, my d-daddy... so b-big, so g-good.”
“I knew you'd like that,” Bren said, delighting in thrusting again and watching the girl's eyes roll back into her head as another orgasm took over her body. “I will take you home now, as my eternal daughter-lover, so that we may do this, and more, until the end of time.”
Her little hand gripped his massive arm tightly. “I'm yours, Daddy. I'm yours. Don't stop filling my hole. Don't ever stop.”