Daddy Princess Novels & Stories

Wylder asked when he sensed her thinking about something hard. "I’m not a princess." She snapped. "I heard Uncle calling you Princess." "That’s because he is my dad. And only he is allowed to call me that word. Because you’re not my daddy." She hissed and finally sighed in relief, watching him walk towards her room. "Your daddy?" Wylder asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "I don’t mind becoming your daddy, Babygirl." He said it with a smirk. Tiara bit her inner cheek for not smiling at his words. "Say something, Princess! Do you accept me as your daddy, huh?" Tiara tried not to smile but ended up smiling and nodding her head.

This was insane, this was so incredibly wrong, my Daddy’s huge cock was going to make me scream as I came like a little slut. “P-please, D-daddy, w-would you, call me y-your little p-princess?” Every time Leo pounded into me and our bodies met, it made it sound like I had a stutter, but I couldn’t care about that. I needed something from him to be truly complete, the man in my life, my Daddy, my king. “You are, baby, you’re Daddy’s little princess. Fuck yeah.”

Daddy that is my problem if my sister does that she would ruin my life. My son there is a way. It was not your fault that you have felt strong love for yourself. There is a way you can have children secretly so that they would take over the kingdom from you. I sat well and looked at the face of Princess and she smiled at me. Daddy are you sure there is a way? Yes, there is a way out for both of you provided you can keep it secret from anyone. How is the way like Daddy? Oh is simple one of you suppose to make some sacrifice. He said. Then it is princess who would make the sacrifice this time. I responded.

He groaned, his eyes darkening as he watched me, as he felt me. “Here, we share,” he growled, his voice a rough purr. “And my little princess…” His fingers pressed deeper, two of them sliding inside me just enough to make me gasp, my back arching off the bed. “...gets fair treatment.” His thumb found my clit again, rubbing slow, torturous circles. “Don’t want her complaining that Daddy isn’t treating her right.” Daddy. The word hit me like a punch to the gut. My breath stuttered. “D-Daddy?!”

Katherine blinked rapidly, fighting back the sting of tears, her full pink lips still tingling from his invasion. "You're my good little girl, aren't you? My perfect, obedient kitten who lives to please me. Say it, tell daddy you're his good girl and I'll make it so easy for you." His praise washed over her like warm oil, flushing her cheeks with a mix of embarrassment and motivation. She nodded, her voice gaining a breathy edge. "I am... I'm your good little girl, daddy." A satisfied pat landed on her head, his hand lingering possessively. "That's my girl. Now open that pretty mouth wide for me again. Show daddy how much you want to choke on his cock."

"God, you're so sexy, baby." "I know, Daddy. Mmm, tell me how much you want to fuck my tight little pussy." "Daddy wants to fuck it so bad, baby. I need you so much. Untie me." "No, you're staying tied up for me." She straddles my hips and positions my shaft at her entrance. Teasingly, she brushes the head of my length against her dripping wet folds. "Oh my god, you're so fucking wet for Daddy, princess." "You just made me wetter by calling me 'princess.'"

These three passions bind them together and seal them perhaps forever, their souls and minds has being hazed. And finally making up her mind, Gabrielle has decided in her heart and soul to serve both father and son as they wished! She will voluntarily let them play with her wet dripping pussy, and then glorify her body with their scrumptious cums! After all, she was their sex slave and their pretty plaything, she's now willing to be their slut princess. A wife to the world, but behind doors, she was gonna be a submissive slut to their dark carvings!

A memory of loving them both. Of promising them both. Of breaking both their hearts to save the world. Our daughter cooed in my arms, tiny hand reaching up to touch Valerian’s cheek. He leaned into it, tears falling like liquid sunlight. And I knew, with a terror that went bone deep, that the real war hadn’t started yet. It would start the day our daughter spoke her first word. And whichever name she said first Daddy or Father—would decide the fate of two kingdoms.

“I did nothing. You did it yourself, all the heavy lifting.” We just made it inside the house, and Isaac was already running in our direction. To my surprise, and for the first time, he did not come to me. “Tara.” He wrapped his arms around Tara’s thighs. “Is it true you’re a princess?” She bent down to him and smiled. “What if I am?” “What does that Daddy Mad make?” “Hmm.” She gestured as if thinking. “I never thought about that, but my father has kinda locked my princess title inside the palace. So, right now, I’m just Tara, and your Daddy Mad is just Mad.”

Master Hayes crawled over, hard cock in hand. “Master Hayes is going to come inside of you, princess,” Daddy said, not giving me any say in the matter. He brushed two fingers against my clit and rubbed me gently. I nodded my head, my pussy pulsing with pure excitement. Master Hayes grabbed my feet, holding my legs apart, and pushed himself inside of my pussy, shoving Daddy’s cum deeper into me. He thrust his big cock in and out of my pussy, making it glisten with my juices. Daddy rubbed my clit harder, and I moaned and leaned back against him.