Father Daughter Fantasy Novels & Stories

I will explore all her weaknesses and push her buttons until she has no choice but to surrender to me. After a minute of silence, Kira asks, "If I tell the truth, you will let me come?" Since the woman wants me to think she is surrendering for pleasure, let’s play it that way. I push two fingers inside her wet pussy. "Of course. We’ll even tick off one item on your fantasy list." "He saved my father," she reveals. "That’s all there is between us, I swear." Not the whole truth, I realize. Still, it’s a step up from what I surmised was a secret affair between those two. I rub Kira’s clit while thrusting my thumb into her with slow strokes. She grips the armrest, thighs quaking as she comes ont

I can fix this before it's too late. My phone lit up. Family group chat. Father's message was short: [Gemma is terminal. Bianca forbidden from donation. Family decision.] My blood turned to ice. They had seen the misdelivered file. They thought I was the one dying—and they had voted to let me rot. When I pushed open the door and saw Father, I felt it— the temperature drop, the world freezing around me. Tears burned my eyes. I couldn't stop them. "Father," I said, my voice barely steady.

What more did she want from me? My father, Brian Larson, sat by the side of the bed and sighed. "We spoiled her too much. I knew we shouldn't have kept her from the beginning. The fortune teller said that only Summer would bring us luck and that Sienna would only cause us misfortunes. If we had abandoned or killed her when she was born, things would've been much easier. My father's expression was so murderous that I truly believed that if I were there next to him, he would have choked me to death.

“Just pack your things and leave. I, Alpha Adam Lyons, forever banish you, Emily Charlene Lyons from the Blue Moon pack. If you return back to Blue Moon land, you will be placed in the cells until execution.” Easton let out a murderous growl, and my eyes went wide with shock. “Daddy…why?” Why would my father banish me for finding and marking my fated mate? Before I could even ask the question, my mother was glaring at me. “I never should have accepted you as my daughter. You’re just as terrible as your whore of a mother.” She snarled before walking away.

Since then, he and his ancestors have fallen upon him to hunt them down and try to eliminate them and prevent them from going outside the Bermuda Triangle in vain, until she appears, the flame of hope that they have been waiting for centuries gone by, they hear about in the legends that his mother used to tell him, the tale of the daughter of the sun, a woman born from The light of its rays, its blood carries miracles, capable of burning entire cities, including them, leaving them to ashes, no one can confront them, and there is no weapon on the face of the earth capable of stopping them. And here he stands in her presence, separated only by a fragile glass, bearing witness to her suffering,

Her long dark curls bounced against her shoulders, and under the bright sunlight, the small white strands of hair along her left temple shined like pure silver threads. Seeing my daughter walk so beautifully as the flower girl made tears of intense happiness spill rapidly over my cheeks. I couldn't help but shed tears as I watched her. Just six months ago, my heart had been consumed by terrifying nightmares of an evil woman putting a blade to her small throat. But now, looking at my sweet girl, I knew she was safe. She possessed sacred Darkfire powers just like me, growing stronger every single day, and she had a fiercely loving, powerful father sitting right beside me to protect her from an

He pressed heavily on my pussy, that I didn’t know when I started slowly humping on his fingers, and it didn’t go unnoticed by him. His tone dropped, that his other hands had gone moving upwards. To my tits, I was turning breathless with everything which his fingers, eyes and presence were doing to me. “You know you have a beautiful body, right?” I found myself shaking my head at his question. He smiled, “And the one thing which I can’t overlook is you lusting after me. I’m your father, and you’re my daughter, so what you are doing isn’t right.”

I could see everyone fled the area from sheer panic while others just stared in total shock. "Dad!" I cried again. My father punched one of the remaining robbers and pushed through the wind towards me, but this time, he was blown ten feet into the air and fell back onto a tent's roof. I heard myself screaming from a flaring pain. It was as if my body was swimming in a river of flame. Tears burst from my eyes. Within seconds, I actually watched my fingers disintegrated into golden energy dust. It drifted like wind-blown sand towards the sky. Other parts of me followed like burning ash. Then my mind was engulfed in darkness.

"Did you know about what they were doing? Did you see? I mean... you had to, right? And what was with the uniform? Does dad have that fantasy? Was it mom's? Both of them? Why?" He laughed and patted her leg. "Yes... I knew what they were doing. I didn't know mom was wearing your uniform though. As for the fantasy... it might be best if you talk to mom and dad. At least one of them. I'm not sure if they even want you to know about it, you know?" She frowned. They didn't want her to know? Why wouldn't they? "Why not?" she asked. He sighed. "Jess... it's a fantasy about a father fucking his daughter, so... for obvious reasons..."

Mom was gone. For three whole days, it was just me and Daddy, all alone in the house. I could every fantasy I’d ever had finally within reach. But God, it was so wrong. He was my real father, the man who’d raised me, and here I was, soaking through my tiny pink panties, my clit throbbing painfully while he tried to teach me math. What kind of daughter gets this wet for her own Daddy? What kind of daughter fingers herself for years, pretending it was him?