Father Daughter Fantasy Novels & Stories

Fucking and claiming her with each thrust while she moaned my name loudly to the pack member. This was the dirtiest I had ever imagined us. To me, Pearl was my daughter. And the pack should only ever see us as father and daughter. But the Goddess forbids! Because no father should ever pin his daughter to the wall and no daughter should ever take all three of her father’s fingers into her cunt while moaning and dripping messily to every thrust. But here… there was I, and Pearl. Legs wrapped around my torso, body pinned to the walls, and fingers buried into the deepest part of her hole, leading her to the very destruction I should pull her out of.

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

I grew up with two parents and they both sucked. Honestly, I was a free spirit and I liked it that way. Tillie was the only partner I needed and she treated my daughter almost like she was her own. Whenever I wanted to be impulsive she was there to make sure my daughter was cared for. Like the time I stole this asshole’s motorcycle and drove to Vegas for the weekend. Or the time my friend invited me to come along as her plus one to this rich guy’s yacht party last minute. The only catch was that we had to be topless the whole time, it was worth it. “Mommy!” Aaliyah shouted, bringing me back to reality.

I don’t know if it’s because her pussy was so tight or because the woman wriggling beneath me is the same woman that visited my wildest dreams, that made this all so fucking surreal. I kept my eyes trained on her face, enjoying her little gasp as I began to pull out so excruciatingly slow, just for my satisfaction. To punish her for climbing into my bed, pretending to be her mother and spreading her legs until I come hard inside her. Because if she didn’t, I wouldn’t want to fuck her so hard right now. I wouldn’t want to find out what she tastes like right there, just so I could fantasize about it the moment day comes, and she gets back her senses and realize this was never meant to be after

Mom asks out of partial curiosity as she sinks into the couch, her legs crossed on the island table. "She's old, full of wrinkles, and can barely lift a cup, and me?" I give a little twirl, "I am young, succulent, and beautiful. A typical Aphrodite's rebirth and might I add, a goddess in bed." I wink at the last part and she makes a gagging expression. "You need prayers, Adelina," she shakes her head, "In fact, you are a lost cause. A full session of exorcism can't even save you."

“Including the darkest one. The non-con fantasy where I chase you… catch you… and force my cock into my own daughter-in-law while she begs her father-in-law to stop.” My thighs pressed together instinctively. My clit throbbed painfully at his words. That particular fantasy had always been my most shameful—the one I wrote at nineteen with trembling fingers and a soaked pussy, imagining Victor as my forbidden father-in-law taking me against my will. Victor’s piercing green eyes darkened as he read the raw need flickering across my flushed face.

“I don’t know. Whenever I would listen to you two, I would get so turned on. I would imagine you were fucking me instead of her. I kept fantasizing about it, and soon, my daughter would be there, just watching me get fucked. Each time I thought about it, it would just get deeper and deeper. Soon I would dream about you taking turns with us, and then I even began to imagine April and I kissing and licking each other’s bodies as you used us like whores.” Hearing her talk was putting me back in the mood. It seemed my ultimate fantasy of a mother-daughter threesome might not be so impossible after all, and staring at her ass and pussy, sticky with cooking oil and semen, was returning my hard-on.

My father has three daughters. “Ana, calm down right now. First, your father charged me with getting you out of there. He never told me who he thought I might be blood related to. But he made it clear to me that Tatiana and Dionysius were both the daughters of a stable master who’d been charged to teach the empress to ride. He didn’t know until recently for certain, but by then he’d claimed them as his and couldn’t take that back. You were an accident for the empress, and you are his only daughter. Look at you, you’re the female personification of him. Right down to the raging temper. Calm down, love. As for mating with my fated life partner, to save my life is a foolish idea. I did it becau

My father responded, "You want Daddy to fuck you." Temeka squealed, "YES! DADDY! Fuck me with that big dick. PLEASE, DADDY!" As I stood there watching, my body was on fire. I could feel my vagina becoming wetter with each thrust. I had never seen or heard anything like this before. My father was devouring her, and she seemed to enjoy every second of it. I would be lying if I told you I didn't envision him doing that to me. I knew it was only a fantasy that hit me at the moment, but it was burning in my head. I was caught up in the visual I was exposed to. It took everything I had not to reach into my pants and play with myself.

She asked, her eyes sweeping the room. “Isn't that your business partner?” She cast a glance at Dane. “He betrayed me. Millie too. Can you believe our daughter disowned me?” “What? Millie, is this true?” A horrid gasp escaped her as she turned to face me, and I still couldn't understand what was happening. I thought…I thought she was on my side? “Haven't I given her everything she ever wanted? How dare she?” “Calm down. Don't worry, I'll talk to her. God, I've missed you…” She pulled him in for another hug again, and I could see pure lust and happiness consume my father. Again, how could he love two women with so much intensity?