Honor Thy Father Novels & Stories

"I will never deprive my daddy! I... I will never stay away from you! It's all my fault! I should have trusted my daddy more than anyone else! You want me! You want me so much and it was never an act! I know! I know now! I know please... Daddyyyy! Oh fuck! Oh please!" "Whose words are you going to fucking trust from now on?" "Yours, daddy! Yours only!" I cried. "Desperate slut! Cum for daddy!" Those words unleashed a climax that was long due. I let my body accept the pleasure fully and I fell into a violent spasm as the climax rocked me hard. My body stretched and my back arched but I remained firmly strapped all while cumming and squirting my juices with the vibrator still inside of me. I w

"For me." The door swung shut, and silence followed. I leaned back against the chair, staring at the plate-who never really got served. I would protect those words of my father: Duty. Honor. Loyalty. Then there was love? I palmed my face and took a slow deep breath. My mother would be utterly disappointed if she ever knew. Sophia did not deserve this pain; every time Lila crossed my mind, I was betraying Sophia with thoughts. Every fiber in me screamed to stop her, drag her back, lay my claim publicly, and put Ethan in his place.

“Tonight, we celebrate unity. The old ways are dying, but the Order of Thorn endures. Through faith. Through loyalty. Through sacrifice.” My stomach turned. I looked around and saw heads nodding. Men I’d once respected were hanging on his every word. When he sat, one of the men across the table leaned toward my father. “Landon,” he said, voice dripping with indulgence. “Your son is quite handsome. Have you educated him well?” Something dark flickered beneath his tone. Hunger. Not admiration. I froze. My father gave a small, stiff smile. “He knows obedience.” The man’s eyes moved to me, and he smiled. “Good. I like my men feisty.”

“You can’t even show respect to a guest we handpicked for you.” “I do respect her,” William replied. “But I don’t love her.” “Love can be built, William,” his father insisted. “You’re just too stubborn to see that.” William stepped forward, locking eyes with his father. “You can take back the inheritance, the shares, the connections. But you cannot choose who I’m meant to love.” “Do you think life is just about love?” his father snapped. “Look at everything we’ve built. Everything you’ve enjoyed all these years. That’s because we’ve upheld honor above feelings.”

Dad asked, taking a bite of his own sandwich. “ Yes, you know him. Not only him, you also know his parents”, I said, feeling a little bit proud. “ Okay, so who's he?” “ It's Hazel Mcman”, I said. “ Really? Hazel?” “ Yes dad. Hazel”. “ Then you have my blessings”, he said, sounding so sarcastic that we both laughed. “ But really, I like the fact that it's him. I don't want to start assuming anything now, but just know that he's a good one to keep”.

"Have you no honor? Do you think you can win this battle by trying to protect your interest ? Or do you want to betray your family only to protect a mere mortal ? I cocked his head to one side, a smirk playing across my face. "Honor? What use is a demon for honor?" I taunted, my eyes flashing with malevolence. This was the first time I went head on head with my father. I had always been loyal and submissive to him, never had I gone against his orders,as a father I expected him to be selfless even though it was for once but it seemed that my father would always remain adamant. “Your morality is as weak and flimsy as the creatures you seek to protect.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have watched Father put his hands on Dorothy's body. Yet that's what happened in front of me and everyone else in the room. Father slapped Dorothy. Not just us, his daughter looked at him in disbelief. Dorothy's eyes glazed over, making me almost moved by it. "I raised you and Arnold to be honorable people. You can't get that just by relying on your status as Haworth. Your actions and the words that come out of your mouth must be consistent with the honor of that name. "I turn a blind eye all this time to your shameful behavior doesn't mean I condone it. I gave you a chance to reflect and change. But I cannot remain silent any longer.

" | Thud! | Hearing King Kathias' words left me at a loss for words, not knowing what to say in response. But staying silent was not a good choice either, because this father of mine would continue to ask similar questions until I would answer his questions. ''Hilbert, you heard what I said, right?" I nodded my head again at King Kathias' words, he was my father, but he never asked me what made me feel happy.

"I'll tell you about Mom sometime. I'd love to hear her story." The middle-aged man nodded, agreeing to Arsenio's small request. "Of course. You'll be very surprised when you hear it later. Your mother was very good, until Dad was defeated by her. You too must find a woman who can make you conquer. Don't just look for a woman to satisfy your lust. Even if the world is cruel, you must be a man who can maintain a woman's honor. Do you understand?" "Yes, Father." Arsenio smiled slightly.

I felt like I had lost the credibility to look her in the face because of what I'd done. I wiped my tear-stained face and bent my neck downwards In shame. So this was what it was like to lose honor. I remembered my father's words when I asked him why he was so selfish and couldn't sacrifice for our family. He said it was for honor. I didn't understand him. Even now I didn't. Because for Mother, I'd exchanged my honor if it meant I could help her. If I could do something like that without batting an eye, I wondered why my dad couldn't.