Impregnate Daughter Novels & Stories

My fingers in her hair. “Can I sit on your lap again?” she murmured. I pulled her back into my lap. She curled against me, warm and soft, her face tucked against my neck. “Daddy?” she murmured against my neck. “Mm.” “If the replacement is pretty, I’m going to fuck you in front of her too.” I closed my eyes. And I held my daughter and wondered how long before it was too late. If it wasn’t already.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Real mother of the year. My breath caught. I was aware of my appearance, messy hair, red eyes, but I did not deserve this. "Don't do this. Where is she, please, tell me where she is.” "I don't care," he snapped. "You're an omega. Weak. Pathetic. And your daughter too--wolfless and useless.” I had not time to answer, when I heard a voice behind him, which I knew was his. " urgh... she is back?

"I've been waiting for you. I saved it for you." "God," I moaned, and I leaned down and kissed her. Her arms wrapped around me, and she pulled me close. My daughter's mouth opened, and our tongues met. I thrust into her, and felt her pussy convulse around me as she came, moaning into my mouth. "Cum in my cunt, Daddy," she begged. "Fill me with your cum. Breed me. Knock me up." "Oh God," I groaned, and my body took over, pounding into my daughter's tight, wet cunt. My cock throbbed, and my daughter screamed with joy as my seed filled her.

“Think you can take Daddy’s big cock in this tight little cunt? It’s going to stretch you wide open.” She nods, twisting her own nipples as her pussy visibly clenches. “Please, Daddy. I need it. Fuck me.” I line up and push forward. She’s incredibly tight, creating immediate resistance. I pull back and make short, teasing thrusts until her walls start to relax. Her fingers rub her clit frantically, coating me with more of her juices. I can’t tear my eyes away from the sight of my cock disappearing inside my wife’s daughter. I was fucking her flesh and blood, and I’d never been more turned on. Instead of guilt, raw possessiveness surged through me. I thrust forward hard, burying myself to the

“Playing grown-up games in a world that will chew you up. How quaint.” I set my coffee down, refusing to flinch. “If you’re here to warn me about Damien again, save your breath. I know exactly who he is.” She laughed, a soft, cutting sound. “Oh, darling. You think you’re special? I was married to him. I know every dark corner of that man. The way he controls, the way he discards when the novelty fades. You’re just the latest shiny toy — his ex-partner’s daughter, no less. The ultimate fuck-you to your father.” Her eyes narrowed. “But toys break. And when he tires of you, the fall will be spectacular. Especially with those delicious videos floating around.”

Clarisse lifted her chin, stuck out her dirty shoe, and planted her hands on her hips as she glared at Maeve. "Not only do you have to kneel and apologize—you have to kneel down and lick my shoes clean! My mom said raising you is like raising a puppy. Puppies lick their owner's shoes. That's only natural!" Before my eyes, my daughter—who had always been proud and obsessed with cleanliness—actually bent her knees and assumed the posture of kneeling down to lick the shoe. "Maeve, don't!" I grabbed her at once and pressed my hands firmly on her shoulders. "Don't be afraid. Mommy is here. You're Mommy's precious girl. Don't believe them. You're not a bastard."

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!" Her hesitation crumbled to dust. A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value. Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform. Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.' My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.

Yarden Stone had been cheating on me for three years, yet he had hidden the other woman so well that I could never catch him. Once, I found a lace choker in the back seat of his car. It still held someone’s body warmth. More than once, I had noticed fresh bite marks behind his ear. Every time, I would lose my mind. I would tear the house apart and demand to know who the woman was. Yarden would always frown wearily. “Lily, how long are you going to keep suspecting me of cheating? If you’re going to accuse me, then at least find the woman you claim I’m seeing.” I started following him around twenty-four hours a day. I even called all our friends and relatives and had them wait outside hote

What I only cared about was the fact she was now mine, and no one would ever fucking have her but me. When I called her my beautiful slut, I meant it in the most possessive, dominating way possible. Because she was mine. All my twisted fantasies were coming true. I couldn’t wait any longer, so I lined up my cock with her sweet, wet, little hole. “My girl.” I shoved in deep and in one thrust, impaling my daughter with the biggest cock I knew she’d ever seen and felt. “Jesus Christ,” I cursed. She was so tight, the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt.

There was no mistaking his own child. He couldn't reconcile the accomplished young woman in the picture with the daughter he'd always dismissed as inferior to Seraphina. And now a prince had sent his closest lieutenant to recruit me to oversee his most important alchemical affairs. Seraphina, Dad's precious favorite, had been expelled from the academy. She needed the family's money and connections just to preserve her reputation in public. Only minutes earlier, those same people had watched Adrian drag me through the banquet doors.