My Daddy Is A Cultivator Novels & Stories

I nodded, "and his grandfather?" "Well, my father's name was Sylvester and he was a hard man, who was very soft towards his grandchildren. My father passed on a couple of years before my mother, but when he was alive, he was the one who did things with Daddy that his father couldn't do with him because of his busy schedule. My father taught him everything he knows. From how to ride a unicycle to how to drive an 18 wheeler truck." "Daddy knows how to drive a truck?"

Hunter and I went to the kitchen together. When we arrived, he guided me to sit. What kind of fucking drama is this? There are only three of us here because Hera is busy and mommy is in the office. "So how's the plantation, Hunter?" Dad asked as he started to eat. "Everything is under fine and next day I will go out to Cagayan to see the land offered there for our sugar cane plantation plan." Dad nodded. Daddy and Hunter have a formal conversation. I didn't care what they talked about, especially because it was all about business when my name suddenly came up.

“I’m going cr‌azy, Daddy.‍ It’s only been two days and I’m already broken. I nee⁠d your cum. I need you to breed me again.” Marcus joined the call, his f⁠a⁠ce⁠ filling a smaller wind⁠o‍w. H‌e was in h‍is car be‌t⁠ween meetings.‌ “Holy shit, look at he‍r‌. Such‍ a‍ needy pregnant‍ cumd‍ump. Pull that plug out and sho‌w u‍s how s‍loppy you ar⁠e‍.” ‍

Even a few of them asked me directly if I cooked for my man. I had to confess that one, I didn’t have a man, and two, I didn’t know how to cook. Their faces… “I’ve got to say”—Daddy grins—“I’ve never felt more like a lucky man than at this moment right now.” I feel myself blushing as red as the tomatoes I just diced. “Oh, yeah?” He nods, looking like a leading man from a Hollywood film. “If only I could tell the boys at the office about you.”

“So? So? Will you grill meat too? And and farm wheat and chase away my chikkies and and and will you buy me goats too?” His questions tumbled over one another in a rush, as if father suddenly meant boots in the soil, smoke from the grill, strong arms lifting sacks of grain, because that was what he had seen. That was what papa looked like in his world. A similar figure as Matteo. Reid’s vision blurred for a second. The innocence of it. The simplicity. He nodded, unable to trust his voice immediately. His eyes had begun to water, but he didn’t look away.

So I chose Dad over Daddy, over my biological father. Daddy married a lovely girl who was also hurt by him and she faced his cruelty. I know how dark he was but he was also one who helped Shikkoo mami and trained her in self-defence. He was also one who protected Aunt Aashmaan. Daddy is more and more protective over Arika than Uncle Arjun and Uncle Neil. My daddy is an angel for others but dark for his wife. His wife has a charming smile and I like her named SHAKTI which means powerful and effective.

“But if you play your cards right, you could ride more than just the bicycle. You could ride him. Break that virgin pussy on my Dad’s big cock. I bet he’d stretch you so good.” “Jesus, Jade!” I choked on my own spit, coughing hard. My face burned crimson as vivid memories flooded me with the filthy pictures we painted in the mirror. Jade laughed and hit my arm playfully. “What? You don’t see him like that?” “No! He’s basically like a dad to me.” I forced out, voice strained. “Totally off-limits.”

… Over at the Campbell household, in Orin's study, Orin and Faron sat across from each other at the study table, their expressions solemn. A long while later, Orin let out a long sigh as he said, "This day has finally come for the Campbells." "Dad, why have you always wanted for me to be a cultivator?" Orin said, "I've told you before. Did you forget" "You did say that our ancestors used to be cultivators, but is there even a need for me to become one with your status? I heard Wilbur say that being a cultivator is highly dangerous." Faron frowned.

Looking up at our state, it was so magical and so carnal that all I could do was cum again and again. "That's right. "Come all over my cock," he said breathlessly. "I love watching you cum again and again," Daddy said, pulling back to grab my legs, bracing them over his shoulders before he resumed pounding into me harder than ever. I fisted the sheets, screaming for the heavens to hear me. "That's it, baby. Scream for me."

"There are plenty of other choices out there, ready for you to fulfill your perverted desire. Why don't you try Sunny Meadow Ranch?" "Sunny Meadow Ranch?" Damien gave her a quizzical look. "It's a pig farm." "Exactly!" Melissa smirked. "It's the perfect place for you to find your ideal match. After all, you're all members of the same species." Struck dumb, Damien had no idea how to respond to that. He had been called many names before, mostly by his business rivals. But he'd never been insulted by a woman in this ‘Creative’ fashion, and right to his face."