>The couch creaks gently under your weight.
>You settle yourself in juuust right.
>The small indent in the seat lines up with your thighs and that little bump in the back pushes against that ache on your spine in the way that makes it feel better.
>You groan with relief.
>Looking over you see two of the three things you love most in the world.
>Ice cold beer and t.v. remote.
>You reach over the dark green blanket splayed out on the cushion next to you and take the bottle, pass it over to your free hand and go back for the remote.
>You shift just a little bit to ensure maximum relaxation before turning the t.v. on.
>The set blinks to life and displays some cartoon show.
>Some magic otters are talking about stopping the bad guy with teamwork being power.
>You chuckle at the absurdity before remembering growing up when G.I. Joe was taking off.
“Guess some things never change.”
>Well, except the channel anyway.
>You flip through channels going up slowly, pausing every now and then when something interesting comes on.
>Some stupid infomercial that has those actors hamming up the product it’s supposed to replace.
>A foreign channel that has… things going on.
>You glance down the hallway trying to remember if she’s home…
>You decide not to chance it and keep climbing up in the channels.
>Until finally you hit the movie channels.
>Nothing particularly great.
>Oh!
>It’s this movie!
>It’s already started so you don’t remember the title but you know this movie.
>Came out when you were a kid.
>Dad took you to go see it while mom was out of town.
>It was well timed but poorly thought out.
>Mom heard you saying lines from the movie and she found the ticket stub when she was cleaning your room a few days after.
>Both you and dad were the ones who got ‘Yipee Ki Yay’d’.
“Worth it” you muse aloud while smiling.
>You take a swig of your beer as you settle in to watch the movie.
>Before too long you hear a click come from down the hall, followed by the creak of that door you keep meaning to fix.
>You hear soft footsteps against the carpet approaching.
>Shortly after, the third and most important thing you love most in the world appears.
>Your daughter.
>She smiles when her emerald green eyes fall on you.
>"Hi daddy" she chirps, clasping her hands together in front of her and leaning over some.
"Hey Queenie, how are you baby?"
>She beams at the pet name her mother gave her.
>"I'm okay daddy, just kinda bored..."
>You hear some gunfire come from the t.v. which draws your attention away from Chrysalis.
"Oh?"
>She walks over and stands next to you.
>You can feel the hem of one of your old t-shirts brushing against your thigh.
>And out of the corner of your eye you can see the heart printed cloth of her pajama pants.
>"Yeah, The Hyve isn't meeting tonight-"
"Your rock band right?"
>She hums in agreement.
"Trouble sharing the spotlight?"
>Your daughter giggles sweetly, "Daddy! You know that's not the issue, there's nothing to share. The spotlight is ALL mine..." she says putting a hand to her hip.
>You glance her way and raise a brow.
>Her confident facade cracks and she drops it with another giggle, "No, seriously, we can barely get by with Chang's garage light over our heads. Ling sprained her wrist and noone else can play the drums, without her we're kind of stuck until she gets better."
>You hum in acknowledgement.
>A pair of warm hands wrap around your forearms, they don't manage to go all the way around, and grip you.
>You glance up at your daughter and have to force your eyes up higher.
>She really has stretched out that old shirt of yours...
>"So, do you mind if I watch t.v. with you tonight daddy?" she pleads.
>You smile.
"You've got better things to do on a Friday night than spend time with your old man don't you Love Bug?"
>She breaks eye contact with you briefly, "Daddy!" she scolds you playfully, "I can't think of anything better than being with you tonight~"
"Alright Chrissy, if you want. I'm watching a movie from when I was a kid."
>You try to keep your voice steady but inside your heart is swelling with pride that threatens to make your lip quiver and voice crack.
>She's such a sweet girl, some of your other coworkers complain about getting poison spat their way for just asking their daughters to stay home for a weekend.
>Yours did so without single wo-
"Oh, get me another beer before you sit d- uh down... would you Love Bug?"
>You turned just in time to see her turn around and stick her butt out near eye level with you so she can plop down beside you.
>The sight caught your tongue for a bit.
>She glances at you over her shoulder back at you, "Oh, sure thing Daddy" she chirps, "Let me know if you want anything else from me" she calls out as she enters the kitchen.
>You're about to call back to her, tell her to forget the beer, as you're starting to think that maybe you've had enough for tonight, but she returns before you can say anything.
>She touches the cold bottle to your neck eliciting a hiss and slight jump from you.
>She giggles sweetly, "Sorry daddy, you just looked really absorbed in the movie. I wanted you to lift your arm up a bit."
>That jolt of cold shakes your thoughts up, you wordlessly comply to your daughter and raise your arm, a space that she quickly and snuggly fills with her own body.
>"Hmm~" she hums contentedly as she digs her head into the crook of your arm.
>You shift a little until you find yourself back into your comfy spot.
>Chrissy groans, "Daddy, this is the standard def channel."
"Hmm?"
>She rolls her eyes and pats your belly, "Gimmie the remote."
>You reach over to the other side of the couch and take the remote.
>Her warm soft fingers slip over yours briefly as she takes the remote from you.
"Lets see..." she mumbles to herself.
>She hits the guide button and repeats the channel number to herself.
>"Okay, add the one and it's three-four-five after..."
>The screen goes dark briefly as it changes channels.
>You get a glimpse of your reflection.
>You have to turn your head and look over at the girl under your arm to remind yourself that it's Chrissy.
>She looked so much like her mother just then...
>"There we go, see? Doesn't that look MUCH better?"
>You turn back to the screen.
"Woah! Yeah, looks great Queenie."
>She sets the remote down on your lap and lets her hand fall limply nearby.
>You clear your throat and try to ignore the tingle traveling up your leg.
>Instead you focus on the movi-
>God, this is better than you remember it.
>"-ld by the way..."
>You hum questioningly to your daughter.
>She fidgets a little to free up her head so she can look up at you, "I said you're not really that old daddy. I mean... maybe a slow with technology, but I'm pretty sure out of all my friends' dad you're the youngest."
>You smile at the complement.
"Heh, your mom and I were pretty impatient I guess."
>She nuzzles up against you, "Aww, you were just eager to have me in your life, that's all."
>You nudge her head with yours and let yourself sink back into the movie.
>Several minutes pass, you know that it hasn't been long because you haven't been able to focus on the movie.
>Your arm keeps getting shifted around as Chrysalis squirms around under you.
"Love Bug? You alright?"
>Her eyes are closed and you can see her lips parted just slightly, they move a little with each breath she takes.
>She blinks her eyes open and looks up at you, "Huh? O-oh! Yes daddy, I'm alright... a little cold maybe" she whispers.
>She presses her body right up against your side and hums pleasantly, 'You're really warm though."
>She grazes her cheek against your chest as she slides her way over and around you, "Oh, perfect! Lemme just grab this..."
>Chrissy drapes herself over your lap as she reaches out around you and tries to grab hold of the blanket beside you.
>Your hand brushes something warm.
>You recoil it and look over on instinct, your hand hovers just over her butt.
>Peeking out at you through the loose band of her pajama bottoms are two thin straps hugging her hips and looping down over the slight bit of her exposed flesh.
"Love Bug, maybe you should just turn in if you're col-"
>"Aah! Got it."
>She quickly rights herself back up, using your thigh as a support to lift herself back up.
>Your leg kicks a little when you feel a light pressure on your member.
>She sits upright and drapes the blanket over herself while holding out one end to you, "Here daddy" she chirps.
"Uh... no, Chrissy, I'm not really all that cold."
>She makes a pathetic whine, "Ohhh, but I can't get really warmed up without you inside."
"Queenie-"
>She drapes the blanket over your shoulder closest to her and huddles up close to you.
>"There, just this is fine right daddy? You won't get too hot like this?"
>You sigh and accept defeat.
"No, this is fine Love Bug."
>She makes a pleased sound and slips an arm in between your back and the couch while pressing her cheek against your shoulder.
>Really, you should be thrilled about your daughter wanting to be so close to you.
>All the warning you got from friends with older kids warned you about her teenage years.
>Maybe it has been helpful that you and her mother had her when you were both teenagers.
>Still, you have this strange feeling buzzing in the back of your head.
>...And a thirst on your tongue.
>You twist open the bottle you'd left to condensate for a bit now and take a drink.
>Your daughter presses up firmly against you for a moment, you could feel her chest start to envelop your arm.
>Glancing over you see her eyes are locked to the t.v.
>Her legs are shifting around under the sheets, she can't seem to keep her toes from wiggling.
>She eases up off of you and goes back to relaxing against you while breathing a long exhale.
>You feel a lot more at ease feeling her be so relaxed and find yourself sinking back into the couch, your movie, and your drink again.
>The movie is finally reaching the climax now.
>In the time that's passed you have since finished your beer and are very settled in.
>Chrissy's moved around a little but otherwise has been peacefully enjoying the movie with you.
>Occasionally you pointed out some trivia you learned over the years about the movie to which she responded briefly but pleasantly.
>Soft hums or gives brief "yeah"s.
>She clearly doesn't really care, but you appreciate her humoring you at least.
>As the movie went on, your arm went from being pinned against her and your side to resting gently on her side under the blanket.
>The music is getting intense now.
>You can feel Chrysalis' breathing rising with the slight expansion of her side against your hand.
>You remember feeling the same way in the theatre with your dad.
>Your heart was racing as you were rooting for the cop to win.
>It's kind of nice getting to share this moment with her.
>Glancing over you can see a redness on her cheeks, her lips are moving and now that you're listening for it you can her hear breathing coming out rather heavy.
>You slide your hand down her body some with the intent to pat her hip and get her attention but she jumps a little at your movement.
>Your fingertips graze her skin that feels somewhat damp.
>She looks up at you with a shocked expression.
"Chrysalis? Are you alright Love Bug?"
>"D-d- I'm okay! J-just uh..." she opens her mouth a little wider and starts to let out what sounds like a mix between a groan and a yawn.
>She pulls her hand out from your back and cups her mouth with it, "Aah, just tired now... I guess I didn't sleep to good last night."
>You can hear the grinding of fabric as her legs shift around under the blanket.
"Oh, you could've said something if you were tired Queenie, don't stay up late on my behalf."
>"No! I'm so clos- I mean... th-the movie is so close to finishing daddy. I wanna see the ending."
>Your chest feels as warm as her body does against you.
"Okay Love Bug."
>You turn back to the screen but occasionally glance over at your daughter.
>God...
>Maybe it's the alcohol coursing your veins or the only light in the room coming from the t.v., but she looks just like her mother right now.
>You feel her wriggle and squirm against you more.
>The intensity of the scene must be getting to her.
>Suddenly you feel her tense up.
>Her eyes go wide and she sort of doubles over.
>"No... it didn't..." you hear her mumble to herself.
>You turn to her.
"Chryssi? Are you alright?"
>She jumps and whips her head up to look at you.
>Her eyes dart between you and herself then back again.
>She bites her lip before jumping up off the couch with the blanket wrapped around her, "B-bathroom!" she shouts before running off to her room.
>Oh, guess all that tension you thought she was getting from the movie was just her holding it in...
>With her suddenly gone, your side that was blanketed before is now leaving you feeling much colder.
>You let out a shudder and shiver a little while trying to go back to the movie.
>From down the hall and through her doorway you hear your daughter whine.
>You lean forward and try to peer down the hall.
"Chrissy?!" you call out to her.
>Her door is thrown open and she runs down the hallway out into the living room wearing only your old shirt.
>It just barely covers her up but leaves plenty of herself exposed.
>You quickly look away.
"Chrissy, what are- What's going on?"
>"Daddy! I need help!" she pleads.
>You instinctively turn to your troubled daughter but are reminded of why you turned away very quickly.
"What? What's is it Queenie?" you respond, trying to keep your eyes locked to hers.
>She has an uncomfortable look on her face and worry clearly pouring from her eyes.
>She lowers her head and grips the hem of your shirt, pulling it down in front of her crotch which also happened to compress it against her chest.
>She mumbles something quietly into the floor.
>You reach around for the remote and mute the t.v.
"What was that Chrissy?"
>"I was..." she fidgets with the shirt a little, wringing it slightly, "I was... enjoying myself... a-and the string broke."
>She wiggles her fingers slightly on one hand and a small pink string dangles down.
"Baby I don't- what is this string for?"
>She raises her head high enough and rolls her eyes at your confusion, you can see the redness on her cheeks is practically glowing.
>She takes in a deep shuddered breath and holds it for a moment.
>You watch her squirming and squeezing her thighs together, "I was playing with my toy. The string broke and it's still... inside."
>Your brain grinds along trying to make sense of all this.
>You watch her bite her lip and do a short squat like she were trying to hold in a pee.
>Then it hits you.
>What kind of toy she's talking about.
>And you can feel a bubbling rising up in your chest.
>You manage to stifle all but the most muffled snicker as you see the look of frustration on her face.
"So... this toy, why would you put a string on it?"
>"Daddy! It's- mmn... It's a little egg shaped vibrator with a string. You push it in and..."
>She tugs firmly on the shirt and does another little partial squat.
"Okay, yeah I got it. Did you try to get it out like with... uh your fingers I guess?"
>She huffs, "Yes! That was the first thing I tried."
"Well... what about uh, maybe shaking it out?"
>She frowns at you and gyrates her hips around while keeping the scowl on her face, "This is probably the most 'shaking' I can do!"
"Calm down Love Bug, I'm just trying to help."
>She lets her frustration go with a sigh, her legs are trembling now, "Sorry daddy..."
>Despite the situation you really can't help but find the humor in this.
"What about... jumping?"
>She glares at you.
>You hold out your hands in surrender, "Yes. Everything! I tried everything first before coming out here!" she growls.
>You stifle your smile and force a straight face.
"Okay well... try it again. Maybe with you standing up for longer it's moved down."
>She lowers her head and fidgets in place for a few moments in silence before mumbling out a short, "Okay."
>She pulls the hem of your shirt down and starts hopping in place, slowly spreading her legs further apart with each hop.
>Her chest visibly jiggles with no bra to resist it and the shirt pinned tightly to her upper body.
>You can see a drop or two fall from behind the hem of her shirt to the carpet below before she stops.
>You don't state the obvious, that it didn't work.
"Did you feel it? Like move down or something?"
>She shakes her head, "N-no. It's still where it is. Daddy, it's really uncomfortable..." she whines.
>You rise up onto wobbly legs and walk over to her.
"Should we go to the hospital? I can't drive but I bet Mrs. Harshwhinny next door wouldn't mind-"
>Her eyes widen, "No! Nobody can know about this!"
"Queenie, they're doctors, they don't care and we don't have to say anything to Ms.-"
>"No. Daddy, it's embarrassing enough that you know."
>You can see tears beginning to well up under her eyes.
>You sigh.
"Okay okay, no hospital."
>She breathes a sigh of relief and tilts her head forward to rest it against your chest, "Thanks daddy..." she mumbles.
"Don't thank me yet Love Bug, I'm really at a loss here kiddo."
>"You could... I mean- could you... you know?"
>She raises her head to look up at you, quivering her bottom lip.
>You're about to ask her what she means when you realize what she's saying.
"Oh... Chrysalis baby, I don't-"
>She reaches up and grips your shirt weakly in her clenched hands, "Please daddy... it's starting to hurt" she whispers.
>This is your baby girl.
>You love her more than anything in the world and swore to do everything in your power to ensure she grows up safe and happy.
>This... was not something you ever expected to be your responsibility.
"Okay Love Bug okay, climb up on the couch and... turn yourself my way."
>The words are difficult to say.
>She lets out a small breath and stiffly walks over to the couch.
>She glances back at you over her shoulder briefly before facing the back of the couch and slowly climbing up onto it.
>She digs her knees into the edge of the cushions and places one hand on the back of the couch.
>The other is pulling the back of your shirt down in an attempt to cover her rear.
>You walk over, she tenses up as she hears you approaching, and kneel down behind her.
>You take in a breath, the slightly sour musk in the air quickly forces you to switch to breathing with your mouth.
>As your hot breath grazes over the bits of her exposed flesh you see twitch and try to pull the shirt harder.
"Love Bug I can't see a thing like this..." you state awkwardly.
>You can feel a serious heat rising on your own cheeks as you kneel before your daughter.
>Slowly she releases the shirt, one finger at a time until the last finger pulls it up and exposes some of her back in addition to her butt.
>You could see shiny flesh around her fuzzy peach and down her thighs.
>Your heart begins to quicken as you stare into your daughter's privates but to no avail obviously.
"Chrissy, Queenie, can you... spread yourself a little?"
>She tenses up when you speak and remains still once you've finished your request.
>After a moment she lowers her head into the cushion, rising her rear in the air higher and brings her hands around back.
>They tremble as they hover over her rump but shortly find their way over to her lips.
>She touches them gingerly, and even lets out a muffled gasp and trembles her body but she soon slips a pair of finger in from each hand and pulls her soaked lips apart.
>A few strands of moisture connect the two sides which slowly droop down and add to the faint stream trickling down into her small patch of fuzz on her front.
>You're not sure if it's your own skin or hers but there's a heat radiating out in front of your face.
>You wipe your brow and steel yourself to lean in closer.
>Now you're certain the heat is coming from her.
>You angle yourself around her rear but you can't see anything with your shadow obscuring your vision.
"I can't see anything still Love Bug, I need some light. Hold on while I get a flashlight-"
>She groans, "You have your phone don't you?"
"Yeah?"
>"Then don't leave me! Just use-" she growls, "Just gimmie your phone!"
>She releases herself with one hand and holds it out behind her and at you.
>You sit there somewhat dumbfounded.
>Your body seems to act of its own accord and stiffly pulls the phone out of your pocket and hands it to your daughter.
>She brings it up to her face which she turns slightly to uncover it from the cushion.
>You clamp your mouth shut and keep your lips tight as another threatens to overtake you.
>She would raise all sorts of hell if you laughed now, she's just like her mother in how well she can laugh at herself...
>You hear a click and see a bright light shining from the back of your phone.
>"Here" she huffs and thrusts it back at you.
>You take the phone and turn the light towards her rear.
>She has returned her hand to where it was.
>Now with the light shining you can see a faint shimmer all over the pale flesh of her butt.
>Even small beads of sweat making her skin twinkle somewhat.
>You shake your head and focus.
>Holding the light up and peering down you can see a little blur of color amidst the pink.
"I-I can see it Chrysalis, it's still vibrating it looks like."
>She gasps, "I know... c-can you get it?" she whimpers.
>She's trembling now.
>You grip your phone tightly to try and get rid of the shakiness in your hands.
>It doesn't do much to improve your situation.
"Okay Chrysalis, baby, you tell me if I'm hurting you okay?"
>You can feel her body shake and see just the tip of her head move in a nodding motion.
>Her lips look plump still, and beneath the small bit of fuzz you can see a fair bit of color on the pale skin beneath.
>You slip one finger in, Chrysalis tenses up and you can even feel her constrict around you but that at least fades shortly after.
>She's tight, but it feels like two fingers wouldn't be too much for her.
>You guess that this toy of hers is probably bigger around than two of your fingers.
>God this is so fucked.
>You again force yourself to focus and then almost wish you hadn't when you remind yourself of the goal here.
>You bring in your middle finger, it slides in with ease using her own lubrication.
>She hisses but doesn't tense up this time.
>You press the back of your fingers against her moist wall.
>She lets out a partially stifled gasp.
>You consider explaining that it's so you can see but decide that ending this as quickly as possible is probably the best thing for both of you and instead continue deeper inside.
>Your second knuckles reach her entrance.
>She buries her face into the couch and muffles whatever noises she's making.
>You can feel her tighten up around your fingers, her lips put a bit of pressure on your knuckles.
"Chryssi? Love Bug, are you okay? Am I hurting you?"
>You hear a groan before she lifts her head some, "No daddy..." she replies weakly and between panted breaths, "You're not h-hurting m-me..."
>Well, you can't tell if she's putting on a brave face or what but she hasn't told you to stop.
>You sink your fingers in deeper, the knuckle of your ring finger is pushing against her little nub.
>You tried to avoid it but it can't really be done while trying to keep a clear view of her insides.
>As expected you feel her squirm and even push back against your hand with her hips.
"I know Chrysalis, just bear with it for a little longer, I can feel the toy."
>You hear some muffled whimpers come from further ahead.
>You push into her just a little more, You can hear a faint squechling noise from the moist flesh being compressed.
>The buzzing makes it kind of difficult to feel out what your eyes can't show you.
>You think you felt it go deeper and are immediately hit with concern.
>Chrysalis is trembling and breathing heavily but doesn't seem to be in any more distress than before.
"Love Bug? I don't think I can get it, I'm scared I'm going to push it further. Listen baby, I know that women can... squeeze-"
>Her mother was particularly good at that...
"Maybe you can squeeze... y'know, above where the toy is? Push it out far enough that I can-"
>"Squeeze? Daddy what are you talking about?" she mumbles through shuddered breaths.
>Okay, so, guess that's not something that just gets passed on.
"Uh, never mind. Queenie I can't get a hold of it, I think we really should get you to a doctor-"
>"NO! You said you've got it. Can't you... help me push it out?" she pleads.
"Chryssi I don't think there's anything I can-"
>Her cheek smooshes against your hand as she frees up a hand of her own.
>She reaches it back, batting impatiently at the air.
>She scratches your hand with her fingernails before lashing out and grabbing your hand and pulling you forwards.
"Gah- Queenie!"
>You brace your core to keep yourself upright but your daughter's vicelike grip on your hand and your concern with 'losing the toy' leave your body bent further forward and now merely inches away from your daughter's privates.
>The heat coming off of her now is incredible.
>Using your mouth for breathing is no good anymore.
>You can taste her on your tongue.
>The sweetness that arouses a tingling in your body forces you to immediately clamp your mouth shut and hold your breath.
>Your other hand grazes against her soft fuzz.
>Chrysalis's fingers lay over yours and press your fingers into the soft mound of flesh and pubes below her navel.
>"You said push... c-can you push from here?"
>You feel her press down on your fingers harder.
>Your nails begin to dig into the firm flat surface of her groin.
>She has always been a thin girl, you feed her well but she never seems to keep much fat on her belly.
>You try pushing down with your own strength.
>Chrysalis squeaks, the muscle of her abdomen tightens, pushes back against your intrusion.
"You gotta relax Love Bug."
>She lets out a long exhale, her muscle relaxes and your finger digs deeper into her flesh.
>She lets out a small groan of discomfort.
>You're about to give up and just call Ms. Harshwhinny after thoroughly washing your hands when you feel a shift.
>There's a very faint vibrating sensation on your fingertips and against your other hand, you can feel the egg come closer.
"Holy..."
>You can't actually believe this worked.
"I felt it move closer Queenie baby, just bear with me a little more okay?"
>"Mmhmm..." she whimpers.
>You glide your fingers down little by little, straining hard to keep the pressure up.
>Chrysalis squirms under your ministrations.
>She has raised her head up and is breathing in rapid shallow breaths to keep her abdomen relaxed.
>You slip your two fingers back some, her walls quiver in response.
>You can't avoid the scent of her musk surrounding you but do your best to ignore it.
>Once more the egg slides outward and meets your fingertips.
>You retreat your fingers one last time, back out to the second knuckle.
>Your daughter's moisture is dripping down your hand and continuing down your arm.
>With the chance at getting more purchase around the egg you slowly spread your fingers apart.
>Chrysalis gasps and tries to stifle her moans.
>You're certain now that they're not ones of pain.
>Hearing them tickle your ear give you a strange feeling in your gut.
>"Oh daddy, oh daddy, oh daddy!" she repeats over and over, as a whispered shout.
"I know love bug. I almost got it."
>Her walls push back against you as you pry her apart with your two fingers.
>Once you feel you've gotten enough space you slip your fingers in again and press down hard against her pubes with your other hand.
>She lets out a low guttural groan.
>Your heart nearly skips a beat as they grab the slippery plastic orb.
>It's buzzing much less now which makes grabbing it easier.
>You hold onto it for dear life.
>Okay Anonymous, don't rush and mess this up.
>You release the pressure on her pubic area and gently rub what must be a sore spot now.
>Chryssi lowers her head into the couch again, you can feel her abdomen tense up again under your touch.
>You've gotten back up to the second knuckle.
>Her body is trembling and sweat now freely drips down her rear.
>You can feel her walls quiver and squeeze as you draw the egg out more.
>Out to the first knuckle now.
>"Mmnnss."
>Chrysalis keeps shouting something repeatedly into the cushion.
>Her lips spread apart wide as you bring your hand and the toy out through her entrance.
>She tenses up completely and throws her head back.
>Her long dark green hair whips against her back.
>She louts out a loud "YES!"
>You pull the toy out and immediately drop it to the floor.
>A brief feeling of relief washes over you which is quickly followed by concern as your daughter starts to move.
>She thrusts her ass back at you making you jump back in surprise.
>"Yes, daddy! Fuck!"
>Your eyes widen with shock.
>She thrusts her hips back into the open air between you both.
>A growl rumbles in her throat, "Wha? No... No! I was s-SO CLOSE!"
>She turns her head to look back at you, a burning lust is clear in her emerald eyes.
>"Yes, daddy! Fuck!"
>Your eyes widen with shock.
>She thrusts her hips back into the open air between you both.
>A growl rumbles in her throat, "Wha? No... No! I was s-SO CLOSE!"
>She turns her head to look back at you, a burning lust is clear in her emerald eyes.
>"Daddy, touch me! Please daddy! I'm s-sooo close! J-just bury your face in my ass, bite my clit, whip that fat cock of yours out and FUCK ME. Anything, PLEASE, Daddy!"
>You stumble back from a mix of alcohol, joint stiffness, and shock.
>Your ass hits the floor.
>By the time you manage to open your eyes your daughter has pounced on you.
>She fell back against you, slamming her rear down onto your stiff lap and started viciously grinding against you.
>You try to push her away but her hands have already coiled their way around to the back of your neck and locked herself on top of you.
>She gasps and moans loudly as she grinds on your bulge.
>Your baby girl, the one you love most in the world looks you dead in the eyes as she reaches her orgasm.
>You watch as her mouth opens wide.
>Her eyes roll up in her head.
>You feel her twitch and grind against you.
>Her moisture soaking into your clothes.
>Covering you in her scent.
>You feel her nails dig into the flesh of your neck.
>Her body becomes limp against you.
>Your ears are ringing still from the sound of ecstasy she belted out but now all you hear are her heavy breaths.
>Your heart is racing in your chest.
>Brain is racing even faster.
>What in the hell do you do now?
>You sit there, getting soaked in your own daughter's arousal feeling it pass through your pants and start to soak into the cloth of your underwear.
>The warmth against your swelling member is only getting warmer now.
>You truly don't know what to say.
>What to do.
>You know what you'd like to do...
>And that thought makes you sick to your stomach.
>You place your hands on her shoulders and gently try to move her away from you.
>Her eyes blink open in that instant, they immediately lock with yours.
>She gasps while her lips form a big "O" shape and she quickly cups a hand over her mouth.
>You can see her eyes beginning to well up with tears.
>"Daddy..." she whispers.
>She must have no idea how to read your face.
>Kinda hard when you don't know how to express anything right now.
>She raises a shaky hand up and touches your cheek.
>You recoil away from it which sends her straight over into sobbing quietly.
>"Oh daddy...I am SO sorry..." she whimpers.
>She again touches your cheek, you don't pull away this time.
>Her fingers gently caress the stubble of your face.
>"By the end of it, with your hand rubbing me and your other stretching... I-I found myself so close..." she begins to explain.
>You don't know how to respond.
>Chrysalis takes your silence as a means to continue, "My brain went crazy, I-I've never felt like that before and I... s-saw you, I couldn't help myself..."
>Again you remain silent.
>Chrysalis lowers her eyes and buries her head in under your chin.
>She sobs into your chest while begging you not to hate her.
>You brush her messy sweaty hair back which prompts her to hold her breath in anticipation of your response.
"I don't hate you love bug..." is all you manage to get out, just the flat truth.
>She is quickly reduced to sniffling, "It's just..."
>She has more to say?!
>"My girlfriends joke a lot, about how they want to be my mom, that they want to slip away during a sleep over, all because you're so hot and young..."
>They what?!
>Her hand has begun to travel lower now.
>You can feel her nails gently scraping along your neck.
>Your body shivers in response, when she touches that spot her mother liked to play with.
>"It made me realize a while ago that... they were right."
>Your breath catches in your throat for a second.
>You lower your head instinctively to cough it out.
>When you do, Chrysalis has brought up her other hand to hold your face in place.
>Slowly she turns to look into your eyes again.
>She's biting her bottom lip as she stares deeply into you.
>"I hated it. Not that they were right, but that they would joke about fucking you daddy..."
>You find yourself completely entranced by her.
>She shifts a little using her hips, putting your aching bulge into a more comfortable place.
>"That they would joke about taking your love from me, it frustrated me to no end. Because I knew they were wasting their time, there's no way they could ever take your love away from me right... daddy?" she says just barely a whisper.
>She smirks up at you, flashing you with one of her canines, "You're lonely daddy... taking care of me since mom died all those years ago. Loving me with all your heart, helping me with anything I needed. Even..." she lowers her eyes down to her crotch.
>She grinds against you slowly before raising her head up again, "This." she punctuates with a voice that sounds laced with dripping honey.
"Chrysalis-"
>"Shh" she plants a finger against your lips, "See even now you want to help me don't you daddy? You're such a loving father like that. But see, I'm okay, I don't need help. You do."
>She lowers one hand, slowly bringing it down to her chest and hooking the neck of your shirt.
>She pulls the shirt down, low enough to expose one plump pink nipple atop a sizable mound of pale flesh.
>"And after all the help you've given me daddy, I want to help you now... because I LOVE you daddy."
>She lets the shirt pop back up around her neck and traces her hand up your body until it cups your chin.
>She grips you firmly and starts to pull your head down while sitting up and bearing down onto your bulge.
>Her breath puffs against your face.
>"Don't you love me daddy?"
>Your head is swimming.
>Not a single thought can properly form in your mind.
"Y-yes..." you speak the words without feeling like they came from you.
>Rather, some deeper part of you.
>She chuckles.
>"And you WANT to love me don't you?"
"Yes" this deeper part is quicker to respond now.
>She flashes a canine at you again with her smirk, "You want to give your sexy daughter ALL of your love don't you?"
>Her lips hover not even an inch away from yours.
>Your heart is pounding in your chest.
>Your lips part, they quiver as a faint buzzing of hesitation rings in the back of your mind.
"Yes..." you whisper out.
>She presses her soft young lips against you.
>Slowly her hands slip around to the back of your head.
>Your own hands come forward and travel under her shirt.
>She gasps into your mouth and her young slim body shivers under your touch.
>Her eyes shimmer with lust, just like her mother's...