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Thread: All to Herself (Ethereal & Father Figure)

What he was thinking? He felt sick. That was the emotion going on through his mind as he sat there with her, the emotion that played out as he watched the screen and tried to keep his eyes on the movie. The movie had indeed been odd, even freaky, and some of the moments had without a doubt been sudden and frightening. Yet what had stood out as well was the strange undercurrent of sexuality in both the film and in the air between himself and his daughter. It should not have been there, so he could only place it upon the movie itself, which had a young female protagonist. The actress was over the age of eighteen, that he knew, but in the movie they did not quite ever discuss her age...seeming to keep the young woman a mystery teen, and when she bartered with Black Bill, when she unlaced her dress and let it drop, when she walked into the forest nude and wiggling her pale white ass he could not help but feel arousal. He had not expected that going into the movie, not in the slightest, but there it was and he was almost certain his daughter had noticed that. It suffused his face just slightly in a blush, perhaps of shame or embarrassment to wonder if she had realized that he was a little bit hard against her skin. It had caused him to move about a tiny bit, trying to adjust for comfort as the movie concluded, and he took a deep breath as it finally did. As those naked witches rose into the air and it suddenly ended, he felt a damned good amount of relief. There, that was over, he had kept his word. He knew he should get up and go to bed, perhaps take a shower and relieve some of this tension, that sounded like a very good idea, but the truth was he did not want to let her down. Did she want another movie? Did she want to do something else? He truly was not sure what to do. He looked down at her and considered for a moment, trying to feel out how she was feeling. The way her finger moved hinted at something more, but once more his adoration for her sat it aside. He was the one who should feel dirty, he was not about to project that onto his young girl. Yes, he honestly had to get away form her with him feeling like that and he leaned in to kiss her nose as his hand gave an innocent, or was it, pat to her bottom. Off, sugar, I may not go to bed yet but I think I am going to go hop in the shower and relax for a little bit. If you're still up when I get out, maybe we'll watch something else, all right? It was the best compromise he could come up with, and maybe if he wrapped his hand around his cock and jerked off then he'd stop feeling like the screwed up man he was and start being the Father she deserved. It was worth a damned try at this point.
Thread: All to Herself (Ethereal & Father Figure)

She should have waited. She should have waited until the next day, or hell, even just waited a few hours. The voice in her head told her that she was going to blow it, act too soon and ruin it all. And yet, she couldn't force herself to wait. It had only been a mere two hours since she'd perched happily in his lap, and already, she needed to feel his touch again. It reassured her, now more than ever. Her lips formed into a small smile as she laid eyes on him, relieved at the way he again laid it all out so perfectly for her. She didn't even have to throw out the excuse of a nightmare, or not being able to fall asleep in the first place. He already guessed it. She wondered, even as he assumed why she was there, if he found it strange. She couldn't recall the last time she had crept into his room late at night with the hopes of him letting her into his bed, never having had intentions quite like these. Without missing a beat or waiting a second too long, she stepped in further, pulling the door shut behind her. She had not yet spoken, but she made it clear that she was there to stay. The voice in her head continued to caution her, telling her not to do something stupid. She needed to simply crawl into his bed, cuddle up with him as she had done on the couch, and inconspicuously attempt to provoke him. And yet, she didn't want to wait. She wanted to move over top of him, touch him, press her lips to his and show her that she was all he needed. But how would he react to that? Every time I close my eyes, I see that stupid goat. she answered as she strode over to his bed, climbing up without invitation. For a moment, she simply sat above the covers next to where he laid, her eyes gazing down at him. Can I lay with you for awhile? she asked, though the girl didn't wait for an answer as she pulled his covers to the side, shifting and slipping beneath them and curling up next to her father. Despite warning herself to move slowly, she offered no hesitations as she hurriedly cuddled up against him, almost as though she was afraid he would tell her no if she gave him the chance to consider it. Her actions had caused her nerves to build up slightly, unsure of how he would react to her. Her hopeful eyes lifted to take in his expression as her head rested against his arm, and again, she found herself wondering just what was going through his head. Was he pleased with her? Displeased? Was he even reacting to her at all? Did he notice anything different, or had he somehow managed to overlook her efforts? It was maddening, not knowing. Not knowing whether he was as consumed by her as she was by him. Desperately, she just wanted him to need her.
Thread: All to Herself (Ethereal & Father Figure)

There was no doubt in his mind that things were starting to go the wrong direction with his little girl, especially when she moved and joined him in the bed. He hardly doubted that the goat bothered her, especially at this age when so many other things were no longer a problem. No, this was all being done so that she could come and be with him. He almost wanted to send her out, to tell her that she could not do this, but when he felt her slide into the bed next to him that thought quickly fled his conscious mind and he merely held her as she pressed close. The heat between them was unbearable, absolutely torturous, and has he moved his arms around her to give her whatever false comfort he could he realized something that had been nagging in the back of his mind. As she had moved across the room, the hint of light from the hallway emphasizing every line of her body, he was sure of it...his little girl had come into his bed not wearing panties. God help him, she was nude beneath that nightgown. Was he pleased or displeased? None of that mattered to the man, what mattered was that she was taking steps to be close to him and he was worried he would hurt her, push her away, make her realize that something was wrong. That was something he did not wish to do in the slightest, that was something he did not want to cause, even further distance. But his hands were already trying to figure out what to do with themselves as she lay there, desperate to not touch her inappropriately, worried that at any moment he was going to cup one breast or grip her young ass through the nightie she wore. He felt her moving against him, tempting him, and he wanted to scream at her about what the hell she thought she was doing, but he knew...she had feelings for him, it was in every hint she had given that entire evening, and he caught his lips as he felt a slow growl happening in the back of his throat. It turned his face a bit cruel in that moment as the lip was released and his jaw tightened, his features becoming pensive. And what made it worse was that he was getting hard. Suddenly he decided to turn, moving his body so that he faced away from her as she lay there. Even if it hurt her feelings he was not about to poke his daughter in the stomach with that growing prick. Hell, he was lucky he'd decided to put boxers on when he lay in bed, because sometimes he decided to sleep in the nude. He frowned, almost angry at himself for the way he was having to act, and he casually explained it off as discomfort, his voice showing feigned exhaustion. Sorry, hon, I'd snuggle but I have to turn this way to get to sleep, but you can just come close and hug me if you need to do so, no big deal. A yawn soon followed as he closed his eyes, hoping this torture would come to some kind of conclusion soon.
Thread: All to Herself (Ethereal & Father Figure)

Even as he wrapped his arms around her, she could sense that something was wrong. Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes displaying a hint of innocence that wasn't truthfully present as she watched his face change. Was he...angry? If he was, he didn't outright say it, which perhaps, was a good thing. Perhaps, it simply meant he was frustrated. Maybe she was getting to him, as she had hoped to do. And just like that, he turned away. She could sense the mistruth he spoke when he rolled over, recalling the many times he had held her while she slept in the years before. His actions didn't upset her though. No, they were quite pleasing. She was sure of it now. He knew that something was going on, even if he didn't know exactly what. She was getting to him, sparking things within him that he wouldn't want to feel in regards to his daughter. Perhaps, she should have stopped then. She was again reminded how wrong it all was, and she knew that had to be what was stopping him. It simply wasn't right, yet not a single part of her wanted to stop. She had gotten in too deep, and now, there was no going back. And so, she went along with it, offering no reaction as he turned over and away from her. That's okay, daddy. she spoke after a moment, simply curling up with the pillow she laid against, only her arm touching him as the two seemingly settled into bed. A minute or two passed before she shifted, as though she was attempting to get comfortable. She still played if off as though her actions were completely innocent, though they both knew at that point that they were anything but. Scooting closer, the front of her body pressed into his back, her nightdress offering only a thin barrier between her breasts and his skin. One of her legs carefully moved in between his, the girl shamelessly moving in as close as she possibly could given the position he was laying in. By then, she wanted to push him to his breaking point. She hadn't intended to reach this point so soon, having imagined this would all play out over the span of at least a few days. But at this point, there was no point in dragging it out. He seemed to know what she was doing, and she seemed to know that her actions were getting to him. She just needed to push him a little bit further.
Thread: All to Herself (Ethereal & Father Figure)

HIs lip curled as he tried to ignore what was happening, but there was indeed something sparking inside of him and it was hardly the kind of emotion his little girl would have appreciated. It was that terrible hunger needing to be fed, that twisted desire that wanted to not just have sex with a woman...but fucking obliterate them, teach them their proper place beneath a man. He yearned so badly to do that to her, to make her understand that her place in life was to fucking be a good little hole, and he felt his stomach twist up almost to the point of making him violently ill as he realized that it was his little girl he was thinking of. He hated himself, hated himself completely, but that did not stop the thickening stretching of that mammoth prick beneath his boxers. There could be no hiding it now if she touched him, if he turned, and he shuddered as she pressed closer against him. God he could feel her, those sweet perfect tits pressing against his back, his eyes closing as he took a slow shuddering breath inwards before releasing it once more. She damn well knew what she was doing. That was the problem and it could not be ignored any longer. He was not some child to curl up to hide away from his own daughter and so he slowly rolled to where he was laying on his back, turning just slightly beneath the covers so he could brace his arm against his pillow and he rested his head in it as he looked down at her. He just studied her, barely any distance between them before his voice rather quietly and thoughtfully asked. Why are you doing this? He did not need to know what she was doing, he already knew, she was trying to become intimate with him...hell, let's be honest she was sending every single for him to take her, but he could not fathom actually still believing it, and so the question remained just slightly as he spoke it for her again. His hand reached up as he spoke, touching her face to trace over her cheek, a soft and gentle touch that showed maybe he wasn't that bad a man after all, right? Maybe he truly did care? Why are you doing this? Yet instead of pushing her out of the bed like he should of, instead of making her go away and back to her room, he touched her face and asked his question of her. No, that proved that he was a bad man, that proved that he was absolutely horrible, because as he asked he felt his cock twitch and a little bit of precum dot the inside of his boxers. He felt that tightness in his throat and he already knew...he was not going to ask her to leave the room.
Thread: All to Herself (Ethereal & Father Figure)

Her heart seemed to beat faster within her chest as she felt him shifting, her body easing up to allow him to move, though she remained close to him even as he changed positions. The side of her body was still facing him as he rolled to his back, her needy eyes lifting to meet his gaze. She bit down on her lower lip as he gazed down at her, her expression curious as she awaited his reaction. She could see the confliction within his own face, and it took a surprising amount of effort to keep herself from smiling in response. She had gotten him where she wanted him, and his words only seemed to help confirm it. He didn't yell at her, or tell her to stop what she was doing. He simply asked why she was doing it. He didn't push her away, scold her, tell her how utterly inappropriate she was being. No, he reached out to her, his touch loving as it had always been, and only asked why. The answer was simple, perhaps even simpler than he would have imagined. Of course, there was some depth to it, though she had no reason to delve into it. She didn't want him to be with anyone else, or to even need anyone else in the first place. Her jealousy seemed to be the driving force of it all, yet as he asked her that simple question for a second time, only then did she seem to truly grasp the answer. She just wanted him to be happy. Of course, he could be happy with someone else. She knew that. And yet, she didn't want him to be. It went further than that though. She knew the joys she had brought to him, just as he did for her. Who could possibly make him happier than she could? Yes, it was wrong, but it was as though she knew that it would never feel as right with any other woman than it would with her. The realization brought a smile to her lips, and before she answered him aloud, she lifted her own hand and placed it over the one that rested upon her cheek. For a moment, her thumb simply brushed against his fingers, her leg slowly snaking back up over top of his own. The action caused her nightdress to ride up, though she paid no mind to that as she gently gripped his hand. I just want to make you happy, Daddy. she answered softly, a bit of a sultry tone within her voice. She brought his hand to her lips, kissing the tips of his fingers before allowing the tip of his middle finger to slip past her lips. Her eyes stayed on his, unwavering as she gently sucked on the single digit.
Thread: All to Herself (Ethereal & Father Figure)

He watched her take his hand as if he was in a surreal dream, seeing her beautiful lips kiss the fingertip before sliding it within her mouth and he gave a small noise at the feel of her tongue eagerly teasing him. A small gasp as she met his eyes and sucked his finger like it was the tip of his cock inside of her lovely little mouth. His own eyes blazed with lust, adrenaline pounding through him like fuel on the fire that was consuming everything reasonable inside of his mind. What made it worse, deep down, was this was better than anything he could have had when he went out this evening. This was real, this was twisted, this was sickening...and that is what got him off, that is what he truly needed. His teeth clamped together as that jaw tightened, the look of a predator in his features as he leaned closed and kissed the side of her face. The small feel of his beard, the brush of his skin, and he whispered slowly into her ear. You don't know what the hell you're saying. The words came out like a snarl, his lips curling just slightly as he felt that need to just dominate, to just have whatever he could out of a woman. She could not in any way understand that, he knew that, even if she was offering herself in such a lewd fashion to him. The things he had done with other women. Wrapping his hand around their throat and choking them to near unconsciousness as he fucked their tight holes, taking them and making them deep throat his huge prick until they gagged and spit all over his nuts, and how he had slapped and abused them...degrading them in so many ways. The list was endless, fucking endless, and he knew deep down he would always find more that he could do with a woman. No, she did not understand what kind of man he was and even if she was offering herself up and his heart pounded so loud she could hear it...maybe telling her that was not the right answer. Maybe he should fucking show her. You want me happy? Do you think this is what will do it? Huh? His hand came up to grip her by her hair, jerking her head just slightly as he tugged her near, rolling their bodies slightly so that he was on top of her, the feel of that muscled weight bearing down upon her...and more than that, the feel of that hard cock pressing against her little belly. As he moved her his free hand gripped one of her wrists, jerking it above her head and holding it against the pillow and he smiled. That smile was like nothing her Father had ever given her before. It was a smile of victory, the smile of a conqueror, of a man who knew he could own that little body if he wanted to have it. He could utterly decimate her and his eyes widened with sheer need as he wondered at how this made him feel....if he was trying to scare her, if he did frighten her enough to make her stop, could he at this point?
Thread: All to Herself (Ethereal & Father Figure)

Casey's eyes watched carefully, eagerly awaiting his response as her tongue teasingly circled around his finger. Her actions would show him that this was something she had done before, though that was truthfully the least of her concerns. What mattered in that moment, was successfully getting him to give in to her. She was so close, she could feel it. She moaned softly against his finger as he leaned in towards her, the brush of his lips sending a pleasant shiver down her body. His words were not what she expected, and yet, they didn't seem to phase her. As far as he was concerned, she truly believed that she knew what she was saying. She thought it would be easy, that she could do with him as she had done with the boys her age. Why would he not be just as easy to please? Then show me. she whispered as she pulled back just far enough to allow his finger to slip out of her mouth, though a tiny string of saliva attached it to her lips. There was a lust in her eyes that he would have never seen within them before, a look that a daughter should never give to her father. She knew that he was attempting to hold back, though she didn't truthfully know why. She thought that she did. She thought he was simply caught up in how wrong it all was, and that even though he wanted it, he simply didn't want to give in. The naive girl had no idea that it went so far beyond that. Her tiny body jumped slightly as he spoke to her again, his words louder this time. For a moment, she almost looked nervous, her eyes widening as he gripped her hair and moved over top of her. Her lips were parted, as though in shock, and yet, there was still no trace of fear. Instead, there she went, biting that lower lip again as she stared up at him, that same needy gaze meeting his own eyes. Silently, she nodded in response to his growled words, her eyes shifting from him, down to his body as she felt herself shift against him. She could feel his bulge against her, her hips lifting slightly as though she was trying to stimulate herself against it. Only when he gripped her wrist and pulled it up above where her head rested did her eyes lift back up to his, her body going still beneath him. And yet, as he stared down at her, she was still either too stupid or too naive to understand the look in his eyes. It was something that went far beyond love or lust, but she couldn't yet see that. And so, instead of drawing back or reevaluating her decisions, she challenged him again. Show me.
Thread: All to Herself (Ethereal & Father Figure)

Show her. His lips curled down in an almost derisive look, dismissive for a moment of such a childish statement. Show her? She wanted to throw down that challenge and somehow demand that she could even remotely understand his needs. His own eyes were pools of terrible want, far gone and away from the father he was, terribly showing the man he truly could be on the inside...and that was no man, it was more akin to an animal with the way he stared at her. A piece of fucking meat ready to be used by him. It was like a feast was being laid out for him to sup upon, something that he could gorge himself in destroying and he continued to smile down at her as he showed just the tiniest bits of gentleness, leaning in to kiss her lips just slightly so that she understood he was still always going to care...at least that was a sign of human emotion, just for a moment, before it was gone and he leaned back...leaned back and decided it was time. She wanted him to show her, then he damned well would, and his free hand reached down between them to jerk that thick cock out. She hadn't even seen it yet but it felt monstrous against her young skin, his hips moving as he jerked her thighs open. Everything about this was not the sensual, sexy, dominance that so many women happened to think was what they truly wanted. Fifty Shades of Grey had fucked up entire generations and what her father was doing was nothing like it. No, he intended to fuck her at that very moment, his eyes staring down into hers as he found that tight young entrance. Was she wet yet? Was she ready? Could he smell the sex of her on the air? None of that mattered in the slightest though, ready or not he was going to fuck her, and if it was rape of his own little angel then that was what it would be called. Consequences no longer mattered as he pressed that bareback cock against her tiny hole, his body aching as he pushed and pushed viciously hard. Then he fucking split her in two. Once he had access there was no stopping him, and nothing holding him back, those hips powering down into her as he forced her wide. The sheer impressiveness of that prick was finally felt, nine inches and with a girth that he could barely wrap his hand around, but that was hardly what made this fucking so cruel no matter how tiny she was. Size mattered, no matter what anyone said, but it was not size that was the hallmark of that moment. It was the savagery, for once he had his hold upon her he obliterated every bit of resistance. His hands gripped her little legs, shoving them up and onto his shoulders, going deep with every stroke. There was no need to be quiet, no need to hold back, so he did not...instead he just slammed into her again and again, vicious rocking motions that caused the bed to ram hard against the side of the wall. The room shook from the blows of his pounding into her , as if wanting to make her pay for some crime she had never committed against him.