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The (Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme!

The (Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme

Because any good idea for a meme deserves its own smut version, this is just what the box says: the reverse picture meme for smut/nsfw prompting.

POSTING?
1) Comment with a character
2) Include a picture (or two or three) of a scenario, scene, position, location, etc. that you'd like to be a part of the RPing.
3) Make sure to list any preferences or explanations, to help people out.

REPLYING?
1) Find someone's image(s) that inspire you and reply to their comment!
2) Yeah, that's pretty much it!

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY AND NSFW.

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[Sometimes Anna couldn't help but wish that Greed was her real daddy, that he had known her ever since she was a little girl, that he had raised her. It certainly would have taken care of all those years of loneliness, after all, and never would she have spent any amount of time feeling lost and helpless and unloved. He would have taken such good care of her, just like he did now, and Anna wouldn't have minded in the slightest if she had been even younger when he started touching her, when he started showing his love for her in different ways. And she would have been so good to him, too...he wouldn't have had to go back and forth from woman to women, always in constant search of someone new to warm his bedsheets, because there his dutiful little daughter would have been, more than willing to curl up with him at night and give him everything that her young and tender body had to offer. Besides...it wasn't as if she didn't already seem at least a couple of years younger than her sixteen years, and she already knew that she would have loved Greed at any age. He might as well have already been her father as it was anyway--it was certainly what most people assumed more often than not. It was what Anna wanted. She loved being his special little princess, because it didn't just mean that she was loved and coddled and spoiled, it also meant that he fucked her positively raw whenever he could, violating her illegal little body for all its worth and leaving her covered in bruises and come by the time all was said and done. Hopefully that was what would happen tonight, and then all weekend as well--Anna wanted so desperately to be left an utter mess, brainless and debauched in what could only be described as the most passionate reunion in existence. So what if it had only been five or so days? That was five or so days too long as far as Anna was concerned, and she didn't like knowing that her daddy had been forced to tend to his own needs all week long when she should have been there to do it for him.

She was rutting against him like she was in heat at this point, her squirming hips moving feverishly and with more raw need than any sort of skill whatsoever, because it was all instinct at this point--instinct, and the urge to beg and plead with her daddy over and over again until he finally took mercy on her and allowed her to dutifully worship his thick and throbbing cock. Greed's lips up against the delicate column of his neck, and his wickedly sharp teeth, had her whimpering 'daddy' over and over again, high and sweet and keening. His teeth were somehow much sharper than she had ever thought possibly, and feeling them drag along her soft and ridiculously sensitive skin was simultaneously too much and not nearly enough. She wanted him to bite her, to sink those dangerously sharp fangs of his into her tender inner thighs, her supple asscheeks, her perky tits...wherever he could afford to leave marks without anyone noticing once their weekend together had come to an end. She couldn't go back to school in her little schoolgirl uniform, with her hair plaited down the middle and her socks tugged primly up above her knee, with bite-marks and hickeys all over her neck, even though Anna personally wouldn't have minded in the slightest. Elsa would have been positively livid, and her teachers who were already so concerned about the tall and muscular and much older man who picked her up from school at the end of every single week certainly wouldn't have allowed a slender neck that had clearly been used and abused to go unnoticed. One last sharp nip to her neck, however, that would more than likely leave a mark until the next day at the very least, pulled Anna out of her hazy and lust-filled reverie, and she gave a breathy little cry, nodding fervently when Greed promised to put her down if she promised to beg for his cock like the wanton whore she was for him. It was no secret that Anna got off on sucking her daddy's delicious dick just as much as he got off on having it done to him; she loved having him fuck her mouth and her face and her throat, feeling him yank on her braids and use them as reins until he eventually came all over her tits and face or deep down her slutty little throat. And everything that he was saying to her in that rough growl of a voice of his...it was enough to have Anna's needy cunt that was already so sopping wet cream her soiled panties once more, and in an instant, she was babbling out some sort of incoherent response that could only be taken as a yes, yes please before her daddy was lowering her onto the ground for the first time since they had set foot inside of their house.]

I'm your slut, daddy...all yours. [she mewled for him as she eagerly fell to her knees, tipping her head up and tilting her neck just so that she could gaze up at him, all doe-eyed innocence but with the sort of mouth that was made to be pounded into. Obeying his every word, she began to unbutton her dainty little blouse, pulling it up and over her head and causing the pert swells of her tits, moving freely without anything to restrain them, to bounce enticingly as she set the nuisance aside. She squirmed out of her soiled panties as well, placing them on the floor alongside her in all of their cream-drenched glory, until finally she was on her knees for her daddy in nothing but her scantily-short skirt and her virgin-white socks that came just above her knee. She tucked her braids carefully behind her ears for him to tug on as he so wished, and when she gazed up at Greed once more, clearly admiring the sheer strength and power he exuded so easily, her eyes were shining with her eagerness to please, her eagerness to be used. His cock was still so hard, straining obviously through his pants, and Anna wanted more than anything to tend to it with her willing mouth, to have him pull it out and slap her with it because almost nothing else turned her on as much as him smacking her around with her favorite part of his anatomy did.] Daddy, please...I want you to fuck my mouth so badly; I want to taste your come. [she begged for him, her voice pure and earnest and needy, and she leaned forward to rest her small hands on his muscular thighs, turning her head to the side so that she could nuzzle her cheek against his throbbing bulge, little mews fleeing her lips as she did so.] I want you to use me...use me to make you feel good... [she continued softly, rubbing back and forth and back and forth before turning her head to face him once more and parting her lips so that she could mouth hotly at the shape of his cock in an attempt to suck him off through his pants. She suckled at him like a newborn babe, her tongue eagerly stroking along the length of him even through the heavy layers of fabric that kept them separated, and all the while her wide-eyed gaze never left his.]

[No secret at all. He knew the kind of girl that Anna was, because he had made her that way, he had turned her into exactly what she was now with his own hands and his own cock. In a way, he really had raised her. He was her daddy, right? And he would always be her daddy, would have happily been her daddy in any situation. He had asked himself the question before, too, what if he had really been her flesh and blood, what if she had been his girl? And he knew that he would have fucked her anyway. Almost certainly. Oh, he did his best to take care of her, to be good to her, but he was still a wicked man, he was still the man who had picked up a precious little schoolgirl and taken her virginity in every hole, who had fucked her rough and trained her to love being spanked and teased and choked and left an absolute brainless mess by the time that he was done with her, deep in sub-space and unable to even think clearly at his hands.

The thought only returned when finally she was on her knees, whimpering for him so desperately. Down below him like that, made even tinier by the position and with those big, beautiful eyes shining up at him, she looked so much younger and once again he just enjoyed the thought, enjoyed the sight of her pulling off her blouse to reveal those petite, perky tits that bounced so cutely for him. Oh, he was going to play with those, too, squeeze her little titties in her hands, play with her nipples, pinch them, tug them til she squealed, suck all over her and bite her too, oh yes, leave marks for her to remember and worship in the aftermath. But for now she was exactly where she was supposed to be, dressed in as little as she should have been, with that skirt and those socks to add a wicked spice to what was going on. And as she knelt there, looking like the most precious, illegal slice of heaven in the world, she begged him, begged him on such a cute, keening voice with the filthiest words tumbling out. When she could even speak, of course, when she wasn't too busy rubbing her face against him, needing him, sucking him through his clothes in a way that made him moan so raw and low and husky, his hand already closing around the back of her head so possessively.]

You know I will, princess. [His voice was smoky with lust, even lower and rougher than usual now that she'd gotten him so damn turned on. Keeping a tight hold on her head, he rocked his hips forward, grinding against her face, her cheek, her hot little mouth as it sucked at him.] You're daddy's toy, remember? Making me feel good is what you're for. Being my sweet little cumdump. And I've been needing you for so long, Anna, I've been needing my girl, I've been needing to fuck you so goddamn badly. I'm not going to stop until I've wrung every drop of come out of my cock, and I don't care if you pass out in the middle of it. [Smirking, he grabbed both of her braids at the base of her skull and jerked her head back. With his other hand, he slowly, teasingly began to open up his pants, until finally they were sagging down his thighs, until he could let his cock spring free, so hard that it almost hurt.] Open your mouth, slut. [And when she did he took his cock in hand, smacking the thick slab of it against her cheek, against the neck, back and forth with teasing stroke, and then down a few times against her tongue.]

[There was almost nothing else in the world that Anna loved quite as much as being on her knees for her daddy. That was where she belonged more often than not, after all, and that was where she preferred to be most when she wasn't snuggled up in his lap or splayed out beneath him on the king-sized bed he had pounded into her on dozens of times in the past. It reminded her of how big her daddy was, of how strong her daddy was, and how no one would ever be able to claim half as much sex appeal as he had at his disposal. He was a man's man, with streamlined muscles that she always found herself worshiping and admiring, and the sort of cock that shouldn't have been able to fit inside of any one of her tight and illegal little holes. Even now, despite how often he claimed her as his own, Anna still struggled to fit so much as half of his deliciously thick dick inside of her pussy and her ass and her mouth, but they always found a way, even when her young muscles would protest and attempt to push him out. Anna liked being fucked raw and stuffed to the brim with both cock and come, and her daddy knew that better than anyone else...he also knew that there was nothing that she would object to when it came to him, whether it was a brutal spanking or being choked so hard that she came close to passing out. Everything that she knew and loved in regards to sex was all thanks to him, and as a result, Anna had learned to crave even the most naughty and depraved things that he did to her.

Like now, for instance. Wearing absolutely nothing aside from her schoolgirl skirt that had always been just a tad too short for her and a pair of prim little socks that did hardly anything to cover up her doe-like legs and drew even more attention to them instead, Anna couldn't have seemed older than thirteen or fourteen, especially when her daddy towered over her the way that he did. She could have easily been his daughter, and for all intents and purposes, she was, even if most daughters weren't supposed to be on their knees for their daddies with their still-developing tits on display, rosy nipples perked and pebbled due to their exposure. Her small little breasts were so sensitive, especially due to the fact that they were still growing every single day, and she could only hope that her daddy would take it upon himself to provide them with some of the relief that they so desperately needed. For now, though, Anna was more than content to suckle at his throbbing cock through the confines of his pants, mewling helplessly and dampening the rough denim with her wet and eager little mouth. Then, Greed was taking over, and with all the strength he was known for, he grabbed at the back of her head, forcing her to stay right where she was so that he could grind himself up against her face. Listening to him moan in that deep, husky way of his caused Anna to mewl yet again; she loved knowing that she was making her daddy feel good. And the things that he was saying to her, also in that low and smoky voice of is...they drove Anna wild. He was calling her all sorts of names, each of them dirtier and more degrading than the last, and the young sixteen year old could do nothing more than nod and moan through her wide-open mouth, eyes fluttered shut as she eagerly allowed herself to be used and abused and humiliated. Because it was all true...she was his little fucktoy, daddy's precious baby girl who was good for nothing aside from taking his cock and spreading her legs. And she loved it.]

Ah! Daddy! [Anna cried out when he yanked her back by her braids, her big blue eyes tearing up reflexively from the sharp stab of pain that did little to lessen her arousal and everything to heighten it. She whimpered softly, gazing up at him pleadingly as he kept her away from the cock she was practically addicted to, to the point and extent where it hurt not being able to touch, taste, and feel it. She struggled pitifully to incline her head towards it, rosy lips swollen and glistening with her own saliva, but he held her firmly in place, forcing her to watch as he used his free hand to slowly, tortuously slowly, undo his pants.] Daddy, please... [she whined softly, her voice keening and sweet and all too needy as she shifted restlessly on her knees, squeezing her creamy thighs together in an attempt to dispel some of the ache that had formed between them. Finally, and not a moment too soon, her much-older lover revealed his beautiful cock to her, and Anna immediately let out a breathy little moan at the sight of it. Thick, long, and far too big for her to so much as wrap her hand around, her daddy had the world's most perfect cock, and Anna gladly would have spent the rest of her life worshiping it. He ordered her to open her mouth for him, and the young slut did so eagerly, parting her reddened lips and tilting her head up to him obediently. He took the length of his shaft in one of his hands, then, and smacked the blunt head up against her cheek, causing a startled little squeak to flee Anna's parted lips. He didn't stop there, though--he slapped her around the neck with his pulsating dick, smearing pre-cum all over her porcelain skin before finishing off with a swat to her small pink tongue.] Mmm...ohhh...daddy, you're so big...so big, and so good...

[Hoping that she had finally been given permission to suck him off, Anna delicately rested her small hands on her thighs, straightening primly beneath him and tilting her sweet face upwards so that she could meet his gaze. She offered him an adoring little smile, and without further ado, inclined her head to press a searing hot kiss to the blunt head of his cock. She rubbed her pouty lips all along the weeping slit, glossing them with her pre-cum before allowing her eager little tongue to dart out and lap at her daddy's sticky essence, mewling like a little cockslut all the while.] Oh, daddy tastes so good...baby girl wants more, please...[Barely coherent through her little mewls and moans, Anna's lips trailed further down still, kissing all along his meaty shaft until she had reached his heavy balls. Squeezing her eyes shut, she drew just one of them into the wet heat of her mouth, because that was all she could take, and she suckled at it desperately, wishing more than anything that she could taste the come inside of it. With a wet little pop of a sound, she let it go, flushed and breathless as she moved onto the next which she lavished with just as much attention and care, licking and lapping at the swollen flesh as she so loved to do. Then, when she could no longer help herself, she began to kiss her way back up along his thick shaft, licking at the heated flesh with her kitten-like tongue and moaning wantonly as she did so.] Fuck my mouth, daddy, please...fuck it so hard, make it hurt... [Keening sweetly, she parted her swollen lips once more to welcome just the throbbing head of her much-older lover's cock into the warm and wet heat of her mouth, and even that was almost too much. Still, she suckled at it greedily, hungrily, like a newborn babe drinking from its mother's breast, and that was when her eyes fluttered shut once more, an unconscious expression of blatant and undiluted bliss washing over her delicate features.]

Mmm...uhn...mmm...

[There were so many places that it felt like Anna belonged. In his lap most chiefly of all, a throne fit for a princess, that one, but pinned beneath him, too, and in his bed, and in his shower, shoved up against a wall, belt over the arm of a couch or a table, with his hand clasped over her mouth as she squirmed against the stacks of a library. On her knees, though, having her on her knees was definitely near to the top of the list, one of his favorite things to do. Whether it was to set her down there with her mouth hanging open and her braids wrapped tightly around his fists, or to have her ass raised and thrust invitingly for him for him to oh so brutally stretch out her tiny, tender holes until she could barely take any more, he always loved having her on her knees. It didn't matter what part of her was getting fucked, or if it was all of it.

Really, it was usually all of it.

But one thing at a time, and right now he was so enjoying the power that he held over her. The way that she strained so eagerly and so futilely against his hold on her hair, how she strained forward like there really was nothing in the world she wanted more than to take his cock into her mouth. And he knew that it was true. She had been made to service his cock, yes, she might not be his real daughter, his flesh and blood, but she had been born to serve his cock all the same, born to be his to fuck and fill and use to his heart's content. So it was little surprise when she squeaked and moaned when he finally let that cock touched her, slapped her with it right across her pretty face, even. He knew that she loved being degraded, just a little, just as he knew that she was fully aware it was all just for fun, that he didn't mean the words he said, not really. She was daddy's girl and he loved fucking her, but he loved her, too, thought the world of her, and all the filth and all the fun was just that - fun and games. She was his desperate little slut in the bedroom, but she was his perfect princess in the rest of the world, and that was just how he liked it.

Then her mouth was on him, and he relaxed, letting go of her hair for the time being. There would be plenty of time for using those lovely ginger braids as handles, they both knew that, but he liked letting her cut loose now and then, prove just how much she wanted to please her daddy, just how much she wanted to worship him. And that was exactly what she did. She kissed him and sucked him and tongued him like his cock held the elixir that would give her life, like she was a girl dying of thirst in the desert. And as she sucked over him, swallowed one of his balls into her mouth and then the other, his cock only grew harder, twitching and throbbing with pleasure as he moaned. God, her mouth was good, so hot and perfect and so fucking small. Everything about her was, and sometimes he really did think he'd just break her when he tried to fuck her, it looked like he'd just break her tiny cunt right open. It was a thought that was hotter than it should have been, and yet they always found a way, and she always came screaming again and again and again. That was the most important thing, after all. Her pleasure.

Though his was pretty important right now. He smirked down at her, reaching down to slide a large hand around the back of her head. She somehow managed to spread her lips wide enough to take the head of his cock into her mouth, and even that little bit seemed like it was filling her up, stretching her jaw so wide. His teeth glittered and his eyes were hot and wicked with lust as she begged him, begged him to use her, and he dragged her a little bit closer, until his cock was hitting the back of her throat.] Oh, want me to fuck your face, little girl? Want daddy to stuff his cock down that pretty throat of yours? [His cock rocked back and forth slowly and he sighed, tipping his head back for a moment to relish in the heat of her mouth, the slickness of her tongue.] Mm, I don't know. The last time I fucked your mouth you almost passed out on daddy's cock, aha, it just filled you up so much. And I know you don't want that again...

[Of course not. That would just be filthy.]

[Anna was bound and determined to make up for every last moment of lost time that her and her daddy had spent without one another during the last five or so days. Being away from him was so hard on the young sixteen year old, especially when she depended on him as much as she did for everything, and she so often found herself wishing that she could just move in with him permanently, that she could fall asleep at night a sated and boneless mess in his strong arms and wake up every single morning with his cock already inside of her, whether it was because she had decided to surprise him with her mouth or because he had decided to take advantage of her vulnerability in her sleeping state by stretching out one of her tight little holes that was still wet from just hours before. And she'd take such good care of him, too...she'd prepare all of his meals and clean the house from top to bottom, and she'd always make sure that her daddy was tended to the moment he came home from work. She'd be his dutiful little daughter, his dutiful little housewife, and not once would either one of them ever feel alone or unloved. She knew that so many people thought that Greed was a selfish man, a cruel man, but though he might have been rough around the edges in more ways than one, Anna knew better than to think that his heart had only been made to care for himself. He had taken her in, he had practically raised her, and not a single day went by where he didn't spoil her absolutely rotten, giving her everything she hadn't even known she wanted without even having to ask for it in the first place. He was perfect, and he was all hers.

And his deliciously thick cock, too...Anna liked to think that it was hers to play with, to suck on and be forced to take in every single one of her needy little holes, and to say that she was addicted to it would have been the understatement of the year. She had been taught and trained by her daddy to love and crave both his cock and his come, and even at the tender age of sixteen she found herself turning into a desperate and shameless little whore the moment he tugged his glorious dick out of his pants and offered it to her. It was like she went into some sort of heat whenever she was around her daddy, and that was why she was constantly bouncing up and down on his cock in one way or another, pleading and begging with him for more, more, more because it was never enough. Now was certainly no exception--barely fifteen minutes they had been home, and after a week spent apart, Anna was already on her knees with him the swollen head of his cock in her wet and willing little mouth, lapping at the weeping slit of it in an attempt to swallow every last drop of pre-cum she could milk out of him. Even just the head was almost too much for her tiny mouth, and if her rosy lips were forced to stretch this wide and she hadn't even managed to take half of him, she'd be choking and gagging before long. But she liked when that happened...she liked when he fucked her face without mercy, when he pounded into her throat and left her on the verge of blacking out because she could hardly breathe. Her daddy had taught her to love so many depraved, debauched, and humiliating things, and right now, Anna was craving all of them at once. Just a moment ago, her much-older lover's hand had let go of the back of her head so that she could do as she pleased, but in an instant it was back, dominating and controlling her with ease. A moan, soft and sweet and all too eager, reverberated around the blunt tip of his cock, and when she glanced up at him just once and saw that wicked smirk of his that she loved so much, her cheeks flushed with pleasure; for all intents and purposes, he might as well have been pleasing her.]

Mmm...mmmm... [Her helpless little mewls were muffled as her daddy began to use the strong hand he held so firmly at the back of her head to guide her down the thick shaft of his cock, but still heard and felt nevertheless as he stuffed her mouth to the brim with his impossibly-huge dick. By the time the leaking head was hitting the back of her delicate throat, Anna was gagging, a choked little gasp of a sound causing her eyes to tear and her perky tits to bounce with the suddenness of it all. Already he was pressing up against the back of her throat, and he was barely halfway in. Slowly, her daddy was fucking her mouth, sliding his cock back and forth over her tongue but never going quite as deep as both of them knew she could take. He was taunting her with those wicked words that fell so easily from his lips, and Anna whimpered around his throbbing shaft, because she did want all of those things...she wanted him to use and abuse her hot little mouth for his own pleasure; she wanted him to shove the entire length of it down her throat and fuck her face brutally until she really was on the verge of unconsciousness. So she raised her tiny hands and brought them to his toned thighs, rubbing and pawing at them desperately like a kitten in search of cream, and she nodded her head feverishly, nearly causing his cock to bob out of her mouth in the process.] Uhn...mmm... [she whimpered again, her eyes needy and hazy with lust, and then, just to make sure that he knew she had no qualms with being violated on her knees like the underage slut she tended to be more him, Anna fluttered her eyes shut once more, bracing herself with her hands on his thighs as she lowered her pouty lips onto the last five or so inches of his throbbing cock. The tight muscles in her throat immediately protested, convulsing and contracting wildly and trying to push him out, but Anna refused to let that happen, even as she gagged and choked and her eyes continued to tear. Like the good girl she was for daddy, she took him hilt-deep into the warm and wet heat of her throat, until his heavy balls were pressed up against his chin and the bulge of his thick cock could be seen right where her pulse was fluttering at the vulnerable hollow of her throat.

It shouldn't have been possible for her to take this much of him, and clearly her body felt the same. She was flushed with rosy heat all the way down to the supple swells of her young and tender tits, and if Greed looked close enough, he could watch the way the delicate muscles in her throat fluttered and twitched so rapidly beneath her creamy skin, desperate to rid themselves of the bulging cock she had taken balls-deep. Anna wouldn't have it, though, because she was in heaven, and it showed all over her sweet face, pleasure and bliss written into every single one of her dainty features. With a soft moan that he would feel from root to tip, Anna buried her nose in the thatch of well-groomed hair at his crotch, and then she swallowed around his cock--once, twice, three times, tight muscles all but milking him into coming then and there.]

[If Greed thought that he could get away with it, if he thought that Anna's sister wouldn't finally snap and call the cops on him for doing something so shamelessly crude and blatantly illegal with her, he would have absolutely invited Anna to stay with him. To be his and his alone, his sweet little domestic girl. He loved the idea of being able to come home to her every day, to being able to find her in the kitchen where he could bend her over the counter and lift her up by her dainty hips so her cute little toes barely touched the floor, fucking her until she screamed in nothing but an apron. He wanted to wake up every morning to her cute little face, her nose pressed close against him, and then roll her over so that he could force his massive cock into her snug little cunt, to fuck her good and send her off to school with a womb full of his sticky hot come and the smell of him hanging on her like the most decadent perfume. And he already knew, knew for sure, that when she turned eighteen? When she was finally, actually legal? She was his. She was all his, and there wasn't a damn thing anyone, Elsa or anyone else, could do about it. He was keeping her.

And Anna wanted it. He knew that. He could see it in those big, beautiful eyes of hers as she looked up at him, feel it in the way she lapped and sucked at his tip like the only thing she wanted in the world was a nice thick load of come to spray into her mouth and down her throat, to fill her up. She'd get that, oh yes, she'd get that alright, his balls felt so aching and swollen from the days away from her and he needed to come so very badly. He'd been saving it, just for her, and by the time this was over she'd be damn near to bulging from all the come he was going to pump into every one of her holes. But first she had to earn it. First she had to be a good girl and make him come, something that he knew full well she could do, and something that he was going to enjoy every second of.

Which she only proved as she took matters into his own hands. He had teased her with those filthy words, shoved his cock into her mouth until she started to cough, gag, and yet she only wanted more. Only pushed for more. Her hands rested against his thighs and he relaxed the hand on the back of her head, keeping it there but not forcing her as she, instead, shoved herself down every inch of his cock. Oh, yes, it should have been impossible, he should have been much too big for her to take, that was obvious, and yet she still swallowed him down bit by bit, drool dripping down her chin and tears shining in her eyes and wet, thick noises coming from her throat, but she took him all the same. Took him until he was buried in her, so deep, spreading her throat out in ways that it never should have been spread, and she moaned from it, moaned around him, her eyes shining with bliss, her pupils so big they almost swallowed up her eyes.]

Fuck, princess, yes, yes that's so good... [He sighed out the words thickly, tipping his head back as he just relished in the feel of her wrapped and squeezing around him. Her muscles strained and quivered, her breaths came hot and fast against his pelvis, and he knew that it was probably difficult, if not impossible, for her to breathe. But instead of letting her off her wrapped her braids about both his fists, holding her tightly, and started to slowly grind against her pretty little face.] What a good little slut you are for daddy, yes... You want daddy's come that badly, baby? Do you need it in your tummy? Because your throat is clinging so tight, mmn, just like your hot cunt. Fuck, can you even breathe? Do you care? I know my little whore loves come more than she loves air. [For a moment he pulled her back by her hair, almost like he was going to let her off, but halfway down his cock he just jerked her back, slamming into her throat, her nose bumping against his hips again.] Ohh, yes, I'm going to fuck you brainless, baby.

[Maybe she would be able to convince Greed that it would be for the greater good if she spent Sunday night at his house, too, if only so that she could spend up to the absolute last moment before she had to leave for school tangled up in the sheets with him, or pinned up against the shower well as he had his wicked way with her over and over again. She liked the idea of being sent off to school with a load of daddy's hot and sticky come deep in her tummy or her womb, she liked the idea of still feeling it drip into her panties even when she was sitting primly in her desk and waiting for class to begin. Because whenever she was forced to leave the home that she shared with her much-older lover, it all but destroyed Anna, and she cried every single time they parted ways once their weekend had come to an end. At least this way, he'd be able to drop her off at school, and she could even suck him off as he drove her there so that she could still be licking his seed off of her lips by the time she was scampering out of the car. Oh, she liked this idea very, very much, and she mentally reminded herself to bring it up to her daddy as soon as they had managed to get their fill of one another--Elsa wouldn't like it, of course, but at least Anna would be going to school, because her daddy would always, always make sure that she got the sort of education that she needed. Though...what her elder sister didn't need to know, however, was everything else Anna had learned ever since she had become daddy's precious little princess. She already hated Greed enough as it was, but if she were to see her baby sister now, on her knees with a cock so big and so thick in her throat that she couldn't even breathe? If she saw what a desperate little cockwhore her underage sister had become? Her poor daddy would be sent off to prison, and Anna refused to let that happen under any circumstances. As much as she might have wanted to sing about their relationship from the rooftops and exclaim happily about it to anyone willing to listen, Anna knew that they needed to be careful...she knew that she needed to keep daddy safe. And so that was exactly what she tried to do.

A mixture of her own spit and Greed's pre-cum was dripping down from her reddened lips, trailing along her delicate neck and over the small swells of her still-budding tits in glistening rivulets, shining on her perked nipples and marking Anna with the proof of her daddy's claim and ownership over her. She almost wished that there was some sort of collar she could wear for him him, one with a special tag that read "daddy's princess" and was attached to a leash that he could yank on and tug as he pleased. She liked the idea of being his obedient little pet, his underage sex kitten that had been born and bred to take cock inside of every single one of her slutty little holes. Perhaps these weren't the kind of thoughts a girl of barely-sixteen should have been having, especially when she looked even younger to most of the world, but her daddy had taught her so much throughout the time they had been together, to the extent where Anna didn't understand what was taboo and what was vanilla in terms of sex. Everything they did together was considered normal to her; everything that they did together was wonderful. Like now, for instance--having her daddy's magnificent cock in her mouth hadn't been nearly enough for a girl as desperate and wanton as Anna, and so she had done her absolute best to take him deeper still, stuffing her throat full of every last aching and throbbing inch of him until she could just barely breathe, and not very well at that. Tears shone in her dewy-doe eyes, but they were still hazy with lust and bright with unrestrained pleasure, because she loved this...she loved being used and treated like a whore; she loved having her daddy exert his dominance over her and violate her within an inch of her life. His reactions to everything that she did made it so incredibly worth it--he was tipping his head back and groaning for her, thrusting his hips forward and keeping his hand tight at the back of her head to show her just how naughty of a girl she was for him, to show her just how good of a slut she really was. She was daddy's filthy little whore, his cunt and his bitch and his underage slice of jailbait, and hearing him growl as much as he forced his way down her throat had Anna's already wet and sopping little pussy throbbing even more between her lily-white thighs that quivered and rubbed together in a clear display of pure need.]

Uhn...uhn... [She was moaning softly as her strong daddy reached for her silky braids and wound them around his fists, yanking her up against his hips and grinding her pelvis into her face. His balls slapped roughly into her chin, and her nose was buried in his crotch to the point where she was no longer able to breathe through it anymore. The struggle for oxygen sent her body into an instinctive mode of panic, the delicate muscles in her throat clenching frantically around the thick and meaty cock stuffed forcefully inside of it as if to push it out, but even then Anna felt nothing but bliss. He was right--she needed come a thousand times more than she needed air, and so even as her vision became blurry with both black dots and tears, she just kept swallowing around him, whimpering and gagging and choking and trembling all over. Her mouth was just another warm and wet hole to her daddy right now, one that he could pound into without mercy, and Anna gave into him willingly, because he tasted and felt so good, and at this point she would do anything for his come. Suddenly, and without any sort of warning, he was yanking her back by her braids, and Anna barely had time to let out a startled little gasp before she was forced back down yet again, his cock working its way into her throat and causing it to bulge obscenely once more, a sound that would have been a piercing scream reverberating around his cock escaping her helplessly. She had been able to catch her breath for but a moment, but it had been enough to keep her conscious, enough to spur her on and keep going. Tears were streaming down her face now, and she was gagging more than ever, but still she didn't stop, because she loved this, oh, oh, she loved it more than anything else.]

Mmmph--mmph! [The suddenness of his hips coming at her face had caused her to squeal in protest, but even then the sound was muffled and broken and felt more than heard. Her shaky hands were still pressed up against his taut thighs, rubbing at them desperately as she tilted her head and stretched her lips even wider in an attempt to take even more of him, breathing out hotly onto his swollen balls when she was finally able to draw air. The hands in her hair made it almost impossible for Anna to move, but she dragged her abused throat along the thick length of his cock as best as she could nevertheless, even though she could only move her lips up an inch or so before her daddy's near-violent grip forced her to stay right where she was. Instead of bobbing her head up and down, she focused on keeping him deep inside of her slutty little throat, swallowing and flexing the tight muscles so that they rippled around his throbbing dick and hopefully brought him closer and closer to orgasm. She wanted him to pound away at her little mouth that might as well have been just another cunt to him at this point, to feel him violently fucking her like a ragdoll until his hot seed was spurting into her tummy and on her face, dripping down onto her still-developing tits until she was nothing short of positively filthy and positively his. Opening her tear-filled eyes, she whimpered and looked up at him, rocking her throat along his cock and squeezing her thighs together pathetically so he could see how desperately they shifted and squirmed beneath her short little skirt. She needed him to come, and hard. If she could have spoken, if she could have pulled away long enough to breathe, she would have begged him with everything she had in her. As it was, she could only allow herself to lose herself to the pleasured bliss that came with swallowing her daddy's cock and continue to make him feel good, to rub her chin up against his heavy balls to stir the load inside of them, to use her eager tongue to stroke along the underside of his velvet-covered shaft even as her throat was stretched and torn open.]

Mmm...mmm? [It was almost a question, almost a plea, and most definitely a cute little mew that was only accented by her wide and teary eyes and desperately-clenching throat. She tried to bob her head again, whimpering at the strain it put on her hair, and then she lowered her hands onto her thighs just so that she could squeeze her small tits together, hopefully reminding her daddy of every single instance where he had slid his cock between the silky-soft mounds and fucked those as well.]

[It would be so hard to deny her, if she did ask to stay. It was already hard enough for Greed to send her home at all, to deliver her back to where she technically belonged, when she was his little girl, his precious princess. Much better to have her with him always, sleeping in his bed, curled up at his feet while he worked, cooking his meals and doted on by him constantly, wearing nothing but that cute little skirt and a smile, and maybe a collar around her throat. Oh, yes, he'd love to have a clear sign of his ownership over her, he really would, a collar to show that she was her daddy's cute little kitten, or a tattoo on her soft pale skin that she could never hide from, or something. Because she was his, and while he'd leave her smeared with his come and covered in bruises and bitemarks everywhere that he could stealthily leave them, that was all sadly temporary. He needed more. She deserved more. He wanted to make sure that she never did and never could forget that she was daddy's girl, every inch of her, body and soul.

He was certainly claiming her now, using her now. The way that she gasped and shuddered and gagged around him once upon a time would have worried him, with her throat spasming and tears streaming down from her big, gorgeous eyes. Once, he would have worried, pulled her off to make sure that she was okay, that he wasn't being too rough, too much for her little body to handle. But that was then, that was when they had started, when she had been even younger and more delicate and he hadn't yet known just what a depraved and filthy little jailbait slut she'd turn into the longer that he fucked her, before she had proven herself so utterly willing to shove her face down his cock and swallow his whole when she good, when he knew that she wanted to be choked and spanked and bruised and used until she couldn't move. Now? Now he knew that he could go as hard on her as he wanted and she'd just thank him for it in the aftermath, that she'd be fine as long as he held her close and cleaned her off and kissed her pretty, lust-bruised lips, and told he what a good girl she was.

Because she was. She was his good girl, and she always would be, and he ached for the day that she'd be grown up enough for him to take out, to lead her around and show her off as his girl. Oh, she'd still be scandalously young, but at least in two years she'd be legal. Eventually he could take her out to clubs, dress her in the sluttiest, most shameless outfits possible and let people stare at her, want her, as she draped onto his body, wearing his collar, his come filling her up, knowing that she was only his. Nothing could be better.

But for now he was more than happy with what he had. Her throat clutching around him so tight, her tongue working desperately to lick around his cock. It was clear that she wanted more, needed more, with how she strained against his grip on her hair to bob over his shaft, with how she kept swallowing around him to make pleasure pulse through his dick. It was hot, and it was amazing, and he wanted more of that, too, so much more, so he dragged her almost all the way off by her hair again, and then drove himself back deep into her throat. And again. And again a third time, slamming in nice and hard and holding her close so that she could barely breathe all over again, so that she could shudder and watch her vision go dark and wonder, just wonder, if he was going to let her off this time. If he would let her catch her breath.

He hadn't missed the way that she had showed herself off, though, the way she had been so subtly but clearly hinting at something more. Truth be told, Greed loved her tits. They were small, still growing, but they were oh so sensitive and the most adorable nipples that always got so stiff and desperate to be teased with, that was what mattered most. Not the size, but how pretty they looked on her small, too-young body and how much he could make her moan and whimper and melt when he played with them, and sucked them, and bit them. So he drew his cock slowly out of her mouth, nice and slow, until it was popping loose with ropes of thick, sticky drool still linking him to her mouth. His hand still on her braid, he ground himself forward, smearing her wetness on her face as she caught her breath.]

Want to use your pretty little tits on me, princess? Do you want daddy's cock down there, too, so you can smell like him all over? Maybe I'll shoot my first load all over that pretty face.

[That would have been an absolute dream come true for Anna. Being away with him was so hard, too hard, especially when she was constantly going home to a near-empty house instead of the home that she loved and cherished so near and dear to her heart. Elsa cared about her, this much Anna knew and understood, but she was an intensely private person, whereas her baby sister was the exact opposite. Anna lived off of attention and affection like it was her daily bread, and so sometimes she felt as if she were withering away in her big empty house, especially on the stormy nights, the thundering nights, where she was solely tempted to call her daddy and beg him to sneak in through her window so that she could fall asleep with him spooning her from behind and, even more preferably, with his cock nestled snugly inside of her so that she could really feel safe and secure. One day, and hopefully sooner rather than later, Anna would find a way to prove to Elsa just how good Greed was to her, and she would move in with her daddy and never ever leave. Then, they'd do everything that they wanted and more. She would go to school every single day and make her daddy proud, of course, with her good grades and her extracurricular activities, and then she would come home and wait for him, tidying the house and stripping down to nothing but one of his t-shirts or perhaps just keeping her schoolgirl skirt on for him as well as a collar that they would hopefully have made, and very, very soon. He would come home to a homemade dinner and an eager little kitten who was all too willing to great him at the door with kisses and hugs and exclamations of joy, and she would ask about his day, and tell him how badly she had missed him while he was gone, and then show him how badly she had missed him as well...it would have been nothing short of heaven for the young girl, and it would be the driving thought that ran through her mind throughout the upcoming week when she tried to remind herself that all of this, all of the loneliness and the heartache that came with missing him, would someday all be worth it. She would gladly allow him to tattoo her, as well, to brand her as his own and permanently, and then she would beg him to come all over it at least once on a daily basis, because that was hotter than she could even fathom.

He didn't need to worry about being too rough with her anymore. She was delicate and small, of course, and perhaps far too young for him to be using so abusively, but she wanted it, and it was clear in the way that she came to him time and time again on her knees, pleading with him to make it hurt, to show her just who it was she belonged to without leaving a single ounce off doubt in her lust-hazy mind. To Anna, it was just another way for him to take care of her, and in return, she took care of him as well. Her daddy was a virile and hot-blooded man with all the endurance and stamina of a stallion, and he needed his heavy balls drained on a daily basis; he needed a warm and willing set of holes to pound into and claim as his own by shooting load after sticky load inside of them and leaving them stretched and gaping and practically torn apart. Like now, for instance--he showed her no mercy as he clutched onto her braids that had once been plaited so neatly, choosing instead to snap his strong hips forward relentlessly, slamming his throbbing cock down her throat and forcing Anna to gag and choke and come dangerously close to falling unconscious. Her vision was more blurry than ever now, and she wasn't sure how much she would be able to take, but she wanted it still, she wanted it all. She was helpless, and she might have been brainless as well at this point, as he used her ass his own personal fucktoy, yanking her back and forth on his cock and teasing her with the possibility of being able to catch her breath before taking it away just as swiftly. But she let him--every single time he pulled her back up, she desperately tried to bob her head back down, uncaring of the fact that she couldn't breathe and knowing nothing but her desire for her daddy's rock-hard dick. This was what he had made of her, this was what he had turned her into, and this was the role she had so eagerly accepted. Maybe one day he really would be able to show her off in public, and then everyone would be able to see what a nasty little whore she was for her daddy.]

Mmmph--ah! [This time when he yanked on her braids, he pulled her fully off of his cock, leaving her a gasping and shuddering mess on the floor beneath him. She was delirious at this point, her eyes just as glossy as her bruised and swollen lips, and for a moment she swayed, her gaze refusing to focus as she weakly struggled against the urge to fall unconscious. She whimpered, though, because despite how delirious she was, she still recognized the loss of his cock in her mouth, as well as the fact that the only thing keeping her connected to it was a thin and glistening rivulet of his pre-cum and her spit. Whimpering once more, she struggled to part her reddened lips, mouthing desperately and blindly in search of her daddy's cock, but he forcibly tugged her forward instead so that he could rub his hot and slick shaft all over the side of her face, smearing the flushed apple of her cheek with his wetness. At this point, she hardly knew what was going on, but she took a moment to catch her breath, panting softly and nuzzling into daddy's cock because it was there, and she needed it. He hadn't even reached orgasm yet, and already Anna was worn out, though more than willing to keep going until she really wasn't able to remain conscious. She was a teenager, after all, and an insanely horny one at that, and she would never, ever tell her daddy to stop or that she needed a break until they had both had their fill

I...what? [It took her a moment to understand what he was saying, because she was still just a little out of it, and she had been far too distracted by the cock she had been nuzzling up against like a faithful little pet to really make much sense of anything. Slowly, she rubbed her bruised lips along the side of her daddy's shaft that he was keeping her in reach of, and she licked softly at the velvety flesh, tasting her own spit and his delicious pre-cum and lapping it all up. Finally, though, his words made it through her jumbled mind, and just like that, a hazy little grin was overwhelming Anna's delicate features, and she nodded happily, eagerly, because if there was anything that she loved almost as much as deep-throating her daddy, it was having him use her budding little tits to get himself off, thrusting his cock between them until he finally came all over her. She still remembered how insecure she had been the first time he had seen her without her training bra, worried that her small breasts wouldn't be enough to please him, but he had wasted no time in reassuring her that that wasn't the case at all. Now, he lavished her tender little tits as often as he could, taking advantage of how sensitive they were and making her melt every time he so much as teased one of her pert nipples.] Oh, daddy, yes...please, please fuck baby girl's tits...want your come all over my face, daddy, please... [she keened for him softly, her voice just slightly hoarse from her brutal throat-fucking, and she gave the glistening slit of his cock one last sloppy kiss before gingerly easing herself out of his grip so that she could position herself for him on the floor. She laid back for him, her legs spread carelessly and her messy braids splayed out beneath her, and her skirt rode up her parted thighs to reveal the soaked crotch of her lacy panties that she had already creamed so many times, clinging so stickily to the flushed and swollen lips of her underage pussy that practically begged for relief. She arched her back wantonly, mewling and squirming in need, and her dainty hands came up to cup her own tits, squeezing the small swells together and rubbing the combination of her spit and her daddy's pre-cum into her young and nubile flesh. Open and defenseless, she was his for the taking, and he could have done absolutely anything to her.] Daddy...I'm ready, daddy, please. I--I want to be your whore... [Such filthy words had no right to sound so sweet, but as they tumbled past her cock-swollen lips, her eyes still hazy and glossy but focused solely on him, Anna made it work, and she squeezed at her perky tits just a bit more, creating a nice and slick crevice for her daddy to slide right into.]

[It didn't matter how long it took and it didn't matter when it happened and by the time she turned eighteen, it didn't matter what anyone else had to say. One day, one day very soon indeed, Anna was going to be completely and totally Greed's. That was just a fact, a fact that Elsa would have to live with, that the rest of the world would have to live with. It didn't matter what he had to do, if he had to lay Anna down and fuck her right in front of her sister to show Elsa exactly how good to be to her, but he'd do it. He'd prove that he was worth her, he'd prove that he could make her happier than anything, and when that day came he would make sure that he spent the rest of his life doting on her, worshiping her in his own way, making her feel loved and cared for and satisfying every desire that she had. And that of course included her desires to be manhandled, fucked, brutalized, degraded, and left a sticky, breathless, mindless mess at his hands, capable of nothing more but panting and whimpering in her overwhelmed state.

And then he'd pick her up, clean her up, stroke her hair and kiss her cheek and make sure that she was safe and happy and healthy. So he could do it all over again.

Though now even he was worried for just a moment if he'd gone too far. To be honest, the idea of fucking her until she passed out had always appealed to him, just a little, because what was a surer show of his domination, and of her dedication, that she would let him do that to her, trust him to? And he'd wake her up, of course, by fucking her until she came herself awake, and that would be so satisfying all on its own. But still, he didn't want her in a dire state, didn't want her to actually be hurt, and the selfish part of him, the greedy part, didn't want her exhausted and used up so terribly soon. But though she sagged, stumbled, looked glassy and fucked out and brainless, she still nuzzled into his cock, sucked at his shaft as he rubbed the massive thing against her face, just that sight proving again how tiny and young his girl really was, younger than her years, and oh, he always did hope that would remain the case.

Finally, though, finally she was coming back to him, rising out of the haze, and along with it came an eager smile, bright and sunny as anything despite his rough handling. He smiled right back and let go of her hair, let her ease herself back as she purred out those adorably needy words. She looked so good, sprawling herself back on the floor, skirt flopping up to reveal what a mess her tiny jailbait cunt had become, and oh, he wanted a taste of that, wanted to run his tongue all over her sticky folds, and cram his big fingers inside of her to make her squeal again and again, and then finally fuck her, yes, force her open until she was ready to break in two. Before he could get too distracted, though, she was arching, sliding her hands over her dainty little tits, and he knew what he needed. Truth be told, she didn't really have the build for tit-fucking, but that didn't stop him. It was another way to see her dainty size, her youth, and to see how desperate she was to please him, to be a mess for him. That was worth anything.

Slowly he moved down over her, knees planted on either side of her chest, and he lowered himself down until his cock simply flopped between her breasts. It looked obscene, resting against her pale and delicate body, his cock so thick and dark and throbbing and her tits so milky soft, but he rubbed against her all the same, gliding into her slight cleavage, both of them so wet and slippery from her drool. One hand reached out to grab her hair again, pulling her a little closer, while the other held his cock in place against her.] Oh, you will be, you'll be daddy's perfect whore. You're going to make his dick feel good, right? Because that's what you're good for. I'm going to fuck you, little girl, treat you like a filthy bitch all night, fuck you until you don't remember your own name, until you don't remember anything but how good daddy's cock feels inside you and that you want to make him come over and over again.

[Rarely ever did she and Greed manage to make their way into his bed before losing themselves in one another completely, but that was more than okay with Anna--she was her daddy's slutty little kitten, and that meant that he could have his wicked way with her wherever and whenever he liked. She would do anything for him both in and out of the bedroom, and she almost felt as if she had been born and bred to take cock, as if her makeshift father had done his best to ensure that his little girl would know from a young age that her sole purpose was to make him feel good at all costs. It certainly seemed like the case right now--despite the fact that he had hardly done anything to make her feel good, Anna was on cloud nine, mindless and overwhelmed and and all too blissful solely due to how much she loved being used at her daddy's disposal. With her slim little legs parted so carelessly and her thighs spread wide, the proof was in her mess of a cunt; glistening and swollen and flushed all over, it begged to be fucked, to be stuffed so full that she could hardly breathe. It didn't even matter that she was as tight and tiny as she was, because her daddy had proved time and time again that she was still capable of anything he felt like forcing upon her, whether that was his massively huge cock, one of their favorite toys, or, if he was feeling particularly brutal with her that evening...his entire hand. More than once, her daddy had buried every single one of his fingers inside of her eager little pussy, thrusting them all inside of her so that she had no choice but to writhe and squirm and fuck herself on his thick wrist. And as dirty and depraved and humiliating as it was for Anna to get off on something like that...she did, time and time again, because her young little cunt would greedily suck up any and all of the attention her much-older lover was willing to dote it with, even if it meant that she'd be left a stretched and come-drenched whore in the aftermath of it all, eyes glassy and unfocused and each of her doe-like limbs boneless and helplessly twitching.

Right now, though, Greed's pleasure was what mattered most. He was so close to reaching climax, and Anna could see it in the way that his cock, hot and hard and heavy, seemed to throb right before her hazy eyes, balls swollen and throbbing with each pulse of sticky seed that wanted to burst its way through to the tip. Her body opened up for him like a flower, ripe and blossoming, and she arched her back even more as he knelt over her, holding her in place with his knees on either side of his chest and the weight of him pressing down on her tiny frame. It was just another way for him to show his dominance over her, to make it very clear that she was his jailbait slut and no one else's, and just the knowledge of what he was doing to her caused her poor, aching little pussy to cream itself yet again, sweet and sticky juices dripping down her thighs to stain her knee-high socks that had once been so white and pristine. It wasn't long before her daddy was making himself comfortable on top of her, slipping his cock that might as well have been as thick as Anna's wrist between the tight little space she had created for him by squeezing together her tits that were still positively drenched with her own salive and his pre-cum. She almost wanted to beg him to spit on her, to make things even more deliciously slick and wet and filthy than they already were, but her daddy's need was imminent, and she refused to be a selfish little bitch by making him wait even a moment longer. A breathy moan of awe and admiration tumbled freely past her swollen lips when he thrust his hips forward, nestling the thick length of his cock snugly within the warm and wet heat of her slight cleavage and merely holding it there so that she could smell the musky and masculine scent of his crotch that went straight down between her thighs like his own personal blend of aphrodisiac pheromones. How was it possible for one man to be so sexy? Gazing up at him now in all of his dark-eyed and sinfully handsome glory, Anna once again reflected on just how lucky she was to have him...surely so many other women would have done anything to be in her place.]

Daddy, you're so hard...so hard, and I want to--ah! [Her keening little mews were cut short by the sudden sensation of her much-older lover reaching one of his roughly-calloused hands into her hair and tugging hard. She whimpered, because the pain was so so so so good, and obediently allowed him to hold her head up off of the ground even as her delicate little neck strained and protested. She liked when he pushed her body to its limits, when he tried to determine how far she could go, and she wondered if...if he really would fuck her until she passed out tonight. She hoped that would be the case; it--it sounded so good.] Your filthy bitch, daddy, that's all I am. [she whimpered again when he taunted her, squirming beneath him fretfully in an attempt to urge him to move, to buck his hips forward and use and abuse her still-developing tits until the space between them was rubbed raw and he was shooting his load all over her little schoolgirl face. Between her thighs, her mess of a cunt was pulsing along with her racing heartbeat, and before Anna could stop herself, she was grinding her legs together desperately, working a bit of friction and heat between them to ease the throbbing ache that had formed.] Daddy, baby girl wants your come...please, please, please, can't she have it? [Panting breathlessly, Anna squeezed her perky tits together around the length of her daddy's huge and throbbing dick, arching her back as best as she could so that she could rub the supple swells into his swollen, heated manhood, the head of it nearly smacking her in the face every time she moved due to how big it was.]

Daddy, please...make me your slut, daddy, your little teenage slut...

[She was grinding her thighs together frenziedly now, mewling helplessly and tossing her head back so that she could gaze up at her daddy as she rubbed her small tits around his cock; he was right, she didn't really have the build for it, but what she lacked in voluptuousness she more than made up for in sheer eagerness. Parting her lips so that when he did come, she'd be able to swallow at least a little bit of it, Anna fluttered her lashes up at Greed, her eyes half-lidded and pleading, begging, beseeching him to debauch her with his sticky seed, to utterly brutalize and demean her until she was nothing more than a cock-hungry whore at the young age of sixteen. It was all she wanted, all she needed, and she hoped he realized that.]

[Her pleasure would come soon enough. Greed really did relish in it, in making his little princess feel good in any way that he could. There had been days where he'd made her come so many times that she couldn't even keep track, days that he'd just kept her bucking and twitching and screaming for her daddy to see how long he could draw it out, how much he could make her feel before her little pussy simply couldn't handle anymore. It was fun for him, and he was already looking forward to using her up and making her come for him over and over again. Maybe this time he really would make her pass out from sheer, overwhelming pleasure. He knew that he could do it. He'd pushed her close enough on occasion, and she always seemed to simply want more, more, more. She really was his little girl that way, just as relentlessly greedy and hungry like her daddy was, even if it wasn't quite for the same things.

Like now, like just now. He watched the pleasure in her eyes, the heat, the way that she strained up against him. She arched her back and shoved her little chest towards his cock, squishing in her tiny titties around him. The friction was smooth and warm and delicious against his sensitive skin, and he groaned thickly as she tried so desperately to please him, to make him feel good, make him come for her. She wanted it so badly, wanted to be filthy and sticky for him so badly and just hearing her beg for it, just seeing the desperation in her eyes made him feel even hotter, made his cock twitch and throb. It had been a full day since he'd last come, saving up for this, just for this, so she'd have as much thick, sticky come as she wanted to swallow and to let fill her up and splatter across her cute face, and now he could really feel it building up in his heavy balls, making him ache and clench with need.]

Mm, you are, baby girl, you're daddy's good little slut, his filthy little princess, and I'm going to treat you like it. [His hips rocked slowly back and forth, one hand still on her head and the other keeping his shaft pressed down between her tits. They weren't big enough to hold him in place, but that was fine, they felt more than good enough against him and it was almost better, seeing how delicate she was, how tiny, years younger in looks than she really was, and she was already much too young.] I'm going to fuck you like the nastiest little cumslut in the world. I'm going to fuck you like I hate you, little girl. [Because he knew she'd want nothing more, wouldn't want to be treated any more gently than that. She wanted bruises and she wanted aching and she wanted him to rip her cunt in two with the brutal thrusting of his cock, and she'd get it all.

Soon enough. But not quite yet, not now, because he was fucking her tits properly, grabbing her head to pull her closer, forcing himself past her lips on every stroke. It wasn't much, shallow little pushes into the heat of her mouth that quickly popped loose when he pulled back, but it was an added flare of pleasure all the same. And he didn't need much. Not now, not after everything, not after how desperately he'd been needing her for days. Finally he tipped his head back, letting her off his cock, and let out a near roar of pleasure as he came, shooting rope after thick, hot rope of come all over her, into her mouth and onto her face and all across her delicate little tits. She was going to be a complete and total mess.

And it was only round one. Round one of so, so many.]

[This was exactly what Anna had been waiting for all week long: her daddy, her daddy's cock, and the realization that she was finally able to make up for every single one of the long and lonely nights she had spent without him. Maybe she really was too dependent on him for her own good, but going with Greed, going without this for so many days at a time had been enough to have her on the verge of dissolving into tears by the time Thursday rolled around, and Friday hadn't come a moment too soon. This was only the beginning of a weekend filled to the brim with sex, both love-filled and tender and rough and near-abusive, as well as moments of sweet and simple domesticity, of curling up in her daddy's buff arms and forgetting that the rest of the world so much as existed. Greed, for everything about him that so many people considered harsh and abrasive and terrible, was a thousand times more of a comfort to Anna than anyone else had been ever since the death of her parents. He had all but raised her, taken her in as his little girl as if she really were his flesh and blood, and she had seen firsthand that, despite his bad reputation, he was the best man that she had ever met. He was her hero, and she worshiped him as one.

He was also her master, though, her hot-blooded daddy who didn't take no for an answer, and by the time next weekend finally came to be, Anna hoped that she would have a pretty little collar wrapped around her delicate little neck as proof of his claim over her, one that would be attached to a leash (perhaps a leather one, made specially just for him) that he could easily use to yank her around wherever he pleased. For now, though, the proof of his ownership over her would just have to be his seed, hot and sticky and thick, spurting all over her fresh face and her small but bouncy little tits that shouldn't have been allowed to be used and abused for a man's pleasure for at least another two years--or three, even, or four, because the fact that Anna could have easily passed for thirteen didn't exactly help matters in the slightest. Greed kept one hand on the back of her head, firmly holding her in place as he used the other to keep his spit-slicked cock nestled snugly between her too-small breasts. Maybe one day, when she had finally finished developing, they'd be bigger for him; maybe all it would take was him stuff her unprotected womb to the brim with his come so that she could have daddy's baby, maybe then her breasts would swell and expand and fill with sweet cream, and he could lose himself in them, could do whatever he wanted with them because she belonged to him and him only. For now, though, she was on birth control--no matter how happy Anna would have been to start a family, even she understood that doing so while she was underage would result in her daddy winding up in jail at the very least. That didn't make the thought of him breeding her as his naughty little bitch any less appealing, but they had a lifetime to spend together, and so there was no need for either one of them to rush.]

Ohh! Daddy! Daddy, yes! [Anna gasped out in a startled and breathy rush as, without any warning whatsoever, Greed finally began to fuck her glistening tits with earnest, forcing himself between them and pounding her delicate frame into the carpet beneath her with each snap and thrust of his toned and taut hips. He might as well have been pumping into her eager little pussy for how wantonly she was responding, crying out and nodding feverishly in response to every single humiliating thing that he said to her and struggling to hold her wildly-bouncing breasts still enough for him to thrust between. There would be bruises all over her small chest by the time he was finally done with her, bruises that would be painted with the very same come that Anna wished had made her. On every upwards thrust, the swollen head of his weeping cock was forced into her parted mouth, muffling her broken cries of pleasure and and causing Anna's head to fall back against the floor with an audible thud. Without even needing to be inside of her, he was already fucking her senseless all over again, but she didn't just lay there and take it, because her daddy deserved an active participant, and that was what he got: an eager and willing little cockwhore who writhed and squirmed and squealed beneath him like he was paying her to. She had been intimate enough times with Greed to know when he was close to orgasm, and now was almost certainly that point. His eyes were dark and stormy with the lust he was trying so desperately to satiate, and his jaw was clenched, his nostrils flaring as he fought and clawed his way to climax. He was devastatingly beautiful and obscenely sexy to her in that moment, like something out of a dirty magazine that had been catered exactly to Anna's taste, and finally, finally, he was nearing the end of his rope.]

Uhhhn--DADDY! [Anna all but shrieked when, with a particularly rough thrust, her master's massive cock swelled, twitched, and throbbed between the dainty swells of her tits, unleashing itself at once and at full-force. Anna was helpless to do little more than watch as his head tipped back and a primal and animalistic roar of a sound fled his parted lips, loud enough to shake the windows and alert every single one of their neighbors into what exactly was going on within their four walls. Greed seemed to lose complete and utter control of himself, and for a moment he was just so vulnerable, and Anna was just as eager to please as always as she struggled to milk his twitching cock with her swollen tits, rubbing back and forth even as spurt after spurt of sticky seed shot out and covered her all the way up from her chest to her face. She took every single drop like it was water and she was dying of thirst in the desert, mouth wide open and lips quivering desperately in search of the come she needed to survive. By the time her daddy began to wind down from his climax, Anna felt as if she had come right along with him, and she laid beneath him on the floor, flushed beneath the sticky sheen of come he had quite literally drenched her with. She swallowed what was in her mouth, licking her lips as if she were in a daze and gently rubbing at her creamy tits in an attempt to massage his seed into her supple flesh.] Oh, daddy...so good... [she mewled, and she barely had to lift her head to nuzzle against the tip of his satiated cock, smiling softly and tilting her neck to give the shaft of it a sweet little kiss. Relishing in the fact that she was covered in the proof of her daddy's release, she looked back up at him, eyes slightly dazed but bright with adoration nevertheless, a bashful little grin lighting up her delicate features.] Do you feel better, daddy? Did baby girl make you feel good? [Gently, because she knew how sensitive he would be post-climax, she licked a tiny lick along the length of his cock, and then kissed it once more with a sweet little giggle of a sound.] I missed this, daddy...I missed you.

[Sometimes Greed did wonder what she'd grow up to be, his little girl. If she'd stay as delicate and sweet as she was, if she'd be twenty-five some day and still look nearly half her age, look the same as she did now. Or if she'd blossom some day soon, if her hips would fill in and her breasts would swell and her features would mature into breathtaking beauty. Sometimes, he didn't know just which he would prefer. Sometimes he wanted her to stay like this forever, to be his perfect little jailbait cunt forever so that he'd always feel that sick tingle of taboo as he shoved his cock inside of her, as her cute little face twisted up in pleasure that was nearly pain. And sometimes, he wanted to see her as a radiant, glorious woman, his woman, wanted to take her heavy soft breasts in his hands and squeeze them tight, and maybe suck them dry, yes, heavy with milk as she was heavy with his child. Because one day, oh, one day he was going to knock her up, yes, one day she'd be off birth control and he'd make sure to fuck her until his cock was right up against her womb, shoot spurt after spurt of seed deep inside of her, and not stop until she was pregnant. She was going to be his sweet little breeder bitch, and it would be just one more way to claim her, truly, purely.

But that day would come when it came, and it was a long way off. He wanted her to finish school, wanted her to grow up to be the best princess that she could be, and when she was ready, when they were both ready, she'd be the perfect little mother to his children, even if she'd still always be his little girl. But for now, he loved her just as she was, as his depraved and decadent little schoolgirl whore, much too young and much to sweet to be pinned down with her tiny, baby girl tits wrapped around his cock, and that was perfect, so wickedly, deliciously perfect. They had a long future ahead of them, a long, sweet, filthy, wicked, wonderful, adorable future to plan and live through, but right now? Right now he didn't want anything different, not even a little.

And then those thoughts were gone, wiped out of his head along with the white hot burn of pleasure that shot through him. Coming for the first time with her was always something special, fire works blowing up inside his head, and this time was no different. He'd been needing this for so long and now it had come, and so had he, and she was still there underneath him, splattered so much with his come. It was on her tits, on her face, between her lips, even a little in her hair that he'd have to wash out during one of their long showers, or long, relaxing baths. And when she smiled up at him, smiled at him with that eager, delicate sweetness that made it look like he'd just given her a milkshake rather than a hot load of spunk, he smiled right back, letting out a low, throaty chuckle.]

Yes, princess, you made daddy feel so amazing. You always do. [His fingers drifted gently over her, around the shell of her delicate ear, down the line of her jaw, neatly avoiding the parts of her that were sticky with his seed but touching her all the same. Now that he'd come down from the rush the tenderness had emerged again, at least a little. He could call her all the filthy names he wanted during the act, treat her as roughly as he pleased, but she needed affection too, and softness, and sweetness. She deserved nothing else.] I missed you too, Anna. I always do. You're daddy's girl, and you belong here with me.

[In the wake of her daddy's first orgasm of the evening, Anna was every bit as sated and pleased as he was, if not more so, because she loved knowing that she could make her master feel good, that despite her young age and her small size, he preferred her over all of the other women that fought so desperately for his attention. Even going out for dinner with her handsome daddy meant dealing with waitresses batting their eyelashes at him, pulling down their blouses to bear their voluptuous breasts as they sauntered over to their table, more than likely assuming that the still-developing slice of jailbait who was practically sitting in his lap was his daughter. And Anna hated it--she was a spunky little thing by nature, sweet and docile when it came to her daddy but feisty and stubborn when it came to almost anyone else, and she was possessive, too, and so watching her much-older lover being on the receiving list of a series of seemingly never-ending woman who would have done absolutely anything for his cock, for a taste of the wealth and power that he displayed so blatantly, was enough to have Anna huffing and pouting and eventually crawling beneath the table without hardly any sort of warning whatsoever and sucking her daddy off hard under the guise of visiting the ladies' room. Sometimes there was nothing else that would make her feel better, nothing else that would calm her down half as much as suckling at her lover's cock like a starving kitten in search of sweet cream, and by the time she came back up, bright-eyed and rosy-cheeked and far too pleased with herself for her own good, she would taste her daddy's come in her mouth and feel it warming in her tummy, and she would know that he was hers and hers only, and that she didn't always have to worry about another woman stealing him away, not when he made it extraordinarily clear that he wasn't satisfied unless his hands were all over her. She knew that it was the same for him as well, that he didn't like the way the boys her age and even the ones who were a few years older looked at her, didn't like the way they automatically assumed that she would give them everything she had if it meant basking in their popularity, and that was why Anna always did her best to reassure her daddy that she was his slutty little sex toy, that her legs opened wide for no one but him and that none of her virgin-tight holes would ever know a cock that wasn't his own. Oh, it...it would be so much easier when she was a little bit older, or when she finally looked her age at the very least, because then they wouldn't have to worry about hiding away from the world. For now, though, they did what they could do keep safe and be careful, but sometimes it was so...so hard.

But at the time being, Anna didn't want to focus on any of that. Her dominant daddy had just succumbed to orgasm, and the proof of it was glistening all over her baby doll face and her supple tits that had been rubbed raw and red by the satiated cock still resting lewdly between them. They were taking a moment to breathe, to calm down and regain a bit of their strength, and just like always, it never ceased to amaze Anna just how quickly Greed was able to switch from being her rough and forceful owner who treated her like a worthless little cunt whose only use was to keep him entertained, to...to her sweet and tender daddy, who stroked her face and petted her hair and reminded her that she was so, so loved, and that no matter what, he would take care of her. She adored both sides of his personality equally, of course, and so for just a handful of moments, she ignored the desperate throbbing between her thighs in favor of relishing in the warmth of his large hand coming down to gently caress beneath the shell of her ear and along the line of her delicate jaw, causing her to flush with pleasure and mew with happiness. She squirmed beneath him, and gave him a bright and beaming little smile that was somehow right at home with the thick and sticky layer of seed she had been positively drenched in. She nuzzled into his touch, and she raised her head once more just so that she could press a chaste kiss to the still-weeping slit at the head of his cock, as if to say her thanks for the heavy load it had shot all over her.] I wish I could just stay here with you. [she admitted softly, and in her voice was yearning, raw and pure and almost too earnest to hear. She stretched out beneath him, tempting him all over again with her young and nubile little body that sprawled out so eagerly for him on the carpeted floor, teenage tits sliding along the shaft of his cock as if to ease it back to full hardness.] I hate being away from you, daddy...all I ever do when we're apart is spend all of my time missing you, because it hurts so bad; I ache for you, daddy, every single day and night that we aren't together...it isn't fair. [Her voice was quivering as she spoke, the words leaving her lips fretfully as if they pained her, and when she tilted her head to look at him, her doe-like eyes were shining with un-shed tears, wide and needy and unable to hide just how desperately she longed for him.]

And it hurts right now, daddy, too...I'm so wet; baby's pussy needs you. [Futilely, she struggled to hump the air like she was in heat, wanton and completely and utterly debauched as she whimpered and twisted her creamy thighs together pathetically, rutting at herself like it was all she knew how to do. She was moving so feverishly beneath him that it caused the shaft of his heavy cock to bounce, smacking right between her come-drenched tits and and leaving yet another bright-red mark to serve as proof of his claim over his own personal set of holes. She was dripping all the way down from the swollen and sticky slit of her cunt to the tight and clenching rosebud of her asshole, slicking the crease between the perky cheeks and her most forbidden entrance with her sweet nectar and perfuming the air with the heady scent of her arousal. If her daddy hadn't been straddling her chest, she would have reached down to rub at her sopping wet mess of a cunt, to slap at her glistening lower lips until they were bright red and hot to the touch, and maybe she would have even used her own juices to finger her slutty little asshole, to stretch herself open so that she could just barely take her daddy's cock, and even then it would hurt, because she was always so painfully tight, but being torn apart never failed to feel so deliciously good nevertheless...

That was what she wanted most right now: for her daddy to use and abuse and violate every single one of her young and illegal little holes, to split them wide on his cock or his hand until Anna really was blacking out, and even then she wouldn't want him to stop. She needed to know that he was there, that he wasn't going away anytime soon, and most of all that their weekend had only just begun. She needed to forget about all of the time she had spent missing him, all of the time she had spent longing for him, and...what better way was there than for him to pound into her fragile little body until she was too weak to remember her own name?] You need to fuck me, daddy, please...please! [she begged helplessly, gazing up at him with wide and pleading eyes that glistened with fresh tears, her slender legs still rubbing together hopelessly.] I need your cock so badly, daddy...I need you to fuck every last inch of my body and make me scream. Please, I...I'll do anything for daddy's cock. Your bitch, daddy, I'm your filthy little bitch, and I want you to punish me like I deserve!

[No, Greed most certainly did not like the looks that little boys gave her, and men even less. His Anna, his princess, might have been a dainty young thing who looked scandalously illegal, but that didn't mean men stopped staring. She was gorgeous, with her copper hair and big beautiful eyes and those perky little tits of hers. Plenty of men would have done anything to fuck her, to violate her, to use her just like Greed used her every time he could. He knew that, and so he saw it in their eyes, in the way they looked at her, talked to her, sometimes even touched her. And when that happened, oh, yes, Greed made sure she remembered exactly who she belonged to, exactly who her daddy was. The fuckings that came when that possessive streak were raised were brutal and deep and hard, and he always made her come screaming countless times in the mess of it, all the while telling her that she belonged to him, that she was his princess and no one else's. That no one could make her feel that good, just like no one could ever make him feel as good as she did. And he knew that she knew that. That she'd never disobey him, never betray him. She was a good girl, his Anna, and he loved her with all his heart.

The fact that she felt the same couldn't have been more obvious in the way that she looked at him. The way she smiled when he touched her, sunny and bright and more beautiful than anything else, even with her face glazed with his come, so messy and depraved. And it was there in how she whined, and keened, and needed him, in the un-shed tears glistening in her eyes that had nothing to do with the harsh throat-fucking she'd just received. Yes, she needed him, just like he needed her, and it made him ache sometimes, too, how badly he wanted her. How unfair it was that he couldn't be with her.] I know, baby. Daddy misses you, too, all the time. I just never feel right without my princess. But soon, soon you'll be grown up enough to be with daddy all the time. No one will take you away from me. Not ever.

[Just as quickly, though, she was switching back to raw need, to animal desire, and he was right there with her. He could see the heat glowing in her eyes, and feel the way that her thighs squirmed together behind him. A smirk spread across his face at knowing just how desperate she was, just how needy, and at this point he was sure that she'd come the absolute second he pushed his cock inside of her. It was tempting to do just that, to slide down between her legs and make her come herself senseless then and there, after what a good job she'd done sucking him off. But then she had to go and say something silly, and instead of pleasing her he reached out, grabbing her by her hair in one hand and smacked her smartly across the face with the other. It wasn't hard, wouldn't leave a mark, would barely even hurt, but the gesture was there all the same.]

Don't you fucking give me orders, little girl. I need to fuck you? Is that what you said to daddy? [The hand in her hair gave her a little shake, and his hand curled around her throat, now, squeezing down gently.] No, the only thing daddy needs to do is what daddy wants. If I decide that I just want to spend the rest of the night raping your little throat to my heart's content until you're a brainless, vapid bag of come on my floor, that's what daddy is going to do, and you don't get a say in it. Am I right? Well? [His hand cracked across her cheek again, a little harder this time, though still careful not to leave marks.] Answer me, slut.

[Greed didn't have to worry one bit about his jailbait princess ever straying from the warmth and safety of her daddy's strong arms in favor of spreading her legs for another man. Anna knew and understood all too well that she was his and his only, and if she needed to be forced into wearing a leash and collar to prove it, then so be it. There was no one else in the world who would have made Anna half as happy as her much-older lover did, both in and out of the bedroom. The boys her own age, especially, wouldn't have been able to measure up even halfway to her hot-blooded daddy, and they would have fallen short in absolutely every category. No other man would ever be able to give her what Greed did, no other man would dominate and humiliate and use her until she was left a whimpering mess with come, both his and hers, leaking out of every single one of her stretched and gaping holes. They wouldn't have been able to fathom just how dirty she was, they wouldn't have known what to do with a young and nubile little body that craved being objectified and treated like a worthless whore like Anna's did, and they most certainly wouldn't have known that, in the aftermath of it all, she liked to be held and cuddled and kissed softly, preferably in the warmth of a bed or the soothing tranquility of a hot bath that her daddy had drawn for the two of them. Greed had molded her sexuality, had taken it and claimed it as his own before Anna had even been aware of her wants and her needs and her aches, and he had made sure that, what she wanted, only he would be able to provide. And that was just one of the endless amounts of reasons that Anna didn't so much as look at other men, why she turned down every single one of the boys from her school who asked her on dates, because she knew that, at the end of the week, she would have a man to take care of her underage self, to stuff full of his gloriously big and thick cock until the only word left to describe her would be fucked. She wanted to be left a mindless and debauched little slut for her daddy, to know nothing but the fact that her tiny body had been pounded into and used so brutally that she wouldn't even be able to open her eyes and stand on her own.

And even then, she'd want more, because just because she was exhausted and on the verge of passing out, that did not mean that her daddy, her virile daddy with the endurance and stamina of a bull would be anywhere near done with her for the night. And his pleasure came first.

As per usual, the line between lust and love for the two of them was fine and easily crossed and easily melded together, and so it was no surprise that their tender moment shifted as quickly as it did. After all, Anna's wanton little pussy hadn't been so much as stroked yet, and both that and the tight rosebud of her asshole were clenching in need, desperate for something to fill them both as her honeyed juices streamed down her thighs and stained the carpet beneath her. Greed was still straddling her chest, still towering over and making it extraordinarily clear that she was only allowed to move when he told her to, and when Anna saw him smirk, she knew that something she had said had been out of line, that something she had said was worthy of punishment.] Ah! Daddy! [Just as she had expected, her master did not have any sort of tolerance for her insistence that he needed to fuck her, because no sooner had she said as much was he grabbing at her hair with one hand and bringing the other down across her face in an open-palmed smack. Immediately, Anna let out a little cry as her head was smacked forcibly to the side, and she whimpered, her eyes squeezing shut as if to deflect the blow that had already come. The pain, though, as slight as it was, did absolutely nothing to lessen Anna's heady arousal, and absolutely everything to heighten it. She loved when her daddy smacked her around with both his cock and his hands, when he punished and all but spat on her for speaking out of line. Shamefully, her little pussy quivered in response, spurting out yet another rush of hot and sticky juices, even as her daddy verbally reprimanded her for being such a needy cunt, glistening all down her thighs and slicking her virgin-tight asshole even more with the evidence of her desire.]

I'm sorry, daddy...I didn't mean to! Please, I--ah!

[Pitifully and pathetically, she could only mewl when her daddy shook her once by the hair before wrapping his strong and roughly-calloused hand around her delicate little throat, her body's natural instincts telling her to squirm and struggle against him even as her mind sang at the prospect of being choked and held down until she could no longer breathe. She writhed helplessly on the floor, pinned firmly in place and unable to move, and she could only gasp and look up at her daddy pleadingly when he demanded answers from her, though her inability to respond was swiftly reprimanded with a smack across the face that was twice as hard as the first one had been. Tears welled in her bright-blue eyes that she quickly squeezed shut yet again, and her lips parted futilely as if she meant to protest, though they both knew that the absolute last thing that she wanted was for her daddy to stop or even ease up. She loved when he was rough with her like this, when he didn't hold back and did everything in his power to exert his dominance over her young little body, going so far as to smack and choke and degrade her until it no longer mattered whether she was screaming for him to stop or keep going. She loved having him push the limits of both pleasure and pain, to the point where even if she was pleading with him to stop...he still didn't, if only because he knew that no never really meant no when it came to Anna.]

Daddy, please...please, daddy, I'm so sorry. I didn't--I didn't mean to sound like such a selfish whore...

[They both knew she wouldn't deny him if he really did want nothing more than to spend the rest of the night pounding his cock into her slutty little throat, and that chances were she'd find a way to come nevertheless without being touched at all. But she was so desperately wet and aching for him, especially after nearly a week of having been forced to use her fingers to pleasure herself (and sometimes her entire hand on particularly bad nights), and she was already mindless just like he wanted her, completely sex-starved and unable to think of anything aside from her favorite cock, the one that she needed more than life itself. She was a bitch in heat, and it didn't matter that she was only sixteen years old, because she needed her daddy, and she needed him now.

Whimpering softly, she arched her back beneath him, thrusting her little tits upwards in a desperate plea and struggling beneath the heavy hand pinned across her delicate throat. Her cheek felt red and hot to the touch, and she wanted him to mark her, to bruise her, to make everything think that she had gotten beaten over the weekend if if meant that she'd have the proof of her daddy's touch written all over her sweet little face.]

Please, daddy, I'm begging you...fuck me. Use me. Hurt me. I...rape me.

[Honestly, it was tempting to leave her wanting, just to punish her further, because he knew how much she loved being punished. Treated roughly, demeaned, left aching at his hand in so many ways. She loved it when he held that power over her, when he reminded her just how much she belonged to him and just how easily he could control her and dominate her. He didn't even need to look between her legs to know how much of a sticky, sopping wet mess she'd be, how much her pussy would be gushing. He could smell it, smell her arousal perfuming the air, and he knew that it would only get more intense and more raw if he slapped her around a little more, if he degraded her more. Barely sixteen and he'd already turned her into the most depraved and filthy kind of slut, it was almost laughable, and yet he couldn't help wondering what she'd turn into by the time she was an adult, well and truly his.

But as much as he could have so easily done that, treated her as nothing but a vessel for his pleasure to be beaten and used up without giving her any real pleasure of her own, he knew better. Theirs was a complicated and dark relationship, but that didn't make him care about her any less. She needed to be touched, she needed to be fucked, she needed her daddy to make her come more than anything, and he wasn't really in a mood to deny her that. The little blast of roughness, darkness, had been a taste, something that he knew she would enjoy, but it was only meant to be a taste. For now. Perhaps more would come later, he didn't know yet.

All he knew was that they had two solid days together, and he was going to use every second.

As it was, he just leaned in a little closer, his fingers tightening around her throat to the point where she'd really struggle to breathe, to suck in breath. He wasn't going to go too rough on her, not yet, and he always had to be careful that he didn't leave any marks above her collar no matter how much he wanted to, but it was tempting. Tempting to slap her until her cheeks were swollen and red, tempting to squeeze her throat until his fingers lay across it like brands. One day. One day he'd be able to do anything he wanted, he just had to wait until then. For now, he simply squeezed with careful pleasure, and slowly, deliberately, spat in her face.]

Damn right I'm going to use you, cunt. That's what you're for, that's all you are, and don't you forget it. You're daddy's rape-meat, and I'll fuck you when I want and how I want and as hard as I want, but you don't get to decide, and you don't get to demand. Now. Daddy's going to get up, and you're going to get on your knees and present yourself like the needy, desperate, shameless little bitch in heat you are so daddy can rip your little jailbait pussy in two before he changes his mind.

[And just like that he was letting go of her, releasing her throat and slowly climbing off of her chest. He knew that she'd be quick, that she'd be good, and just manhandling her, talking to her so viciously, and knowing how wet she was? It was enough to get him hard again, hard and ready, and oh, he couldn't wait to finally know the taste of his little girl's cunt again.]

[Anna didn't know what she would do if Greed didn't fuck her, and soon. She was a needy and trembling mess of a sixteen year old slut as she laid beneath him on the floor, squirming helplessly and rubbing her creamy thighs together as if that would somehow take away the burning ache that had formed between them. It had been almost a week since her daddy had so much as touched her where she needed him most, and Anna was desperate as a result, driven absolutely mad with the overwhelming amount of power that he held over her. She had been his naughty little girl ever since she was only fourteen years old, and even at such a young and tender age she had so eagerly spread her legs wide open for him, willingly allowing him to use every single one of her illegally-tight holes until she was left fucked raw and barely conscious beneath him. They had their softer moments, of course, where her daddy would let her curl up in his arms and stroke her hair until she was mewling like a content little kitten, but it went without saying that the relationship that they shared was a dark and twisted one, and their sex life reflected just that. Anna wasn't truly sated unless she was stuffed full of her daddy's come, filled to the brim with it until it was leaking out of her, and oh, she couldn't wait until she was old enough to bear his child, to feel her womb grow heavy with his seed and her tits grow heavy with sweet cream that she would need him to drink if only so that she'd stop aching and hurting because of how tender and swollen they were. She wanted so much when it came to her daddy...she wanted him to be rough with her, to stop worrying about leaving marks where other people could see, to smack her around and choke her until she was all but being beaten into submission. It was a good thing that she planned on living the rest of her life by his side, then, because it meant that they had decades to do all that and so much more.]

O-oh...ngh... [As if he had been reading her mind, Greed tightened his strong grip on her delicate, lily-white throat, squeezing to the extent that she could no longer draw breath. Her cock-swollen lips parted helplessly, and her eyes squeezed halfway shut, her body protesting while her mind did nothing but beg for more. That combined with the weight of him bearing down on her was nearly too much, and the edges of her vision began to blur as she struggled so pitifully to arch up beneath him, her legs still sprawled wide open and her hips canting desperately upwards even as she was being choked hard enough to send her into a bout of unconsciousness. Her daddy knew by now that there was almost nothing more that she loved quite as much as being used and abused and degraded; after all, he had been the one to instill those very same wants and needs in his baby girl when she had only just finished going through puberty. Her tiny mess of a pussy was crying out for help at this point, flushed a feverish shade of pink and glistening with the creamy slickness of her arousal, and it only got that much worse when Greed spat in her face and began to taunt and torment her even more in that firm and demanding voice of his. She would have gasped if she could draw breath when she felt his saliva on her cheek, mixing with his come and dirtying her even more, but she could only whimper instead, nodding fervently in response to every rough and humiliating thing he said to her. She would have been lying if she tried to claim that the thought of her daddy forcing her down and giving her no choice but to take his cock whether or not she wanted it, raping her for all intents and purposes, didn't turn her on to the extent where it was obscene, but the fact of the matter was that it simply wasn't possible...Anna would always want her daddy's cock and his come; she would always need it to live and breathe and survive.

Finally, he was letting her up, and Anna immediately drew in a breathy gasp the moment he released his tight grip on her slender throat that was now flushed the same shade of pink as her jailbait cunt and baby girl tits. Looking up at him as she struggled to refill her neglected lungs, she could already see that her daddy's glorious cock was hard all over again, and she wasn't even the slightest bit surprised...he was virile and hot-blooded, and his stamina was second to none. He would have been the prize bull in a breeding stall, stronger than all the other men and far more capable of getting the job done than anyone else, and if that had been the case, then Anna would have begged for the chance to be one of the many bitches he'd fill up with his potent seed. Thankfully, she was now his one and only> bitch, and she liked it best that way...she didn't want to ever share her daddy with anyone else, not when she loved and adored him as much as she did. Now, she was quivering from head to toe with the prospect of finally, finally being given the cock she had craved all week long, and she knew that the moment he buried himself hilt-deep inside of her aching little pussy, she would come on the spot. She simply wouldn't be able to help herself.] Yes, daddy, yes...whatever you want, please! [she keened in a frenzied rush, scrambling to do exactly as he said, because she was so desperate for him that it hurt, and if anything she did or neglected to do caused him to prolong her pleasure for even a moment longer, she was certain that would be the end of her. Shakily, she rolled over, and she got on her knees so that she could lift her pert little ass into the air, laying with her cheek pressed into the carpet because she knew that she wouldn't be able to hold herself up anymore. Then, she reached behind herself, and she flipped up her little schoolgirl skirt so that she was indecently exposed, all the way down the crease of her asscheeks and the needy hole tucked snugly between them to the even needier hole beneath that. Both her tight asshole and pussy were clenching and twitching in search of something to fill them, and the latter of the two was oozing out sweet ichor that slid down her thighs and fell to stain the carpet beneath her.]

Daddy, I...is this good? Please, daddy, please... [she was babbling senselessly now, whimpering and mewling like the useless cunt she was as she laid with her ass up and her face down on the floor in nothing but the remains of her schoolgirl uniform: a skimpy skirt and a pair of virgin-white socks that nearly came up to her thighs. She couldn't have looked any younger than she did in that moment, far too young to be violated and fucked within an inch of her life, and yet she still reached behind herself once more with trembling hands to grip at both of her supple asscheeks, tugging them apart to bear herself completely to her daddy. With a needy sound that bordered on one of pain, she lifted her head slowly and looked up at him from over her shoulder, and on her face was an expression of pure desire. Her eyes were half-lidded and hazy, and her sumptuous lips were bruised and glossed with spit and come.] All I'm good for is--is taking your cock, daddy, like a good little whore, and I'll die without it. I will, daddy, I know I will...just fuck me, daddy, please! [She wiggled her ass from side to side, feeling her tiny and underdeveloped tits bounce with even the slightest movements.] Please, daddy...fuck me, hurt me, do whatever you want to me! I--I'm yours!

[There was no missing the near-rapturous expression on her face as his fingers tightens, as he spit on her. She loved it. She loved every second of it, loved being degraded, used, and really had ever since this started. Ever since she'd been an even tinier thing than she was now, barely old enough to have tits and far too young to take a cock, ever since he'd first caught sight of that precious and precocious little school girl that had so readily come into his attention, his arms, his bed, had given him her everything. It had been wrong then and it was even worse now, because of all the things he'd come to do to her, to make her love, and yet she loved it. And he was only ever going to give her more, more and more, until her little body just couldn't take it. And he knew, knew, that if he did fuck her until she passed out, choked her until she passed out, she'd only wank up thanking him and asking him for even more. Because that was his baby girl, his princess, his Anna.

But for now, what she really needed was just anything at all. He watched her as she scrambled into place, moving as quickly as her lust-heavy limbs could move her and smirked all the while. How she thrust out her ass, lifted it as high as she could while her head slumped against the floor in the most submissive and shameless of poses possible. How she flipped up that little skirt, that fucking skirt, the mark that she was still his schoolgirl, still his perfect jailbait, the little girl that he would very definitely be sent to jail for if they were ever caught. All the more reason to be careful, to hold back, to not leave marks on her skin, no matter how he wanted to.

Then again, he could leave marks on that pretty, perky ass, and as he moved behind her he reached out and squeezed, digging his fingers tightly into her soft, pale flesh as he dragged her a little closer. It didn't matter that she was already doing such a good and delicious job of spreading herself open for daddy, he just wanted to hold her tight, wanted to leave bruises on her skin, give her something to remember him by when this was over, when she had to go back home. Just like the big, thick, sticky load of come he'd leave in her pussy when she went to class on monday morning, something to make a mess of her panties. One day, that would be filling up her womb, letting her get pregnant, become truly his, and oh, he couldn't wait for the day that he could fuck her with her big, swollen belly and heavy, leaking tits. But that would come when it came. When she was old enough, and not a second before.

Why think about the future, though, when he had her right here, ready and wanting? His cock was hard again, achingly hard, and he slid it against her slowly, between her perky little cheeks and against her slick asshole, and then between her thighs. Rubbing against her like that, it was easy to see just how deep his cock could shove inside of her, clear how sometimes he struggled to fit inside of her at all, but that wasn't going to be a problem now. Not when she was so absolutely sopping wet.] Oh, yes, that's just perfect, baby. You're so perfect for daddy. [One hand wrapped around his cock, holding it in place as he let his swollen tip nuzzle against her pussy. It really did look just too big to fit inside of her tiny, too-young hole.] I love you, Anna. [But he didn't care. He shoved inside of her all the same, grabbing her waist and dragging her onto his shaft to impale her in one rough movement.]

[Finally, finally, after days and days of waiting and wishing and wanting, Anna was right where she belonged: on her knees for her daddy with her perky little ass in the air and as vulnerable as could be. She couldn't have ever been with another man like this, because she knew in her heart of hearts that she'd never be able to put all of herself on display the way she did when she was with Greed. She trusted herself to him completely, allowing him to mold both her young body and sexuality to his liking, and there was absolutely no way that she could have ever allowed anyone else to do the same. She truly did believe in soulmates, as naive as it might have sounded, just as she believed that her daddy had been sent to her from above like some sort of fallen angel with darkened wings and a twisted path. She didn't care what the world thought of them, because as rough around the edges as Greed might have seen, he had a heart that was made to love and be loved, and he doted upon her endlessly, spoiling her with all of the love and affection she had gone years and years without. She had only been fourteen the first time he had welcomed her into his life, into his arms, into his bed, and since then, she had never found any reason to leave. There was something to be said for a man who could be slapping you senseless one moment while his monstrous cock was buried deep inside of you and holding you close and petting your hair tenderly the next, but if any of that was considered wrong, then Anna simply didn't want to be right.]

Ah! Daddy! [she couldn't help but gasp when he fell into position behind her, squirming helplessly as he grabbed onto the supple curve of her ass and dug his nails in deep. Her own hands ended up on the floor, clutching desperately at the carpet as if to brace herself for what she knew would be the fucking of a lifetime. She might have been sixteen and therefore almost a woman, but she had the pussy of a little girl, completely bare and far too small to take so much as one of her dainty fingers, let alone the stallion cock of a man like her daddy. Finally, Greed was able to mark her, and Anna urged him on with her needy little moans and breathy mews, wriggling her ass high in the air even as he sunk his nails into her porcelain flesh hard enough to come close to drawing blood. She wanted her little ass to be cherry-red and hot to the touch, to still feel her daddy's touch at school on Monday every single time she sat down. It was the sting of pain, as well, that turned her on more than almost anything, just as it always did, and she might as well have been a kitten in heat by the way she was writhing for him on the floor, splaying out her fingers like paws as she struggled so feverishly for the cock that was so close and yet so achingly far away. She wanted him to bury himself to the hilt inside of her, to shove the blunt and swollen head of his throbbing dick right up against her womb so that it bulged in her little tummy and she could rub the length of him beneath her skin, and in her mind she'd be pretending that it was enough to make her carry his baby, to make her grow big and swollen and achy all over with the sort of pain that only he could relieve.

For now, though...this was more than enough.

She whimpered and keened when she finally felt him take hold of his massive cock. He guided it between the reddened cheeks of her ass, rubbing it up against the slick crack and the impossibly tiny hole that fit so snugly within it. If she wasn't so desperate to have him in her cunt, she would have begged him to tear her asshole apart, to shove himself inside of it without any sort of stretching or preparation whatsoever, and she would have taken it like the eager little bitch she was. But her poor, pitiful little pussy was crying out to be pleasured at this point, and so maybe later when they were in the bath she'd ask her daddy to play with her tiny asshole, to fit as many of his soapy fingers inside of the tight rim as he possibly could, and just the thought of it was enough to have Anna letting out a dreamy little sigh, her eyelids fluttering shut as Greed shifted once more so that the length of his cock was now between her delicate thighs. She flushed with pleasure when he told her that she was perfect, because she loved his praise and degradation equally--she was his nasty little slut, but she was pretty baby, too, and he never let her forget that.]

I--I love you too, daddy, oh gosh. I love you so much, I love you always, I--ohhhh! DADDY!

[And that was all it took. The moment he simultaneously thrust forwards and yanked her onto the thick and throbbing length of his cock, it was as if every single one of Anna's wound-up and hypersensitive nerves were sent crashing into overdrive, and just as she had predicted, she came then and there. It was just so much, too much for her to bear--her daddy's glorious dick was much, much too big for her underage cunt, and in one swift thrust he was all but fitted into her womb, filling and stuffing her to the brim and bulging obscenely in her little tummy. It might have slid in easily due to how wet and sloppy she was, but it was still a tight fit to say the very least, and all of her little girl muscles were forced wide open, splitting around her daddy's dominating cock and stretching to the extent that she felt as if they would tear. And oh God, her g-spot. He didn't need to thrust upwards or angle himself in any which way; he was so big and so thick that he was always stroking it no matter what.] You're too--you're too big, daddy, I can't take it! [she cried out for mercy as the first wave of her climax washed over her like a tsunami; her entire body seemed to tense and then jerk, and in an instant, the tight walls of her pussy were clamping down and clenching around her much-older lover's dick, squeezing it as if to milk his come right out of his balls. Anna's own come, hot and sticky and sweet, spurted out of her to slick both her daddy's cock and his thighs with the proof of her release, dripping all down the front of her body and onto the carpet as she thrashed and screamed in the throes of orgasm.]

It's too much, it's too much! Daddy, HELP!

[she continued to cry out desperately, her words a mangled mess and the entirety of her delicate frame flushed and dewy with sweat, and then, with a broken sob of pleasure, she braced herself by clutching onto the carpet before shakily thrusting her ass back, fucking herself on the shaft of her daddy's cock that was now covered in her thick and creamy ichor. She whimpered softly, and reached beneath herself with a trembling hand to rub at that tiny swell he had caused in her tummy, stroking him through her velvety skin and wordlessly begging him for more, more, and more.]

Daddy...please...

[With tears of pure pleasure-pain in her eyes, she turned her head and glanced up at him over her shoulder, desperate and needy and willing to do whatever it took if it meant being outright claimed by him.]

H--harder.

[The reaction when he shoved his cock inside of her couldn't have been more perfect.

The first time he'd found her, she'd been the most tiny, innocent virgin he'd ever seen. Untouched, unintroduced to the world of pleasure and darkness and sweet, sticky sin. She had been everything she looked like, everything she looked like even now with her big beautiful eyes, her cute braids, her pure white socks running up her thighs. The first time he'd seduced her, charmed her into his bed, he honestly hadn't known if he'd even be able to fit his cock inside of her, she had been so little. That first time, he'd simply fucked her smooth, soft thighs and left her stomach and her tits, tiny as they were, splattered with come, and fingered and licked her until she came, too, over and over again. Even then it had been a struggle, to even fit that inside of her, and the first time he'd really, truly fucked her, he'd almost thought he was going to truly break her. She'd certainly walked funny for days afterwards - which, admittedly, was pretty entertaining to watch.

But that had been a long time ago. Two years she'd been his baby girl, two years she'd been his princess, and his personal cumdump, and his fucktoy, and his precious, perfect kitten, and all the other things in between. Two years he'd been using every weekend and vacation day they could get together to play, and have fun, and give her all the attention and love that she craved, and, of course, fuck her as hard and often and good as he possibly could, as she so deeply craved by now. It had been a long, long time since he was actually worried about her little body could take, because he'd made her body into something that didn't just take his cock, but craved it, and he knew that the last thing she wanted was for him to go easy on her.

So when she told him that he was too much, that he was too big, he only laughed. Laughed, and moaned, because she was seizing at his cock so tightly, her little pussy sucking at him like it was her tight, desperate throat, trying so hard to milk him dry already. She was coming alright, coming hard, her entire little body twitching and spasming, but he just held her tight, his hands wrapped around her waist and so big that his fingers almost touched in the middle. Gripping her tight, he just let her ride out that first, overwhelming wave of pleasure, knowing full well that more would be coming. He'd made her come so many times before she hadn't been able to keep count, that she'd zoned out in total bliss, and after how long it had been, how needy she was, he wouldn't be surprised if this was the same kind of day.

Smirking, he looked right down at her, still keeping a tight hold on her body, and slowly, deliberately ground his hips forward so that his cock could prod against her womb, shift deep inside of her body. When she reached for her tummy he liked to pretend that he could almost feel her fingers caressing him through his skin. God, the first time he'd seen that bulge he'd been worried he really was going to hurt her, but she'd only loved it, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't love the sight, too, now that he knew she was just fine.]

What was that, kitten? [There was wickedness in his eyes. She had come once, the edge had been taken off, and she knew that he wasn't going to leave her, not when he was buried as deep as he could be in her body without really, truly breaking her open in some way. So he could tease her, just a little. His hand came down, smacking lightly over her ass, then a little harder.] Speak up.

[Anna remembered the first time she had met Greed as if it had been just yesterday. At the young and tender age of just barely fourteen, he had seemed so charming and debonair, with the sort of wicked glint in his eyes that both drew her in and intimidated her at the same time. Almost immediately, she had been sweet on him, smitten like a schoolgirl with an embarrassing little crush on one of her teachers, and it hadn't been long before she had eagerly accepted his offer to join him in his bed. After all, it had been years since her parents' death, years since she had received any sort of love or affection, and so it was no wonder that she had been so willing to spread her legs for a man twice her age. She remembered being shy and timid at first, but eager and earnest all the same, and she remembered that Greed had been nothing but sweet and careful with her, making sure that she felt safe and adored before he so much as touched her. For a man who appeared so rough and dark and almost sinister at times, not once had he ever failed to ensure that Anna knew that she was protected and taken care of. Their first night together had been nothing short of mind-blowing for the young fourteen year old. She remembered everything as if it happened in a blur; she remembered gasping and whimpering as her daddy pleased her underage pussy for the very first time and showed her what it meant to have an orgasm; she remembered moaning like a wanton little slut when she felt his seed, thick and sticky and burning, spurt itself all over her stomach tits that had been even smaller and more underdeveloped when they were now, and most of all, she remembered realizing then and there that this was the man she was going to fall in love with...that this was the man she would want for the rest of her life.

And now, Anna had belonged to him for two whole years. Two years of being daddy's sweet little kitten, of curling up at his feet while he worked and nuzzling against him, of eagerly offering up every single one of her too-small holes for him to use and abuse and claim as his own. She knew that he had a wide variety of lovers before her, more than she could even begin to fathom, and knowing that he had given it all up for her made Anna's heart sing. She did her absolute best to make sure that he never regretted choosing her over anyone else...after all, she would have been absolutely devastated if he hadn't. At the time being, however, she didn't know anything but the white and blinding pleasure that followed in the wake of her first climax of the evening. All her daddy had done was fill her to the brim with the thick and throbbing length of his cock and Anna had come undone screaming for him, her tiny little body shaking and quivering all over as every single one of her muscles both protested and welcomed the orgasm that had proved to be almost too much for her to bear. She was even more sensitive now than she had been before, so much so that just having him inside of her felt so good that it almost hurt. She whimpered brokenly as he clutched onto her delicate waist, knowing that his hands, so large and strong and capable of so many things, came very close to meeting fingertip to fingertip due to how much smaller she was in comparison to him. She loved how big and muscular her daddy was; she loved that he could pick her up and toss her around without any sort of hesitation whatsoever, and she loved being able to make herself a little nest in his arms whenever she pleased.]

D--daddy, oh my gosh... [she mewed fretfully as he held her through the last waves of her orgasm, panting breathlessly on the floor as she struggled to fight back the urge to fall unconscious then and there. Even then, she wouldn't want her daddy to stop--no, she'd want him to use her pliant little body for his pleasure, waking her up only when his delicious seed was shooting inside of her and claiming her womb. There had been more than one occasion in the past where he had forced her to come so many times that she couldn't see straight, and Anna couldn't help but hope that tonight would be one of those instances as well. She let out a startled and shaky little gasp when, without any sort of warning, Greed snapped his hips forward so that he could grind them slowly up against the pert swell of her ass. His balls, hot and heavy and swollen with his virile essence, smacked firmly against her throbbing clit, and Anna gave another helpless moan, her eyes squeezing shut as she realized that her daddy was so deeply buried within her that he was pressing up against her womb.] I--I can feel you, daddy, you're so... [Gasping once more, she continued to rub feverishly at that little bulge in her tummy that was even bigger now, and in response, her freshly-pleased cunt twitched around the base of his cock and slicked it with yet another spurt of her sticky come. She could only imagine the pretty picture she made for him: on her knees with her ass in the air and her face down on the ground and clad in nothing more than her little schoolgirl skirt and a pair of thigh-high stockings, she still had his seed on her tits and on her face, and as utterly filthy and depraved as it all was, Anna only wanted more, more, more. Her daddy could objectify her in every single way and violate her as if she really was nothing but his jailbait rape-meat, and yet she'd still be such a good little kitten for him, crawling back to him on her knees so that she could beg and plead to be taken all over again.]

Ah! Ohh, yes! Daddy! [The firm smack he delivered to one of her round ass cheeks was enough to have Anna eagerly canting her hips back against his, wanting him deeper and deeper still even as his cock that was as thick as his wrist was already balls-deep in her slutty little pussy. She positively loved when he spanked her, when he used his hands on her to leave marks all over her perky ass, and she loved it even more when he was inside of her at the same time. When he spoke aloud once more, Anna found herself shivering, because it had always been his voice--his dark, smoke-filled voice--that put the butterflies in her tummy and caused her heart to race. Her daddy was the sexiest man alive, and she was just so lucky to be given his cock and his come as frequently as she was. Even if it felt far too big for her illegal little cunt to take, they both knew that she could be pushed to even more extremes--she had taken her daddy's fist before and even some of his wrist, and as many toys as he could find to use on her, even when he was already fucking her senselessly with his massively huge cock. As it was, she recognized her daddy's words for the command that they were, and Anna immediately nodded feverishly, desperate to please and to be pleased in return. She scrabbled desperately at the carpet with her small hands, moaning with her cheek pressed into it and grinding her ass back against him wantonly in a shameless plea for everything that he was willing to give to her.] I--I said harder, daddy, please...I need more, I need all of you. [Anna whimpered, and in that moment, she really did wish that he had put a leash and collar on her--then, he could yank her back with the former and force her to fuck herself on his cock, and she'd come screaming over and over again until her little body simply couldn't take any more.

Desperately, she arched her back and rubbed her ass against his hips in tiny circles, keening softly as her pink pussy was split open obscenely, and her womb, too, as if she really was being bred so that daddy's baby could have daddy's baby.]

Fuck me as hard as you can, daddy, please! I can take it, I promise...I want your come to be dripping out of me for days! Please, please, please!

[It had always been Greed's first priority to take care of her, really. Even when she had first appeared to him, as nothing more than the most sinfully adorable piece of jailbait that he'd ever seen, he'd wanted more than to violate her - even if he had so very badly wanted to violate every inch of her perfect, tiny body, right from the start. Just one look in her big, beautiful eyes had made him want to hold her close, take care of her, never let her go, and the longer they'd been together the stronger that urge had become. To make sure that she always had a smile on her face, that she felt loved and protected and cared for, that she knew that there was someone in her life, at least, who would always be there for her and always looking out for her. He was her daddy, now, her boyfriend, her lover, everything that she could want him to be, he wanted to be it. And he'd be it all happily.

Of course, these days, "taking care of her" meant a whole lot more than just making sure that she got cuddles and kisses and they watched her favorite movies, even though he definitely did that for her, too. It also meant getting fucked, fucked hard and left sprawled on the ground or in bed with her holes drooling and her mind half-broken. It meant getting slapped around, her hair pulled, her nipples tugged and bitten, her ass smacked hard until there were tears in her eyes. It meant getting used over and over again, until her little tummy almost seemed swollen from the sheer amount of come that he'd pumped inside of her body. Today was shaping up to definitely be one of those days, one of those days where he couldn't hold back, where he couldn't go easy on her even if he wanted to. Because mainly, she never wanted him to. She wanted it as rough and as overwhelming as he could dish it out, and the days that he'd worried about being too much for her, hurting her, were long since past. Now, he simply focused on making her come as many times as possible, until she was ready to collapse into a brainless, fucked-out stupor. Nothing was better.

And here she was, begging for it again. Here she was, aching for her daddy to use her as hard as possible. He could see the way her little cunt trembled around his cock, stretched so wide it looked like it must hurt for her to be filled like that, but he kept a tight grip on her waist all the same and slowly rocked his hips back and forth, her little pink lips pouting out around him before he crushed his way into her pussy again.]

Mm, are you sure, baby girl? I don't want to be too much for you. [Grinning, he drew out of her halfway and slammed in again, harder this time, his skin slapping loudly against hers. The sight of her perky little ass jiggling was so delicious, especially squeezed as it was between her rumpled skirt and her pretty white stockings.] I'm so deep in you, so big in baby's cunt. Aah, I can feel your little womb, even, can't you feel daddy? [Squeezing down on her hips again, he ground himself forward, rubbing the head of his cock right against her there, at that deepest place.] If I fuck you too hard, daddy might just fill your little womb up, and we can't have that, can we? You wouldn't want to get your cute little ass knocked up, would you?

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