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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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[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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