Ongoing Story/You love your father and want him to be happy, that's all that matters to you
From Create Your Own Story
Chapter 12: Who's Your Daddy?
You don't care if its wrong, not when this feels so right!!!
You enjoy feeling this close to your father, love the fact you can bring such joy back into his miserable existence, but most of all you derive a sick pleasure from doing something as depraved as screwing your own daddy. You really are one filthy slut!
Under the healing power of your tender mercies, you feel your father gaining renewed strength and vigor. The ravages of time seem to diminish with each thrust of his cock. Now with a new lease on life, the formerly frail old man pushes you down on the dungeon floor and starts fucking you hard, like a man in his prime.
"Yeah, fuck me! Fuck me hard daddy! I love it! I'm Your little whore! Ungghh yes!" You tell the old man as he makes you cum for the second time. Not realizing that when you called him "daddy" you were doing anything more than talking dirty to him, your father moans and shoots his seed into your hungry cunt.
Having both reached climax, you snuggle up next to your dad, basking in the afterglow of the sweetest orgasm of your life. He seems to enjoy your cuddling and wraps his arm around you protectively.
"Tell me about yourself. What's your name? How did you come to be imprisoned here?" You ask innocently, but secretly your dying to know the answers to a mystery that's haunted you for years.
"My name is Kay. Korol is my older brother. It was he who imprisoned me here." The man reveals, his voice cracking with rage. You were named after your father and Duke Korol is your Uncle! You are shocked, until you realize what the man says can't possibly be true.
"How can Duke Korol be your older brother! He's nearly half your age!" You ask doubtfully. You start to think your father has gone senile in his old age.
"He only appears to be young! He has vial containing a magical elixir, if you drink just one drop from it you can reverse the aging process by 20 years. It was for this vial that I returned to my brother's castle all those years ago. I had fallen in love with an elf-maid, and she became pregnant. But she refused to allow herself to love me. She knew any romance was destined to be a tragic one because the lives of men are short, and an elf-maid's youth and beauty lasts for centuries. I needed that vial in order to stay young and vibrant, I thought that then she could truly love me. But I was captured instead, I never saw my true love again or held my baby." He tears up and you start to cry with him.
What do you do now?
