Depraved Primordial King and His Degenerate Family

His breath was scorching against her delicate pink folds as he loomed over her with his broad shoulders casting a shadow over her tiny, pure white body.

His handsome young face hovered just above her youthful pussy and was close enough that his exhales made her shiver.

But before indulging, he took his time and observed his little daughter's tight and young pink pussy with fascination.

Her tight pink slit was flawless and glistened with an untouched sheen while being framed by the faintest beginnings of fine and barely-there blue pubic hairs that could only be seen and sensed by his strongest senses.

It was smooth and unblemished as it shone with a pure white beauty.

A tight and faint pink vertical slit framed her pussy and he was excited and surprised on seeing it.

Surprised because it was so small and so different from the last time he had bathed her years ago, when she was just a child of four or five.

Back then, her body had been too underdeveloped to hold his attention.

But now…

Now, her mound had a soft swell, and her pink folds showed the first hints of maturity.

A thrill shot through him at the thought that he would be the one to nurture her and the one who would fully bloom his daughter's pussy into a full red flower a few years later when it developed more.

In a few years, when she was ready, he would claim her completely and shape her into the most exquisite woman in existence.

Though he wanted nothing more than to fuck his daughter, he knew that she was still too small for his taste and her well being.

But it didn't mean that he wouldn't help her develop herself to the finest woman of the universe.

With a trembling finger, he traced the length of her tight pink slit and savored the forbidden thrill that coursed through him.

Morality? Society’s rules? They meant nothing to him.

As the primordial king and the lord of the universe, he dictated what was right.

And he had no interest in imposing his beliefs on others—not because he cared for their opinions, but because he was beyond such trivial concerns.

She shuddered as his rough fingertip glided over her young and till developing slit and exploring further until it brushed against her clean, pure butthole.

As his daughter and a being born of divine blood and possessing an innate divine body, she had no need for mortal vulgarities like excretion.

Her body was immaculate by nature, though she still ate and slept out of habit, for pleasure rather than necessity.

Just as her lips parted to speak, he closed the distance and sealed his mouth over her tight pink pussy in a slow and deliberate kiss.

Soft, wet smooching sounds filled the air as he planted small and living kisses all over pink pussy with his lips and suckled gently as if she were something sacred.

Aelara’s small white fingers twisted into his black hair and her breath hitching as his tongue dragged along her slit in one long reverent stroke.

"D-Daddy—!" Her voice was a high-pitched, melodious squeak, and her hips jerked at the unfamiliar sensation.

He chuckled and the vibration against her sensitive flesh, made her squirm.

"Shh, my sweet little princess," he murmured and pulled back just enough to speak.

"I’m just cleaning your little pee pee."

She nodded shyly and her beautiful wide purple eyes locked onto him as his tongue flicked over her again.

His free hand drifted upward and started to tease the rosy bud of her nipple as he pinched it lightly between his fingers and he continued to lavish attention between her thighs.

His tongue was relentless as it dipped into her slit and tracing her inner thighs, lapping at her innocence with obscene devotion.

She writhed beneath him and her snow-white skin flushed as a strange, coiled heat built in her belly.