Depraved Primordial King and His Degenerate Family

His fingers tightened possessively on her small white hips and dragged her closer until the swollen head of his cock pressed against her damp trembling entrance.

"But for now," he smiled, his voice dripping with dark promise, 

"Daddy has other ways to prepare you."

A whimper escaped her lips as he spread her delicate thighs wider and his tongue replacing his ten inch ling hard penis as he delved deep into her tight little slit.

(Her slit is still budding so it is closed so he only licked the outer part)

Her back arched instinctively and her blue heels dug into the sheets as he feasted on her, each flick of his tongue coaxed louder and needier cries from her.

"Such a good girl," he murmured between languid strokes, his lips vibrating against her sensitive flesh. 

"Daddy's perfect little slut."

"W-What's a slut, Daddy?" she gasped as her hazy eyes glistened with innocence and something far more sinful.

He paused and lifted his mouth from her glistening folds just enough to answer, his smile wicked. 

"A slut is a girl who loves her Daddy… too much. Does my little princess love her Daddy?"

Her nod was frantic, her tiny hands clutching at the sheets.

 "Yes! I—I am Daddy's perfect little slut! I love you so much!"

Alaric rewarded her with another deep and devouring kiss to her tight pink pussy as his tongue lapped up her sweetness before he whispered against her heated skin,

"And I love you too, my precious princess. Forever."

Her moans crescendoed and her fingers tangled in his hair as pleasure overwhelmed her.

But he knew her limits—knew when his delicate flower needed respite.

With one last teasing lick, he pulled away and lifted her effortlessly onto the bed.

She curled on top of him with her small body spent and her breathing soft as sleep claimed her.

Yet as she dozed, his cock still throbbed against her pussy with a silent promise of the corruption yet to come.

Stroking her hair, Alaric knew that this was only the true beginning of his depraved self and his degenerate family.

As the night approached, he woke up his daughter and while she rubbed her eyes droopily and yawned by raising her small white arms, he took the chance and planted two soft kisses on her armpits.

"Daddy~" she sighed, still drowsy.

She shivered, but he then took her in a deep kiss.

After parting with a strand of saliva between them, he gave two soft and teasing licks to her rosy nipples and a final reverent one kiss on the budding pink mound of her pussy and then asked her to wear her bridal finery.

The corset cinched her waist, the garter straps hugging her thighs, the sheer stockings shimmering against her porcelain skin. and then her thin see through and nearly translucent panties that had a sizable heart shaped hole in its middle from which her tight pink pussy gleamed.

It was a perfect lewd decoration for his most cherished being.

Aelara smiled at her Daddy and twirled once on the bed while asking him with a smile as she held her hands behind her back,

"How do I look, Daddy?"

Alaric's gaze darkened with hunger. 

"Just like my perfect little slut," he smiled while tracing a finger along the lace hugging her hips.

She nodded happily and Alaric enjoyed her expression.

He soon took out a short, strapless dress and had her wear it. His daughter now appeared in her full form with her strapless one-piece and her white stockings with the high-heeled blue sandals.

He placed his hands under her armpits and moved her to the ground.

He alighted himself and with a snap of his finger, he was all dressed up again.

Turning to her, he put a finger to his lips and said,

"Remember, princess," he murmured, pressing a finger to her lips. "Our love stays secret. Even from Mommy."

She nodded eagerly with her eyes alight with devotion.

And as they parted ways, Alaric knew that this was only the beginning.