Daughter and Father

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When I opened my eyes, I found my genitals completely wet. Thinking back to the several times I reached ecstasy last night, I blushed with embarrassment. I vaguely remembered being taken so far that I lost control of my bladder, yet I still couldn't stop, and didn't want to stop. I tried to move, wanting to roll over to my side to avoid the wetness, but found I couldn't move. The only sound that escaped my lips was a "waaaah!" Looking around, I saw that I had short arms and legs, clearly the body of a toddler under two years old. And the patch of skin beneath me was clearly from this little brat wetting the bed! What was going on?! It seemed I had transmigrated, and into the body of such a tiny baby. Was it because last night's activity was too vigorous?

With two soft, white arms embraced her, "My little one's awake! Are you hungry, baby? Be good, Daddy's going to feed you." The tender voice, slightly hoarse from waking up, immediately captivated me. I wanted to look up and see what kind of person could utter such a seductive sound, but the next second I was drawn to the sight before me: a nipple the size of a red bean, bright red, with a little clear liquid oozing from its tip… A man, breastfeeding? Is this a matriarchal society?

Before I could think any further, I couldn't resist swallowing the nipple whole. My hands excitedly reached for the smooth skin. So good! I touched and kneaded it. Even in modern society, I, as a woman, had never had such fair and smooth skin. Now, transmigrated into a baby's body, I had such good fortune. I had to touch it a few more times. As my hands moved, my lips and tongue didn't stop either, sucking on the sweet masculine scent. I never imagined male milk could be so delicious. At the same time, his tongue was subtly licking the red tassel.

"Mmm...ah..." An uncontrollable moan escaped my lips. I raised my head, wanting to see the sight of my father making such beautiful sounds, but I was stunned: his long, flowing hair cascaded down his back, and the person before me was no longer human, but a high and mighty immortal, yet tainted by the mortal world with a bewitching aura. The blush on his pale face from the baby's sucking, his dreamy eyes, his slender, arched neck, his smooth, rounded shoulders—more lustrous than the most beautiful white jade in the world—and his two bright red nipples, one swollen and erect like a delicious cherry from sucking, glistening with milk and saliva, trembling with the bewitching moan, while the other pitifully awaited caress. My

once clear eyes, seeing my father's alluring charm, felt my throat go dry. Oh God, I feel like an infant again! But who could resist such alluring charm?! I couldn't wait to see what was below—was it a pink, cylindrical mushroom, or a large, purplish-red penis? But its towering shape was hidden by my underpants. I waved my arms and legs wildly, hoping that Daddy could turn it around for me. "Baby, are you full? Good boy, good boy, what do you want?" Because of my movements, the person beneath me went from a daze to full consciousness. "What's going on? I've never felt this way before. It feels so good. I want more caresses and suckling. I've never felt this way when I breastfed Xin'er before. What's wrong with me? Have I become lewd?" Thinking this, the father's face turned from red to white, and he was immediately drawn to the little person lying on his lap... The naive father didn't know that what he had just done was something that only a very intimate relationship between husband and wife could do. He stared blankly at the little person busy below him, not knowing what was wrong with his body. His lower abdomen had been tight, and his lower body was swollen and painful. It felt as if all the blood had rushed from his head to that thing and then to the red cherry on his chest. His mind was a blur of red and white. He only hoped that hands could caress him more forcefully, or even ravage him. And that fragile flesh hoped that someone could gently and fiercely rub and suck it, so that he could reach the peak of desire. All of this was his own body's natural reaction, beyond his control, and he didn't want to control it.

"Baby, Daddy...did I do something bad to you?" Even in his dazed state, he knew that what had just happened shouldn't have happened between him and his precious child, especially since his child was so small, so soft, so fragrant...that soft flesh still carried the sweet scent of his own milk... "No, I can't...um..." Just thinking about his baby's scent made his already softened flesh seem to stir again.

I looked up at this immortal stained with dust, not wanting to see his pale, indifferent face, only wanting to use the most exquisite love in the world to tarnish his aloofness, to bring him down to earth, never to ascend to heaven again. Besides, how could I give up such a perfect being?! Who cares if he's the father of this body? If I want him, those who stand in my way will die! With this resolute, domineering spirit, I made a silent decision in my heart. Daddy, in this life, you must love me, and you can only love me!!

Blinking my doe-like, watery eyes, I decided to surprise him: "Daddy..." I called out in a sweet voice, with an angelic face (and figure 0_0!!), to my dearest one. "Ah... baby, you spoke! You can call Daddy! Baby! My heart! Daddy's heart! That's wonderful, Daddy is so happy, Daddy has been waiting for this day for a year! You can finally call Daddy..." The disheveled child became incoherent with joy, forgetting to cover up his embarrassing lower body, even dancing excitedly. With the movement of his body, the red tassel on his body and the pink mushroom below swayed gently, as if waiting for more caresses. Even during that passionate lovemaking, my father, so unconcerned about his image, hadn't lost control. All because of that one "Daddy"... I really want to see him moaning beneath me, hearing his heavenly voice, filled with desire, crying out, "My dear, I want... I want... for Daddy... for Daddy..." But this body is only two years old, when will I ever truly be able to enjoy such beauty? Thinking this, I feel a little depressed. I must grow up quickly, strengthen my body, and give Daddy the best life! And while I'm at it, I'll properly train this innocent little one, haha! Thinking this, I keep calling out, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, love, Daddy..." Seeing him so happy, I feel so satisfied, my chest overflowing with joy. Daddy, in this life, I promise you happiness! And of course, sexual happiness too!

From the time I could speak, my father provided me with a comprehensive education. He would often talk to me, perhaps out of loneliness, regardless of whether I understood or not. By piecing together these fragments, I learned that my father was the only child of a business tycoon in the northern capital, and a boy at that. Because my mother misjudged him, she married him off to a ruthless and cold-hearted woman. Apart from their forced lovemaking on their wedding night, she abandoned her, leaving her to fend for herself. Yet, it was on that very night that he conceived a child. As for my father himself, besides being proficient in the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and red robes—typical skills for men—he was also exceptionally skilled in martial arts. He was truly a remarkable man of his time! But because I was overprotected from a young age and became too naive and kind, I ended up in this situation... While trying to act like a two-year-old, I also devoured various documents in my father's study, especially medical ones. My biggest regret in my past life was not becoming a doctor and doing something truly life-saving; instead, I devoted myself to finance, playing the stock market, causing some to rejoice and others to grieve. Besides, studying medicine could also improve my and my father's health. Ultimately, I needed to accept my father's body as soon as possible and make sure he could withstand the manipulation of my heightened desires. Through studying medical texts, I started eating more yin-nourishing foods and also modified our menus. Because my father preferred peace and quiet, aside from the servants doing chores like cleaning the backyard, he prepared all our meals himself. Although I couldn't be too outrageous, I selectively ate, trying to eat more yin-nourishing and kidney-tonifying foods. Over time, my father started cooking those foods more often.

Besides regular meals and fruits, my biggest snack was... my father's breast milk! My father wanted to stop breastfeeding me when he saw me eating easy staple foods with him, but I refused. Every morning and evening, I would suckle at his bright red nipples, and before meals, I would pretend to be extremely hungry and thirsty, wanting milk. Each time, besides suckling and kissing, I would also grope him, teasing him until he was hot and weak. Because of my unique needs, my father's milk nourished me for thirty years.

Besides suckling, my daily routine included seducing my father, using my hands, feet, my vulva, and my lips and tongue to caress him, arouse his desires, and train his body. I wanted to see the wanton heart beneath his innocent exterior, to see him naturally aroused whenever he saw me, satisfying my boundless desires. For this, I used every trick in the book to seduce him, caress him, awaken the dormant desires within him, tease him relentlessly, and finally release him, giving him ultimate satisfaction so that he could never leave me and my body!

The first thing I did was to make my father confront his desires. Because of morning erections, my father's penis would be hard and pointing straight at my pink little butt every morning. At my insistence, my father and I slept naked. Every night, I would hold one of my father's nipples with one hand and his soft penis with the other, and occasionally suck on the other nipple. At first, my father was very uncomfortable with this, but after my crying and tantrums, he acquiesced. Years later, if I didn't hold his penis while sleeping, he would feel very uncomfortable and would always ask me to hold it or to hold it himself. (See the power of subtle influence, like water dripping on a stone? *smirk*) On that very morning, after discovering that the penis in my hand had hardened, I "surprised" widened my eyes and innocently asked my father, "Father, what is this? Before we went to sleep, it was soft and small, pink and tender. Why has it become hard and big, and even purplish-red, in the morning? It's so magical! Why don't I have any on my body? Father, you must have secretly hidden something delicious for me to eat. Father is bad, Father is bad!" Watching his daughter rubbing and kneading his erect penis again, my father's eyes darkened. Finally, reason succumbed to desire. My father said in a hoarse voice, "Father has hidden a different kind of milk. Does my daughter want to drink it?" Father, you're bad! You're actually seducing me to give you oral sex!

"I want to drink, I want to drink Daddy's milk! Daddy, you're so naughty! You hid something delicious from Xin'er!" I exclaimed, mimicking the curious tone of a two- or three-year-old, expressing my dissatisfaction with my father hiding food. My pink lips parted slightly, and my tongue darted out to lick the glans of his penis, just like I used to eat ice cream in my past life. My little tongue licked upwards, leaving glistening traces of moisture. The swollen, purplish-red shaft looked especially lewd under the moisture.

"Ah... baby, yes, that's how you suck, harder, otherwise the milk won't come out, um... Xin'er... you're so good at licking, Daddy wants more... wants more..." The most honest and lewd desires unconsciously escaped my lips, making my heart tremble. My lips returned to the glans, and I opened my mouth as wide as possible, taking the head into my mouth and stroking it from top to bottom. My tongue occasionally probed the small slit on the glans, and I could feel the slit beginning to gush with lustful fluid. "Ah...baby, you suck so well, so good...so good...Daddy feels so good...suck me, suck me, suck me harder..." As he spoke, he even placed his hand on the top of my head, stroking it while pressing down, wanting the penis to enter deeper into my mouth.

"Ugh!" The penis went in too deep, almost reaching my deep throat, and my mouth was forced open to its maximum. I even felt like my lips were about to tear, but I still ignored it and continued to stroke and lick along with Daddy's movements. My hands were not idle either, kneading the shaft while stroking the testicles under the penis, my eyes still staring at Daddy without blinking.

I heard "plop, plop" sounds coming from the point where my tongue and penis met, and some suspicious liquid, whether it was Daddy's penis secretion or my saliva, slid down from the corner of my mouth, wetting a small patch of the bed. The man before him groaned weakly, "Mmm...ah...mmm...so good, so comfortable, baby sucks so well, I want more...give my heart to Daddy, give it to Daddy, ah..." He groaned uncontrollably, kneading his swollen breasts. Milk seeped from his nipples with each restless kneading. His mouth was slightly open, his eyes glazed, saliva dripping onto the pillow, creating an intimate, wet patch. Waves of electricity surged from the small mouth sucking at his crotch, from the breasts he was kneading, throughout his body, finally converging on his erect penis, growing harder and tighter.

Fueled by a deep sense of guilt, his excitement intensified, his blood boiled, desire threatened to engulf him. His manhood, a place a man should be ashamed to touch, was already hard as iron—no, harder than iron, smoother than satin, more resilient than bamboo! He wanted more, faster, deeper, he wanted to reach the ultimate paradise! With my movements, his penis bounced a few times, as if dissatisfied with my actions. I stopped licking and looked at it curiously. My father's purple shaft was covered with blue veins, looking somewhat ferocious, yet possessing an alluring charm that tempted me. "Baby?" As if displeased that I had stopped, my father opened his large, watery eyes and looked at me with a pitiful expression, almost on the verge of tears.

I understood the pain of having my desire interrupted, so I quickly lowered my head and continued. Soon, my father closed his eyes in ecstasy again. His precious thing was comforting his large penis with his pink lips and tongue, and those lips and tongue, that small body, that every hair, all came from his body—his blood, his flesh, his heart. His precious thing was eating him there! His most secret place!

"Oh...ah..." Just thinking about it sent waves of ecstatic pleasure through her body, making her tense up. Her ten pink toes curled upwards, and she unconsciously thrust her alluring, narrow waist upwards. She pressed her darling's head down with one hand, arching her hips upwards, pumping rapidly! Thrusting! Fucking! With each frenzied thrust, her penis was almost completely inside her, even trying to shove in her testicles. Regardless of whether her little one could withstand the constant thrusting, she unconsciously wanted to pound her, to pound her to death!!

His other hand kneaded my beloved daughter's smooth, naked body, rubbing it vigorously as his desire surged. He was unaware that my body was already red and sore from his caresses. His lower body continued to thrust rapidly, imagining my little mouth as a woman's mysterious vagina, pumping even faster and more violently. "Baby... Daddy feels so good, faster, faster... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Oh!!" With a clear whistle, accompanied by dozens of rapid thrusts, he couldn't help but shout.

"Ah... Ah... I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum for you... I'm going to cum for Daddy's heart... Ah..." With a hoarse moan, Daddy pressed my head down, ejaculating streams of his semen, which smelled strongly of musk, into my esophagus. My tense body went limp as his desire erupted. I instinctively swallowed the thick semen in my mouth, but because I ejaculated too much, some of it came out with the softened flesh from the corners of my mouth, leaving white spots on my father's thick forest of flesh, obscene yet deadly alluring.

A blush crept onto Father's cheeks. Looking at the lewd scene before him, Father blushed with embarrassment. He lightly brushed the semen from the corner of my mouth with his finger, putting on a dignified and proper expression, and said, "My dear, how is it? Does Father's milk taste good?" As he spoke, he put his semen-covered finger into my mouth, hooking it around my little tongue and thrusting it in and out of my mouth, just like the way his penis had been thrusting in and out. After I licked the semen off his finger, he brought his mouth to my lips, sticking out his pink tongue to lick and kiss my lips, sucking and making smacking sounds. He would also occasionally nibble at my lips with his teeth, and even stick his tongue into my mouth, hooking it around my tongue, tasting my taste, his taste.

"It's delicious, Daddy! I want to eat it every day from now on! I want to eat not only that sweet milk from Daddy, but also this milk from Nanbang Kingdom. But it's so hard to get milk from Nanbang Kingdom! My mouth hurts from sucking so much..." She looked at her father with a pitiful expression. Daddy looked down at his daughter, whose lips were slightly torn, her large, pitiful eyes seeming to accuse him of her dissatisfaction. His daughter's body was covered in red and purple welts from his caresses. Indeed, he hadn't been gentle enough; his daughter was still so young... Unable to suppress his bitterness, Daddy hugged her tightly. He heard her continue, "Daddy, you have to keep feeding me, okay? Even though it hurts, I love it so much..."

"Okay, as long as you like it, Daddy will feed you milk every day."

[The End]

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