Chapter 48. Princess smells. R-18. ♥
Victoria’s room was just like her, clean and organized with a few personal items scattered about. A row of perfume bottles on her dresser, all unopened. He teleported there with her, appearing next to her bed and then going to her dresser to take out a red hairdryer.
She sat happily on her bed, on the thick comforter with her legs dangling off the bed. The comforter was thick and white, the kind that swallowed you.
The hairdryer turned on in his hands.
His daughters had their own bathrooms and she had just finished a shower so her body was warm and the air around her was filled with steam, making the room humid.
He plugged the machine in and moved behind her, putting her on his lap, her body fitting on his thighs, his crotch near her butt.
His hand went through her black hair, feeling some knots and tangles. The brush in her bathroom cabinet teleported to his free hand as he started to gently brush her hair.
She relaxed immediately. Her eyes closing as his fingers touched her scalp and untangled her locks.
The feeling of her on his lap and his fingers brushing through her hair was pleasant. The whirring sound of the hairdryer filled the quiet room.
With one hand he held the dryer and the other gently brushed. The hair was drying slowly, his hands felt her scalp, massaging it. Her soft breathing was soothing to his ears and she smelled of the same shampoo Liz used.
Vic tried to lean more into his touch. But he made her sit up straight so he could continue drying her hair.
“So about your shampoo. Don’t you want a specific scent of your own?” he teased her, a small smile on his face as his voice was almost drowned out by the hairdryer.
“What is wrong with using the same shampoo as mom?” She pouted.
He laughed, the sound coming from his chest, her eyes opened and she looked up at him.
“Do you not like it papa?” Her violet eyes were filled with genuine confusion. She read that smell and taste can trigger strong memories and emotions. Vic was right about that.
His heart ached at the sight of her cute face. He needed to squish those cheeks.
“I do of course. You smell nice but you shouldn’t smell like your mom,” he explained and finally turned the hairdryer off. It disappeared from his hand.
Victoria puffed out her cheeks.
“What should I smell like then?” she asked. The brush continued its movements through her hair.
He thought about it for a moment. He could smell Kathy from across the house. Her scent was a strong strawberry that was unique to her. So Vic needed something like that.
“Do you know what smells good on you?” He said. She shook her head with a smile waiting for his suggestion.
“Why don’t we go buy a few different perfumes and shampoo scents tomorrow and see what you like?” he offered.
Of course Vic would jump at the opportunity to spend time with him and go shopping. She was so easy to read when it came to this.
She turned around and kissed him. A big kiss that tasted a bit sweet. His hand moved down to her hip to hold her steady.
Her bathrobe was slipping off her shoulder.
He broke the kiss, licking his lips to taste her again, looking at her breast that was almost out in the open. A flush covered his face.
Victoria noticed where his eyes were and she smirked. She grabbed his hand and put it on the top of her boob.
Her body heat radiated through her skin to his hand. His heart started beating fast. He fondled her breast, squeezing the flesh gently. Vic moaned.
Her moans were a delight to his ear.
“Papa you’re hard,” she whispered. His member was poking at her butt from under his clothes.
A small smile appeared on his lips as he leaned in to kiss her again. One kiss then two. He sucked on her bottom lip, biting it a little before pulling away.
A trail of saliva connected their lips. His hand still on her breast, rubbing the sensitive nipple with his thumb.
She pushed him to the bed and laid on top of him, her lips on his again. His hands went to her butt to push her core against him.
“Nhn~” she moaned into his mouth and then she licked his tongue, playing with it like candy. Their breathing became erratic and she started to grind her crotch on his.
He could feel her wetness against his hard member even through his pants and her bathrobe.
“Do you want me to make you feel good?” he asked between the kisses.
Vic nodded, her breathing was getting heavier. She wanted him to help her feel this pleasure.
Silas rolled her over and she landed on the soft bed, her head on her pink pillow, her black hair spread on it like a dark halo. The light outside had faded more, turning the sky orange with the setting sun.
Her bathrobe was loose and opened, revealing her beautiful naked body.
His eyes took in her pink nipples and the smooth skin of her chest. She didn’t have big breasts like her mother, but they were perfect to him. Perfect for his princess.
Her legs were squeezed together and he moved his head between them. The smell of sweet arousal hit him as he took her thighs and separated them. A gasp from Victoria and her cheeks were flushed with the excitement.
Her little clit was swollen, her pink folds were inviting him, the moisture was visible and she was a work of art.
With one last look at her face, seeing her bite her lip, he moved to taste her.
His tongue licked the little nub, her entire body trembled. He rolled it around with his tongue and then sucked on it. Victoria’s hands immediately went to his hair, grabbing him.
“Papa~” her breathy voice sounded so good in his ears. She moaned and he sucked her clit again, his tongue poking at the sensitive little pearl. “Ahnn please~”
Her legs locked around his head as he pushed his tongue inside her warm wet entrance. Her juices coated his lips and she tasted divine. Sweet and warm.
Silas didn’t need air, but he pulled back to see her panting face. She looked at him, her eyes glazed. Her breasts were going up and down with each breath she took.
She looked so beautiful like this.
Then he went down again. His hands wrapped around her thighs, keeping her from escaping, his tongue moving inside her tight walls. He rubbed his nose on her clit as he ate her out.
“Papa~ more...I feel something,” Victoria moaned and her back arched. Her hand gripped his hair tighter. The room was filled with the lewd slurping sounds of his tongue working and her moans.
She tasted so good.
It wasn’t long before a tremor went through her body and her walls squeezed his tongue, a wetness gushing out of her. Her body convulsed and shook. Her hands let go of him, relaxing on the sheets.
A smile was on his face. She came.
He pulled back, seeing the satisfied expression on her face and her half closed eyes. Cleaning her juices from his chin, he licked his fingers.
“Are you satisfied, princess?” Silas asked. She hummed, still not completely coherent. He kissed her cheek, pulling her bathrobe back on her body and covering her nakedness.
Then he pulled her to his chest in a spooning position and hugged her tight.
Victoria turned to him, her eyes focusing on his face.
“Did you find a castle yet?” she mumbled, her lips touching his neck.
He sighed and rubbed her head. Victoria had an obsession with castles and wanted to have a date there with him and lose her virginity on one of those giant beds in a princess tower.
The princess tower in her fantasy.
It was cute.
“Not yet princess, I couldn’t find one that fit your vision,” he replied and kissed her forehead, his other hand pulling the blanket over her shoulders.
A yawn escaped her and he knew she would fall asleep in his arms soon.
“And what is papa doing about it?” she said, her eyes closing.
His eyes focused on the window, the darkness of night creeping into her room. He pulled her tighter.
“Building one of course.” The only way to get what she wanted was to build it from scratch.
She nodded with a hum and her breathing evened out, her face in his neck.
Her warmth lulled him into a sense of peace.
His hand rubbed her back in a soothing pattern and he felt her drift off to sleep. He opened a spatial portal to his and Liz’s room, showing the sight of their sleeping daughter.
The room beyond was dark except for Liz's bedside lamp as she was reading a book but as soon as she noticed Liz's covered her face with her hand and then gave him a thumbs up like a proud co-conspirator.
“A satisfied daughter is a good daughter,” she mouthed to him.
His chuckle was silent and he closed the portal, kissing the top of Vic’s head.