Retired S-rank father becomes a teacher

Silas hadn't expected Victoria to ambush him right then and there. He still had a few deliberate flaws he wanted to show her in the castle; his princess needed to learn to tolerate imperfection in the small details. Liz had told him to use this castle as a small exposure therapy. Naturally he thought Victoria was perfect as she was but his wife had a good point and if Victoria had asked to fix everything, he would have. She didn't.

Instead she took over his lap, her thighs pressing down on him as she seized his collar and smashed their lips together. Hungrily, she kissed him. Her tongue invaded his mouth, exploring every corner of it. Her fingers dug into the skin of his neck, nails scratching it and he moaned against her lips, her cherry lip gloss staining his own.

His hand trailed up her leg and under her dress. The soft, bare skin of her ass was in his hand and he squeezed it firmly. She moaned. The sound was heavenly; he had heard it everytime she offered her bare ass to him. This was different though.

"Papa~" She pulled away from the kiss, her breathing quick as she grinded against him. The hard bulge in his pants was clear. He moved his other hand to the zipper of her dress and slowly, teasingly dragged it down while kissing her neck, sucking on her soft flesh and leaving red marks behind.

"Hurry." Her fingers dug into his shoulders. He was about to ask what the rush was when he remembered: this was the moment she'd been waiting for. The day he would truly cross the line of father and daughter.

Heat flushed through him.

His lips moved to her collarbone and the dress slid down her body, the lace revealing more of her pale skin. She lifted her arms, helping him get rid of the dress completely. Two perfect, round breasts were in front of him, nipples erect and waiting for him.

"Patience, princess," he murmured. His mouth latched onto one of her pink buds and his fingers pinched the other, making her arch her back and gasp. Her wetness stained his pants as she kept rubbing on him. A smile tugged on his lips.

Victoria shook her head rapidly. "No. I can't wait anymore." Lust flared in her violet eyes and she pushed off him, standing up on shaky legs. "Lay down." She pointed to the stained carpet, her finger trembling slightly. The small bush above her glistening pussy was wet. He obeyed, shed his clothes and laid down. His cock was fully hard, the veins popping out as she stared at it.

She gulped. He waited for her. Victoria straddled his hips and his length twitched in anticipation. The wetness of her slit was on the tip of his cock and she rubbed herself on him, coating him in her slick juices while biting her lip with her eyes closed and heavy, panting breaths as if she was imagining it.

It made his own breath heavier. His hands were on her thighs but he waited. He watched her stare at the fallen silver chalice with red liquid slowly dripping down onto the carpet. His princess needed to be the one to claim him even if that meant teasing his tip for agonizing minutes with her hot pussy lips. His fingers dug into her soft skin.

She finally opened her eyes and looked at him. Violet met violet. Her hips sank, and the tip pressed against her entrance, ready to finally enter his precious daughter. The thick head vanished into her heat. A loud, shattered gasp filled the room and her hands grabbed his shoulders for support as she lowered herself inch by inch, stretching herself completely to take his whole, girthy length inside of her.

Her head fell on his chest, her breathing ragged. She stared at him. The biggest, happiest smile on her face and her eyes were glassy, full of tears.

He couldn't resist kissing her forehead. This was his little princess and they were connected. One. She inhaled deeply and said, "I love you, papa." The tears spilled out of her eyes. His own eyes were wet, a few tears escaping his violet irises, falling onto the blue carpet. She kissed his tears away, her lips moving against his wet cheeks. His hands stroked her back, tracing the soft curve of her spine.

Then she moved. She was slow at first, grimacing as her tight walls clenched around his shaft. Her pace was awkward, inexperienced. He let her get used to the feeling before helping her, guiding her movements. She threw her head back and moaned. Black hair stuck to her sweaty forehead and her chest rose and fell with each deep thrust. His hips snapped up. A scream escaped her lips as he hit the spot deep inside her that made her body shudder.

She looked at him, panting heavily.

"Papa, I'm gonna—" her words cut off as she shuddered on top of him, her tight walls gripping him and pulsing around his cock. Her orgasm was clear as her juices gushed out, covering him. He kept going, pleasuring her as she cried out, overstimulated from her very first time. Scooping her up by her plush thighs, he stood up without breaking the connection and strode towards the nearest wall, just next to the roaring fireplace. The heat paled in comparison to her inner walls.

His daughter held on to him for dear life as he pinned her back against the cold stone.

"Princess, I love you too." He growled in her ear, his thrusts getting harder, deeper and faster, reaching her deepest parts. Her elbow anchored on the stone. She wrapped her legs around his hips and moved with him.

With long, wet strokes, he drove into her core again and again, the filthy slap of skin on wet skin filling the room along with Victoria's high-pitched moans.

His heart pounded against his ribcage. The pressure in his lower belly grew stronger, inevitable. Victoria had her eyes closed and her mouth open, drool slipping out as she felt him harden, his tip bulging and kissing the entrance to her womb, the sensitive skin making her folds clamp down on him. Her toes curled and she gripped his shoulder tightly.

"Papa~ inside me." She pleaded. Her glossy eyes met his, a desperate, primal look to carry his child, to be a mother.

He was about to say no. He should have refused. She still had so much of life to live before getting pregnant, but the raw submission in her gaze broke his resolve and he nodded, burying his face into the crook of her neck as his hips stilled. His shaft twitched. Thick, scalding cum spurted out of him, claiming her precious, sacred womb and filling her to the brim, sticky strings leaking out of her hole, onto the blue, wine-stained carpet.

The two of them panted heavily. Victoria held him tightly, her head resting on his shoulder and her legs shaking. "Papa." She repeated. Again and again. He listened to her chant his name until it turned into a whisper. He gently pulled out of her. His white seed flowed out of her, running down her milky thighs and pooled under her, dirtying black stone.

He carresed her cheek, kissing her swollen lips softly.

"How was your first time?" He asked with a smile. She blushed and hid her face against his neck. Victoria had wanted a perfect first time, a perfect castle to lose her virginity to him and she was so set on that, but the castle had many flaws and the carpet was now a mess. She sniffled. Her shoulders shook.

"I won't forget it." Her voice was soft, her words quiet and honest. Silas kissed her head.

"Neither will I." He would always remember this moment with his princess.

"Again!" she suddenly said, pushing herself away from his neck. "In the Tower this time," she demanded, pointing towards the door that led to their destination. He chuckled. Of course she would still want to follow the plan even after all that.

"As you wish, my princess."

He grabbed her legs, lifted her up and carried her like a princess towards the door. Her giggles filled the stone spiral staircase. His heart was full.