Retired S-rank father becomes a teacher

The tower had a lot of steps. Silas counted two hundred and forty-three on his way up, carrying Victoria bridal style. The stairs were black marble, just like the rest of the castle, but they had a gold banister that made them look less plain. Cold air hit their naked bodies and goosebumps appeared on Victoria's soft skin.

But the smile on her lips was keeping her warm enough and she'd already returned to her princess state. Her arms looped around his neck and her eyes were sparkling.

"Papa" she started, her voice sweet. His steps didn't falter. He waited for her to continue, knowing very well that she would ask it anyway. "Is the tower room also imperfect?" The tone was slightly bitter, a small pout on her face as she stared at him with her big eyes.

He kissed her temple and asked, "Do you want it to be?" Her pout deepened.

"Of course not!" she protested, hitting his chest with her fist weakly. "If a princess doesn't get her perfect castle then what does she get?" She crossed her arms, pushing her breasts together.

Silas hummed. His foot stepped onto the last step as mana gathered in his core before expanding outwards to the room in front of them.

"Well then, my princess." His hands held her as he made her stand on her feet. She stared up at the door, her lips slightly parted, a hint of nerves in her posture. "Go ahead and see." He gestured to the knob.

His princess was still. A second later her shoulders straightened, her smile turned confident and she pushed the door open, stepping into the room first. Her posture was elegant and her back straight, a true princess in her element. Silas had to stifle the urge to pinch her cute, round butt. But he held back and followed her into the room.

Victoria gasped and put her hand over her mouth. Her eyes scanned the room, the wide-open space with windows that showed the beautiful view of the ocean below. It was exactly how she imagined it. Every little detail was perfect—the king-sized bed, the canopy that was white and black lace. The dresser with the silver mirror.

She moved to the mirror and studied herself, the love bites he had marked her with stood out against her pale skin, her hair was a mess from their previous escapade and she was completely nude.

Moving behind her, he wrapped his hand around her waist. Silas rested his head on her slender shoulder. His other hand found her cheek. Her breath slowed as he rubbed her skin, his finger slightly cold, tracing her jawline before stopping in front of her soft, plump lips.

She parted them slowly, sucking his finger in. His dick hardened at the sight, digging into her plush ass. Victoria stared at him in the silver glass, her violet eyes holding his gaze as her fleshy tongue swirled greedily around his digit, coating it in her stringy saliva.

"Princess," he whispered against her neck and she shuddered. "You're perfect," he praised her, pulling his finger out of her warm mouth.

Her face was red but her smile was wide. Then she turned around, facing him, their chests touching. "I have a gift for you, my prince." Her hands grabbed his, and she guided him to the bed. The canopy felt soft under his fingers.

Victoria pushed firmly against his shoulders, forcing him flat on his back as his weight sank deep into the plush mattress. Standing at the foot of the bed, his naked princess grinned down at him.

"What is it?" he asked. He already had a feeling but it wouldn't hurt to hear her say it. Her hands went to her flat stomach, caressing it before they moved down to her pussy, spreading her lips. He could see his seed slowly leak out of her. Taking a deep breath, she gathered the strings with her finger, holding it in front of her like a trophy and he knew exactly what she wanted; she had told him so before as a throwaway joke but his little princess would never let something like that go.

Victoria crawled onto the bed and her fingernails scraped against his stomach, leaving red trails. She stopped when she reached his erect member, which was still covered in her juices, and rubbed his tip with the pad of her finger.

"Do you remember how many children I asked for?" Her eyes held a dangerous glint. She wrapped her entire hand around his length, squeezing him as she started to stroke him. The pressure was tight but it felt amazing.

"I remember princess." His breath hitched as he watched her pump his dick slowly, spitting on the head and spreading her slick saliva.

He gripped the sheets tightly. Her tongue licked the precum off his tip before she sucked him into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down and her hair formed a halo around her face. Victoria hollowed her cheeks and hummed around him. He was getting closer to the edge.

"Three. You wanted three." He panted, his hips lifting up slightly. She needed to one up Liz, he knew that and he loved her for it but triplets seemed a bit too much. He tried to say something but her tongue was teasing his slit and he groaned, throwing his head back. "Ah princess," he moaned. His orgasm was close, his balls tightening.

Then she stopped. Her mouth left his cock with a loud pop and she looked at him, her expression serious. "Triplets." Her voice was firm and unwavering.

He swallowed hard. Her breath grew closer to his face as she hovered over him, the wet tip of his dick rubbing against her entrance teasingly, and she bit his earlobe, nibbling on it. The air turned thick and hot. Victoria was holding him hostage; his daughter was going to make him breed her again until she got her triplets.

"Papa won't deny his princess what she wants, right?" Her voice was honey in his ear, her wetness coating his shaft, her thick, heady scent surrounding him.

A chuckle left his lips. Of course he couldn't deny her. Her fingers caressed his chest, the sharp nails tracing patterns as she sat on him fully. He wasn't sure if Liz was ready to be an actual grandmother.

"Maybe we should take this slowly," he tried to bargain with her but Victoria just rolled her hips. His member found her tight, wet hole and slipped in easily. She made sure he was seated all the way in her warmth before clenching down, a smirk on her face. His back arched.

"No." The single word held so much conviction. She lifted herself up, leaving only the head inside of her and slammed back down on him, taking every inch again. "Papa will give me triplets today."

A gulp escaped him. The heavy wooden headboard slammed rhythmically against the stone tower wall. His perfect pristine princess was entirely feral now as she violently bounced on his member, her wild pace driving his length deeper into her soaked channel.

She plunged her tongue into his mouth with raw, unrestrained passion. Silas's own control was gone; he could feel the tight knot of pressure building in his lower back.

Victoria moaned into him. His hands grabbed her waist, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh as he guided her to ride him harder. She was close to coming again and he wasn't far behind.

"Papa," she hung her head low, her forehead resting on his chest. Her ass was bouncing against him with a loud slapping sound and he watched her plump butt jiggle with every thrust. "You won't deny me, right?"

His breath was shallow. She wanted to hear him say it, to reassure herself that her every wish would be granted, that his hardening glans inside her meant he was ready to claim her womb again.

The sheets under him were wet. Stained. The entire canopy of the bed was shaking. Her tight walls were gripping him, pulling him deeper, welcoming his seed into her once again.

A short, sharp breath escaped his lips. His heart beat wildly, the pleasure becoming overwhelming.

"Never." His hands moved to hold her down on him, pressing her body flat against his, her breasts squished against his chest. Her eyes fluttered shut, a smile on her lips. She kept whispering. Incomphresible and broken. A small soft kiss on his pecs followed. He came with a rough groan.

Thick, scalding cum erupted deep within her, aggresively claiming her inner castle. Victoria gasped. Her legs twitched uncontrollably and her pussy squeezed every drop out of him, milking his shaft with every pulse. She was shaking in his arms, panting and nuzzling her head on his chest. Tears fell from her eyes.

"I'm...I'm so happy," she cried and hiccuped.

His arms wrapped around her tightly. He was still inside her, softening slowly, but neither of them cared.

"I love you so much." He kissed her head and rubbed her back soothingly. His little princess was tired now that she got what she wanted. She sniffled and mumbled something before falling asleep on top of him, exhausted.