Transmigrated Daddy of the Hentai World

Anna slumped heavily against the cold marble wall, chest heaving. Her heavy tan breasts rose and fell in deep, shaky waves, the soft flesh still quivering. Full-body shudders kept rippling through her — aftershocks from the orgasm her daddy’s tongue had ripped out of her so easily and completely.

Her eyes stayed half-lidded and unfocused as a single clear thought cut through the warm haze.

She had tried so many times to finger-fuck herself into squirting. Nights spent with three, four fingers buried knuckle-deep, curling and rubbing until her wrist burned and her sheets were soaked. It had never felt like this. Never this intense. Never this filthy and easy. One short, greedy session with her daddy’s thick, wet tongue and she had become a trembling, cum-flooding mess who poured straight into his mouth without resistance.

For a single breath, sharp jealousy toward her mother flickered hot in her chest. Angela got this man every night. She got to feel that tongue, that cock, that complete worship whenever she wanted. The thought made Anna’s freshly eaten cunt give a weak, envious throb, pushing out another small bead of cream.

Her body slowly relaxed as her thoughts spiraled into a warm, hazy dream. She thought it was over. In her post-orgasmic fog her mind had already registered the familiar pattern: she came once, therefore the session was finished. That was how it always worked when she touched herself.

She completely forgot that it was not her own fingers inside her today.

It was Daddy.

And the thick flood of cum she had poured into his mouth had not put out his fire. It had worked like pure gasoline. The blaze in his eyes only grew hotter, darker, and more predatory.

Daniel’s gaze stayed locked on the two holes in front of him. He squeezed her fat, jiggling ass cheeks hard, watching the soft tan flesh spill and bulge between his fingers like warm dough.

"Ahhhngg~!" Anna whimpered at the rough, possessive grip.

Those holes looked so juicy, so creamy, so freshly ruined by his tongue. The pink of her cunt was still slightly open and glistening, strings of her own cum and his saliva stretching between the folds. He wanted to plunge his twitching, aching, leaking cock into both holes at once — stretching her virgin cunt and her tight little asshole together, flooding them with blood and thick seed until she was nothing more than a trembling, broken lump of flesh with his dick still buried deep inside. The urge was so strong his cock slapped wetly against his stomach again, leaving another smear of precum.

But he forced the beast back down.

Today was her day.

Today was Anna’s day.

He would make this so special, so unforgettably filthy, that even when she eventually pushed her hundredth child out of this same cunt, she would still remember the exact night her daddy took her virginity and ruined her forever.

Anna’s ass wiggled weakly in his hands, still shuddering with aftershocks. In a hazy, dull, almost dreamy voice she muttered—

"I was just washing my pussy, Daddy... I swear I wasn’t masturbating..."

In her post-orgasmic haze she was desperately trying to defend whatever innocent image she still had left in his mind.

The transparent little lie only made Daniel’s smirk stretch into something dark and wicked.

"So you were just washing, my dear?" he asked softly, almost kindly, while his thumbs kept spreading her cheeks.

Anna’s heart fluttered with silly relief. He believed her. Her daddy was so naive. A thrilled, hopeful happiness bloomed in her chest.

Then his next words turned that happiness into pure, helpless dread.

"Then I’m sorry about the mess I made inside you."

He leaned closer, voice dropping into a low, dark, playful growl that vibrated against her wet skin.

"Now you have to wash your insides again, don’t you?"

Anna’s body shuddered hard. She opened her mouth to protest—

"No—Dadd—!"

—but Daniel was already moving.

He grabbed the abandoned hand shower from the floor, twisted the water on full force, and without any warning pressed the silver head directly against her open, cum-smeared cunt and blasted a strong, freezing jet straight into her sensitive hole.

"AHHHH—!"

The sudden invasion of ice-cold water forced deep into her freshly eaten, oversensitive cunt made Anna scream. Her back arched violently. Her hands slapped against the marble for support as her knees nearly buckled again.

Daniel ignored the scream completely. He adjusted the spray so the strongest, most focused stream shot directly into her entrance, flushing her insides with ruthless, thorough force. Clear water mixed with the thick remnants of her orgasm and his saliva and poured back out of her in messy, continuous, creamy streams that ran down her inner thighs and dripped loudly onto the tiles.

"Daddy’s just helping you clean," he said, voice almost gentle even as he pushed the shower head harder against her open hole.

"You said you were washing, right? Then we have to make sure every little fold inside is nice and clean for me."

He pushed two thick fingers into her alongside the relentless water jet.

Anna’s moan broke into a wet, broken sob.

"Ahhh—! Daddy—! It’s too deep—! The water—! Your fingers—!"

Daniel curled his fingers and began slowly, deliberately pumping them in and out while the cold jet continued to blast inside her. He scissored his fingers open, stretching her tight virgin walls, letting the freezing water reach every soft, hidden, creamy fold. The wet, filthy sounds of water and thick fingers fucking her open filled the bathroom again — loud, obscene, and continuous.

SSSHH—! SCHLICK—! SCHLICK—!SCHLICK—! SQUELCH—!

He added a third finger without mercy.

Anna’s knees trembled violently. Her heavy tan breasts dragged up and down the cold marble with every shaky breath, nipples hard as diamonds. Creamy, diluted water poured out around his fingers in thick, continuous rivulets that ran all the way to her ankles.

"Still dirty in here," Daniel murmured, almost to himself, eyes locked on the way her hole stretched around his fingers and the shower head. He pushed the jet tighter against her and forced the spray even deeper while his three fingers rubbed, stretched, and cleaned every inch of her inner walls with filthy thoroughness. "Daddy has to be very thorough... can’t leave any of that sweet cum inside my daughter’s pretty little cunt, can I?"

Anna could only moan and shake her head weakly, tears of pure overstimulation already spilling down her cheeks. Every cold, pulsing blast of water against her most sensitive places made her hips jerk helplessly. Every slow curl of his thick fingers dragged another broken, slutty "Daddy—" out of her throat.

He kept going.

Long, slow, deliberate strokes of his fingers combined with the relentless, freezing water jet. He cleaned the front wall, the back wall, the soft ridges near her entrance, and then pushed deeper as if trying to flush her womb itself. Anna’s moans turned continuous — high, wet, helpless, broken sounds that bounced off the tiles and mixed with the wet filth of water and fingers.

"Daddy... ahhh... it’s too much... I’m clean... I’m clean already... ahhh—! Please—!"

Daniel only chuckled darkly and kept washing her, twisting his fingers and angling the jet to hit every sensitive spot he had already mapped with his tongue.

Minutes stretched into pure, overstimulating torment. Her legs shook harder and harder.

The cold water and thick fingers working together built the sensation until her vision started to blur at the edges. Her cunt clenched weakly around the invasion, trying to push them out even as more clear, creamy fluid spilled down her thighs in continuous streams.

Finally her knees gave out completely.

Her body sagged. Her fat, wet, freshly cleaned ass dropped straight toward Daniel’s waiting face.

In the last possible second he dropped the shower head, shot both hands up, and grabbed the thickest, softest part of her thighs, catching her full weight before she could collapse onto him. Her dripping, thoroughly washed cunt hovered only inches from his mouth again, still twitching, gaping slightly, and leaking watery juices onto his chin in slow, sticky drops.

Anna hung there, trembling violently, half-suspended by her daddy’s strong hands, completely unable to stand on her own. Her heavy breasts hung down, nipples brushing the cool air. Her face was flushed, tear-streaked, and completely wrecked.

Daniel looked up at the panting, overstimulated, thoroughly cleaned mess of his daughter and smiled — dark, satisfied, and full of filthy promise.

"There," he said softly, still holding her thighs open so he could admire his work. "Now you’re properly clean... for now."