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[cangdian]

Cangdian smiles and she shakes her head and comes to kneel at the table where the tea is steeping and instead of across from where her father always sits she kneels to his side.

"There is nothing else I need to do but be here."

She's softest when she's around her father. With everyone else there's a 10 foot wall around her, a constant fight, training with every weapon until she's covered in bruises and can barely move. She struggles for dominance, to make sure people fear her.

It leaves her lonely often and the only people she trusts are family.

But she is a daddy's girl and walls come down when they're alone and smiles come easier. He knows how strong she is, she doesn't have to prove it to him.

[yunmeng_patriarch]

Oh she is strong. And she has her grandmother's temper and her aunt's hidden steel. She is a force to be reckoned with. And he knows she must shine brightly, too. He's wistful and proud at the same time.

"You are too kind to your father, my daughter." He reaches out, brushing his knuckles to her cheek. As the movement continues, his hand moves to cover hers, squeezing lightly. He should have had fruit brought out. "Too kind and too beautiful to be wasted here."

[cangdian]

"Do not say things like that," Cangdian chides him, having leaned into his affection but she smacks his hand lightly with her free one without pulling the other away from him. She shifts shortly after to check the tea and satisfied with it she starts to pour some for the other.

"This is where I belong, Baba. And I'm hardly kind."

She's fair and just but kindness is a weakness she affords with very few.

[yunmeng_patriarch]

"You humor your father. That is the sacrifice of martyrs." He has to tease just a little bit. The tea is presented and he takes the moment to enjoy the warmth of the cup and the aroma that waifts up with the steam.

"How many new bruises to you have this week to cover the old ones?" He knows how hard she trains. He's watched her.

[cangdian]

Cangdian rolls her eyes and she shifts back a little. She doesn't bother with tea for herself. She doesn't want any.

"If I kept count of my bruises I would have no time for anything else."

[yunmeng_patriarch]

So much like her father. He just smiles and then chucks her chin because he can.

"And you take care of them, yes?"

[cangdian]

Cangdian smiles and waves away his hand.

"They heal with time," she says simply. Some take longer than others. "Are you so concerned? Should I let you examine them?"

[yunmeng_patriarch]

He frowns slightly at her initial response. "You can use your core to speed the process up. You know that?" Yes, he was concerned. But the offer she posed sent a flash of heat right through him. For a minute, he had to sit there while he tried to sort out what had happened and why before he answered.

"I trust you," he finally responded, a little more withdrawn than before.

[cangdian]

Cangdian notices the shift in her father and she tilts her head thoughtfully. "I don't want to use my core to do that. They're minor for the most part," the more serious injuries she gets she does pay more careful attention to. She shifts, pulling her robe off of one shoulder and it drops dangerously low as she shows him a bruise despite his answer of trust. There's a rather deep dark one under her collar bone.

"See, minor."

[yunmeng_patriarch]

He has to hold his breath when she does that. Wanyin's eyes are glued to her skin and he pauses as he examines the bruise. "It's good practise."

He has no idea what compels him but he reaches out to gently thumb the bruise, his eyes softening at the sight. "You work so hard." And her skin is silk soft. He lets his thumb run along her collarbone before he realizes what he's doing and startles back with a small jerk.

[cangdian]

Cangdian is often more perceptive than her father had been during his youth. She observes the way he looks, the way he touches, the shift in the feeling of the touch as it ran along her collarbone. It sent a shiver through her and she felt her nipples tightening slightly. She subtly lets the robe fall lower as he jerked back, a bit of her nipple exposed and the small swell of her breast.

"Baba...can I help you forget what's been on your mind tonight?"

[yunmeng_patriarch]

His eyes zeroed in on the areola just staring right back at him. What the hell was ... Wanyin's eyes looked back up at her. His mouth opened, then shut, then...

"Cangdian??"

He's too much in shock to say anything, to tell her to stop and... Those quiet whispers of how sweet and alluring she looks makes him wet his lips. He can't help but agree. Maybe a small part of him, knowing that to trust anyone other than his closest people was to sign his death warrant. And he definitely does not want to do that. Not when his daughter is right before him, needing him.

[cangdian]

Cangdian smiles and she's not shy about her body. She's far from a virgin after all. She shrugs the robe the rest of the way down so it bunches at her waist, shifting forward and then straddling the Wanyin's lap. Her breath is a little uneven. It's wrong in a lot of ways, sure, but it could be a secret and if she can offer her father comfort of any sort she would.

"It's okay," she says softly, reaching for one of his hands and bringing it to one of her breasts. The nipples were drawing tauter exposed to the air, with the fact that there's a low burning start of arousal.

[yunmeng_patriarch]

The weight of her in his lap punches the air out of him. None of it was okay. But he couldn't- he needed to...

His hand met her skin again and the fire lights in his eyes. It's been too long. Flicking his eyes back up to her as he shifts his position and leans forward. Just this one time, he tells himself.

The hand on her breast tightens slightly as his mouth closes over the other, suckling for a moment before he uses his teeth to pinch the nub to complete hardness. His fingers tease the other while his other arm slides around her waist to keep her close.

[cangdian]

Cangdian inhales a bit sharply as he shifts, his hand finally seeming to react -- squeezing her breast. Maybe it feels so good because it is wrong. It's far from the worst thing, though. Her eyes fall shut when his mouth lowers to her nipple, back arching as he sucks and then she gasps when teeth press sharply into the hardening nub, feeling it drawing tight and hard, the other responding more or less the same. One of her hands slid into his hair and holds his head as she lifts up toward his mouth.

Her hips roll down against him.

"I like that, Baba."

It's such a dirty thing to say like this but she doesn't walk it back.

[yunmeng_patriarch]

He groans around the flesh in his mouth, rolling up to meet the press of her hips against him. He's hard and knows it can be felt through the thinner fabric of his robes. Suddenly, it's not enough to be seated at the table. Releasing her breast, feeling how it bounced slightly, his mouth seeks out hers in a hungry and consuming kiss. He wants to lick her taste right out of her mouth and pull her flush against him-mostly so he could get up and walk them over to the bed.

[cangdian]

Cangdian whimpers when he releases her breast but she gives into the kiss just as quickly. Her lips part and she kisses back hungrily, tongue and teeth clashing. It's messy and hot and as she's pulled against him and he gets up, her strong legs wrap around his waist as his arms wind around his neck.

[yunmeng_patriarch]

His steps are easy and smooth as he walks them to the bed. The feeling of her rubbing up against him makes his head dizzy and for a moment he simply slows the pace just to accentuate the grind.

When he makes it to the bed, he crawls up on it before setting her down. And then he's practically devouring her. The kisses move back down to her breasts, then he's licking her belly, drawing ever lower.

[cangdian]

As they grind her breath catches a few times when it feels particularly good almost a little gasp. She holds tight to him even when they're finally on the bed but eventually her arms and legs relax because only good things could come from him kissing down her body that way.

While he's kissing and licking at her breasts, her stomach she reaches down to pull at the tie of the robe around her waist and open it up to leave her lower half exposed as well. She's dripping wet already.

As Wanyin's mouth moves lower, she teases at one of her nipples, rubbing it with one two fingers, the hardened nub rolling between them -- pinching harshly and enjoying the way it accentuates everything else. Her other hand goes into her father's hair urging him lower, aching to feel his mouth on her heat. She's a demanding lover.

[yunmeng_patriarch]

Wanyin had no hesitation to lick at the center of her sex. The taste had him moaning against her as he used both hands to spread her thighs wide open. The feel of a hand in his hair had him moving faster, offering thick, wide licks before suckling on the delicate ribbons of flesh on either side of the nub that was twitching for his attention.

He settled in, circling around her clit, then flicking directly over it before he experimented, looking for the pattern and pressure that would have her thrusting her hips against his face.

[cangdian]

"Ah," Cangdian cries out at the lick, cursing afterward. She should be ashamed to be doing this, to be enjoying it so much but she's not and it feels too good to regret. Her breath is coming uneven already.

"Oh, f..." she bit down on her lip as he presses against her just the right way. Her hips roll up, hand twisting in his hair simultaneously.

[yunmeng_patriarch]

Her reaction made him groan and double his efforts. He never thought that he would be here between his daughter's legs but he wasn't going to stop. He wanted to taste her end and drink her down. The more his hair was twisted, he brought his hand close, teasing her entrance with a finger before plunging in.

[cangdian]

Cangdian had to press one of her arms over her mouth, biting into it to keep from crying out far too loudly considering the sort of sounds her father is making her make. Her other hand is still in his hair as she pushes her hips up to him. It's so good. It's too good. She could feel a sheen of sweat already starting to cover her. She gasps against her arm when his finger pushed in, thicker, longer than her own, than those of the boys and girls she's been with that are her own age.

"Fuck, Baba," she cries out a bit sharply.

[yunmeng_patriarch]

A warm wash of accomplishment shudders through him as he pistons his finger through her. He pulls in two harsh breaths before sealing his mouth over her, his tongue working her clit before humming low in encouragement.

[cangdian]

Cangdian's cries get louder as he works over her clit and continues fucking him with his fingers. Her muscles start as the pressure and heat builds. There's not much encouragement needed before she's crying out in pleasure, back arching sharply and hands pulling at his hair, twisting his fingers.