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"Baba," Cangdian sighs. "That's not true all the time. Some things aren't wrong but still won't be understood or accepted," but she knew it is wrong. She just... didn't care that it was. She didn't want him to care either. She crawls over him again, letting her heat rest against his thigh as she lays over him, breasts to his bare skin.

"Don't you want me again and again?

That was wholly unfair! He immediately felt like she was putting Demonic Cultivation and.. and this in the same context! Wanyin was ready to sit up-get up and move to put some distance between them. He needed to think and it was getting increasingly ha-difficult to do so.

Doubly so when she presses up against his leg and he can feel her warmth and the slick of their coupling.

"A-Dian." It comes out as a whine, his hands on her waist, but he's not moving her off. Not yet, at least. "What I want and what is proper are two different things." It had been that way ever since the fall of Lotus Pier.

Cangdian knows exactly what she's doing, what she wants. She knows that now she doesn't want this to be a one time mistake. She rocks her hips on his thigh, letting out a stuttered breath as she looks down at him.

"This is something you can have, Baba."

This time, there's a whimper from him as he rocks up against her. He's not going to admit that he likes watching her. It wasn't as if he was going to be ready again soon. But the furrow on his brow is heavy as he guides her into movement, his breath stuttering slightly as he draws it into his lungs.

He doesn't have to admit it. Cangdian knows that he likes it. She continues to rub herself on his strong thigh, letting out soft puffs of breath and little whimpers and then his hands are guiding her. She half-smiles, half smirks.

"That's it," she murmurs now that she has him participating again.

The furrow deepens into a half scowl-half pout. He knows what she's doing and it hasn't changed when she was a little girl cajoling him into things.

Dammit.

Wanyin leans up, pressing his thigh up as he curls to reach a breast, ready to nip and suckle at the tempting target while his hands guide her into that purposeful rock.

Cangdian knows how to get what she wants from her father. She always has and well... right now this is what she wants and she wants it to not necessarily be the last time.

"Ah," she cries as his thigh presses up, her back arching some. The nipple is already taut and sensitive and one of her hands bury in his hair as he teases one as she continues to rock on his thigh.

His breath is roaring slightly as he pleasures her. The dampness between her legs on his thigh gives him mixed feelings but the one of desire soon trumps the guilt. Eventually his fingers travel down and his thumb is pressed against her clit, circling it as she rocks.

"Baba," Cangdian moans as he starts to rub her clit. Her hands twist, pulling his hair as she rocks her hips faster, breathing hitching as she gets closer to another orgasm.

"Keep going...I got you," his encouragement and coaxing was pointed with half pants as he listens to the racing of her heart, groaning at the tug to his hair as he flicks the sensitive nub ever faster, wanting her to tip over again.

His encouragement both with words and his teasing at the nub pushed Cangdian over the edge. She grasps at the bedding beneath their bodies, hands twisting as her body arches with the height of pleasure washing over her -- continuing to ride his thigh as she comes and a bit after. She'll be pleased with how messy she'd made him.

When he felt her crest over, he groaned helplessly. Before she could completely relax, he pushed her on her back, his hardened cock already seeking her heat. He didn't even slow when he sank in completely, starting another driving pace to find his own end.

Cangdian gasps when suddenly she finds herself on her back again, her father's cock pressing into her oversensitive pussy. She whimpers, hands grasping hard at his biceps. "Ah, Baba," she whimpers. She trembles around him, but her body accepts him easily.

He sets the pace hard and driving. He wants her, driving through the slick heat, eyes rolling as he felt her try to draw him in deeper. Under his breath is a soft chant of encouragement, wanting to feel her break apart around him, wanting to know that he could do that and tumble helplessly after.

Cangdian holds onto him so tightly as he fucks her. Her body is overstimulated but that doesn't stop him or the pleasure that keeps crashing over her. She drags her nails down his arms as he works her up again, pushing her to another climax, it's almost too much, too overstimulated.

He keeps driving through, enjoying the sting of her nails on his skin. It only enhances the feeling and he notes how he closes his eyes through the pleasure, noting how the control was slipping had he was welcoming the end.

The end was just was delicious as the first time and he groaned, spilling into her again and caring a little less about it.

Cangdian clings to her father, panting and whimpers all the sounds that she could make at this point. She's going to be sore for a while after this but she welcomes it. Nothing has felt so good as this cock fucking her and the way he spills his seed inside of her. She doesn't loosen her grip even after he's done, but her hips do wiggle.

"Baba, it's too sensitive now," she pants, trying to urge him to pull out, so she can just curl up to him, be held close.

He shouldn't get used to this. Wanyin pulls away and flops down on his side, drawing his daughter close up against his side. The sweat still lingers along with all the other fluids, arms circled around her as he presses a soft kiss to her temple, drawing his fingers after to smooth her hair back.

Cangdian doesn't see a reason not to get used to it. Maybe it's wrong but plenty of things are wrong that people do all the time and this ... this doesn't hurt anyone at all. It's the business of no one else. She's sticky and exhausted as she curls into Wanyin. Her hand resting on his chest as he kisses her temple and his fingers move over her hair.

"Don't make me go," she murmurs.

His response is a soft sigh and a gentle pull closer to him. He should tell her to go. But he says nothing instead. If he says nothing, he doesn't have to tell her to go, but he can't tell her to stay, either.

"Go to sleep," he finally decides upon, still petting her hair as he closes his eyes.

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