Free Web NovelChapter 17: 17. The Soft Hands Of a Daughter(18+)
Forgetting her tears entirely, Meiyin uncoiled her satin-black tail from my waist and released her remaining koala grip on my torso.
She shifted her weight, dropping down onto her hands and knees right on the mattress, and began to crawl slowly down the bed toward the bared length.
Her disheveled pink hair swayed gently with each deliberate, calculated movement of her body as she brought her face closer and closer, leaning over the mattress to inspect the magnificent structure with an intense, unblinking focus.
The distance between her innocent face and my exposed, pulsing anatomy closed to a mere matter of inches.
I could feel the faint, warm puffs of her uneven breathing washing directly over the heated skin of the shaft. A terrifying realization gripped my soul: my guilt had driven me to hand over the keys to my own restraint.
Looking down at the predatory focus locked in her shimmering eyes, a cold shiver ran parallel to the roaring heat in my blood. I had opened a gate that I had absolutely no power to close, and as her shadow fell completely over me, I realized with absolute dread that my little star was no longer just looking.
She tilted her head slightly to the side, her pale, smooth face hovering a mere two inches away from the thick, vein-lined flesh as she watched the massive structure pulse in the morning air.
Rather than being frightened or overwhelmed by the raw, masculine display resting between my thighs, her expression remained entirely captivated, her lips parting slightly as she drank in the sight.
"Dad..." she murmured, her voice breathless, velvety, and laced with a strange weight as she looked up to lock eyes with me. "Is a man’s thing really supposed to be this big? It looks so... so different from what I ever imagined it would be."
As the innocent, naive question left her lips, the swirling pink hues of her eyes began to shift drastically. The sharp clarity of her usual gaze softened, melting down into a hazy, dreamlike warmth that looked dangerously close to a love-struck, absolute trance.
The primal allure of the sight before her was directly calling out to the dormant, dark demonic heritage sleeping within her bloodline.
Without her even realizing what was happening to her own body, her physiology began to react to the sheer density and pressure of my masculine presence.
A faint, incredibly sweet fragrance began to bleed silently from her skin, drifting into the chilly morning air between us like a physical cloud.
It was the subtle, subconscious awakening of her succubus bloodline ability, a localized release of potent, mind-altering pheromones that she seemed completely oblivious to as she continued her rapt, physical inspection.
The exact moment that intoxicating, sweet scent hit my nostrils, my throat went completely dry, and my mind began to fracture.
The volatile combination of her naive curiosity, the sudden, love-like sheen in her pink eyes, and the slow, heavy creep of her biological pheromones sent a wave of pure, unadulterated fire roaring straight through my cultivation meridians.
The close proximity of my daughter, driven by the warmth radiating from her crawling body and the soft shadow of her face hovering just inches away from my bared skin, sent a violent, electric jolt straight down my spine.
Throb.
Driven by the sheer, unmitigated overload of physical and mental stimulation, my shaft started to rise again, surging upward with a sudden, aggressive burst of growth.
The violent, expanding motion startled Meiyin, causing her to let out a tiny, sharp gasp and instinctively jerk her head back a few inches in surprise as the length gave a heavy, involuntary twitch right before her eyes.
She watched in absolute, breathless awe as the thick length lengthened and swelled right before her eyes, pushing past its previous eight-inch limits and filling out completely until it finally stopped at a towering, fully rigid eleven inches.
The massive, dark-veined shaft now stood entirely unyielding between us, pointing directly toward her flushing face and radiating a heavy, unmistakable presence that left her utterly spellbound and trapped within her own awakening instincts.
"Ok... now that you see it? You are going to listen to my words, my little star," I exhaled, my voice strained, thick, and ragged as I tried to claw back a single fraction of my shattered composure.
Every single cell in my body was screaming for release, the dense, intoxicating cloud of her subconscious succubus pheromones making it nearly impossible for me to think straight or maintain my logical mind.
I could not let this go any further. If she kept staring at it with those hazy, love-struck pink eyes, my ironclad restraint was going to turn to ash right here on the bed.
Reaching out with a hand that trembled slightly from the sheer, monumental effort of suppression, I gripped the edges of my parted white robes.
I started to pull the heavy fabric back over myself, fully intending to hide the massive, eleven-inch rigid shaft from her spellbound gaze and end this dangerous torment once and for all.
Smack!
Before the white cloth could even touch my skin, Meiyin’s small hand flew forward, instantly slapping my hand away from my robes with surprising, sudden force.
I froze entirely, completely stunned by her sudden, physical rebellion, my hand hovering mid-air in absolute shock.
"No!" Meiyin protested immediately, her brow furrowing into a fierce, deeply stubborn pout as she physically blocked me from covering myself up.
The hazy, love-struck trance in her pink eyes flared back into a defiant, blazing spark of pure, spoiled entitlement. She hovered directly over the bared, throbbing length, her breathing still small, shallow, and quick, but her voice carried a clear, sharp edge of resentment.
"This is not enough, Dad! Not after how you just yelled at me earlier," she huffed loudly, crossing her skinny arms defensively over her chest as she threw my earlier scolding right back in my face without a shred of fear.
"You made me cry and terrified me over a harmless joke, and you promised me you would do anything I wanted today to make up for it. Just looking for a few seconds before you hide it away is not fair at all. I am not done inspecting it yet!"
Before I could even utter a single word of reprimand to reestablish my authority as her master, Meiyin leaned in even closer, her gaze completely locked onto the massive, unyielding length stretching out between us.
Slowly, deliberately, she extended her right hand, her slender index finger hovering over the dark-veined surface for a fraction of a second before she gave the fully hardened, eleven-inch shaft a soft, curious little push.
Throb.
The localized, direct stimulation, combined with the suffocating cloud of her natural succubus pheromones, was entirely too much for my biology to bear.
The monstrous length pulsed violently under her slight pressure, and a heavy, thick bead of crystal-clear precum immediately leaked from the slit of the flared tip, glistening brightly under the morning light.
Meiyin blinked, her love-struck pink eyes widening to their absolute limits as she watched the clear fluid escape the tip.
"Dad... what is this," she asked innocently, her voice tilting with a pure, unadulterated curiosity that lacked any malice but carried a lethal weight.
Without a single hint of hesitation or modesty, she dragged the soft pad of her index finger right across the tip, swooping up the slick pre-essence directly from the shaft.
She hoisted her hand up, tilting her head back slightly as she brought her glistening finger closer and closer to her parted lips, completely intent on tasting the addictive celestial essence she had just extracted.
She slowly slid her wet index finger past her delicate lips, tasting the clear fluid with a quiet, curious swirl of her tongue.
"Mnhhh... haah..."
A heavenly, exotic sound escaped her mouth, a breathless, airy whimper of pure, unadulterated bliss that vibrated softly in the quiet bedroom.
Her large pink eyes went wide, the hazy, love-struck warmth in her gaze turning into an expression of absolute, overwhelming intoxication.
It was an incredibly unique, intensely addictive taste, packed with a rich, concentrated burst of pure celestial qi that immediately rushed through her meridians like a tidal wave.
The profound, hidden potential of her unawakened succubus physique violently flared in response to the divine essence, sending a sudden wave of intense, melting heat straight to her core and making her core slick, hot, and wet without her even realizing what was happening to her own body.
Another soft, shaky sigh escaped her throat as she pulled her finger from her mouth, her lips glistening with a light, wet sheen of the fluid.
She hovered directly over the rigid, eleven-inch length, her small frame trembling slightly from the sheer rush of the foreign, intoxicating energy coursing through her blood.
"Dad..." she whispered, her voice completely dropped into a needy, thoroughly spoiled, and desperate whine as she stared down at the bared, throbbing tip.
"This... this is amazing. It feels so warm and tingly inside me. Give me more of it! How do you make it come out? Tell me how to produce more right now!"
She leaned even closer, completely consumed by her naive greed and her rapidly awakening demonic instincts, her breathless demands pressing hard against the very last remaining threads of my sanity.
My mind turned into an absolute battlefield, a chaotic storm of modern morals and ancient, possessive instincts tearing at my sanity. I fought desperately against my own consciousness, my jaw clenching so hard that a sharp pain shot straight up into my temples.
I truly did not know what to do. Should I give in to her spoiled demands? Should I completely shut this down and risk breaking her spirit? Her naive, wide-eyed gaze was entirely focused on the rigid length, and the sweet, thick cloud of her succubus pheromones was actively melting away my logic.
’Oh, honestly, look at you struggling so miserably,’ a familiar, teasing voice chimed in.
It was Lucy, the system manifestation, speaking directly into the quietest corner of my mind.
Her tone was dripping with absolute amusement, completely relaxed despite the taboo tension filling the bedchamber.
’Why are you torturing yourself so much, Host? She is practically begging you for it, and her bloodline is already reacting perfectly to your presence. If you are that worried about crossing a line, just tell her to use her hands. It wouldn’t be too much or break any major taboos if she just uses her hand to squeeze it out, right? Think of it as an interactive training session for your little star. You are her master, after all. Teach her.’
Lucy’s seductive, logical loophole echoed in my ears, perfectly targeting the weakest point of my fading restraint.
It was an incredibly dangerous compromise, but as I looked down at Meiyin’s flushing, expectant face, my internal defense lines finally began to crumble into nothingness.
I closed my eyes for a fraction of a second, letting out a heavy, shuddering breath as the last of my traditional restraint finally dissolved under the dual pressure of Lucy’s loophole and the suffocating cloud of Meiyin’s succubus pheromones. If this was to happen, it would be handled under the strict dynamics of our bond.
"Very well, Meiyin," I spoke, my voice dropping into a low, rumbling register that carried the deep, patient gravity of a master delivering a forbidden technique.
"Since you desire to learn the origin of this essence, you must follow my instructions with absolute discipline. This is not a game."
Meiyin’s pink eyes flared with instant, rapt attention. The spoiled pout vanished from her face, replaced by the profound, unyielding focus of a dedicated disciple receiving a direct transmission of ancestral knowledge from her sovereign.
Inside her mind, a dizzying rush of excitement and instinctual hunger was completely taking over.
’Dad isn’t mad anymore’, she thought, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs as she stared at the monolithic length before her. ’He’s teaching me. He’s sharing this hidden, wonderful secret with me, and me alone.’
The rich, sweet taste of the pre-essence was still singing in her veins, making her lower belly ache with a strange, hollow warmth that demanded to be filled.
She didn’t understand why her body felt so heavy and meltingly hot, but she knew with absolute certainty that this massive, throbbing pillar was the source of the comfort she desperately craved.
"First, discard your hesitation," I commanded gently, adjusting my position slightly to afford her complete access. "Bring both of your hands forward. A single hand lacks the capacity to encompass this structure. Place them together, one above the other, at the very base near my inner robes."
With extreme care, as if handling a priceless, volatile celestial artifact, Meiyin extended her slender, delicate hands. When her small fingers finally wrapped around the thick, burning circumference of the eleven-inch shaft, her inner thoughts short-circuited completely.
Even with both of her small hands stacked together tightly, the sheer length of the massive structure could not be completely covered, leaving a significant portion of the pulsing, vein-lined flesh exposed to the cool morning air.
’It’s so huge and so incredibly hot,’ she noted half-frantically, her palms tingling from the raw vitality radiating through the skin. It felt like holding a living beast of pure energy. Her skin was a stark, porcelain contrast against the dark-veined, heat-radiating flesh.
The moment her palms made full contact, a violent tremor coursed through my entire frame, causing the rigid length to throb aggressively within her grasp.
She let out a small, sharp gasp at the sheer warmth and density, but she did not let go of me.
Instead, she adjusted her grip, looking up at me for the next guidance, completely eager to prove herself a worthy student or probably daughter.
’I have to do this perfectly. I want to see him look at me like he always does when I master a difficult technique. I want him to praise me.’
"Good. Now, apply a firm, deliberate pressure," I instructed, my teeth clenching as the friction began to warp my senses.
"It requires enough strength to compress the meridians within, yet enough control not to damage the flow of energy. Do you feel the pulse beneath your palms?"
"Yes, Dad... it is pounding so fast," she whispered, completely fascinated as she felt the heavy, rhythmic thrumming of my life-force against her skin.
’It feels like his very heart is beating right inside my hands,’ she realized, a primal sense of possessiveness blooming deep within her awakening demonic nature.
’This belongs to Dad, but right now, I am the one controlling it.’
"Maintain that exact pressure," I guided her, my voice growing thicker, straining to maintain the authoritative facade of a master.
"Now, slide your hands upward in a slow, continuous motion. From the base, all the way to the thick, flared tip at the peak. Once you reach the top, release your grip, reset at the bottom, and repeat the cycle."
’This is her very first time, yet her execution is so frustratingly, terrifyingly profound,’ I thought, a shiver of genuine awe piercing through the thick fog of my pleasure.
The realization hit me with the force of a physical blow. Meiyin had never witnessed a man’s anatomy, let alone handled one, yet her movements possessed an instinctive, almost frighteningly perfect precision.
The demonic talent dormant within her bloodline was adapting at a breakneck pace, seamlessly translating my spoken instructions into a flawless, practical application.
Slick... slid... slick...
The wet, friction-filled sound of her palms gliding along the glistening skin echoed softly in the quiet room.
Every upward stroke of her skinny, delicate hands was expertly calculated to maximize the pressure against the burning, dark-veined flesh.
"Haah... huff..." Meiyin’s breathing grew increasingly shallow and warm, her small lips parted as she exhaled her sweet, intoxicating succubus scent directly over the throbbing crown.
’If I squeeze tighter here, does it make more of that sweet nectar come out,’ she wondered, her instincts guiding her small hands to instinctively adapt to the contours of the shaft, learning the exact rhythm that made me tremble.
Worse yet, the forbidden element of the situation, specifically the absolute and undeniable taboo of my own daughter kneeling between my thighs to serve my arousal under the guise of master and disciple, was warping my spiritual senses.
The psychological weight of the transgression was acting like a potent catalyst, supercharging the physical stimulation and dragging me toward the precipice of a volcanic release far faster than I had ever anticipated. I was rapidly closing in on the absolute peak of my tolerance.
"Ngh... Meiyin, steady..." A ragged, choked groan escaped my throat, my chest heaving violently as I fought to maintain even a shred of my composure.
Meiyin, completely oblivious to my internal crisis, kept her pace steady, unyielding, and utterly devoted.
Slick... slid... slick...
Her large, love-struck pink eyes never once left the mesmerizing sight of the eleven-inch shaft moving rhythmically between her small palms.
She watched with rapt, unblinking fascination as the skin flushed a deeper crimson beneath her grip and the thick veins throbbed violently with every single stroke she executed.
Her tiny thumbs occasionally brushed against the underside of the shaft, subconsciously testing the limits of my endurance while her body continued to bleed that sweet pheromone cloud into the air, locking us both into a cycle of forbidden cultivation.
"Dad, it is glowing at the tip," Meiyin murmured, her voice sounding entirely mesmerized as her hands continued their relentless, practiced movement up and down the massive shaft.
The heat radiating from the bared skin was becoming absolute torment, a scorching wave that threatened to consume my remaining consciousness entirely.
Her soft palms, now thoroughly slicked with the clear pre-essence she had spread, provided a friction so smooth and intensely deep that my vision began to blur at the edges.
The heavy, rhythmic sound of her sliding grip filled the silent bedchamber, a steady cadence that counted down the seconds to my total undoing.
Every single cell in my body was balanced on a razor’s edge, entirely at the mercy of the small hands moving rhythmically over my bared flesh, dragging me deeper into the intoxicating trap of her awakening power.
