Hello my dumplings! I'm back again, with another M rated fanfic thats a one-sided fic between Kirsty and her father, i don't ship it, but again, its interesting to explore concepts. Thanks to L.J Heywood for leaving me reviews, cause they always have a way of making me smile after a horrible day, especially this week... but thats beside the point, enjoy (i guess?) c:
Kirsty, ripe in her youth, doe-like face amongst chocolate cork-screw hair, fingers interlacing in hair as she scratched against the scalp of her hair. Shuffling around as she just thanked him before moving off into the allocated bedroom of her father's new home, after all, it was only out of respect that she would stay just for this night. Being as slightly tipsy as she was, there was no way that she would go out of her way to travel to her room across town.
"thanks, daddy!" lips turning lopsided before breaking out into a smile, giving him a soft peck on his cheek.
turning the knob gently of the bedroom that was kindly given to her, Kirsty had closed the door as she then just inhaled sharply, leaning against the door as her hands began to trail along her clothed body. Feeling up the contours of her own body, very much painfully reminding her of what Frank had done to her when she was much more ripe in her youth, explicitly a period of time in which she had innocence. Trying with her best interests put forward, Kirsty didn't so much think about her incestuous uncle, but rather her father.
"Daddy.." exhaling against the door of her father's home, her handed trailed to her pert breast, travelling underneath her clothing; beyond her lacy bra. Where flesh was warm, she gently pinched a nipple as her other hand travelled elsewhere. No destination other than below.
"Daddy.." she breathed unsteadily against the door, back almost arching against it as she continued to think more about the man that she depended, and held sincere, since her mother's death. Fingers borderline to her underwear were slipped inside, feeling the dampness that coated them once more. It wasn't too often that she would think about doing this kind of thing, and the subject matter in which gave her pleasure wasn't uncommon either. Slipping her fingers between her lower lips, she figured that she would insert them against her g-spot.
Given with what happened between family members in her past, it was given that she was emotionally, and sexually, fucked up.
"Daddy" she whined, feeling herself shiver in pleasure, all of which was wrong to the common eye that may witness this act, however, understandably normal to the perception of Kirsty. Given what she learnt internally with her uncle at a young age, and to have nobody reassure her that such a thing as taking her innocence was wrong, it was obvious that she was just playing by ear.
It wasn't long, shivering against the door, clenching the knob as she had incestuous thoughts about her father filled her mind; she came hard as she then shook against the door of her parent's home.
Xipe, with a disturbance in his plane of existence with Leviathan in the labyrinth, he just had a perk to the side of his lips.