"Did it feel like this with mom?"
Her voice was hot in his ear.
"Don't, Yurik-"
He couldn't verbalize his incoherent objections any better. No, he thought, it hadn't. He wouldn't have known. Their time together was quite limited, even she is his daughter. And this was beyond wrong, beat in the back of his head, and yet he stroked her sides and mouthed at a sore spot on her neck and helped her undress the rest of the way.
"It was a long time ago," he simply said, finally, lips brushing along her cheekbone. He wanted her as much, no, more than -
His body couldn't do anything but surrender to this. Again. Her deft hands and mouth and the heat between her legs. "You feel - ah - incredible."
He never let this much on, it wasn't necessary, but she did something to him, had done since the day she'd tracked him down, made him swear with the tightening of her muscles and her hands tugging his hair - "Fuck," he stuttered against her lips, grabbing on to her hips and pulling her up, closer.
She laughed, a low, scratchy, indecent sound, and bit his lip and dug her fingers into his back. "Say that again," she said, out of breath, eyes hazy, chest heaving. "That's so dirty, daddy."
She never called Accelerator that. Not outside bed. Not unless he gave her whatever this was, whatever she dragged out of him.
She licked up his neck and cheek, feeling like an animal, whispered that into his ear, everything she want him to do to her hot, hot pussy -
"Uh-huh?" He winced a little, as she sank her nails in his thigh. "And," he grunted, "then?"
Then she talked, taking him into her soft skin, about how she wanted him to throw her across the bed and spread her out, her greedy dripping pussy taking his fingers so nice and deep, and go deeper still, till she was stretched and writhing around his wrist, begging for him to touch her clit or to stop; about how he'd turn her inside out, and she'd wet the bed so bad it wouldn't even soak in, push her face into the puddle, and when she'd think he'd let up - do that to her ass with nothing but her own juices, pull out the fresh pink skin till all she was was gaping flesh and bruises and leaking all over, and then, then he'd fuck her, but she wouldn't even feel it -
Yuriko kissed him when she came, all soft like forgetting herself, with a little whining noise he swallowed, and her flesh was a vise around him, pulling him with her.
"You could do all that, right dad?," she said afterwards, lazily, playing with his cum, glancing at him with something like a smile, "do everything I said before".