She had sunk so, so low. She don't know she can even sunk this low. Fucking her own dad?
Here, on her knees and hands, cold tile beneath her, the caress of a warm hand sloping across her body. Here, on the desk where she and her father either make or repair violin, while her own sire and blood teased her. She could feel him at her entrance, his rigid pole hung and thick with desire. He pressed it into her, letting it throb in the shallows of her lips. Then all at once, he filled her to the hilt and she screamed. A long, lilting cry echoed through the house as he drove himself home inside her, Wataru's back arching as he nestled against the back of her cunt.
Her father, her dear father. Still healthy, young and not falling in love with her mother yet, she had claimed him with her mouth in a moment of unbridled lust, when she had been overcome with madness or sadness of everything that happened in her life. Mio and Ōmura-san's death, Kengo's injury, that's all because of her. That's what she told herself over and over. That's why she here, in past, to change that future. So why did everything become like this? He'd crept between her legs and tasted her; his daughter. She'd writhed and thrashed on the bed, clutching feverishly at his hair until she came, her thighs wrapping around the back of his neck, pulling him into her spasming pussy. Her heart thudded so loudly, she'd worried for her life. And then, when her ardour cooled, he'd risen and presented his manhood to her. She'd clutched it like a ritual knife and guided it into her body. The virginity of her own was sacrificed that night, and their lust laid bare.
Now he knelt in a squat behind her, driving his thick, rigid cock in and out of his daughter's pussy, raw and unfettered by any latex sheath. She'd thought to make him wear one, but her wanton sin had overcome her. She wanted to feel him – all of him – from start to finish. Every drop would be hers, an offering to the shrine of her womb, and if he gave life to something new within her – beyond lust and debauchery – then so be it. She would breed with her father.
She howled as he pumped his hips, vigor rippling through every pore. He spent every day in the field, testing his limbs and lungs running away from woman or problem he himself created. The action had chiselled him admist youth, and that before the use of IXA enhanced his stamina and strength further more. Taken like this, she knew it was always going to be. She'd never know anything about him, what she know about her father is all from her mother and people that either saved or conned by him. And somehow the pangs of lust had driven deep into her. When she arrived in this era, her father flirted with her and invited her to his house which is her house in the future. She accepted, not knowing he doesn't meet Maya yet.
It had been the next night that she'd barged in on him. She'd tried to explain herself, but her mouth was around his shaft faster than her words. She'd milked him to the brink, then let him dress her with his load
Stripes of thick, white seed had stained her face as she stared up at him with a perverse smile. She remembered running her tongue around her mouth, savouring his taste, pocketing away dallops of his cream in her cheeks before swallowing it all. She'd left him stunned, and gone to her room to finish herself.
She felt her hips slam back against his and his cock erupt. She cried out as he came, mumbling his daughter's name, although he doesn't know it yet, through clenched teeth, dumping every last hot ounce of his cum into her waiting cunt.
She gasped and drew a breath. It had become their habit and ritual for the week she staying at his/her house. She wore no clothes in the morning, save for the apron, and he came fresh from the shower with a ready pole. She was his lover, his daughter, his cumdump, his... everything. As he pulled free, she slumped back and then turned, catching his rod in her mouth. Like a dutiful daughter, she cleaned him. Crown to balls. Her scent, his flavour, their mingled lust were drawn into her mouth and savoured.
"Now be a good man and go to meet Yuri and Maya..." she whispered up at him, "it's your first day, and she's an all new adventure." is all he hear as he fall asleep on her last day for that era.
"He probably with be so shocked when he learned that I'm his future daughter."
He did fainted when she tell him that she is his daughter a few week later.
When Nago-san and Megumi-san have their wedding that day, she already pregnant with Masao. But she doesn't know it yet, and her belly don't show any noticeable change. But she did suspect her tryst with her father in the past did affect her. She almost started to play her violin when a shout came.
"Mama!"
Everyone freeze and they all started looking for the source of the voice. The door of church opened, revealing a teenager with a very, very familiar face for those who knew him.
"Mama! It's me, Mama! I missed you! It's me, Masao! Masao! Masao is written using the kanji for "just man". I'm not like Grandpa, right?" the teenager revealed his name.
"Who are you?" She asked him in confusion, as he approached her.
"I came from 22 years in the future. I'm your son, Mama." the teenager explained his identity. He then leaned near her whispering, "Mama actually has me when you travelled to the past and have sex with Grandpa." he says in secret. "Even now Mama already pregnant with me right now."
"Huh?"
"Don't say "huh"! Ah, right! The future's in danger! Mama, help me! Even now, the enemy is after me!" He said as he pushed her toward the the church's exit.
"W-w-w-wait a moment. What's this about a son?" Shizuka said as she followed her. Even Megumi-san followed, Nago-san making sure her dress don't be dirty.
She, the Arm Monsters, Kengo-kun, Shima-san, Shizuka-chan, Nago-san and Megumi-san saw a thing that can only described as floating UFO.
"Masao, what is that?" She asked her future son.
"They're Neo-Fangire, Mama."
"Wataru!" Came her half-brother running towards them.
"Nii-san!"
"Oji-san?!"
Her Nii-san could only look at Masao in confusion before they all focused on the threat in their hands now. Shima-san, Shizuka-chan and Kengo-kun tried to stopped Megumi-san to join the fight. Nago-san soon joined them at the front and all four of them is looking at each other.
"Let's go, everyone" she said as she transformed into her Empress Form, followed by the others to combat this new threat.