Between running multiple successful businesses and military contracts, teaching my little class and spending time with my darling, time seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye. Every day brought new delights and challenges. Like last month, when my increasingly inquisitive daughter discovered my stash of daring Tanya pictures hidden in my desk drawer. The more tame ones decorated my office all around, like the one from the Sleeping Beauty stage play. Who could object to that?
At the time she had been looking for a slide rule, only to stumble upon a collection of photographs of her titillating outfits or entirely in the nude – many from this summer's trip to the Eastern Sea and its numerous 'naturist beaches'. In my defence, I could hardly help myself when she looked so good. Thanks to a strict exercise regime, hyper-nutritious meals and hormone supplements, she was quickly filling in the figure of a very fit ten to twelve year old, though one on the smaller side. Her rippling muscles would occasionally show through the delightful layer of soft fat that kept her otherwise very plush and her tiny breasts were just perky enough to cast shadows in the sunlight.
I had played her pointed questions off with a smile and a confused attitude. 'Of course I kept the pictures, honey. What else should I have done with the memories of all the fun we had together? Don't you remember when you went out as a witch on Carnival's Day?' It still unnerved me slightly that I hadn't been able to tell what she was thinking at the time. Her silent acceptance and neutral affect could have been as much indifferent understanding as suspicious judgement. Frankly, I did not know how much longer I could rely on her subservient-to-authority brain to smooth stuff like that over for me...
Thus I had somewhat altered my plans...
"This skin-care gel has recently been finished by our cosmetics division," I explained and held the tube out for Tanya to take. "It promises to not only clear the skin, but also to augment atmospheric mana absorption. Tests on volunteers have demonstrated an increase from three all the way up to fifteen percent. The effects normally last around forty eight hours."
In general, I had the market cornered when it came to high end cosmetic and cleaning products. It was a profitable and not very disruptive industry that got me many inroads with the rich and beautiful of the nation. My divinely crafted intellect combined with comprehensive visions of a possible future made such progress straightforward.
"Is one of the main ingredients mythril?" my precocious girl asked, eyes gleaming with consideration. She easily understood the tactical applications of such an item.
"Yes," I simply nodded.
"Expensive."
There was no question necessary on what my response would be.
"Not for my daughter."
She gifted me with a little smile and immediately went about stripping down. There was, after all, no inch of her I hadn't seen before. Subtly admiring how Tanya's beautifully toned stomach flexed as she pulled her dress over her head, I slipped on a pair of latex gloves.
"It has to be massaged in so that it truly diffuses into the epidermis. The refuse should then get washed off in the shower to not stain your clothes."
With adorable sincerity she inclined her pretty head. "Yes, Papa."
There was a reason why she was so eager to test out this new wonder-gel. Tomorrow was the magical exam and my darling was determined – in part to Visha's meddling – to achieve the absolute best score. Their grades weren't even calculated that way, but why would I correct her assumptions when it spawned such a friendly rivalry between the girls? Competition only drove them to excel while further entering my grasp and Tanya's orbit.
Cracking open the tube, she experimentally pressed out some of the viscous, silvery matter on her hand. It quickly left a gleaming streak over her soft breasts which then faded when she kneaded it into her supple flesh.
Wordlessly I squeezed a moderate amount from the tube as well and went about rubbing it into her back. While doing so, I proudly admired the fruits of my work. Flawless skin enhanced by the best moisturizers, oils, creams and nutritional supplements this world had ever seen, stretched tightly across rosy buttocks and pronounced thighs, shaped by vigorous exercise. On my order, at least two days per week were dedicated to the temple that was her body, be it through strength and endurance training or massages and gymnastics.
At the beginning I could tell that she had only endured these merciless tests to her limits out of fealty to me. Over time, however, Tanya had not only come to greatly rely on them to clear her mind and structure her workflow, but she'd also come to genuinely enjoy them. By her own account, she liked how they made her feel powerful and healthy, exactly what I had wanted. And so, working on her body to please me had become a reward in and of itself.
Now her back was sparkling like a mythical fairy creature as the mythril compound seeped into her pores and enhanced her beauty even further. Was it any wonder that I relished every second that my fingers danced over her silky skin? Still, in order to maintain the barest hint of propriety, my hands did not linger. I methodically worked my way down and I had just reached her lithe hips when she bent over to slather her legs. My poor, distracted soul was suddenly assaulted face first by the sight of her sweet pussy and her fragrant smell, striking me dumb with the strength of a thunderbolt.
Puffy, slightly moist and closer than ever before... Reflexively I let out a deep breath of pure awe that washed over her virgin slit.
Tanya's face immediately looked up at me from between her calves, effortlessly bending herself in half after many hours of yoga practice. Her hanging hair framed her noble features, considering me with a frightfully blank expression.
Hurriedly, I shook my head and sent her a smile before rising and beating a hasty retreat. My darling was very dangerous for my composure. I used a minor formula to steady my excited heartbeat and took off the gloves.
"Does it feel cool? No itching or burning sensation?" I asked with faux concern to distract both Tanya and myself from what just happened.
"Everything is alright, Papa. I can feel an uptick in mana intake already, though without my orb it's hard to confirm if that isn't just a placebo effect..."
"Amazing," I nodded. "For your contribution to science, have a treat."
Obediently she stuck out her tongue and I rewarded her with a chocolate bonbon. Giving me one last hard to read look she went off to the master bathroom. I busied myself with approving or rejecting various proposals that my correspondence team had provided to my desk for personal review, but the sight of her delicious pussy in front of me would not leave my thoughts. Work was thus slightly less efficient than average.
My productivity disappeared into the ether altogether when the nutcracker in my darling's room reported movement. Transfixed, I stared at the blurry hologram of my naked, water dripping daughter rummaging through her cupboard of toys. The little machine would take its next snapshot in a minute's time and riled up as I was, I could not bear to wait such an eternity. What was my darling doing? Why wasn't she dressed?
Overriding the conservative battery mode of the spy camera, I increased its recording rate to one frame per second and its picture quality to high. Magic was noticeably draining from me to support the workload of the underpowered mechanism, but the results were oh so worth it~!
There she was, my little girl riding the broom I had built her and...
Was she masturbating?
I blinked in bewilderment. My orderly, proper, composed Tanya was throwing her head back in ecstasy like a slut! Without me even being there! What was going on!?
My pitiful reserves were being drained even faster as I zoomed in and enhanced, also raising the muffled sound. The buzzing of the vibrating broom between her legs became clearly audible as she pressed it against her soaked slit. Tanya's other hand was wildly groping her chest. Her eyes shut tight, she chanted under her heavy breath:
"I just need to... ugh... need to cum... Then this will go away... Yesssss... Come on, Tanya... cum!"
Was she experiencing a sudden surge of carnal desire? Had it been my look at her bared nethers or was I being too arrogant in presuming myself the cause of her lapse in control? This seemed to go beyond any momentary attraction...
Her perky nipples were rock hard and her skin was flushed in places. Water and sweat both dripped from her scrunched up brow in equal measure. My love appeared majorly unbalanced as her left hand dropped from circling her nipple to playing with her flushed clit.
"Fine... Ahhh... No choice... ugh... Papa... Papa..."
I groaned in tandem with her moan as she used my title to pleasure herself. Before I could help myself, my pants were ripped open and my raging cock sprung into my grip.
"Tell me you love me... you need me... Yessss..."
"I love you! I need you, darling!" I answered deliriously, pumping my dick like a man possessed. Her love was not a thing of the present; it was entirely oriented on her future. She wanted to believe that I would be there for her, my glorious investment, to care for and protect her. And I would!
"I'm your darling..." she whined hotly, high and filled with so much need.
"Yes, you are!" I growled.
Tanya's frenzied grinding reached a fever pitch as she came upon her toy with a cry, locking up and shaking in place. It was difficult to make out through the little camera, but her eyes were blown wide open, turning them into swirling abysses of dark madness. Despite the bone-shaking orgasm my girl was not at all satisfied.
She hissed in frustration and went back to violently rummaging through her cupboard. Clothes and books were carelessly thrown to the floor until her manic fingers caught what she was looking for.
"Resist..."
Almost angrily she stuffed the flavoured pacifier into her mouth and deftly taped two of the self-rolling, temperature-changing marbles to her puffy breasts. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably, but she was tenacious. To seal the deal and achieve maximum stimulation she grasped a pickle from my Rubber Vegetables Children's Kitchen set.
My breath hitched as I watched her slowly impale her sopping snatch with the ridiculous toy. Clearly unused to the stretching sensation, my darling struggled with pushing it further in. Fighting for every centimeter, Tanya whimpered around the pacifier plugging up her gorgeous lips. Suddenly she found it in herself to relax her pelvic muscles and with a wet suction noise the impromptu dildo slid fully into her underage cunt.
Tanya shuddered as another mini-orgasm rolled through her and yet she was still writhing, still contorting her nubile body in painful arousal. The sight of her voluntary debasement became too much even for my divinely crafted willpower and I too was rendered undone. As my vision dissolved into pure, heavenly light, I saw her blissful face before me; older and more mature. Faintly, I believed to hear the cries of our shared passion as I planted the seed of our love in her tight belly.
I came back to my senses to find my desk absolutely splattered with my discharge, but I only had eyes for Tanya's holographic projection. With tears streaming down her face – be they from the overwhelming sensory input or helpless shame – my sweet was pistoning the toy clumsily in and out of her gushing pussy, chasing relief. However, nothing appeared to be enough to sate her flesh's manic desperation...
As post-orgasmic clarity set in, I once more seriously considered what could have caused this state.
Slowly then all at once it struck me... The gel had worked too well! By opening her up to an increased mana intake her hormonal balance had been thrown off entirely. Magical energy was not just a mystical substance that could be used in spells; it flew through every part of the body and enhanced it. Especially trained mages learned to subconsciously direct the streams of energy in their blood to passively boost their biology. That was how they were able to withstand the strain of casting magic and why they were fitter or lived longer than average.
Furthermore, Tanya was a special case. Thanks to the implant behind her ear, an artificial state of slight euphoria when in my presence had become her new baseline. Seeing as I made sure to stick close to my darling most of the time, whenever she did leave my immediate surroundings for longer than a few hours, it caused her slight withdrawal symptoms. Similar to an addict, my beloved daughter would experience a subtle feeling of anxiety or dejection without my faint mana signature to stimulate the circuit.
Thus it followed that if she were to somehow absorb more of my passively radiating mana than ever before, the entire delicate balance of her brain chemistry would shift radically; an unfamiliar, heightened level of stimulation tipping over the edge from one moment to the next... And what would a sudden tidal wave of feel-good hormones make her latch onto for releasing that pressure? Of course the hundreds of memories of me relentlessly teasing her stunted libido over the last year were going to bubble up!
I wanted to punch myself for previously not considering such an obvious side-effect, but Tanya needed my help first!
Hurriedly I grabbed a bottle of the strongest liquor I could find and an emergency box of wet wipes to clear her skin. I had already sprinted down half the corridor before I turned around and ripped a roll of twine from the wall cabinet. It would come in handy should she prove to be beyond reason.
Time to bring this situation under control!
xxxTxxx
Tanya was in agony. Never had she felt so good.
Every errant rub against her burning skin sent waves of thrill through her boiling blood. Every brush against her womanly part made her want to scream in bliss! An inferno was burning in her loins and all her thoughts, her entire being centered around putting it out before it could consume her life. If she could not quench it soon, she knew, her rebelling body would not be able to help itself…
The desire to seek out her handsome, muscular, powerful father and have him fuck her back to normalcy grew with each minute. Everything would be ruined. Her family, her education, her inheritance! Damn him! It was his fault that she was in this mess in the first place! Just thinking about his strong arms and winning smile made her… made her…
A low warbling noise was pressed out of Tanya's lungs as her back arched against the carpet, bent by another all-consuming orgasm which battered her already crumbling mental defenses.
'Resist, resist,' she mumbled near hysterically sucking on the toy in her mouth that shamefully brought her comfort. It reminded her of assignments well done and praises from her… her…
Papa!
Her blurry eyes flew wide open and she instinctively tried to roll away from the giant silhouette approaching her.
He could not see her like this! What would he think of his only heir behaving like that!?
Alas, his giant, warm hands grasped her ribs and hoisted Tanya upright, making the object filling her lower cavity shift. A moan came to her, unbidden. Spitting out the flavoured pacifier that had been miserably failing at silencing her degeneracy, she tried to push him back before it became too late!
"Stay away!" she squealed, clenching around cold emptiness as he pulled the toy from her depths with one decisive stroke. If her face had not been glowing already, she would have surely turned crimson at the casual ease with which her father threw the cum-glistening pickle over his shoulder.
His stark grey eyes bore deep into her soul without any of the disgust or judgement she had been fearing.
"It's alright, darling. I know you're scared, but I'll make this right, okay?"
Father's voice was strong, but she could hear the edge of trepidation and concern.
"The things you are feeling have been caused by a drastic hormone imbalance due to the mana level in your blood shifting. I am so, so sorry you had to go through that. I should have considered how precocious you were both in mind and body. Your puberty is coming far too early and it's all my fault. I failed you."
Weirdly, below the raging lust, she found her heart aching for the man. It wasn't like he knew that the supposedly genius daughter he was sheltering and grooming as his successor was actually an adult from another world. That the original Tanya's life had been stolen by an interloper who pretended to be a child.
A child that would grow up to be quite the slut if these prematurely developed instincts were anything to go by.
'Damn you, Being X!' she silently cursed as her father began desperately rubbing her down with alcohol. She came sharply under his touch when he pulled off her improvised nipple vibrators. Liquid was dripping down her trembling thighs. Fireworks danced through her vision. 'You gave me this lewd body to humiliate me!'
In the throes of mind-addling ecstasy this truth seemed self-evident beyond doubt.
Tanya's tongue was freely hanging from her panting mouth while her wonderful Papa fought to clean her of his misguided invention. The white-hot pleasure radiating from his fingertips was too much. His every scrubbing made her hips buck towards him to grind herself against his juicy, masculine, perfect-
No, she had to stay strong! She could not let these irrational feelings for her adoptive parent destroy her carefully cultivated relationship! Normal daughters didn't lust for their fathers! A small part of her still held onto the hope that she could play off her actions as being purely caused by those pesky hormones he had mentioned. She could even convince herself a bit that it was true. But for that excuse to hold any water, Tanya needed to defy the maelstrom of her thoughts that told her to jump the man that made her feel safer, better, stronger than anything else in the world.
Sensing her struggle, father tried to cheer her up, unaware that his genuine concern was only fanning her seething desire...
"Don't worry, my darling, I'm here to help!"
'Resist...' Tanya burbled mindlessly. Her nostrils flared with Papa's scent and under the sensual brushing of her neck she climaxed.
"Ahhhhhh..."
His biceps were so nice and firm, even as she dug her nails into them... The heat that was pounding any shred of conscious awareness out of her skull increased.
"Relax! Let go!" she distantly heard him say. Was that an order? Let go? He wanted her to let go? She could do that~. Why had she even been resisting in the first place? If Papa thought it was alright... He was the smartest man she had ever known...
His eyes were so close to her face all of a sudden. He was saying something, but all she could hear was that blasted memory...
'I love you.'
Was that what love felt like? He brushed a sweat-soaked strand from her cheek; a shiver ran down her back. He had looked at her like that before...
When she had accidentally flashed him earlier...
Had it been accidental?
"L-love?" Tanya stammered, searching her sweet tormentor's expression for an answer. To what question she couldn't tell anymore.
Papa was everything she always wanted to be: Successful, admired, well-off, brilliant, industrious, healthy and reasonable. If she didn't know any better, she would have likened him to an angel who had been put on earth to make her feel inferior, so unnatural had his excellence appeared to her at first. How could she compete with such a generational genius and entrepreneur? Yet, she strived to emulate him, because Tanya knew that she could never be content with mediocrity. This man would show her the way; his self-earned status at the top of the Empire proved his worthiness in that regard. He ruled the marketplace of ideas on a global scale and if she sought inspiration from anybody, it would be him. In her eyes, he could do no wrong.
None of these complicated thoughts came consciously to Tanya as she deferred to his judgement at this moment. However they all played a part in her ultimate reaction when he guilelessly answered:
"Of course I love you, darling! More than anything!"
And so, fate shifted.