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Gryn stuffed the cum-filled panties into his pocket and then stumbled into the cockpit of the freighter. The Wookiee tried to get up to offer him the pilot's seat, but Gryn waved him back down and plopped himself into the co-pilot's seat. The swirl of hyperspace streamed past the viewport. It was best not to look too long at it. He glanced down at the instruments, checking their progress. It was only then that he had the thought, Shit, don't Wookiees have sensitive noses? What if he smells my cum and her moisture? He put his hand over the bulge of his pocket in hopes of covering the smell.
His mind kept going back to the little girl tucked into his bunk right now. He really didn't need this. Didn't want it even, yet...when he thought about her, something inside of him felt good. He could hear her calling him Daddy in his mind, and it made him smile. He never expected anyone to call him Daddy -- not ever. It's not something he ever imagined. And here he was, smiling because a little girl called him Daddy.
"You got kids, Buddy?" he asked, turning his head to the Wookiee. "Or pups? I'm sorry. I don't know much about Wookiee culture."
The Wookiee's reply was devoid of hurt feelings. He jabbered on for a bit -- more than Gryn expected.
"Huh, so it's been a hundred years or more since you were in my position, eh?"
The Wookiee put his hand on Gryn's shoulder and patted him. It was as condescending as it was supportive.
"Yeah, thanks, Buddy. So, hey, what do I call you?"
The Wookiee growled out his name.
"Dryka... Drykabukk? Wow, that's a mouthful for a human. Mind if I call you Ukky?"
The Wookiee shrugged and muttered the idiomatic equivalent of "suit yourself," however Gryn had worked with enough Wookiees to catch the hint of "you're paying me enough to call me whatever you like." Normally a shrewd Wookiee would not have let that intonation slip. Gryn suspected that this fellow had been pretty beaten down by his last employer and was grateful for the escape.
"So, do you still talk to your kids?"
When Ukky turned to Gryn, he could see the pain in his big, brown eyes. He turned back to the controls before muttering his reply.
"The Clone Wars, huh? That was a rough time. I'm sorry for your loss, Pal. I can't imagine losing a kid." Gryn shook his head. "I mean, until today, I couldn't even imagine having a kid. Got any advice?"
The Wookiee's laughter echoed throughout the cockpit and down the hallway before he finally was able to mutter something that roughly translated to, "You're going to fuck it up. But that's okay. We all do. Hang in there. You'll figure it out."
"Gee, thanks," Gryn said, getting up out of his seat. He was restless. "You good to get us to the destination?"
He didn't wait for a reply. He found himself drawn down the corridor, back to his bunk. He stopped by the clothing refresher. He pulled the soiled panties out of his pocket. They were so small. He compared them to his memory of Bela's panties. Somehow, to his horror, this little wad of white fabric was even more arousing.
"The fuck is wrong with me?" he wondered aloud as he dropped them into the cleaning machine.
He slipped quietly into his bunk. The small mound of child under the covers stirred but did not wake. He looked at the mop of her hair, spilled out over the pillow. I always loved to watch her mother sleep. Seeing Gyndi this way stirred his heart so confusingly. She looked like a little version of the beauty he'd fallen in love with a decade ago. Those lips, so pouty and soft. Those cheeks, smooth and rounded. And where the corners of her lips met the fullness of her cheeks, the hint of a curl, like she's always amused at something -- even while she sleeps.
He couldn't take his eyes off her, even as he started to undress. He tossed his jacket over onto the chair. He pulled his shirt up over his head and scratched the itchiness of his hairy chest. He kicked off his boots and added them to the pile. His gunbelt, he hung carefully on a hook by the door, within reach from the bed. As he unfastened his pants and started to slide them down, he wondered how this was going to work. He'd shared the bed before, of course. He shared it with her mother once. As he kicked his pants aside, he realized that Gyndi might have been conceived in this bed for all he knew.
It felt wrong, somehow, to lift the cover and see her little body, naked from the waist down, exposed to his eyes. Even more so that the feeling of wrongness didn't stop him from crawling under the covers with her. He brushed her hair away from his half of the pillow and settled in behind her like spoons in the drawer. She was a bit sprawled, taking up too much of his space. He positioned an arm, scooted a leg, nudged her bottom over until he could fit comfortably beside her.
He gazed at her cherubic face, and he sighed. He gently raised his hand and drew the back of his finger down the roundness of her cheek.
"S'nice, Daddy," she muttered, and she turned toward him, nuzzling into his shoulder.
"I didn't mean to wake you, Meiloo," he whispered.
Her little eyes blinked open. She reached up and ran her fingers down the scruff on his cheek. The simplicity of that act, so tender, so vulnerable, so loving, broke his heart.
"I never had a daddy before," she said. "Will you take care of me?"
He reached up and caught her little hand by the wrist as she started to pull it away from his face. He brought her palm to his lips and kissed it. She was soft, and her hand was so small. He let her go, and she put her hand around his neck and buried her face in his chest.
"You're different than Mommy," she muttered.
His pulse raced as she nuzzled her nose in his chest hair. She was so trusting of this man she'd just met. He reached up and put his hand on the back of her head. Her hair was so soft. His breath caught in his throat as he heaved a sigh. He realized he was trembling and that his cock had begun to swell.
"Turn over, Gyndi," he said. She let go of his neck and did as she was told. That very act endeared her to him. Bela never did as she was told. He pulled her body against his and flinched as he felt her bare ass press against his thickening cock where it was trapped in his underwear.
"Your thing is poking me," she said.
He was speechless for a moment before he croaked out, "Oh. Uh, I can move it...if it's bothering you."
"S'okay," she muttered, and she wriggled her butt against him. He swallowed to stifle a groan. "Did you really put that thingy inside Mommy? It's so big."
Her ass against his cock made him throb. It was pure torture to have her warm body pressed against him. Even more so that she was talking so unabashedly about sex while doing so.
"It's really warm, Daddy," she sighed. "You said it feels good. Does it feel good when it gets big like that?"
Gryn's cock ached, truth be told. It was sore from having stroke himself to climax, and Gyndi's little ass smashing against it was actually making him hurt in a way that was driving him insane.
"Hush, Gyndi," he snapped. He felt bad, but he couldn't let her keep torturing him. "We need some sleep," he said more kindly. He brushed her hair back from her cheek and leaned over and kissed her.
"'Kay, Daddy," she murmured.
"Goodnight, Meiloorun."
She giggled, and then he heard her breathing even out. Even then, though, his erection didn't diminish. He didn't want it to. Despite how sore it felt, despite how wrong he felt about getting hard from a little girl, he didn't want his erection to fade. Occasionally, he would thrust it against her sleeping body every so gently, stifling the moan that he felt.
I'm a horrible person, he thought as he pressed his hard dick against her tiny ass. This is so wrong! But he couldn't stop. With the tiniest of thrusts, he ground his cock against his child's bottom. It felt so good, so wonderful -- in part because of how wrong it felt.
Why does she have to keep asking about sex?
He reached around her and pulled her body against him, his trembling hand on her hip, drawing her to him, leveraging her body against him for his own debased pleasure.
She asked if it feels good when it gets big. Oh, Gyndi! If you only knew!
His breath was coming more ragged. His thrusts were becoming more needful. He pressed against her more forcefully. Her body moved with his force, but she didn't stir. He tried another thrust, slightly more forceful. The way her body moved filled him with more lust. That's what it would look like if I was fucking her, he mused. If my cock was inside her little... Oh fuck!
His loins surged with need. Her little cherubic face looked so peaceful as her body rocked from him pressing his dick against her ass over and over. And then...
"Gyndi!" he gasped.
Gryn's body convulsed as he came, shooting his seed into his underwear as he pressed it against his daughter's bottom. He trembled. He panted. Electricity surged in his dick as each load shot forth. It felt so fulfilling, so incredible, so good. He realized that he'd closed his eyes shut in his ecstasy, and he opened them slowly to see Gyndi's little face looking over her shoulder at him.
"It was like riding an eopie." She smiled.
"Gyndi...I...uh..." he stammered, terrified.
She pressed her ass back against him.
"Your underwear gets wet too," she said.
He had no response. His mouth was frozen in a perpetual O.
"It keeps throbbing," she said, and she wriggled against it.
"I'm so sorry," he croaked. "It was wrong of me. I..."
"I saw men do that to Mommy," she said. "A lot. She never knew, but I always tried to watch."
Gryn let out his breath. The look on Gyndi's face was somewhere between confused and pensive as her brow knit together.
"I shouldn't have done that," he whispered. "Gyndi, I promise that..."
"Mommy said men do that because they love her and think she's pretty," Gyndi interrupted. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
Gryn nodded as tears of guilt flooded his eyes.
She reached around and touched his cock as it continued throbbing against his will. He flinched, but it didn't stop her from wrapping her fingers around the girth of his meat, through his underwear.
"So big," she gasped, panting. She let it go and turned her head back to lay on her pillow, tucking her hands underneath it. "I love you too, Daddy," she said. With that, she closed her eyes.
Gryn lay there in shock. He'd just cum against his daugher' ass -- this helpless little creature who needed him to protect he, to help her survive. He'd abused her, debased her, used her for his own pleasure. Oh, stars, so much pleasure. He couldn't remember the last time he'd cum that good. His cock finally started to deflate, and he felt the cum start to cool and congeal.
"It's cold and sticky," Gyndi whispered, her eyes still closed.
"Sorry, I...I'll clean it up."
Gryn sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his underwear down. The cum was thick and milky. It stuck to his cock head, and globs of it suck to his belly. He used the underwear to wipe the cum from his skin, and then he threw the underwear on the floor. He got back under the covers, now completely nude, laying on his back. He could feel the heat of Gyndi's body radiating next to him. It was as comforting as it was confusing.
I'm a horrible father. I'm not cut out for this. I'm the worst kind of scum. Those indictments played over and over in his mind. Then Gyndi turned in her sleep, and her little arm reached across his belly. It rested there, warm, comforting, sweet.
He thought about her curiosity. Knowing that she'd seen her mother fucking made her curiosity make more sense. He supposed, as her father, it was his job now to explain all of that to her. But not by humping her ass when she's trying to sleep! he chided himself.
He heard a tiny snore come from her dainty, little nose. She was at peace, resting, relaxed, happy even. Somehow, her slumber gave him permission to relax. It would be impossible for her to sleep if she really felt abused, right? And with that, he let the fatigue of his orgasm wash over him. He put his hand on hers and closed his eyes, drifting off himself.
Gryn woke up with a start. His cock was aching, but more than that, he felt a jolt of painful electricity surge delightfully from it. He looked down to see Gyndi. She had pulled the covers off of him and had her face down next to his engorged morning erection.
"Eopie," she said quietly, and she pushed down on his dick then pulled her finger away to watch it spring back up. She was playing. Just a child, using a grown man's cock as a toy. Her touch made him moan. The delightful soreness in his twice-sore shaft made him groan. He put his hand over his dick, stopping its painful bouncing and taking away Gyndi's fleshy toy.
She reached out to touch it again, but Gryn slapped her hand away, making her wince.
"Don't," he barked, drawing her attention up to his face. She looked up in fear, and immediately he melted.
He saw her shrink back, and only then did he realize that she'd had her naked ass in the air. He reached out and lay a hand on her bare thigh as she sat on her haunches on the bed. She tucked a hair behind her ear.
"Sorry, Daddy," she murmured. "I was just remembering how it felt when you did that thing last night." She looked remorseful, confused, her eyes downcast.
"It gets sore sometimes. You can't play with it like that. And it's ..." He cleared his throat. Did a father really have to have this talk with his daughter? "It's sensitive when it gets big like this."
"Oh," she replied.
"You have to be gentle."
"Okay," she whispered. Her contrite attitude broke his heart. "I thought it would feel good. You made those happy sounds that Mommy used to make last night. At least she always said they were happy sounds. They sound painful. But...I just didn't know." Her chin wobbled as the emotion of regret overwhelmed her.
"Hey," Gryn said, sitting up. He reached out and touched her cheek just as a tear burst free. "I know you didn't know, Gyndi," he said kindly. He held her face in both his hands, wiping her tears away with his thumbs. She was more beautiful than Bela. Maybe that was why he leaned in and kissed her gently on the mouth.
"It's okay, Meiloo," he whispered. "It's okay."
He kissed her again. Her tiny lips trembled. They were so soft. So incredibly soft. She offered no resistance. He pulled back and looked at her He wanted her to feel okay. He wanted to calm her, sooth her. He leaned in and kissed her again. And again. Then she kissed him back, and it made both his heart and his cock swell.
"You keep kissing me," she whispered.
"Yeah, I ..." he stammered, looking for an explanation.
"You must really love me or something."
He looked at her. He nodded.
"I love you, too," she said, and she threw herself into his arms, knocking him down onto his pillow.
Her mouth found his as she wrapped her arms around him. He parted his lips, letting her press her lips to his. Her body slid down, and her pussy pressed against his cock. She gasped. He kissed her again, sitting up. He put his hands on her waist, feeling how slender, how impossibly small she was. He pulled her to him, making her bald, little cunt press against his shaft. He thought of how many times he'd held her mother on his lap like this. He knew he should push her away, but he only wanted to pull her closer. He looked down to see her pale legs spread out as they straddled his hips: a tiny version of the woman she came from.
"It's warm," she sighed. She wriggled, making him moan, and then her labia parted, and he felt her warmth, her moisture meet him.
"You're wet," he gasped. This was torture. What was happening? His daughter's pussy lips were enveloping his raging erection as they parted around his shaft.
"It happened when you kissed me," she said, and she leaned in and kissed him again.
"Gyndi!" he said, taking her by the shoulders and pushing her away. "We have to be stop. Oh, this is so bad."
He lifted her off of him and set her down beside him. The moisture she left on his shaft immediately cooled. It sent shivers up his spine.
"What did I do wrong?" she asked, her eyes flooding again.
"Nothing, Baby. It's not you. You're just..." he reached over and touched her face. "Curious."
She nodded.
"I have to get dressed. Ukky has been flying the whole time we've been sleeping. Get up. Get some clothes on. Do you know how to cook anything?"
She shook her head no.
"Doesn't matter. We'll scrounge something up in the mess for now. Go on," he prompted, throwing her pants to her. "Get dressed."
"But I don't have my panties," she said, looking down at the wadded pants he'd tossed her.
"Oh, right," he muttered, pulling his own pants on. He grabbed up his underwear, now dried and crusty with his cum and went out into the corridor to the laundry machine. He opened it, took out her panties and threw his underwear in. Behind the closed door of the little laundry closet, he took a deep breath.
"The fuck is wrong with me?" he panted.
His dick was finally deflating. It bobbed ever downward with each beat of his heart. Looking down at the delicate fabric in his hands, though, the lace trim... He closed them in his fist, not wanting to feel tempted anymore.
"Oh, my stars, help me," he muttered as he headed back to his chambers.
"Put these on," he said, tossing them to Gyndi. He tried not to look at her, tried to not watch her pull them up her pale, creamy legs. She laid back on the bed with her legs in the air, raising her little ass. He saw it all out of the corner of his eye as he pulled on his boots.
"Are you mad at me, Daddy?" she asked once she had her pants on.
He looked up as he finished buckling his boots.
"What? Why?" he grunted shortly.
"You seem mad," she shrugged.
"This is just..." He cleared his throat. "Everything is new. I'm not used to having a daughter... or anyone, for that matter."
"Oh," she said. She got up and put her own boots on. "I like when you kiss me," she said matter of factly.
He pulled on his shirt, grabbed his gun belt and opened the door.
"C'mon. Let's get some grub."
"I appreciate you keeping an eye on things," Gryn said, patting Ukky on the shoulder. "Go grab you some grub in the mess hall if you want. I'm not sure what I have that's good for Wookiees, but we'll pick up some supplies when we get paid for this shipment on ..." He looked at the control panel. "Toydaria?" Gryn shrugged. "Well, hopefully they have enough trade there to have something other than Toydarian fare. If not, Nal Hutta's not far away."
Gryn looked up to see Gyndi walk into the cockpit, a meiloorun fruit in hand. There was a big bite taken out of it.
"Are you eating my shipment?" Gryn asked, teasingly, but Gyndi's eyes were transfixed on Ukky. "Oh, yeah. Gyndi, Ukky. Ukky, this is my ... daughter," his eyes moved from her eyes down to her lips, wet with the meiloorun juices. A drip slipped down toward her chin. He reached out and caught it on his finger and brought it to his mouth, sucking it dry with a smack. "Gyndi."
"Yrr a Wwkkee?" she asked, her mouth full of fruit pulp.
Ukky nodded and barked a quiet hello.
"Whaddy say?" she asked after gulping down her bit.
"He said you're small for a human puppy."
"I'm not a puppy!" she said indignantly to Ukky. "I'm a kitty. I'm a lothcat. Purrrrr."
Ukky barked a laugh that startled Gyndi and then made her laugh.
"Can I pet your fur, Ukky?" she asked, her eyes big with sincerity.
"Gyndi, don't bother my copilot," Gryn said, exasperatedly, but Ukky offered his arm to Gyndi's sticky fingers.
"You're soft, Ukky," she said. "Can you teach me Wookiee? How do you say lothkitty in Wookiee language?"
Ukky made a purring bark that made Gyndi giggle. Then she copied him, trilling the purr in the back of her throat, raising her chin to the ceiling to make the sound happen.
Ukky laughed at her, and she laughed back.
"Okay, that's enough Wookiee lessons for now. Ukky needs some rest," Gryn interrupted, pulling Gyndi by the arm until he had her positioned by the navigator's seat, then he pushed her into it. "Sit there." He turned to his controls then turned back to her. "And don't touch anything." He patted her on top of the head and gave her cheek a tiny slap for emphasis.
Ukky got up to leave, having to bend over to not bump his head on the ceiling control panels. He turned before he left and grumbled some sounds at Gryn.
"I know, Buddy. These old YT-1000s don't have the get up and go that the new 1200 and 1300 models do."
Ukky chattered, gesticulation with his hands.
"Yeah, I'd love to modify the drive to give it better velocity in hyperspace, but I don't have the skills for that. Besides, the parts would be outrageously expensive. I got a kid to feed and a crew to pay now."
Ukky mumbled a few words and folded his arms.
"You know how to do it, huh?"
Ukky nodded.
"Okay, but what about the parts?"
Ukky growled a long purr.
"I'm bored, Daddy," Gyndi complained, taking another bite of her fruit. Gryn raised a finger to her face to silence her.
"Let the men talk, Gyndi," he told her. "Oh, you know a guy?" he responded to Ukky. "Well, I still don't know that I have the capitol. Unless..."
Ukky cocked his head to one side, listening.
"Would he be willing to trade services for parts? I could do a run or two for him to pay for the goods. Maybe do the first one, get the parts installed, and then give him one more run so he sees what the Hand can do with an upgraded drive. Whaddya think?"
Ukky nodded encouragingly.
"So where is this guy?"
Ukky bent over the main console and pulled up the coordinates.
"Nar Shaada, huh? Why am I not surprised? Alright. Once we drop this shipment and get paid, contact your guy. Find out what his price is."
Ukky nodded and turned to go.
"Dadd-ddyyyy," Gyndi grumbled.
Gryn swivelled his seat to face her.
"What?" he snapped. Then caught himself, running his fingers through his hair to quieten his nerves. He took a deep breath. "What is it, Gyndi?" he asked more calmly.
"You don't have to snap at me," she pouted, folding her arms.
Gryn let out a long, exasperated sigh and turned back to his console, calculating their arrival time.
"I was only asking a question," she mumbled.
"Gyndi, I need to focus on this for a minute, can you just..." he looked around the cockpit. Surely there was something that would entertain a kid for a few hours until they arrived. Everything his eyes landed on, he realized, was something fragile, complex, important, dangerous. This was no place for a kid. He turned to her and suddenly felt a little pity for the situation she'd been thrust into.
"I'm sorry. What is it, honey?" he asked.
"Do you think Mommy's okay?"
Gryn took a deep breath and let it out. The thought of what Bela was probably going to endure sickened him. She would be a drugged whore, used by hundreds, maybe thousands of men before she was cast aside and left to be consumed by the wasting disease that the rhyll would inflict on her body. And that's assuming that something sexually transmitted didn't kill her first.
He looked at Gyndi and saw Bela's eyes looking back at him. He reached over and took her hand, her sticky hand and pulled her to his lap.
"Want to help me fly the ship?" he asked.
He sat her facing away from him, her back to his belly. He wrapped his arms around her and swivelled back to the controls.
"So many lights," she whispered, looking down at the panel. She reached out her hand toward them, but Gryn slapped it away. "Ow!"
"Don't. Touch. Anything. Not unless I tell you to. Got it?"
She nodded as she put the back of her hand to her lips.
"That hurt, Daddy," she mumbled.
"Good. Remember that hurt next time you think you want to touch the pretty lights."
Gryn took her hand and brought it to his own lips and kissed it. She smiled.
"Your whiskers are prickly," she said, rubbing the back of her hand against the stubble of his cheek.
"Give me a bite of that meiloo, Meiloo," he said. She lifted it to his mouth and giggled when he took a huge bite.
"Rawr," she said, baring her teeth. "You're like a cave worm."
Gryn chuckled.
Then she leaned in close and whispered, "Your thingy looks like a cave worm when it's not hard."
Gryn's face blushed. He suddenly felt the heat of her body against his chest, in his lap.
"But don't worry. I'm not scared," she whispered.
"Gyndi, we can never tell anybody that you've seen my..." He gulped. "...cock."
"Kay," she whispered in reply. "I won't tell, Daddy."
His tortured, swollen dick began to swell again.
"It's poking me," she whispered. Then she turned back to the panel and mimed holding the control stick. She made whooshing sound effects, pretending to fly her daddys' ship.
Gryn took the meiloorun from her hand and set it on a bare, flat spot on the console. The proximity alarm was flashing green. They were nearing a planet. He took Gyndi's hand and guided it to the stick, wrapping his hand around hers. Then he took her other hand and placed it there as well, just below her first hand.
"Hold on tight, Baby," he said, and he reached over and pulled the hyperdrive lever back. The whirl of hyperspace transformed into the streak of stars as they came out of their jump. His stomach lurched. He wrapped his free arm around Gyndi to hold her in place.
"Whoa," she gasped as the green, marble sphere of Toydaria grew to fill their viewport.
"Gently," he said, nudging the stick over to the right, making the Hand bank, rolling on its axis until they were facing the landing coordinates. "Now we slowly push forward. We want to just start to dip into the atmosphere."
"What's this do?" Gyndi asked, looking at a big, green button that flashed on the panel in front of her. Without waiting for Gryn to respond, she pushed. It. The ship's engines cut out, and they began to nosedive toward the planet. They both fell forward as the planet's gravity overpowered the ship's own artificial gravity. Gryn was held in place by his seatbelt, but Gyndi's weight slid foward, pushing on the control stick.
"Shit!" Gryn barked, swatting her hand away, hitting the button, and pulling back on the stick, fighting the weight of Gyndi's body against it. "Gyndi, lean back!" he barked, but she was at the mercy of gravity as the ship dove down. It took all his strength to fight the pull of her body, and wrest the ship back into control. His brow was drenched as he managed to pull up, bumping through the density of the atmosphere as they approached the mountains, managing to get altitude enough to find their landing zone and then guide it gently down.
He held Gyndi tight to his chest until the landing cycle finished and the Calloused Hand was safely moored on her pad in the mountainside platform of the spaceport. As the steam valves hissed outside their cockpit, Gryn pushed Gyndi off his lap, and spun her around to face him.
"What were you thinking?" he yelled. "You almost got us killed! On Toydaria of all places! We could have plowed into a mountain!"
She stood silently. Her bottom lip began to tremble.
"Well?!" he yelled.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled.
"Sorry's not good enough," Gryn said cooly. He felt the blood drain from his face as he realized what he had to do. He had to teach her a lesson.
The look on Gryn's face terrified Gyndi. He pulled her to him and bent her over his knee.
"If you're going to fly in this ship with me, you're going to have to learn to respect me," he said.
Gryn reared his hand back and brought it down onto her ass with a muffled slap. It wasn't good enough. She flinched, but she didn't cry. He pulled her pants and panties down, yanking them to the middle of her thighs. He put his hand on her butt cheeks, rubbing it a moment before he pulled back and let her have it. The crack of his palm on her skin filled the cockpit. It was a satisfying smack. It burned his hand. He did it again. And again. Her little legs kicked. He was vaguely aware of her whimpering. But all that mattered in that moment was how good it felt to smack her bottom. He lost count. He looked down and her pale skin was lit up red. His hand ached. It was a very fulfilling ache.
He realized that she was crying, blubbering. Then he also realized that his dick was rock hard and pressed into her belly. He laid his hand on his daughter's bottom and felt the warmth. It stirred something in him, something between his belly and his loins.
"Are you sorry for what you did?" he asked, coming out of his daze with a sense of control like he'd never felt before.
"Y-yes, D-dad-ddy," she sobbed.
He sat her up in his lap. Her bare bottom pressed its angry heat against his throbbing dick. He put his hands on her thighs. The skin was so soft, so supple. He dragged his fingers up from her where her pants and panites were bunched up above her knees, up to the tops of her thighs.
"Apologize to me," he ordered quietly.
"I'm s-sorry, Daddy," she sniffled.
His fingers traced her legs again, this time on the insides of her thighs. He nudged them apart, and she opened them. His daughter spread her thighs for his hands, and he slowly brought his fingers up, up higher, closer to her sex.
"You're hard, Daddy," she said, with a sniff.
He didn't stop his fingers when they got within inches of her puffy lips. Her legs were draped over each of his thighs. She was open. She was supple. He drew his hands right up to his daughter's pussy. Beating her, making her cry had given him clarity. He was her father. She was his.
He felt the moisture on the outside of her cunt, and he sighed. He touched her. Her body trembled, shivered for a moment.
"Say it again," he whispered.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she panted.
Gryn pushed a finger into her slit, molesting his daughter. Feeling the warm, smooth, silky texture of her pussy.
"I love you, Gyndi," he said as he pushed his finger into his daughter's cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhh," she sighed.
He pushed until he felt resistance. His finger met her hymen. He stopped pressing when she gasped, taking a sharp intake of breath.
"You're my daughter," he whispered in her ear, leaning over her shoulder.
"Uh huh," she sighed. She reached a pudgy hand down to cover his.
"I'm touching your pussy," he breathed.
"Yeahhhhhh," she exhaled.
"Does it feel good?"
She nodded, pressing her hand against his, making his finger go into her again.
"Did your thingy feel this good when you pushed it against me last night?" she asked suddenly, turning to him.
"Yes," he replied honestly.
She smiled.
He pulled her head back against his chest and moved his finger up and down her slit in slow motions.
"Are we fucking?" she asked.
"Don't say naughty words. I'll have to spank you again."
She shivered.
Gryn reached between their bodies and managed to get down his zipper and free his cock. He held it like the control stick, guiding it to her wet hole. He yearned to shove it in. He wanted to feel her tight pussy envelop him. His body was crying out to take her, but he knew he would hurt her, rip her, split her in two. He merely slipped it up and down her slit, spreading her soft, wet lips with his head.
"Ohhh, Daddyyyyy," she melted.
"You like my thingy on your pussy?"
"Uhn huh," she panted. "Feels good."
"Oh, Gyndi," he grunted as her moisture enveloped his head.
"Oh!" she whimpered to feel him slide into her slit.
"Your cunt is so wet."
Words failed them both at that point. The little girl was lost in a sea of sensations. She felt tingly all over. Her body vibrated. She felt hot. She felt electric. The man felt a burning desire. He knew what it meant to be satisfied, and he was determined to feel satisfied with her. He looked down over her shoulder and saw the head of his dick emerge from between her puffy lips. He pulled his hips back, watching it disappear and then thrust out to see it press its way free under her hood, rubbing the bottom side of her clit. She whimpered.
"I'm going to cum on your pussy, Gyndi," he said, as he felt his libido increasing.
"Huh?"
"The squirting I made last night. I'm going to squirt my cum on your little pussy."
"Kay, Daddy," she purred. She had no idea what his words meant. She barely heard them. Whe he spoke, she merely felt the vibrations from his chest shaking her spine and sending delightful chills up and down her body.
"I'm gonna... Oh, Gyndi, I'm gonna cum on you. Ungh!"
The first squirt of hot fluid hit her with a jolt as his semen surged up between her labia and struck the underside of her clit.
"Ah!" she gasped. It was more intense than anything she'd ever felt.
"I'm cumming," he grunted, thrusting his dick up into her fold, plowing, furrowing between her tiny, wet lips.
Another blast surged against her cunt, oozing out the top of her slit.
"Unnngh," she moaned.
There was an itch, deep in her body. She desperately wanted to scratch it, this hot, impending urge. She had no idea, though, how to reach it.
Gryn squirted again, thrusting as he did, making his dickhead plow up and rub into the semen dripping from the hood of her clitoris as another wad shot out, sending waves of frustration pleasure across her cunt.
"Daddy," she cried. She was so close to something amazing, but she had no idea where it was or how to get there.
"I'm cumming all over your little pussy, Gyndi," he whispered. His balls surged again and again until his spurts became dribbles. He felt the sloppy mess he'd made between her lips. His legs were weak. He could barely get enough breath. And the electricity still sizzled through his loins.
"Oh fuck," he panted. "That was..."
"Good," Gyndi murmured.
"We can never tell anybody," he suddenly snapped. "Never. You can't tell anyone how you've touched my dick or how I've touched your cunt."
"They're touching each other," she whispered.
"Okay?" he barked.
"Kay, Daddy," she mewled.
Just then a screen lit up on his control panel, he saw an alien face standing near his boarding ramp. It must be the dock supervisor. He punched a button near the screen.
"Yeah. Be right there!" he yelled.
"Ugh, you gotta open for Toydaria inspection," flying grub-like face said, hovering in view on his screen.
"Yeah. I just... I'll be there in a second. I just gotta..." Clean my semen off my daughter's pussy lips. "Hold on, will ya? I'll be there in a second."
He let go of the talk button and pushed Gyndi off his lap. He turned her around and saw the milky ooze seeping from between her puffy lips. It was the most glorious thing he'd ever seen.
"You're messy," she said, pointing at his cock.
"So're you," he said, and he pulled her panties up and covered her sloppy pussy with them. He patted her right over her cleft and felt the soft squish of his semen under the fabric. Then he pulled her pants up too. "Go to our room. Stay in the bunk. Don't leave until I come for you. And don't you dare take your panties off until I tell you it's okay."
Gryn felt that burning in his loins again. So sexual but so different. The knowledge that his cum was going to congeal and dry on her virgin pussy made him ache with a fiery sense of control.
He turned her around, patted her butt, and she walked off down the corridor. Her gait was off as she no doubt felt his cum oozing around in her nethers. He let out a happy sigh as he tucked his deflated dick, sloppy with her moisture and his cum, back into his pants.
He heard a banging on the boarding ramp.
"Keep your fucking pants on," he mumbled. Then he chuckled at the irony.