A Brilliant Vision

The view from the library really was something else. A giant wall-to-wall glass window offered a breathtaking panorama of the coast, currently ablaze with the colors of sunset. The sun sank low, setting the sky alight in shades of pink and gold, the waves catching the dying light and scattering it.

Yet even this spectacle was secondary to the scene within. At a desk pressed against the window, giving her a perfect view of the ocean beyond, Alisende was utterly absorbed in her work. Feather quill in hand, she scratched away at a page, surrounded by a jumble of open tomes and scattered notes, apparently oblivious to the majesty playing out outside.

Seated casually on the edge of an empty desk beside her, her back to the view, was Fionne. Her eyes were warm and full of pride, fixed entirely on her daughter.

When Vel entered, it was Fionne who noticed first. A soft smile lifted her lips as her eyes met his.

“Hello, my Love. Do you need me for something?”

Her tone carried nothing but the warmest affection, though a sultry note lingered beneath it, as it often did when she spoke to the love of her life.

Vel returned the smile, drinking in the whole tableau with delight.

“You could say that, Darling. Though I rather think it requires both of you.”

The eyes of both parents fell on Alisende. As usual, it took a few moments for the world around her to penetrate the wall of her work, and they were happy to wait.

Finally, her quill stilled mid-scratch. She blinked once, then twice, and, as if realizing what she had just heard, sprang up from her chair with the energy of someone caught off guard yet utterly delighted. Vel and Fionne’s daughter turned toward him, her eyes alight, moving with an eagerness that belied her usual composure.

“Father!”

Vel spread his arms as she hurried toward him, the joy on his little treasure’s face warming his heart.

Alisende was, like all of her sisters, beautiful. Her chestnut-brown hair was thick and lustrous like her mother’s red mane and would have cascaded down her back in gentle waves if she let it grow any longer than slightly past her shoulders. She preferred it shorter though. Practical, she said. Her eyes, usually a deep forest green, caught the light in such a way that hints of blue appeared at the edges.

She had not inherited her mother’s bust size or curvaceous rear, but her proportions were pleasing all the same, her modest breasts and small yet bouncy ass fitting her surprisingly slight frame well.

She wore a simple short tunic cinched at the waist, allowing her movement to be effortless and showing her slender legs from her mid-thigh and down. Her light caramel skin glowing in the soft sunset light filtering through the window nearly took Vel’s breath away. She had always favored simple, unadorned clothing and rarely wore jewelry or other embellishments, calling them vain trappings.

As soon as she got close enough, his little girl leapt, flinging her petite body into her father’s embrace.

Vel caught her, spinning her around happily as she peppered him with quick, delighted kisses.

After a few seconds, they came to a gentle halt. Alisende pulled back just enough to gaze at him, her eyes full of admiration.

“How goes your work, my Light?”

She beamed at him, making it easy for all to see how she had earned that affectionate nickname.

“Oh, Father, you have no idea what treasures you brought me from that last raid! Some of these books are beyond ancient. At least one is written in a language I’ve never even heard of!”

To most people that last part might be a cause of frustration rather than excitement, but not for his little light.

All of Vel’s daughters were, to varying degrees, intelligent. Some might appear a bit simple or even airheaded, but that was usually a matter of personality, a fleeting attention span, or a lack of interest in certain subjects. None, however, were truly ordinary in intellect. Every girl excelled in her own way, in her own domain. Yet it was no small thing to say that Alisende stood far and above the rest as his most brilliant daughter.

She had inherited her mother’s sharp, analytical mind and knack for rapid reasoning, along with her father’s prodigious memory and natural gift for scholarship. And on top of all that, she carried a handful of other talents of which no one could say where they came from. She was, quite simply, a true genius.

Though she held no official title, Alisende performed a number of vital tasks for Vel. She had masterminded multiple victories for his forces, uncovered invaluable secrets and clues, and even deciphered some of the Order’s oldest texts, a feat no one thought possible. On top of all that, she had taken it upon herself to chronicle her father’s life and rise to power. All that work, but she did it happily, and without ever seeming overwhelmed.

She was also whip-sharp in conversation. None of her sisters, aunts, or even her mother were safe from her razor-sharp mind and barbed tongue, yet she wielded her wit with just enough playfulness to amuse, even when the sting of truth was unmistakable. There was one exception, of course, her father.

One might expect someone so brilliant to be cold and calculating, unfeeling even. But nothing could be further from the truth.

All of Velas’ daughters loved and adored him, of course, but with Alisende it was on another level. It bordered on worship, but it was fundamentally different from worship. Perhaps there was no perfect word for it.

It might read as slightly strange, such a brilliant mind so mindlessly devoted. She herself had explained it on many occasions though.

She, she claimed, more so than anyone grasped just how truly beyond and above their father was. How much power he held over everyone and them in particular. How incredibly fortunate they were that he was such a loving, gentle, lenient, and understanding parent.

If he wished he could hollow them out, remake them as he saw fit, or even unmake them. And yet, he never did. He never altered any of his daughters at all. That alone made him, in Alisende’s eyes, the most benevolent and remarkable being imaginable, and the best father any daughter could ask for.

Giving her a soft, lingering kiss on her lips, Vel gently set his daughter back down. And, in typical Alisende fashion, she proceeded to drop to her knees in front of him, reverently kissing his hand.

“How may I server you, Father?”

Behind her, Fionne’s eyes blazed with pride. It had come as something of a surprise to Vel that Fionne had turned out to, in a way, perhaps be the most fiercely proud mother among his many wives. Rienne on the other hand had expected it.

Despite the two sisters having made peace long ago, a slight rivalry remained. It manifested in a number of ways and, even after two decades, had not fully gone away.

Which made it all the funnier that Alisende’s best friend among her sister swas Rienne’s own daughter, Junea. Those two girls had no patience for or interest in their mothers’ old feud. Vel sometimes wondered if they’d been drawn to each other because they complemented the other’s abilities so well. One had the brains, the other brawn. Perhaps it was a simple matter of opposites attracting?

Alisende getting back to her feet brought him out of his musings. They’d come to rest after spinning in such a way that the panoramic window was now on their left, and more mundane library scenery was now behind his daughter, but she was no less breathtaking for it.

“Ah, yes, I needed help from the both of you.”

Vel nodded gravely, both women giving him their full attention.

“I need to drain my balls inside my brightest daughter most urgently, preferably while I suck on her mother’s tits.”

Alisende looked delighted, Fionne laughed as she walked over to them.

“And here I thought it might be something serious. I should have known better.”

Feigning outrage, Vel looked at her in mock horror.

“Fucking my Little Light is a most serious matter!”

Alisende wasted no time in stripping of her one garment.

“I agree with Dad. This is no laughing matter.”

Her words were slightly undermined by her cheeky smile.

His aunt held up her hands in mock surrender.

“Fine, fine, you win.”

She was unlacing her dress as she spoke, the elegant piece of clothing dropping to the floor as she gracefully stepped out of it.

With both women now naked, there was no time to waste. Vel pulled his curvaceous aunt turned wife in for a deep kiss, groping her chest with one hand and ass with the other.

Breaking the kiss, Vel turned to his naked daughter, who had already positioned herself on her back on a table, legs spread and in the air.

“Darling, get our daughter ready for me please.”

“With pleasure.”

Showing no hesitation, Fionne got to her knees between Alisende’s legs and brought her face to her daughter’s sex, her tongue winding its way into her.

His daughter’s sweet moans as her mother ate her out further inflamed Vel’s passions, and he did not let it go on for more than a few minutes.

“I think that’s quite enough. Are you ready for Daddy, Alis?”

“Always.”

Fionne quickly got up and moved aside, allowing Vel to step into the space she had vacated. He gazed down at his wet and dripping daughter, who beamed up at him while her mother undid his trousers.

His manhood sprang free and immediately smacked into Alisende’s sex, drawing a delighted moan from her lips. The heat of it on his dick was incredible and her juices flooded his shaft.

“Such a good girl, so wet for her father.”

His praise drew another moan from her, and she wiggled her abdomen a little, causing her lips to rub against his dick.

At a nod, Fionne lovingly stroked his back while she took hold of his member and guided it into their daughter.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Alisende sounded almost breathless as Vel penetrated her, breathless with anticipation.

Slowly pushing his hips forward, Vel savored the feeling of his most brilliant offspring’s insides. There was nothing quite like fucking your daughter, he thought.

Fionne was clinging to his side, her hands stroking him all over while he gently fucked her firstborn. He didn’t need to look at her to know her eyes would be brimming with love, pride, and arousal.

Alisende for her part was blissfully moaning, her face scrunched up in ecstasy. The sounds of her squelching pussy sounded oh so sweet in the quiet of the library.

He picked up his pace, the table beginning to creak with the **** of his thrusts. He didn’t care, speeding up further as his daughter screamed in pleasure while her father hammered her cervix over and over again.

“Did you say something about wanting my tits in your moths, Love?”

Fionne was right, he had said that. Their positions were hardly ideal though. Luckily, his clever aunt had a solution.

Climbing onto the already strained table, Fionne Sat on her knees above her daughter, her own dripping wet sex lightly brushing Alisende’s abdomen. This put her chest in easy reach of Vel’s hungry mouth, and he eagerly latched on, drawing out a spurt of rich and delicious milk. Much like her sister, once Fionne’s milk had come in, it had never left, and Vel was grateful for it.

As he switched to his aunt’s other boob his daughter howled in climax, her walls contracting around him. Deciding to let go, Vel shot his load into Alisende just as a fresh batch of her mother’s milk shot into his mouth.