Chapter 33: Violation

15 November 2025

Bob watched his daughter’s eyes as he moved. The gleaming sapphires were tracking him, as if they were locked on his body.

Olivia showed no shame at all in seeing her father naked and aroused. If anything, she seemed even more excited than before. Hungrier.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, Livy.”

“I’m thinking about how hot it was watching you fuck Mum and Jenny. And about how much I need you to want to fuck me if that’s your desire. I can’t help myself when it comes to you. I can’t hold back in any way. Even now, I can’t edit myself or stop sharing my innermost thoughts because it feels too right to just keep going.”

Bob noticed that his daughter’s nipples were hardened and indenting the fabric of her T-shirt. She hadn’t bothered to wear a bra today. Her lovely little breasts do fine without one.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are, my dear?”

She shook her head and blushed.

“You’ve called me pretty a lot. And cute. But the only time that I remember you calling me beautiful was last year when we went to the opera in Paris. Mum made me wear that fancy dress.”

He smiled at the memory. “Ah, yes. We saw Madama Butterfly. And you wore your hair up.”

“I didn’t think you noticed that. You barely looked at me.”

“I always notice you, Livy. I’ve always loved you.”

She squirmed again.

“Dad, I feel so strange. I can remember what we used to be. But it feels so far away. I’m so nervous and needy right now.”

Bob moved next to her and gently held her face in his hand.

“Why are you nervous, love?”

“I’m afraid that you won’t want me. Or that I’ll let you down somehow. I’m not… I’ve never done that before.”

Olivia’s admission caught Bob enough off guard to shake him from his fevered thoughts. My daughter is a virgin, and I’m fantasising about fucking her?

“Daddy? Are you worrying?”

“What? Oh, um, of course not.”

“Don’t lie to me, Daddy. I see things too. You have tells. I’m surprised Mum hasn’t told you about them.”

He smiled and thought about how normal this conversation felt, despite this being such a fucked-up situation.

“And what, pray tell, do you see in me?”

“Your face scrunches when you get worried. Like you’re feeling the weight of the world.”

“I suppose I am. You are my world, Livy. Do you have any idea what I’ve been contemplating?”

She nodded.

“Yes, Daddy. I know exactly what you’ve been thinking.”

She stood up and suddenly her body was up against his. His naked body.

“You’ve been thinking about me. You’ve been thinking about making me do things for you.”

She walked forward and her hands slipped up to touch his chest. He didn’t feel pushed, but he couldn’t help but back up. A couple of steps later, his legs were against the foot of the bed.

“You should know that I’ve been thinking about those things too, Daddy. You’ve always been my hero. The man to whom I compare everyone else.”

One last slight push, and he sat back onto the bed.

Olivia looked down at him, her brilliant eyes glowing. And then her hands reached down, and she peeled her shirt up, revealing her body to him.

“I want you to be my first, Daddy. I need my Master to be happy with me. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

He watched as her breasts rose and fell with her quickening breaths. Her nipples had hardened even more, and were standing so erectly. The coloured streaks of her hair framed her innocent face, and he couldn’t look away.

“Please let me, Daddy. Please make me.”

She slid down to her knees at his feet and looked at him with pleading eyes.

Something in Bob’s mind clicked into place, and his cock sprang back up again.

“Livy, baby, I want you to use your mouth on me. I’ll guide you and you will please me.”

“Mmmm, yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”

“Livy, start by kissing the tip, slowly and gently. Get used to the taste, and the shape. And don’t be surprised when you taste the first drops. That’s the pre-cum. It’s a very good sign.”

Olivia nodded and leaned close to him. Her lips made the first contact with his head, like a chaste kiss. The connection between her mouth and his cock was electric.

He didn’t even prompt her, and she moved quickly to tiny licks. And then her hand took his shaft and held it lovingly. She didn’t want to let it get away from her.

Olivia was gasping, and soon she had opened her mouth and taken him into her. Her lips wrapped around him, and she plunged deep. He could see her eyes closing, and her lids vibrating.

Is she having an orgasm from just this?

Bob was shocked by her performance. Not because it was his daughter, or because she was sucking his cock. He was surprised by her talent. She didn’t gag despite taking him so deep. She is a fucking natural.

He was so sensitive after the earlier shag, and Olivia was blowing his mind. Her cheeks flared out as she took him deeply, and then cratered as she slid him out, with only his head remaining trapped in her warm, loving mouth.

Her pace accelerated, with her head and her hand moving in perfect time. She was reaching the most sensitive points along the underside of his length, and all around his head. Bob knew he had no hope of lasting.

“Oh, God,” he moaned, and he fell back onto the bed. Olivia rose up and pistoned on him. Faster and faster, and…

She gulped as he climaxed. She was slurping his seed without even pausing. It was overwhelming him.

“Stop… oh, God, so good. Stop, baby.”

Olivia slowed as she bottomed out, her lips fully against the base of his shaft. Then she slowly slithered up the length and satisfyingly popped as his head dropped between his legs.

“Oh, fuck, Daddy. That was so good.”

“Yes,” he sighed. “So, so good.”

He heard and felt as she climbed onto the bed and crawled next to him. She pressed her naked chest against him, and snuggled into his side.

“Thank you, Master. I can’t ever get enough of you.”

Bob opened his eyes to look at his come-drunk daughter, and saw her eyes glowing red as she closed them and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Good girl," he whispered.

She shivered one last time, and then didn’t stir.

She remained still, with her eyes closed and what he could see of her face looking so peaceful.

He lay there questioning silently what he had done. No matter how much power he had, and how much she said she wanted and needed it, had he become a monster doing this to his daughter?

But on the other hand, how could he ever go back to the world before he acquired this power? She told him how much she loved him. She showed him that she was so deeply passionate for him. And, he had to admit, he loved this far more than he imagined possible.

Definitely far more than he should have.

The thrill of it - of owning Livy so completely that even the taboo of their relationship was a hotter fuel for her desire - only fed and justified his perception of godhood.

Author's Note: This scene has been anticipated for a while, and it is what I put the initial warning up for. I didn't want readers to be surprised when it finally happened. I hope you find it acceptable in the story. Obviously, this sort of thing would be totally inappropriate and wrong in the real world. Remember that this is only fantasy.