Well... you try to think about it...

This man, a man you know only as "Daddy," a man old enough to be your grandfather, just came deep inside your recently deflowered pussy-- something which was also his doing. Why did it feel so amazing, even though every synapse in your mind should have been screaming out against it?

Your brow furrows, your knowledge suddenly fuzzy in your memories. What did they say about your first time and getting pregnant, again? The more you think on it, the more your mind wants to say it's not possible to get pregnant the first time you have sex. But, does this still count as the first time? He fucked you earlier, but you didn't orgasm then.

...

Why are you even so worked up about this? You undeniably enjoyed yourself, so what's the big deal?

Before you can question the situation any further, you let out a gasp of surprise, feeling another thrust up inside you. For a man of his age, he certainly has a lot of stamina. He pushes himself to his hands and knees, smiling down at you once again, that predatory gleam in his eye back in full ****.

"I just can't seem to keep it down around you, Princess," he says, running his hands down your sides to your hips as his feet fall to the floor, cock still sawing slowly in and out of you. You merely moan in response. You let out a feeble cry of protest as he pulls out of you, only to be met with his chuckle. Suddenly, he grasps your hips, using them to flip you over onto your stomach. Then, he forces himself almost violently back inside. Once again, he pounds away at you, practically using you as a sex toy for his own enjoyment.

"Daddy~!" you begin screaming out again, hands clawing into the blankets as your toes curl. With the **** behind each of his thrusts, it feels like he is brutally fucking your brains out. Your mind goes blank, unable to process anything beyond the glorious sensations coursing through you. You honestly feel like you could happily accept a life of nothing but this until the day you die.

"Say you're my Princess!" he demands suddenly, one hand grasping your hair to jerk your head up, arching your back. "Say it!"

"I-I'm your P-P-Princesssssssss!" You barely manage to voice the words, feeling as though each thrust of his hips is knocking the wind from you.

"Are you my good Princess?"

"Y-y-yes...!" You yelp, a slap coming across your ass.

""Yes" what?"

"Yes, Daddy! I'm your good Princess!" The words come out like second nature, like a religious doctrine you've learned by heart.

"Will you stay in your castle, Princess?"

"YES!" you scream with reckless abandon, another orgasm ripping through you. He doesn't stop pounding you.

"Who is your King, Princess?"

"Y-you are, Daddy~!"

"Call me Your Majesty." He emphasizes the title with another slap to the ass and a tightening of the grip on your hair, causing you to cry out once more.

"Y-yes, Your Majesty!" You could swear you feel him pick up pace as you address him. Yes... You are a Princess, and he is your Daddy; naturally, he would be your king as well. Of course. How have you never realized this truth before?

"Do you want to give me another little princess, or maybe a prince?"