Saying yes to daddy

Your eyes lock onto the guardian's face—that painfully familiar stern expression that once scolded you for tracking mud through the house. Now it makes your cunt throb with **** wetness. Milk streams from your swollen breasts, trickling down your abdomen as you whimper, "Daddy..."

The construct's glowing eyes narrow. "Such a disobedient girl," he rumbles, his voice vibrating through your bones. His massive hand grips your chin, forcing your gaze upward. "You come into this sacred place armed with defiance instead of reverence." His other hand slides down to cup your milk-slicked breast, thumb circling your hardened nipple. You gasp as fresh milk sprays across his fingers. "Your body knows its purpose. Why does your mind still resist?"

Tears well in your eyes as pleasure wars with shame. "I'm sorry, Daddy," you **** out, hips rocking involuntarily against the air. "I'll be good now—I promise!" Your enhanced womb clenches around emptiness, aching to be filled. The guardian's erection strains against his loincloth, the thick outline making your mouth water.

"Prove it," he commands, releasing your chin to unfasten the leather ties at his waist. His cock springs free—thick, veined, and glistening with pre-come at the tip. It pulses with golden light that matches his eyes. "On your knees, daughter. Show me you understand your place."

You drop instantly, stone scraping your knees. The scent of his arousal floods your senses—musky and primal. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips as you stare at the massive cock before you. "Please, Daddy," you beg, hands trembling at your sides. "Let me serve you?"

He fists his cock slowly, golden pre-come beading at the slit. "Open," he orders. You part your lips obediently, tongue extended like an offering. The broad head pushes past your lips, stretching your mouth wide. You gag instinctively as it hits your throat, tears springing to your eyes. "Relax," he growls, hands tangling in your hair. "Take your father's gift."

You **** your throat muscles to loosen, letting him push deeper. Saliva drips down your chin as he fucks your face with slow, powerful thrusts. Each movement drags his cockhead along your palate, triggering gags that make your eyes water. Your nipples leak milk onto the floor beneath you, puddling around your knees. Between your legs, your swollen pussy drips arousal onto the stones.

"Good girl," he praises, and the words send electric pleasure through your core. Your cunt spasms, soaking your thighs. You moan around his shaft, the vibration making him grunt. He pulls out suddenly, leaving you gasping and empty-mouthed. "Now turn around," he commands, slapping your ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. "Present that fertile cunt."

You scramble to obey, turning and bending over with your ass high in the air. Your exposed pussy glistens under the corridor's bioluminescent glow, labia flushed and parted. "Daddy's going to breed you now," he announces, positioning his cock at your entrance. The broad head presses against your slick folds, stretching you open. You cry out as he sheathes himself in one brutal thrust, filling you completely. Your cervix pounds with each heartbeat, begging for seed.

He grips your widened hips, fingers digging into soft flesh as he pistons into you. Each thrust rams his cockhead against your womb's entrance, the impact making your breasts sway and spray milk. "This cunt was made for my cock," he grunts, slamming deeper. "Made to take my seed and swell with life."

"Yes!" you scream, pushing back against him. "Fill me, Daddy! Breed your little girl!" The words spill out before you can stop them—the temple's conditioning erasing your last resistance. Your orgasm crashes over you, cunt clamping around his invading length. Milk gushes from your breasts as your womb convulses, ready for impregnation.

He roars as his thrusts turn erratic, then stills buried deep inside you. You feel hot pulses of cum flooding your fertile womb, thick and abundant. His seed glows gold within you, lighting your abdomen from within. "Pregnant by first planting," the temple's voice echoes in your mind. "The vessel accepts her purpose."