The Morning After

I woke up in the morning and felt like a huge pervert recalling the strange erotic dream I had. There was a pagan orgy at my house. All the teenagers in Hornwood were having wild unrestrained sex like animals in heat. I was in their midst, the guest of honor, repeatedly having sex with my own daughter.

The best sex of my life.

"You're up already, Daddy?" My heart sank when I realized I was lying fully naked and there was another fully naked body pressed against mine. Cassidy. My daughter. My little girl was completely naked next to me.

It wasn't a dream.

"What have I done?" I cried out in despair recalling every detail now. Cassidy giggled in response, "What we should have done a long time ago, Daddy." My daughter grabbed my cock and caressed it, "Seems you got a morning wood even after we had sex all night. Want me to take care of it?"

I protested weakly, "We are father and daughter. We shouldn't be doing … this."

"Says who?" Cassidy asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "The Christians? Those are just lies. They don't have any power here anymore. Hornwood belongs to the old gods now. They don't care if a father and a daughter become lovers."

"Don't-" I whispered but did nothing to stop her.

Cassidy smirked, "You can go to the church and beg for forgiveness or you can let me ride your morning wood. Your choice."

She positioned herself on top of my rock hard manhood and slowly lowered herself. I felt my daughter's tight teenage pussy swallow my hard cock inch by inch. I closed my eyes and made my choice: accepting the return of the old ones to Hornwood.