A vision of a celebration

The big party with everyone had taken place yesterday, on the actual day that Emelie had turned 18. Tonight’s event was only for the adults, Vel’s wives and those daughters who had already reached adulthood ahead of Emelie. Not that they were much older. The oldest among them, Adelicia, had been born only weeks ahead of the silver-haired angel that tonight was all about.

The beauty in question was clearly happy to be the center of attention, and beyond excited for what was still to come. Vel smiled at seeing his little Emelie so happy, surrounded by her sisters and aunts, and of course her own mother. He could make most of them out, certainly every daughter in attendance, but were there a few of his wives who were… Obscured? Blurry? He couldn’t be sure, nor did it matter much. They weren’t the focus here, Emelie was. And she looked truly radiant, wearing nothing but a luxurious silver robe that matched that incredible hair of hers. It was time, he decided. Time to welcome her into the world of the adults and to fully bring her into the fold. He rose from his throne-like chair at the head of the table. There was no need for him to say anything, everyone fell silent, all eyes going first to him, then back to Emelie. She visibly swallowed, happy and excited, but also very nervous. “COME.”

Everyone in the room heard it, the booming voice that seemed to come from all around them, even though no lips had moved anywhere in the large room. And yet they knew that it was directed at only one person. Emelie cautiously made her way towards him, her silver robe and silver hair both rippling beautifully with the movement. She tentatively made her way around the large table, coming to stand in front of her father, the center of her world.

Emelie wasn’t short exactly, but her father still seemed to tower over her. The others had told her she would feel like that. Even Lilly, who was every bit as tall as their dad, said she had felt small before him when it had been her own time. Emelie had so wished she could have been there for that. All this and more Vel saw in his daughter’s mind. He felt the urge to put her at ease, but also knew he shouldn’t overdo it. Today was a momentous occasion, and a bit of trepidation would make it all the more memorable for her, and all the more euphoric when she realized there was nothing scary about it.

“Are you ready, my little Emelie? Are you ready to truly belong to me in every way?” Emelie nodded, steel entering her eyes. “Yes, I am ready. I am ready to swear my oath and be forever yours, Father.” He had known she would say that, but it greatly pleased him even so. He gave her a warm smile, hoping to ease her nerves a little. She smiled back, looking oh so lovely. Her most eye-catching feature was of course her hair. Vel had never seen anything remotely like it, at least not among humans. It was long, straight, immaculate, and shiny silver. Not silvery-blonde, silver. Actual brilliant silver. Her eyes were dark grey, but in no way dull or boring. It was a big part of why one of his nicknames for her was his little Treasure. And she had a body to die for, slender and tight, with long elegant legs and perfectly shaped if modestly sized breasts. Vel also thought that, out of all of his daughter, Emelie looked the most like her own mother. Except for the hair, she was damn near the spitting image of Jeane. Speaking of Jeane.

“Then I call upon Jeane du Duon, my beloved wife, to join us and officiate her daughter’s oath.” There was some applause from the others gathered as Jeane, wearing a lovely dress, made her way to stand besides her husband and daughter. She looked to Vel for confirmation, and he gave her a nod.

Jeane helped her daughter take off the robe, leaving her naked in front of her father. She was beyond sexy, a tiny bit taller and slenderer than her mother. She also seemed much less nervous, finally feeling her father’s gaze on her naked body clearly calmed her. It tended to have that effect on his daughters, it just felt right to them. He also knew she was a confident one, always having great faith in both her abilities and her looks.

She kind of spun in place, doing a little pirouette, her shiny mane of her hair catching the light. “Do you find me pleasing, Daddy?” Vel smiled at her enthusiasm and exuberance. “I do, Treasure, I most definitely do. But the oath comes first, calm yourself.” Her smile didn’t diminish, but she nodded and took a deep breath.

Jeane, doing her very best not to smile at how adorable their daughter was, adopted a grave and serious tone as she spoke. “Are you ready to say your oath?” Still brimming with energy and smiling widely, Emelie nodded. “Then you may begin.”

His naked daughter dropped to both knees in front of him, raising her gaze to his face. “I, Emelie Heirborn, hereby vow unending fealty, loyalty, obedience, and love to my father, Velas the Ruler. I swear to love no other man, to bear only his children, to fight only in his name, and to dedicate my life to no one but him. I swear that he is the only true god and rightful ruler of this world, and the only god and rightful ruler of my heart, mind, body, and soul.”

Wow, that was one hell of an oath she had come up with. When it came to his daughters, a lot of what she had said was a given anyway, but he appreciated the words even so. While he had happily accepted and been charmed by every oath that his daughters had so far sworn to him, he silently admitted to himself that this was one of the best ones. It was also very Emelie, she was ever such an achiever, always striving to do her best in anything she tried.

Vel put his hand on that incredible silver hair. “I, Velas of House Andros, one true ruler of this world, hear and accept this oath. I swear in turn to always love and care for you, and to give you as many children as you desire. I swear that I shall never neglect my duties as your father or husband, and that you will always be loved and have a place at my side.”

And with that, it was done. “The oath has been sworn and accepted. I, Jeane du Duon, bear witness to it. As do all others gathered here. This bond is now forged in sight of the earth around us and the heavens above us and may never be broken. May you uphold it with honor and integrity, and may your commitment never falter.”

Cheers and applause broke out as Emelie got back to her feet, and everyone who had been waiting at a distance now came close, forming a bit of a circle around the three people and the table that was just behind Emelie. No one came closer though, there were no hugs or congratulations. Not yet, because this wasn’t over. Vel could see the awareness of that in Emelies eyes, and he could feel her excitement and anticipation reaching a new peak. He was quite excited himself. Stepping forward, he pulled his naked daughter into and embrace and placed a kiss on her lips. She melted into his arms, falling against him completely and shoving her tongue into his mouth enthusiastically. Someone in the crowd whooped. It had probably been Junea, or maybe one of the twins. They didn’t matter right now, Emilie did. Vel lifted her onto the table, their tongues never ceasing to dance and wrestle. He felt her tense up as her naked butt hit wood, she knew what that meant. She immediately laid down on her back, breaking the kiss and spreading her legs wide. “I am ready for you, Daddy, please claim me!”

Wow, as was to be expected, she was one of the most eager daughters yet. Perhaps it was better to call her one of the least insecure ones. All of them had been extremely eager for their father to fuck them, but some had been more nervous than others. Mostly they had worried that they wouldn’t please him, that he’d be disappointed in them. That of course was impossible, no daughter of his would ever not feel great for him. There was no such fear in Emelie, she was as confident as ever.

He knew there were quite a few reasons for why Emelie really wanted this to happen as quickly as possible. Her older sisters head teased her so, acting like they were all so much older and more mature now. Like she was still a child and they not, even though they had sworn their oaths and lost their virginities to their father only weeks or in one case even just days ago. That was only a small part of why she was so excited about this, though. The main one was obvious. Her father was her everything, and she wanted him so very badly. Vel would oblige her.

Jeane came forward and fished his hard and throbbing manhood out of his trousers, all eyes in the room immediately locking onto it. For the women in this room, it was the source of some of their greatest pleasures, the merest sight of it got them all wet. Tonight though, it was only meant for Emelie. She knew that, and it made her feel special. Special and loved. As soon as her father’s tip touched her labia, she whimpered and wiggled her whole body, the pleasure already enough to make her quake. As her lips parted around his shaft, she gripped the table edge with her fingers and screamed in rapture, her first climax arriving already.

There were so many proud and approving pairs of eyes on her. Her older sisters looked on with approval and a bit of jealously, remembering their own special nights, none of which had been very long ago. Her mother and the other wives, who were all aunts to her though one was also her grandmother, looked on with nothing but warmth and approval. Her father bottomed out inside her while she was still in the throes of that first climax, and he waited for her to recover and open her eyes again, holding still inside her tight and until now unspoiled sex. When her eyes did open back up and spotted her father above her, her face split into another radiant smile.

“Fucking hells, Daddy, that was soooo amazing! Please, give me more, pleaseeee!” Vel smiled down at her, love for his little girl swelling his heart while incredible arousal swelled his hardness even further. At least it felt like that, he doubted his manhood could actually grow any more than it already had. “Anything for you, my little Treasure.”

“AAAAAAAAHHHHH OOOOOOHHH DADDYYYYYY!” Emelie came again after only the first few thrusts, and Vel was being quite gentle. Again, this was normal when he deflowered his daughters. They were simply so keyed to him, the pleasured they experienced was beyond what most humans and elves were even capable of. He didn’t slow down, on the contrary, Vel sped up. He knew his little Treasure could take it, she was Jeane’s daughter, after all. “Oooooooh Daddy, it feels so goooood! I love youuuuu!” He grabbed her hips, taking a firm hold and moving her to meet his thrusts as he upped his pace and power even further. More whoops and even a few cheers began to come from the onlookers, and Vel could feel that Emelie loved it. Loved being the at center of it all, loved everyone seeing her Daddy finally claim her.

“DADDY I’M CUMMING AGAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIN!” Clear ejaculate spurted out of her in a high arc, spattering the chest of Vel’s doublet. He didn’t’ mind one bit, the feeling of his daughter’s incredibly tight and completely fresh pussy spasming around him too good to care about anything else. Again though, he didn’t stop or slow. Emelie shrieked as her next climax immediately hit her, and Vel decided the time had come, letting go and filling her womb for the very first time.

Afterwards, as Emelie stood up on shaky legs and her father’s seed trickled down her legs, the others rushed in to offer her hugs and congratulations. Vel watched it with a smile, enjoying how pleased his freshly deflowered Treasure looked. Next to him, Jeane spoke. “I hope she’s pregnant, I would so love for you to give me a grandchild.” Vel hoped so too. But so far, no matter how much he had willed it, it seemed no daughter of his had gotten pregnant on the first attempt. He wasn’t sure why, but he imagined it had something to do with them being born of his seed. Emelie looked over to him from in between her throng of well-wishers, her face still red and sweaty, and beamed at him. He smiled back, and the vision faded.