Depraved Primordial King and His Degenerate Family

The difference in their sizes was obscenely comical—her tiny frame swallowed by his massive body.

Her face nuzzled into the thick column of his neck and her knees barely grazed the throbbing iron-hard length of his cock, which jutted proudly upward and leaked precum against her soft skin. 

His hand stroked her hair possessively as he reactivated every restriction spell and ensured that none of his wives or concubines could interrupt them.

Then his grip slid lower and kneaded the plush curves of her ass as he squeezed it slightly with affection while he pressed her small body against him as if he wanted her to melt into him.

But since he wanted all this to be totally natural, he didn't try anything totally explicit that would make her panic or let her know that he wanted her to be his mate and sexual partner.

He still wanted her to think that he was still her doting daddy and was doing what a father would do to spoil his young daughter. 

As for that flicker of something dark in her eyes, he felt excitement in his body as it sent a jolt of lust straight to his groin.

The Primordial king wanted his daughter to want him and come to him by herself.

She mewled in her sweet girlish voice that vibrated against his throat and he responded by palming her ass harder. 

Sleep tugged at them both and soon the father and daughter duo were tangled together as her petite body rested on his wide chest.

When they woke, dawn painted the room in soft light.

Seeing that morning had come, Aelara rubbed her eyes and slowly sat perched on his chest as her tiny hands were splayed over his sculpted abs. 

She stretched and raised her arms.

Her thin white strapless dress rode up to give him a peek at her delicate thighs and the faintest shadow of her untouched little pink pussy.

Her small nipples protruded against her thin white dress, and her strapless dress stretched even below as she stretched her body, and the king watched both scenes with enjoyment.

Seeing this, the king's cock surged and hardened to its full intensity once again and this time it pressed itself onto her sitting back. 

Finally, the princess felt it and a small glint of hesitation crossed on her beautiful features as she moved her little hand back and held the huge cock.

Alaric watched this with internal amusement and a bit of excitement as he waited for her to do what she wanted. 

It was so hot that her eyes widened in alarm and she almost removed her hand off it as she felt it throb. 

But she stopped herself at the last moment and held it with her trembling hands while her thumb brushed its slick head.

Even though Aelara had seen what this monster was capable of in the throne hall, she still didn't understand what her daddy had been doing with his young bride.

It was just that she had felt a sort of unreal excitement at that time.

Currently, her mind had gone black when she had witnessed the steamy sexual activities they had committed.

She didn't let any of her previous emotions show on her face, and with an innocent face, she asked her daddy.

"Daddy… what's this hard thing?"

Alaric smiled and moved his hand. He enveloped her small hand with his big ones and started to stroke his dick, then said,

"This is my pee-pee, my little princess. Just like..."

His other hand slid between her thighs and cupped her tight little pussy through the fabric. 

"Just like my sweet little princess has a pretty little slit here."

Aelara froze, and she looked down to see her daddy's big hand was cupping her pee pee. 

Her face turned a beet shade of red even though she didn't know why. 

She nodded meekly and, seeing that, Alaric smiled as he suddenly stood up from the bed.