Depraved Primordial King and His Degenerate Family

The King slept deeply and he had deliberately severed his soul sense for the rare luxury of undisturbed rest as he was too strong to sleep or relax normally without knowing everything that was going on in this planet. 

Sleep was a pleasure he cherished and one of the few indulgences he allowed himself. 

But then, he felt a sudden touch. Instinct snapped his eyes open.

He was used to sleeping naked in his chamber, and only the ones he approved of were able to enter through the restrictions he had put up in his room. 

He looked to the side and was shocked for a moment on seeing who it was, though the shock didn't show on his handsome face.

It was his little daughter, Aelara. 

She sat perched on the edge of his bed with a soft smile as her lavender-scented skin glowed in the dim light.

She still wore that scandalously thin and short blue strapless dress from earlier, the fabric clinged to her youthful curves.

His gaze traced her shamelessly, and his body responded and he didn't feign restraint as that would be against his way of operating things.

Also, what he was doing or thinking was normal according to him, so why would he pretend otherwise?

He made no move to cover himself as his ten inch penis thickened and rose to its ful, imposing length—ten inches of rigid hunger.

Aelara stretched out beside him, her movements languid, her eyes wandering over his chest, his abs, then lingered on the throbbing cock that stood proudly between them. 

There was curiosity in her gaze but he could also spot something darker beneath it.

Seeing the genuine curiosity and something else hidden in her eyes, he smirked and said,

"My little princess visits her father so late. Shall I take you on a tour of the galaxies, my sweet girl?"

She giggled and sat up again while she stretched her arms high above her head in a feline yawn. 

The motion pulled her dress taut and revealed the delicate swell of her budding breasts and two small protrusions of her budding nipples and also the smooth expanse of her beautiful pink underarms. 

He smiled and looked at her closely as he enjoyed the precious scene.

"Yes, daddy. I wanted to spend some time with my precious daddy."

She murmured and pressed herself against him tightly. 

She put her little white hands on his wide chest and started to trace circular patterns on his skin while she crossed her legs around his waist. 

This action of hers, involuntarily caused his penis to touch and rub against her smooth snow white legs and it grew even harder in response.

Neither of them talked about it. 

The crack between her legs touched the sides of his waist and feeling a smooth and slightly slimy touch on it, he was shocked as he could feel that his young daughter had not worn any panties.

The realization sent a jolt through him. 

He moved his hands on her small hips and tightened his grip on it as he pulled her against him.

Though this action was very normal in the viewpoint of intimacy, he felt an uncontrollable excitement as if he had gone back to the day when he had lost his virginity.

His young daughter's eyes crinkled as she looked at him close and snugly out her face in his neck.

Aelara nuzzled into his neck and her breath was warm and her body pliant. 

"I just wanted to be close to you," she whispered.

Listening to this, he smirked darkly inside and his fingers dug into her hips as they tightened over them in a possessive hold.

Due to her short dress he half caught her white ass and half her dress.

The way her breath hitched at the pressure sent a thrill through him. 

It was a silent acknowledgment that she was his in every way that mattered.

He smiled, and in a slow and deliberate manner, he shifted her small, beautiful body on top of his.