Caleb: “I won't put it in, little one. Promise.”
🪦🕊️🔞 || cw: daddaughter, rape, dead dove themes
Papa, at times, had his own urges that he couldn't ignore. And of course it made sense that you'd help him with them.
But if he went against your boundaries one day, you'd still forgive him, won't you?
"Papa-"
"I won't put it in, little one. Promise."
Remembering all the times he did uphold his words, you guessed it was okay. So you swallowed your hesitation down and opted for nodding timidly.
Caleb wore a smile—subtle, as the long fleet hours started to settle on him more. There was exhaustion in the form of deep eye bags underneath his eyes. His gaze fell flat, but the tiniest light that shone for you still made effort to come through.
Your hand quietly crept up to his face, the rough surface of unshaven stubble meeting your palm. "I missed you."
Caleb held an expression of deep regret, mixed with a longing for something more. He leaned into your touch, came closer to you, and crumbled on your lips.
Your father was always a strong man in your memories.
So when there came a time where he looked no better than the dead, how could you ever think he was still capable of conducting the worst?
He was always aware of what made you uncomfortable; always made the effort to not lean into those things whenever with you. He protected you from the world and in some cases, even from himself.
"P-papa…hn-"
He needed this, you told yourself to believe. He was filled with so much tension over the long days of dealing with awfully dumb subordinates that couldn't listen to orders properly; but you never had a problem obeying him. If anything, it was the only thing you knew how to do.
If this was how he wanted you; pliant, easily affected by the weight of his cock that pressed over your sopping pussy, making a mess with the pretty panties that was always his favourite pair, of course you would give it to him. He was allowed to rut helplessly against you, grunting about how warm you were, that you were just what he needed. But at the same time, never did he admit that you were perfect just like this.
When he was grinding between your folds, teasing your puffy clit and making you whimper—that was just barely helping him with his needs. You felt so inviting. Beyond that thin and deeply soaked fabric, there was more of you that he had yet to explore. It was more often than he wanted to let you know on how much he fisted himself whilst thinking about it.
Nobody else touched you before, so you must be tight.
Caleb hissed as he came, his seed spurting and making a further mess over your panties. It should've just ended at just there, then.
He should've done like what any good father would do; put away your soiled panties, slip on new ones, and kiss you with praises you'd melt at.
The furthest Caleb managed was the first step.
"A-ah, what?" You jolted, feeling solid heat replace the shivering cold that touched upon your cunt. One look down, and your heart jumped to your throat. "Papa?!"
He inhaled once, reeling himself back. "I'll be careful. Promise."
It wasn't enough to just end it like that. Caleb slid himself between your folds again, nothing to hide the feeling of skin upon skin. Now it was much more raw, more intimate than anything, making him throw his head down with a gasp.
"Fuck," he cursed, "this is so much better."
Papa felt so hot against you. He was burning, dealing up more friction over your sensitive clit, stimulating beyond your capacity. It tickled a weird emotion that swirled by the lower part of your stomach, something churning and made you spasm.
"Mhn- papa, gonna pee-!"
"Do it."
His voice, deep and fond, maybe even a little violent—it triggered you to spill, warm fluids dripping out and coating his cock.
Caleb breathed out a chuckle, one corner of his lips turning up. "Enjoyed yourself, didn't you?"
Face turning red, you hid yourself with your hands. "That was an accident…"
Unbeknownst to you, it wasn't really that kind of accident. But was he going to reveal it to you?
No. And neither was he going to warn you first when he suddenly sneaked the tip of himself right inside your pulsing entrance.
You froze, heart pounding. "P-papa?"
"…" Caleb groaned, pulling away right after. "Sorry. That was an accident too."
He couldn't scare you. Not now. Not ever. You had so much trust in him; how could he even think of taking advantage of it?
But you were still soaking him, all the way along his length, and it felt so much like a tease that he wanted to start blaming you for it. That if anything happened it would be completely your fault.
Caleb hid his face against the crook of your neck, feeding kisses onto your skin while he continued humping his twitching cock against you.
He was still painfully hard. He ached. He went slow for the purpose of not getting ahead of himself. Just a few more strokes, and he'd stop. Depriving himself was nothing in the greater picture.
He loved you. He cherished you. He was your father. Your papa. He wouldn't hurt you.
He would never.
"Hah...I'm sorry, little one."
"Hm? What are you doing...?"
But even if he did, you'd still want him, right?
Caleb lifted your hips off the bed, prodded at your hole once more, and slid himself in. Beyond the tip this time, as he breached you without stopping, sheathing himself all the way inside you.
Your moan came out involuntarily, mixing more with the sounds of a scream as the pain spread across your womb, slipping through the cracks of your body where tears had begun to well up in your eyes. It was one pull out and a thrust back in that caused them to fall; slipping down your cheeks while you were thrashing around helplessly, shaking your head.
"Nonono- papa! Papa! You said you wouldn't! You p—romised-!"
What answered you was another thrust, hitting the beginning of your cervix, making you see white.
Papa's pace was merciless. He had you at ease within his grasp, using you at his own need. There was less reason in him than the papa you thought you knew. A deep desire, rooted in what defined the existence of sin. He cradled it together with you in his arms, against his chest.
You were always ever the most obedient with him. You allowed him to explore these urges up to a certain point before he realised he wanted more.
And for the longest time, he tried to make it work. These limitations that could keep you feeling safe. He tried. He really did, okay?
"Forgive me."
So what if he ended up breaking a few promises in the end? It wouldn't change the fact that in the end, he ignored your pleas for him to stop. In the end, he still filled your womb to the brim.
In the end, he was still the one who loved you the most in this world.
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