Fauxcest 41.
(3819 characters)
The Goddess and Her Father: A Mesopotamian Love Story
Chris had always been fascinated by ancient civilizations, but he never expected to find himself in the midst of a real-life encounter with a Mesopotamian goddess. His daughter, Išartu, had revealed herself to him as the divine hypostasis of righteousness, and Chris couldn't believe his luck.
At first, Chris was hesitant to make a move on his own goddess daughter, but Išartu made it clear that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. They started with flirtatious glances and suggestive comments, their attraction growing stronger by the day.
One night, they found themselves alone in the house, and the tension between them was palpable. Išartu looked at Chris with desire in her eyes, and he knew it was time to make his move.
"Išartu, I want you," Chris said, his voice low and husky.
"I want you too, daddy," Išartu replied, her voice dripping with desire.
They started with a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as they explored each other's mouths. Chris ran his hands over Išartu's body, feeling her soft curves and firm breasts. She moaned with pleasure as he touched her, her nipples hardening under his fingers.
Chris slowly undressed Išartu, taking in the sight of her naked body. She was perfect, with smooth skin and curves in all the right places. He couldn't wait to taste her, to feel her wetness against his tongue.
He knelt before her, spreading her legs apart. Išartu gasped as Chris's tongue made contact with her clit, licking and sucking gently at first, then with more intensity. She moaned loudly, her hips bucking against his face as she rode the waves of pleasure.
Chris slipped a finger inside Išartu's pussy, feeling her wetness coat his finger. She was so tight, so hot. He added another finger, stretching her open as he continued to lick and suck her clit.
Išartu's breathing became ragged, her moans growing louder. Chris could feel her muscles tightening around his fingers, her body tensing as she approached orgasm.
"Don't stop, daddy," Išartu begged, her voice barely above a whisper.
Chris didn't plan on stopping. He wanted to make Išartu cum, to feel her body trembling with pleasure as he brought her to the brink.
He increased his pace, his fingers moving in and out of Išartu's pussy as his tongue flicked at her clit. She moaned louder, her body shaking as she reached her peak.
"Oh, daddy, yes!" Išartu cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure.
Chris stood up, his cock hard and ready. Išartu looked up at him with desire in her eyes, her body still trembling from her orgasm.
Chris positioned himself at Išartu's entrance, teasing her with the tip of his cock. She moaned, her body begging for more.
Chris thrust into Išartu, filling her completely. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move.
They found a rhythm, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Chris gripped Išartu's hips, pulling her closer as he drove himself deeper inside her.
Išartu moaned with each thrust, her body moving in time with his. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer still.
Chris could feel himself getting close, his balls tightening as he approached orgasm. Išartu must have felt it too, because she tightened her muscles around his cock, milking him for all he was worth.
"Cum for me, daddy," Išartu whispered, her voice filled with desire.
Chris couldn't hold back any longer. With one final thrust, he cum inside Išartu, filling her with his seed.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent. Chris wrapped his arms around Išartu, pulling her close.
"That was amazing," Išartu whispered, her voice filled with satisfaction.
"Yes, it was," Chris agreed, his voice filled with wonder.
They lay there in silence, their bodies entwined, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
*****
Fauxcest 42.
(3599 characters)
The Goddess's Seduction: An Encounter with Išḫara
Chris had always been fascinated by ancient mythology, but he never expected that he would find himself in the midst of a real-life encounter with a goddess. His daughter, Išḫara, had always been a mystery to him. She was beautiful, intelligent, and had an otherworldly aura about her that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
One night, as they sat together in the living room, Išḫara looked up at her father with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Daddy," she said, "I want to show you something."
Chris felt a shiver run down his spine as she took his hand and led him upstairs to her bedroom. She closed the door behind them and turned to face him, her eyes shining with desire.
"I know what you want, Daddy," she whispered, running her fingers over his chest. "And I'm going to give it to you."
Chris's heart raced as Išḫara pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him. She kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth as her hands roamed over his body.
"You're so handsome, Daddy," she murmured, nibbling his earlobe. "I've wanted you for so long."
Chris groaned as Išḫara's hand found its way to his crotch, rubbing him through his pants. He could feel himself growing hard beneath her touch, and he knew that he couldn't resist her any longer.
"I want you, Išḫara," he gasped, pulling her closer. "I want you so badly."
Išḫara smiled wickedly as she unbuttoned Chris's pants and slipped her hand inside. She stroked him gently, feeling him grow harder in her hand.
"You like that, Daddy?" she asked, her voice husky with desire. "You like it when I touch you like this?"
Chris could only nod, his breath coming in short gasps as Išḫara continued to stroke him. He reached up to touch her breasts, feeling their softness through her shirt.
"Yes, Daddy," Išḫara moaned, arching her back as he pinched her nipples. "That feels so good."
She leaned down to kiss him again, her tongue exploring his mouth as her hand continued to stroke him. Chris could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and he knew that he needed more.
"I want to taste you, Daddy," Išḫara whispered, pulling away from him. She slipped off the bed and knelt between his legs, pulling his pants down around his ankles.
Chris watched in a daze as Išḫara leaned forward and took him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around him, teasing him with every stroke. Chris groaned, his hands clenching in the sheets as he felt himself nearing the point of no return.
"Išḫara, I'm going to cum," he gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily.
But Išḫara didn't stop. She sucked him harder, her tongue swirling faster as she brought him to the brink. Chris cried out, his body trembling as he came hard in Išḫara's mouth.
Išḫara swallowed every drop, her eyes shining with satisfaction as she looked up at him.
"Did you like that, Daddy?" she asked, a wicked smile on her lips.
Chris could only nod, still trembling from the intensity of his orgasm.
"Good," Išḫara said, standing up and stripping off her clothes. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
She climbed back onto the bed, straddling Chris and lowering herself onto him. He gasped as he entered her, feeling her warmth and wetness surround him.
"You feel so good, Daddy," Išḫara moaned, rocking her hips back and forth.
Chris reached up to cup her breasts, feeling their weight in his hands as he thrust into her. Išḫara leaned down to kiss him, their tongues dancing as they moved together.
"Harder, Daddy," Išḫara gasped, breaking the kiss. "I want to feel you deep inside me.".....
*****
Fauxcest 43.
Non-fauxcest:
(3563 characters)
The Goddess's Reward: A Mesopotamian Love Story
Chris had always been fascinated by ancient civilizations, and his latest obsession was the Mesopotamian deity of justice, Ishmekarab. He couldn't get enough of the myths and legends surrounding this powerful goddess, and he found himself daydreaming about her constantly.
One day, as he was working in his study, he heard a voice calling his name. He turned around, and to his surprise, there stood Ishmekarab herself.
"Chris, I have been watching you," she said, her voice sultry and seductive. "I am pleased with your devotion to me."
Chris was speechless. He couldn't believe that the goddess he had been fantasizing about was standing right in front of him.
"I have come to reward you, Chris," she continued, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But first, I want to get to know you better."
Ishmekarab sat down on the couch, crossing her legs and beckoning Chris to join her. He hesitated for a moment, but the allure of the goddess was too strong to resist.
They spent hours talking, their conversation ranging from Chris's mundane daily life to the intricacies of Mesopotamian mythology. Ishmekarab was captivating, her knowledge and wisdom leaving Chris in awe.
As the night wore on, the conversation became more flirtatious. Ishmekarab leaned in closer to Chris, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered dirty talks.
"I want you, Chris," she murmured. "I want to feel your body against mine."
Chris couldn't believe what he was hearing. The goddess of justice, the deity he had worshiped from afar, was propositioning him.
Without a second thought, he leaned in and kissed her. Their lips met in a passionate embrace, their tongues exploring each other's mouths.
Ishmekarab responded eagerly, her hands wandering over Chris's body. She traced his muscles with her fingers, her touch sending shivers down his spine.
Chris, in turn, caressed Ishmekarab's soft skin, his hands exploring her curves. He marveled at her beauty, her divine nature making her even more irresistible.
They slowly undressed each other, their eyes locked in a heated gaze. Chris couldn't help but stare at Ishmekarab's perfect breasts, her nipples already hard with desire.
He leaned down and took one in his mouth, sucking and nibbling gently. Ishmekarab moaned with pleasure, her hands tangled in Chris's hair.
As they explored each other's bodies, they engaged in passionate foreplay. They kissed and touched each other in all the right places, their moans and sighs filling the room.
Chris then licked Ishmekarab's wet pussy, making her moan louder. He inserted a finger inside her, then two, preparing her for his cock.
When he entered her, it was pure ecstasy. They moved together in a rhythm, their bodies in sync. Chris thrust deeper and harder, making Ishmekarab cry out with pleasure.
They tried different sex positions, each one more intense than the last. They did it in missionary, cowgirl, and doggy style, each position allowing them to explore each other's bodies in new and exciting ways.
As they reached their climax, they cried out each other's names. Chris filled Ishmekarab with his seed, and she welcomed it with open arms.
They lay there, spent and satisfied, their bodies entwined. Chris couldn't believe what had just happened. He had just made love to a goddess.
Ishmekarab looked at him with a satisfied smile. "You have pleased me, Chris," she said. "And I will continue to watch over you."
With that, she disappeared, leaving Chris alone with his thoughts. He couldn't wait to worship her again, both in mind and body.
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Fauxcest:
(3869 characters)
Forbidden Love: A Father and Daughter's Taboo Desire
Chris had always been a devoted father to his daughter, Ishmekarab. But as she grew older, he couldn't help but notice just how gorgeous she was. With her long, dark hair and curves in all the right places, she was the spitting image of her mother - may she rest in peace.
One day, as Ishmekarab was doing her laundry, she accidentally shrank one of her favorite dresses. She knocked on her father's door, looking for a solution.
"Daddy, I've gotten myself into a bit of a pickle," she said, holding up the tiny dress. "Do you think you could help me?"
Chris couldn't help but feel a flutter in his chest as he looked at his daughter. "Of course, sweetheart," he said, taking the dress from her. "Why don't you come in and we can figure something out?"
Ishmekarab sat on her father's bed as he searched through her closet for something to wear. He handed her a simple sundress, and she smiled at him gratefully.
"Thanks, Daddy," she said, standing up to change.
Chris couldn't help but watch as she slipped out of her old dress and into the new one. He felt a stirring in his pants as he took in the sight of her curves.
"Daddy, are you okay?" Ishmekarab asked, noticing his gaze.
Chris blushed, realizing he had been caught. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," he said. "You just look so beautiful."
Ishmekarab smiled at him, and Chris felt his heart race. He couldn't help himself - he leaned in and kissed her.
At first, Ishmekarab was surprised, but soon, she found herself melting into the kiss. She wrapped her arms around her father's neck, and he picked her up and laid her down on the bed.
Their clothes came off in a frenzy, and soon, they were both naked. Chris couldn't believe what he was doing - but he couldn't stop. He trailed kisses down Ishmekarab's neck, making her moan with pleasure.
"Daddy, oh daddy," she said, arching her back.
Chris made his way down to her breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth and teasing the other with his fingers. Ishmekarab writhed beneath him, her moans growing louder.
"Yes, daddy, just like that," she said.
Chris couldn't resist any longer. He moved down between Ishmekarab's legs, spreading them apart. He took a long, slow lick up her pussy, and she cried out with pleasure.
"Daddy, yes, oh god, yes," she said, grinding against his face.
Chris licked and sucked at her pussy, driving her wild. She begged him for more, and he obliged. He slipped a finger inside of her, then two, fucking her with his hand.
"Daddy, I'm gonna cum," Ishmekarab said, her voice breathless.
Chris didn't let up, and soon, Ishmekarab was crying out as she came. Chris continued to lick at her pussy, prolonging her pleasure.
When she had finished, Chris moved up and entered her. She was tight and hot, and he couldn't help but groan with pleasure.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. Chris whispered dirty things in Ishmekarab's ear, and she responded in kind.
"Fuck me harder, daddy," she said. "I want to feel you everywhere."
Chris didn't need any more encouragement. He fucked her hard and fast, their bodies slapping together. Ishmekarab cried out with pleasure, scratching at Chris's back.
"Yes, daddy, just like that," she said.
Chris could feel himself getting close to the edge. He fucked Ishmekarab even harder, and soon, he was cumming deep inside of her.
They collapsed together, panting and sweaty. Chris couldn't believe what they had just done, but he couldn't bring himself to regret it.
"I love you, Ishmekarab," he said, kissing her forehead.
"I love you too, Daddy," she replied, snuggling up against him.
For the rest of the day, they stayed in bed, enjoying each other's company. They talked, laughed, and made love again and again.
As the sun began to set, Chris knew they couldn't stay in bed forever. But for now, he was content to just hold his daughter close and enjoy the moment.
******
Fauxcest 44.
(4954 characters)
The Forbidden Love of Emperor Chris and Goddess Ishtar of Arbela
Emperor Chris, a powerful and virile man, ruled over the Neo-Assyrian Empire with an iron fist. His daughter, the goddess Ishtar of Arbela, was a woman of unmatched beauty and grace. She was the tutelary goddess of the city of Arbela and a patron goddess of the king. Despite their close relationship, Chris had always kept his desire for his daughter hidden deep within him.
One day, as they sat together in the royal chambers, Chris couldn't help but stare at Ishtar's voluptuous figure. He longed to touch her soft skin, to taste her sweet lips, and to feel her body tremble beneath his.
"Father," Ishtar said, breaking the silence. "Is something wrong?"
Chris hesitated for a moment before responding. "I have always loved you, my dear daughter. More than just a father and daughter, I want us to be lovers."
Ishtar was taken aback by her father's confession, but she couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards him. She had always seen him as a strong and powerful man, and she couldn't help but feel a spark of desire burning within her.
"I want you too, Father," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Chris's heart raced as he leaned in to kiss his daughter. Their lips met in a passionate embrace, and he could feel her body pressed against his. He ran his hands through her long hair, pulling her closer as they explored each other's mouths.
Ishtar moaned softly as her father's hands roamed over her body. She could feel his growing arousal pressing against her, and she longed to feel him inside her.
Chris broke their kiss, trailing kisses down Ishtar's neck as he reached for the ties of her robe. He slowly pulled it open, revealing her perfect breasts. He took one in his mouth, teasing the nipple with his tongue as Ishtar arched her back with pleasure.
"Yes, Father," she moaned. "Just like that."
Chris continued to explore his daughter's body, kissing and licking every inch of her skin. He reached down between her legs, finding her wet and ready for him. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tight walls clenching around him.
"Oh, Father," Ishtar moaned, her breath hitching as he added a second finger.
Chris knew it was time. He positioned himself at Ishtar's entrance, looking into her eyes as he slowly pushed inside her. She gasped as he filled her, her body trembling with pleasure.
Chris began to thrust, slowly at first, then faster and harder as Ishtar begged for more. She wrapped her legs around him, meeting his thrusts with her own.
"Yes, Father," she cried out. "Harder, harder!"
Chris couldn't hold back any longer. He slammed into Ishtar, feeling her body shudder with pleasure as she screamed his name. He followed shortly after, his release filling her as they collapsed in a heap of sweat and pleasure.
As they lay together, Chris couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt and shame. He had just defiled his own daughter, violating the sacred bond between them. But as Ishtar snuggled closer to him, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and contentment.
They continued to explore each other's bodies over the next few days, their passion for each other growing stronger with each passing moment. They whispered dirty talks as they fucked, their moans and sighs filling the room.
"Yes, Father," Ishtar cried out as Chris fucked her from behind, his cock pounding into her tight pussy. "Fuck me harder, yes, just like that."
"You like that, my dear daughter?" Chris asked, his voice dripping with lust.
"Yes, Father," Ishtar moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. "Give it to me, give me all of it."
Chris couldn't resist any longer. He slammed into Ishtar, feeling her body shudder with pleasure as she screamed his name. He followed shortly after, his release filling her as they collapsed in a heap of sweat and pleasure.
As the days turned into weeks, Chris and Ishtar's secret affair continued to flourish. They knew it was wrong, but they couldn't resist the overwhelming desire they felt for each other. They would sneak away to private chambers, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace as they whispered sweet nothings in each other's ears.
But as with all things, their affair could not last forever. The guilt and shame began to eat away at them, and they knew they had to put an end to their illicit relationship before it destroyed them both.
"I'm sorry, my dear daughter," Chris said, tears streaming down his face. "I never meant for this to happen."
"I know, Father," Ishtar replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "But we can't keep doing this. It's wrong, and it's going to destroy us both."
Chris nodded, his heart heavy with sadness. They shared one last passionate kiss, their bodies entwined in a final embrace. And then, with tears in their eyes, they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.
* The remorse was a part of the female's fantasy. They continued the "affair."
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Fauxcest 45.
(2302 characters)
Forbidden Love: The Mesopotamian Goddess and Her Father
Chris had always been a doting father to his daughter, Kakka. But as she grew older, he couldn't help but notice the woman she had become. Kakka was no longer the little girl he had once known, but a stunning, powerful goddess.
One day, as they sat together in their Mesopotamian temple, Chris found himself admiring Kakka's beauty. He couldn't believe that this goddess was his daughter.
"Father," Kakka said, turning to him with a smile. "Is something on your mind?"
Chris hesitated for a moment, before speaking. "I was just thinking about how grown-up you've become, Kakka. You're not my little girl anymore."
Kakka laughed softly. "No, I'm not. But I will always be your daughter, Father."
Chris felt a stirring in his loins as he looked at Kakka. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help the way he felt.
"Kakka," he said, his voice husky. "I want you."
Kakka's eyes widened in surprise, before a slow smile spread across her face. "I want you too, Father," she said, her voice seductive.
Chris didn't need any further encouragement. He pulled Kakka into his arms, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues dueled and danced, as Chris ran his hands over Kakka's body.
Kakka moaned as Chris's hands found her breasts, his fingers pinching and twisting her nipples. She gasped as he lifted her skirt, his fingers finding her wet and ready for him.
Chris didn't waste any time. He pulled Kakka's panties aside, his cock sliding into her wet pussy with ease.
"Oh, Father," Kakka moaned, as Chris began to thrust into her. "Yes, yes, just like that."
Chris couldn't believe how good Kakka felt. He had never felt anything like this before. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to climax, as Kakka's moans grew louder and louder.
"I'm going to cum, Kakka," Chris gasped, his thrusts becoming more erratic.
"Cum for me, Father," Kakka moaned, her own orgasm crashing over her.
Chris let out a loud moan as he came, filling Kakka's pussy with his seed.
They collapsed onto the floor, their bodies slick with sweat.
"That was amazing, Father," Kakka whispered, her head resting on Chris's chest.
Chris couldn't agree more. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help the way he felt about Kakka. He knew he would do anything to be with her.
*****
Fauxcest 46.
* Not fauxcest.
(2793 characters)
Chris had always been fascinated by ancient civilizations and their mythologies. One day, while researching Mesopotamian gods and goddesses, he came across the name Kanisurra, also known as Gansurra or Ganisurra. She was a goddess associated with love and belonged to the entourage of Nanaya. Her name was thought to be derived from the word ganzer, referring to the underworld or to its entrance.
Chris couldn't shake off the image of this mysterious and enchanting goddess. He found himself drawn to her, feeling a deep connection that he couldn't explain. One day, as he was performing a ritual to honor the Mesopotamian gods, he was shocked to see Kanisurra herself appearing before him.
"Chris, I have been watching you," she said, her voice soft and seductive. "I am pleased with your devotion and I have come to reward you."
Chris was speechless, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe that the goddess he had been dreaming of was standing right in front of him.
"I am yours to command, my goddess," he finally said, his voice trembling with excitement.
"Then take me, Chris," Kanisurra said, her eyes gleaming with desire. "Take me and make me yours."
Chris didn't need any further encouragement. He pulled Kanisurra close and kissed her deeply, his hands roaming over her soft and curvaceous body.
"Oh, Chris," Kanisurra moaned, her body responding to his touch. "I have waited so long for this moment."
Chris slowly undressed Kanisurra, his eyes taking in every inch of her perfect body. He trailed kisses down her neck, making his way to her firm and round breasts. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it until Kanisurra was moaning with pleasure.
He then moved down to her wet and waiting pussy, licking and sucking on her clit until she was on the brink of orgasm.
"Chris, I'm going to cum," Kanisurra gasped, her body trembling with pleasure.
Chris didn't let up, continuing to pleasure her until she finally came, her juices flowing freely.
"Now, Chris, it's your turn," Kanisurra said, her voice husky with desire.
Chris positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip of his cock.
"Please, Chris, I need you inside me," Kanisurra begged, her body writhing with desire.
Chris finally gave in, thrusting himself deep inside her. They moved together, their bodies becoming one as they reached for the ultimate pleasure.
"Oh, Kanisurra, I'm going to cum," Chris gasped, his body tensing with pleasure.
"Yes, Chris, cum for me," Kanisurra moaned, her body milking his cock as he released his load inside her.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent and satisfied.
"I will always be yours, Chris," Kanisurra whispered, her eyes shining with love.
"And I will always be yours, my goddess," Chris replied, his arms wrapped tightly around her.
Fauxcest:
(3726 characters)
A Father's Love: Chris and Kanisurra's Forbidden Desire
Chris had always thought of his daughter, Kanisurra, as a goddess. She was tall and slender, with long, wavy brown hair and piercing blue eyes. She had a grace and elegance that seemed to set her apart from other girls her age.
As she grew older, Chris found himself admiring her more and more. He loved the way she moved, the way she spoke, and the way she carried herself. He couldn't help but feel drawn to her, and he often found himself daydreaming about what it would be like to be with her.
One day, as they were sitting together on the couch, Chris decided to take a chance and tell Kanisurra how he felt.
"Kanisurra, I know this might sound strange, but I have to tell you something," he said, taking a deep breath. "I'm in love with you."
Kanisurra looked at him, surprised. "Dad, I'm your daughter," she said, her voice laced with confusion.
"I know that, but I can't help the way I feel," Chris replied. "You're the most beautiful, amazing person I've ever known, and I can't keep this secret from you any longer."
Kanisurra was quiet for a moment, considering her father's words. Then, slowly, she leaned in and kissed him.
Chris was taken aback at first, but he quickly recovered and kissed her back. They sat there, locked in a passionate embrace, as their desire for each other grew.
Eventually, they broke apart and looked at each other, their eyes filled with lust.
"I want you, Dad," Kanisurra said, her voice husky with desire.
"I want you too, Kanisurra," Chris replied, his hands already starting to explore her body.
They quickly undressed each other, their hands eager to touch and explore. Chris couldn't believe he was finally with the woman of his dreams, and he was determined to make the most of this moment.
He started by kissing Kanisurra's lips, his tongue delving into her mouth as he tasted her sweetness. He then moved down to her neck, nibbling and licking as he made his way to her breasts.
Kanisurra moaned as her father's lips closed around her nipple, his tongue flicking and teasing it. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as she reveled in the pleasure he was giving her.
Chris then moved further down, kissing and licking Kanisurra's stomach as he made his way to her wet, waiting pussy. He could smell her arousal, and it only served to fuel his desire.
He spread her legs apart and dove in, his tongue immediately finding her clit. He licked and sucked, his fingers playing with her folds as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm.
Kanisurra writhed and moaned, her fingers clutching at the sheets as she begged for more. "Yes, Dad, just like that. Don't stop."
Chris had no intention of stopping. He wanted to make this moment last as long as possible, and he was determined to make Kanisurra cum harder than she ever had before.
He redoubled his efforts, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony as he brought Kanisurra to the brink.
"I'm gonna cum, Dad," she gasped, her body tensing as she reached the peak.
Chris didn't let up, his tongue and fingers continuing to work their magic as Kanisurra's orgasm washed over her. She screamed out his name, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her.
When it was over, Kanisurra lay there, panting and sweating, her body spent. Chris looked at her, a proud smile on his face.
"That was amazing, Dad," she said, her voice filled with gratitude.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Chris replied, his own desire still burning strong.
He climbed on top of Kanisurra, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself at her entrance and looked into her eyes.
"I love you, Kanisurra," he said, his voice filled with emotion.
"I love you too, Dad," she replied....
*****
Fauxcest 47.
(3722 characters)
The Goddess and Her Father: A Love Like No Other
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One evening, as they sat on the couch watching a movie, Chris couldn't help but feel drawn to his daughter. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't deny the attraction he felt.
"Ki," he said, turning to her. "I know this might sound strange, but I can't stop thinking about you."
Ki looked at her father, her eyes wide with surprise. "Dad, I don't understand."
"I know it's wrong," Chris continued. "But I can't help how I feel. I want you, Ki. I want you in every way possible."
Ki was silent for a moment, processing her father's words. She had always known there was something different about her, something otherworldly. And now, she wondered if her father's desires were somehow connected to her divine heritage.
"Dad," she said, her voice soft. "I think I feel the same way."
Chris's heart raced as he reached out to touch his daughter's face. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed.
"I want to make love to you, Ki," Chris whispered. "I want to worship every inch of your body."
Ki opened her eyes, looking deep into her father's. "Then take me to bed, Dad," she said, her voice husky with desire. "I'm all yours."
Chris led his daughter to his bedroom, his hands trembling with anticipation. As they stood by the bed, he pulled her close, pressing his lips to hers. Ki responded eagerly, her tongue exploring her father's mouth.
Chris's hands roamed over Ki's body, cupping her breasts and squeezing her ass. Ki moaned, her nipples hardening under her father's touch.
"I want to taste you, Ki," Chris said, his voice low and seductive.
He knelt before his daughter, his eyes locked on hers as he slowly pulled down her panties. Ki stepped out of them, her legs trembling with anticipation.
Chris leaned forward, his tongue darting out to taste Ki's wet folds. Ki gasped, her back arching as her father's tongue explored her pussy.
"Oh, Dad," she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair.
Chris sucked and licked Ki's clit, his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. Ki's moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure.
"Dad, I'm gonna cum," Ki gasped, her fingers tightening in Chris's hair.
Chris didn't let up, his tongue and fingers working Ki's pussy until she cried out in ecstasy, her orgasm washing over her in waves.
As Ki came down from her high, Chris stood up and pulled off his clothes. Ki's eyes widened as she took in her father's muscular body and hard cock.
"Fuck me, Dad," she said, her voice filled with need.
Chris didn't need to be asked twice. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between Ki's legs.
"I want to take you slowly, Ki," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I want to make love to you like the goddess you are."
Ki nodded, her eyes shining with tears. "I want that too, Dad."
Chris entered Ki slowly, his cock sliding in inch by inch. Ki gasped, her nails digging into Chris's back as he filled her.
"You feel amazing, Ki," Chris whispered, his lips pressed against her ear.
Ki wrapped her legs around Chris's waist, pulling him deeper inside her. "Fuck me, Dad," she moaned. "Harder."
Chris began to thrust, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Ki met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
"Oh, Dad," Ki gasped, her orgasm building once again.
Chris could feel Ki's pussy tightening around his cock, her muscles clenching and unclenching as she came. He grunted, his own orgasm crashing over him as he filled his daughter with his seed.
As they lay in bed, spent and satisfied, Chris couldn't help but feel a deep sense of love and connection with his daughter. He knew their relationship would never be the same, but he also knew that they had just experienced something truly magical.
*****
Fauxcest 48.
* Not fauxcest:
(5080 characters)
A Demon's Desire: Chris and Ki.li.li's Erotic Encounter
Chris had always been fascinated by mythology and the supernatural, so when he stumbled upon a book about Sumerian demons, he was immediately drawn to it. One demon in particular caught his eye: Ki.li.li, a female demon associated with owls and a servant of Ishtar. Chris couldn't shake the image of Ki.li.li from his mind, and he found himself fantasizing about her more and more each day.
One night, as he was lying in bed, he heard a soft tapping at his window. He got up to investigate and was shocked to see a beautiful woman with owl-like features perched on his windowsill.
"Chris," she said softly, "I am Ki.li.li, the demon you have been dreaming of. I have come to fulfill your desires."
Chris was taken aback, but he couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards the demon. He invited her in, and they sat down on his bed.
"I have wanted you for so long, Ki.li.li," Chris said, his voice trembling with desire.
"And I have wanted you, Chris," Ki.li.li replied, her eyes gleaming in the moonlight. "But before we make love, I want to hear you say it. Tell me that you want me, that you desire me."
"I want you, Ki.li.li," Chris said, his voice growing stronger. "I desire you with every fiber of my being. I want to touch you, to taste you, to make love to you."
Ki.li.li smiled, her lips curling up into a seductive smile. "Then take me, Chris. Take me and make me yours."
Chris didn't need to be told twice. He pulled Ki.li.li close and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. She responded in kind, her own tongue dancing with his.
As they kissed, Chris's hands began to wander, exploring Ki.li.li's body. He ran his fingers through her hair, down her neck, and over her shoulders. She shivered with pleasure as he touched her, her nipples hardening under her dress.
Chris broke the kiss and began to trail kisses down Ki.li.li's neck, nibbling on her earlobes and licking her collarbone. She moaned with pleasure, her hands running through his hair.
"Yes, Chris," she whispered. "That feels so good."
Chris continued to kiss and lick his way down Ki.li.li's body, stopping to suck on her nipples through her dress. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against his mouth.
"Oh, Chris," she moaned. "That feels so good."
Chris continued to explore Ki.li.li's body, his hands wandering down to her thighs. He ran his fingers over the fabric of her dress, feeling the heat radiating from her pussy.
"I want to taste you, Ki.li.li," he said, his voice husky with desire.
"Then taste me, Chris," she replied, her voice equally husky.
Chris pulled Ki.li.li's dress up, revealing her bare pussy. He wasted no time, diving in and licking her clit. She moaned loudly, her hands gripping the sheets.
"Oh, yes, Chris," she moaned. "Just like that."
Chris continued to lick and suck on Ki.li.li's clit, feeling her getting wetter and wetter. He slipped a finger inside of her, feeling her walls clench around him.
"Yes, Chris," she moaned. "Just like that."
Chris continued to finger and lick Ki.li.li, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. She writhed and moaned under his touch, her legs shaking.
"I'm close, Chris," she moaned. "I'm so close."
With one final flick of his tongue, Ki.li.li came hard, her juices flowing into Chris's mouth. He lapped them up, savoring her taste.
"That was amazing, Chris," Ki.li.li said, her voice breathless.
"It's not over yet," Chris replied, a wicked grin on his face.
He stood up and pulled off his pants, revealing his hard cock. Ki.li.li's eyes widened with desire as she saw it.
"I want you to ride me, Ki.li.li," Chris said, his voice husky.
Ki.li.li didn't need to be told twice. She straddled Chris, positioning her pussy over his cock. She slowly lowered herself down, taking him in inch by inch.
"Yes, Chris," she moaned as she began to ride him. "Just like that."
Chris reached up and cupped Ki.li.li's breasts, pinching her nipples as she rode him. She moaned louder, her pace quickening.
"Oh, yes, Chris," she moaned. "Fuck me harder."
Chris obliged, thrusting his hips up to meet hers. She moaned louder, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.
"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted. "Fuck me, Chris. Fuck me harder."
Chris could feel himself getting close, but he wanted to make sure Ki.li.li came again first. He reached down and began to rub her clit as he thrust into her.
"Oh, fuck, Chris," she moaned. "I'm close. I'm so close."
With one final thrust, Ki.li.li came again, her juices flowing over Chris's cock. He couldn't hold back any longer, and with one final thrust, he came deep inside of her.
They collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweating.
"That was amazing, Chris," Ki.li.li said, her voice still breathless.
"Yes, it was," Chris replied, a satisfied smile on his face.
They lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
"I want to see you again, Ki.li.li," Chris said, breaking the silence.
"And I want to see you again, Chris," Ki.li.li replied, a smile on her face.
And so, they made plans to meet again, their lovemaking only the beginning of their relationship.
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Fauxcest:
(4524 characters)
A Father's Love: Chris and Kilili's Forbidden Desire
Chris had always thought of his daughter Kilili the goddess. She was tall and slender, with long, flowing black hair and delicate features. Her dark, almond-shaped eyes sparkled with intelligence and mischief, and her lips were full and inviting.
Chris and Kilili had always been close. They lived alone in a secluded house in the countryside, and Chris had homeschooled Kilili since she was a young child. She was now eighteen years old, and Chris couldn't believe how quickly the time had flown.
One evening, as they sat on the couch watching a movie, Kilili snuggled up close to Chris. She rested her head on his shoulder and let out a contented sigh. Chris put his arm around her and pulled her closer, feeling his heart swell with love and pride.
"Dad," Kilili said softly, "I've been thinking."
"Yes, sweetheart?" Chris replied, his voice full of warmth.
"I know we've always been close," Kilili continued, "but I feel like there's something missing between us. Something... intimate."
Chris's heart skipped a beat. He had always tried to be a good father, but he had never considered crossing that boundary with Kilili. He took a deep breath and replied, "What do you mean, Kilili?"
"I mean," Kilili said, looking up at him with those sparkling eyes, "I want to be more than just your daughter. I want to be your lover."
Chris was taken aback. He had never considered such a thing, and he didn't know how to react. But as he looked into Kilili's eyes, he saw the desire and longing there, and he knew that he couldn't deny her.
"Okay, Kilili," he said softly, "I'll be your lover."
Kilili's face lit up with a smile, and she leaned in to kiss Chris. He responded eagerly, his hands roaming over her body as they explored each other.
"I want to make love to you, Dad," Kilili whispered in his ear, her breath hot and heavy.
"I want that too, Kilili," Chris replied, his voice husky with desire.
They stood up and made their way to the bedroom, shedding their clothes as they went. Kilili's body was even more beautiful than Chris had imagined, with long, slender legs and perky breasts. He couldn't wait to taste her, to feel her wetness on his tongue.
They fell onto the bed, their bodies entwined. Chris started by kissing Kilili's lips, their tongues dancing together as they explored each other's mouths. He then moved down to her neck, nibbling and licking the soft skin there. Kilili let out a soft moan, her hands running through Chris's hair.
Chris continued down Kilili's body, licking and sucking her nipples until they were hard and erect. Kilili writhed beneath him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Chris could feel her wetness on his leg, and he knew she was ready for him.
He moved down further, spreading Kilili's legs wide. He looked at her pussy, wet and glistening, and he couldn't resist. He leaned in and started licking and sucking her clit, his fingers exploring her wetness. Kilili's moans grew louder, and she started thrusting her hips against Chris's face.
"Oh, Dad, yes!" Kilili cried out, her orgasm building. "Don't stop, don't stop!"
Chris continued licking and sucking Kilili's clit, his fingers moving in and out of her pussy. Kilili's orgasm hit her like a wave, and she cried out in pleasure.
"Fuck, Dad, that was amazing!" Kilili exclaimed, her body still trembling.
Chris smiled, pleased with himself. He had always known he was good in bed, but he had never imagined it would be with his own daughter.
"I'm not done with you yet, Kilili," Chris said, his voice husky.
He positioned himself between Kilili's legs and entered her, feeling her wetness surround him. Kilili let out a loud moan, her legs wrapping around Chris's waist.
They started moving together, their bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time. Chris's hands roamed over Kilili's body, pinching and caressing her nipples. Kilili's hands were on Chris's ass, pulling him deeper into her.
"Yes, Dad, fuck me harder!" Kilili cried out, her orgasm building again.
Chris increased his pace, his balls slapping against Kilili's ass. Kilili's moans grew louder, and she started screaming in pleasure.
"Oh, Dad, I'm cumming again!" Kilili cried out, her orgasm hitting her like a tidal wave.
Chris could feel Kilili's pussy contracting around his cock, and it was too much for him. He let out a loud moan, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train.
"Fuck, Kilili, I'm cumming!" Chris cried out, his cum filling Kilili's pussy.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent and exhausted.
*****
Fauxcest 49.
(4391 characters)
A Father's Desire: The Forbidden Love of Chris and Kishar
Chris had always thought of his daughter, Kishar, as a goddess. She was beautiful, intelligent, and kind, with a laugh that could light up a room. As she grew older, Chris found himself admiring her more and more, but he never allowed himself to think of her in any way other than as his daughter.
One day, as Kishar was getting ready to go out, Chris couldn't help but stare at her. She was wearing a tight dress that accentuated her curves, and her long hair flowed down her back like a river of gold.
"Dad, what are you staring at?" Kishar asked, catching Chris off guard.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Chris said, blushing. "You just look so beautiful."
Kishar smiled and walked over to Chris, standing so close that he could feel her breath on his face.
"Do you really think so?" she asked, her voice low and seductive.
Chris nodded, unable to speak. He could feel his heart racing as Kishar leaned in and pressed her lips against his.
The kiss was electric, and Chris felt a rush of desire coursing through his body. He wrapped his arms around Kishar and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.
As they kissed, Chris ran his hands over Kishar's body, feeling the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts. He could feel her nipples harden beneath her dress, and he knew that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Breaking the kiss, Kishar took Chris's hand and led him to her bedroom. She closed the door behind them and turned to face him, her eyes shining with desire.
"I want you, Daddy," she whispered, her voice husky with lust.
Chris didn't need any further encouragement. He pulled Kishar close and kissed her again, his hands exploring her body as they undressed each other.
As they stood naked before each other, Chris couldn't believe how beautiful Kishar was. Her body was toned and firm, with curves in all the right places. He couldn't wait to taste her, to feel her writhing beneath him as he brought her to orgasm.
Kishar must have been thinking the same thing, because she pushed Chris down onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. She ground her pelvis against his, teasing him with the promise of what was to come.
Chris reached up and cupped Kishar's breasts, squeezing them gently as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. Kishar moaned and threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back.
Chris couldn't wait any longer. He sat up and took one of Kishar's nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it as she moaned with pleasure. He reached down and stroked her clit, feeling it swell beneath his fingers.
Kishar was wet and ready for him, and Chris slid his fingers inside her, feeling her walls contract around him. She was tight and hot, and Chris knew that he wouldn't last long once he was inside her.
He positioned himself at her entrance and looked up at Kishar, who was staring down at him with a look of pure desire.
"I'm ready, Daddy," she whispered, and Chris thrust into her, filling her completely.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat as they chased their release. Kishar rode Chris hard, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Chris reached up and cupped them, tweaking her nipples as she moaned with pleasure.
They changed positions, with Kishar on her hands and knees and Chris behind her. He entered her from behind, his fingers finding her clit once again. He stroked her as he thrust into her, their bodies slapping together as they both raced towards orgasm.
"Oh, Daddy, yes!" Kishar cried out, her voice muffled by the pillow. "Harder, harder!"
Chris gave it to her harder, his balls slapping against her ass as he pounded into her. He could feel his orgasm building, and he knew that Kishar was close too.
With a cry, Kishar came, her body shuddering with pleasure as Chris continued to thrust into her. He could feel her walls contracting around him, milking him for all he was worth.
With a final thrust, Chris came too, filling Kishar with his seed. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent and sated.
As they lay there, panting and sweating, Chris couldn't believe what had just happened. He had just had sex with his daughter, and it had been the most intense experience of his life.
But as he looked at Kishar, her face flushed with pleasure and her body still trembling from her orgasm, Chris knew that he would do it again in a heartbeat.
*****
Fauxcest 50.
(3197 characters)
His daughter Kittum, also known as Niĝgina, was a stunning beauty with an otherworldly aura. She had a body that was both curvaceous and lithe, with smooth, golden skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight.
One night, as they sat together on the couch, Kittum leaned in close to Chris and whispered, "Father, I have something to tell you."
Chris felt his heart race as he looked into her eyes. "Yes, my dear?"
"I am not like other women," she said. "I am a goddess, and I have been watching over you all your life."
Chris was stunned, but he couldn't deny the truth in her words. He had always felt a deep connection to Kittum, and he had always known that she was special.
"I want to show you my true nature," Kittum said, taking Chris's hand. "I want to make love to you, father."
Chris was hesitant at first, but Kittum's touch was intoxicating. He felt himself being pulled under her spell, and he couldn't resist her.
They began to kiss, their tongues exploring each other's mouths with a passion that neither of them had ever known. Kittum's hands roamed over Chris's body, caressing his chest and back with a tender touch.
As they undressed each other, Kittum whispered, "You are so beautiful, father. I want to taste every inch of your body."
Chris moaned as Kittum's lips moved down his body, her tongue tracing a path from his neck to his chest. She took one of his nipples in her mouth, sucking and nibbling on it gently.
Chris felt a surge of pleasure as Kittum's hand moved down to his cock, which was already rock-hard. She stroked it gently, her fingers wrapped around its length.
"You like that, father?" Kittum asked, her voice husky with desire.
"Yes, my darling," Chris gasped. "It feels incredible."
Kittum continued to stroke Chris's cock as she moved down to his balls, taking each one into her mouth and sucking on it gently. Chris moaned with pleasure, his hips bucking involuntarily.
Kittum then moved down to Chris's ass, her tongue tracing a path around his hole. She teased him, her tongue just barely brushing against his sensitive skin.
Chris couldn't take it any longer. He needed to be inside Kittum, to feel her warmth around him.
"Please, my darling," he begged. "I need you."
Kittum smiled up at him, her eyes shining with desire. She positioned herself over Chris, her pussy wet and ready for him.
Chris entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight warmth around him. Kittum moaned as he filled her, her hips meeting his in a rhythm that was both ancient and new.
They moved together, their bodies becoming one. Chris could feel Kittum's muscles contracting around him, pulling him deeper inside her.
"Yes, father," Kittum moaned. "Harder, please."
Chris complied, thrusting into her with a force that made the bed shake. Kittum cried out with pleasure, her voice ringing through the room.
As they reached their climax, Chris could feel Kittum's body trembling beneath him. He could feel her pussy contracting around his cock, milking him for all he was worth.
They collapsed onto the bed, spent and satisfied. Chris wrapped his arms around Kittum, holding her close.
"I love you, my darling," he whispered.
"I love you too, father," Kittum replied, her voice soft and content.
*****