Chapter 32 Accepting the Evil Dragon’s Daughter as My Mate
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Sakuya’s hands gripped mine, our fingers intertwined so tightly it felt like she’d never let go. Straddling me, her knees pressed into the futon, she positioned herself just above my p***s, her glistening core hovering over its menacing length.
Her eyes, shimmering with anticipation, betrayed her longing for me to claim her purity. She could have taken control, could have lowered herself and seized what she wanted, but Sakuya—ever the papa’s girl—craved for me, her father, to make that choice.
Her breath hitched as she brushed against me, her core teasing my p***s with delicate kisses, each touch igniting a fire that threatened to consume me. She was both a seductive queen and a devoted servant, utterly surrendered to her father’s will.
A soft laugh escaped her lips. “Don’t hold back, Father. Your… impressive m*n looks like it’s suffering.”
Her hips dipped, her core grazing the tip of my p*, teasing it with slow, deliberate movements. She toyed with me, drawing out my desire with relentless precision, fearless even in the face of my body’s undeniable power.
Though she was barely out of her teens, her body—a vision of beauty that could topple kingdoms—seemed too delicate for the sheer force of what I wielded. Yet, far from intimidated, Sakuya’s excitement only grew, her breath quickening as her imagination ran wild with the thought of being filled. Her arousal dripped like a steady stream, her body trembling with the promise of exquisite torment.
”You care about me, don’t you, Father?” she asked, her voice soft but piercing.
”Of course,” I said, my throat tight. “That’s why I’d never want to hurt you like this—”
”Then you have to take my purity,” she cut in, her tone urgent. “It can only be you.”
A sharp gasp caught in my chest as her core enveloped me, her warmth tightening around my p***s with a deliberate, welcoming grip. Her inner walls, hot and molten, guided me deeper, drawing me toward the untouched barrier of her maidenhood. She paused just before it, letting me feel the weight of her purity, her throat bared to the weapon I wielded. Then, with a whisper, she spoke.
”All of me belongs to you, Father. My purity… it’s yours alone to claim.”
She released my hands, guiding one to her lower abdomen, pressing my palm against her skin.
”The life we create will be yours,” she said, her voice trembling with devotion. “My body, my heart, my womb—all of it is yours.”
Her words carried a fevered intensity, a love for her father that bordered on madness. Tears welled in her eyes, not from lust but from a desperate need for me to accept her.
She was baring her most sacred self, pleading for my resolve, her grip tightening around my p***s as if to prove her heart’s fierce possessiveness. Then, she asked the question that cut to the core.
”Don’t you… want me, Father?”
Her voice quivered, raw with fear that her love might be unreturned, that this was all a one-sided dance. Her expression, vulnerable as a child’s, betrayed her dread of rejection. Her hands, trembling, clung to mine as if to anchor herself against that fear.
Even as the daughter of the world-destroying Evil Dragon, her heart was as human as any. I squeezed her hands firmly, reassuring her, and her face lit up, the shadow of doubt fading.
If she needed me this badly, I couldn’t hold back—not even if it meant crossing that forbidden line.
”I want you, Sakuya,” I said, my voice low and resolute.
The moment I answered, I proved it with action. I pushed past her barrier, claiming my daughter as my Mate. The sensation overwhelmed her, her body trembling as I filled her completely, her womb yielding to my p*’s relentless advance.
A sharp cry tore from Sakuya’s throat, her voice echoing through the room with unrestrained joy. “Father… oh, Father!”
Her core clamped around me, her body molding to my shape, the outline of my p***s visible against her taut abdomen. She gazed down at it, not with pain but with tears of ecstasy, overwhelmed by the bond we’d forged. She’d loved me since before she was born—not as a daughter, but as a woman, as my Mate. Clinging to me, she poured her heart into every touch, her arms wrapping around me as if to merge us into one.
”I’m so happy,” she gasped, her voice breaking with emotion. “To be your Mate… oh, Father!”
”It’s too soon for a child,” I said, trying to hold onto some shred of reason. “You’ll have to wait for that.”
”I’ll wait!” she cried, her voice fervent. “If I can one day bear your child, that alone will fill my heart with joy!”
Her lips crashed into mine, her kiss fierce and unyielding, her tongue dancing with mine as if to convey the depth of her happiness. Each movement of her hips, each thrust of my p***s within her, drew muffled breaths from her lips, swallowed by our kiss. Her arms, locked around me, refused to let go, her resolve unbreakable.
Her cries grew softer, more desperate. “Father… my Father…”
Her heart, utterly captivated, sank deeper into the forbidden abyss of our bond. Our bodies fit together perfectly, as if destined from the start. My p***s and her core meshed like gears, our movements synchronized, our breaths aligned. It felt like fate—like we were always meant to be Mates. Sakuya felt it too, her passion intensifying with every moment, unstoppable.
”You’re my Mate now, Sakuya,” I growled. “When the time comes, I’ll let you bear my children, again and again.”
”Yes!” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “Let me bear your children… forever!”
Her words echoed her mother Yaten’s insatiable desire, her body promising to one day grow lush and fertile like hers. The thought of filling Sakuya with my seed, of transforming her into a mother, sent my own primal urges spiraling.
Our forbidden union burned hotter, our bodies locked in a frenzied dance. Sakuya, pinning me down with her embrace, shifted into a commanding rhythm, her hips rising and falling with fierce intensity. The wet sounds of our connection filled the room, the friction of my p***s against her core drowning us in a sea of illicit pleasure. Her hands, still clasped in mine, refused to let go, her papa’s girl heart claiming me completely.
”Like Mother,” she panted, “I’ll only bear daughters… daughters who’ll love you, Father, just like me! And if they want it… if they want to be your Mates too… oh, please, let them!”
”If they choose it,” I said, my voice rough, “I’ll make them my Mates.”
”Yes!” she cried, her voice breaking. “My daughters… they’ll want you, Father. They’ll all be your Mates… every one of them, forever!”
The thought of our lineage, every generation bound to me as Mates, pushed Sakuya to the edge. Her body convulsed, her core tightening around me as she reached her peak, a sharp cry escaping her lips.
Her inner walls pulsed with ferocious intensity, a testament to her primal need. Her back arched, as if pulled taut by an invisible thread, her body trembling in the aftershocks of ecstasy. Even the disciplined, regal Sakuya was reduced to a dazed, open-mouthed state, drool spilling as she surrendered to her desire.
”Sakuya… I’m at my limit,” I groaned.
Her eyes widened, a strained gasp escaping her as my release surged within her. “Father’s… sd!”
Our forbidden act knew no bounds. My p***s unleashed its desire, flooding her womb with my essence. Though no child would come of it—not yet—the act marked her as mine, my white-hot claim staining her core. The sheer volume, a testament to the inhuman potency inherited from her mother’s Evil Dragon blood, filled her relentlessly, her abdomen swelling slightly with the pressure. It was as if her body demanded to be bred, contraception be damned.
”It’s like… I’m carrying your child,” Sakuya murmured, her dazed expression softening as she caressed her swollen abdomen.
Each wave of pleasure made her body jump, a muffled cry slipping out as she surrendered to the sensation. Collapsing against me, she melted into my arms, her face that of a woman lost to forbidden bliss. Her lips sought mine, kissing me with a tender desperation.
”If you command me to conceive,” she whispered, “I’ll bear your child anytime.”
Her words, sweet yet venomous, promised that my seed would linger in her womb, waiting to fulfill its purpose.
”For now, your womb is mine,” I said. “But until the Sealing Dragon Festival ends, I won’t let you conceive. And when the time comes, when I release you from your Shikigami duties… if your heart remains unchanged, I’ll make you—”
”My Mate,” she finished, her voice dreamy with longing. “Oh, to bear your child then…”
Lost in visions of that future, Sakuya sank deeper into her trance. Her body, heart, and womb were mine, marked forever. Only the final piece—conception—remained to complete our forbidden bond as Mates.
”Father,” she said softly, bowing deeply with three fingers pressed to the floor, a gesture of a bride pledging herself. “I look forward to our eternity together.”
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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