Frena, Neia’s daughter, is a bit of a handful, but she’s not exactly a nymphomaniac… or so I like to think.
Neia herself has no qualms about sex anymore, but she’s not the type to initiate it. She’d never go around preaching “sex education” to her kids. Well, most people wouldn’t, but in our household, it happens often. After all, the mother-slaves live happily naked in the Naked Palace, and if the kids grow up there, they’re bound to develop an interest in the opposite sex and sex itself.
Well, blindfolding them at this point would be weird, and examples like the Beastfolk Colony or Misty Palace prove that a culture with open attitudes toward sex and nudity isn’t unheard of in the world.
Taking advice from the long-lived species—give kids proper knowledge and let them choose for themselves—we’ve decided to tell our children early on that “we’re a special family” and be completely upfront about sex.
Whether that fosters average ethics, I’m not so sure, but the diverse slave-women say that such things vary by social class and country anyway, so I just accept it as such.
But maybe I shouldn’t talk to my daughter too much about the pleasures of sex. Like… why does she shamelessly wait naked for me to stuff her with my dick? It’s important to have a good answer ready for that.
And even when teaching, I should probably emphasize “when you’re an adult.” Maru from Cosmos Shop and Elenia are special cases.
…Huh? The south desert used to let girls marry at 12, so it’s okay? Is that still the law in some elven territories?
N-No, this is our house. That’s our rules.
…Elenia’s existence makes “this is our house” sound like a contradiction?
Ugh, fine.
Anyway, lately, Frena’s been acting like she wants attention… in a sexual way.
“Elenia’s hopeless, but I want to make Frena give up on that. She’s so cute; if she just matured a little, she’d be so popular… popular… damn it."
"Why are you sounding frustrated?"
"Imagining some guy hitting on such a cute girl… and imagining my daughter not being completely against it is such a trial for a father…!!"
"…Haha.”
Neia just gave a polite, forced laugh because she didn’t know how to respond.
Right now, I’m back from delivering blacksmithing work in town.
With the population boom, several smithies have opened up in Polka, but I still get few normal jobs. More like I only get requests when other, more accessible shops are busy, and they come to me saying, “We can’t handle it, try us!”
I’ve even put up a sign near the inn’s counter that says, “Smayson Weaponry – We Take All Kinds of Blacksmithing Jobs,” but apparently, people only bother asking if they really need something.
Jeanne still helps out, and the quality is solid, but maybe saying “all kinds” isn’t helping.
…Or are the slave-women subtly sabotaging my work because they get less sex when I’m busy?
“If you’re so worried, why not just sleep with Frena yourself?"
"Don’t give up so easily, Neia. Kids need a safe place to sleep. If the parent who’s supposed to protect that turns their desires on them, where can they hide?"
"I… I feel safest when I’m being used, so I don’t really understand."
"…You’re another special case, aren’t you?”
Neia never had a normal childhood or parents, so she couldn’t relate.
Or rather, calmly speaking, sleeping with me while I’m still inside her and cumming like crazy might be considered a very specific kink.
“But Frena’s not stupid… she’s the kind of girl who’d never do something she really hated, so I don’t think it’s just jealousy over Elenia."
"Maybe she just doesn’t know anything about romance."
"If I said that, I’d probably offend a decent number of people… and whether I properly dated before having sex is also debatable."
"…Yeah. Sorry.”
I went in strong because if I left it alone, she’d probably die in some dramatic fashion. Yeah.
Besides, there are definitely quite a few female slaves where sex comes before romance. The cat- and beastkin types, for example, are clearly driven by lust and reproduction first.
If that’s what’s missing, I’ll just end up being stuck again. This is troublesome.
”If you just wanted to be spoiled, I wish you’d say so. But since you can’t, I guess you’re trying to get attention by pretending to act like Ele… or something,” he thought.
”Who knows? You’re definitely lonely, though.”
Neya smiled softly.
So cute. Like most elf-types, she hasn’t aged much since they first met.
The only difference is that she’s pregnant now.
”As for me, I’d really appreciate it if you could be completely absorbed in your father for a while—until the next kid weans, at least."
"Leaving him to the father isn’t a bad idea, but are you sure you’re okay with crossing that line!?"
"…Well, it’s like this. Not Selen, but… she’s my daughter.”
She averted her gaze.
”…The reason you like me and the reason you like sex… well… I guess it’s in the blood."
"That’s a dangerous theory that could lead to incest for most love-married couples!?”
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Well, yeah.
It all stems from the harem ethic of “not monopolizing one man” being accepted as the norm.
Once you swallow that and then someone crosses the family line, it becomes incredibly hard to reject the idea that “if they do it, I should too.”
Because, of course, he loves all his beautiful daughters—sexually neutral love, that is.
If one of them came at him headfirst, he couldn’t push her away.
A proper couple would have a solid defense like “I’m all about Mom,” but he has none of that. So when his beloved daughter throws herself at him, he’s missing the one move to shake her off. Especially after letting Eleenia in.
”B-but even so… touching a girl this old…"
"You’re bigger than me now."
"Jeanne, are you sitting down?”
Whenever Jeanne, Airena, or Solis come up, the little kids are also within range, making his defenses weak in that regard too.
”Cosmos Mom said it’s not so bad as long as you’re careful about pregnancy when they get this tall… ♪"
"That woman—!”
Vapor Palace, hot spring area.
In the end, he can’t shake off Freena, who straddles him on his back, spreads her slender legs, and parts her own small labia.
”Even you’d want to claim your daughter’s first time for yourself, right…? I know about that stuff… ♪"
"T-that’s not okay in normal circumstances."
"…Then is it okay if I just stick some random stick up there?"
"Of course not!?"
"What about letting some random boy from Granze do it?"
"Just imagining it makes me want to die.”
That’s a dirty trick, that leading question. No father would ever say yes to that. He wouldn’t say yes.
I think Elenia was told something similar, but did someone put her up to this? …There are way too many people I can suspect.
“Then Dad’s the only one who can do it…♪"
"Normally, you wouldn’t be so considerate of your dad’s desires!”
No, it’s not that I want to be the one to take her virginity or anything. It’s just that I absolutely hate the thought of her losing it with some cheap trick or some random guy she doesn’t even know—hell, even if it’s someone she knows, I still hate it. That hopeless feeling is just hopeless, so there’s nothing to do about it.
“This isn’t Dad’s wish—it’s my wish… We’re both into each other♪"
"Ugh…”
Frena slowly lowers herself onto me.
Her face, still bearing a strong resemblance to Neya when she was younger, is etched with a mix of tension and excitement—she’s at the absolute edge of her emotional capacity.
Just listening to her words, it sounds like pure lust, but she must have agonized over this decision countless times, resolved herself, and pushed herself to a point where there’s no turning back.
And the female thralls and other women in the hot spring area are watching her reckless act with amused smiles.
Wait, shouldn’t we stop this? A father and daughter are about to have sex! Isn’t that normally impossible?
“D-Don’t imitate Elenia so much…!"
"…Let me imitate her.”
Frena murmurs softly.
Her tone is a little different than expected, and I flinch in fear.
I feel like I’ve touched something.
I’ve been with plenty of girls and had various experiences. I’ve learned to recognize the signs when things are about to get out of hand.
And Frena…
“Let me imitate her…!! Like how Mom or Elenia would hug me, love me with all their might, cherish me… Why can’t I do that!? Why is it wrong for me!?"
"But, that kind of thing… a father shouldn’t—"
"I want Dad to do it! I want Dad to make me feel good, and I want to make him feel good… If Elenia’s okay with it, why isn’t me? I want to hug each other until we’re exhausted, make each other feel good… I want to be happy—why is that wrong!? I don’t want anyone else making you feel good!”
“Ah, uh…”
This is bad. I really can’t argue with her.
My daughter is thinking of me this much. She understands and wants to give her entire body only to me.
Just that alone fills me with emotion, and again, I can’t say anything specific.
Calling it an act of procreation… well, if we’re using proper contraception, then it’s just a waste of words. I’ve already allowed Elenia to do it under those circumstances anyway.
“Is it okay…?"
"…Uuu…"
"Is it okay?"
"…Y-Yes.”
I lose.
Overwhelmed by my daughter’s intensity, I agree to let my cock invade her vagina as she lowers herself onto me.
She’s really cute. She’s a handful, and she causes more trouble than anyone else, but she’s still my treasure, Neya’s treasure.
And now, this daughter of mine is directing her feelings toward her father, wanting to feel him with her body, and make him feel her—just like Mom or my stepsister did.
This debauchery is the second time since Elenia, but I’ll never get used to that moment of… that feeling of ruin, of ecstasy intertwined with despair, as I break through.
Ah.
Crap, it’s the same as before.
Feeling this much love and debauchery makes me terribly weak.
“Daddy…♪ Come on, go deeper… we’ve come this far… Daddy, help me… all the way in… kyaa!?"
"Ugh… Frena… ah!”
My clumsy daughter lowers herself onto me little by little… I’m still not fully inside, and yet, I’m already coming.
The explosive force of my release tries to tear through her hymen before my cock even touches it.
Her too-strong vaginal pressure traps the semen, swelling the depths like a squirrel’s cheek pouch.
“Ah, ah… Daddy, don’t… not so suddenly…♪”
Did Cosmos use some magic to dull the pain along with the birth control? She doesn’t seem to be hurting as much as I expected.
But I’m drowning in a turbulent sea of emotions, overwhelmed by pleasure, as I come again inside another daughter’s womb.
…I can’t let this become a habit. I mustn’t engrave any more reasons for myself to take advantage of my daughters… but even as I think that, I drive deeper into the spread-out hymen, as if delivering the final blow, and immediately begin again.
It feels so good. Unbearable.
I’m being made to feel so good by my beloved daughter.
“Amazing… Daddy, you’re so good… me too…♪”
Frena collapses onto me, clinging tightly, her chest pressing against mine.
“Do it like Elenia did…♪”
Not rivalry, but envy has reached out.
The daughter breathes heavily in bliss.
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“Daughters really do take after us, don’t they?"
"They sure do. Can’t be helped when we’re half-elves, can it?♪”
As Frena, thoroughly filled and passed out from multiple ejaculations inside her, and Elenia, who came later to continue the fun, lay in their debauched state, the two proud half-elf mothers with their ample bellies and breasts chatted happily while soaking in a hot bath.
…Is it okay to laugh at this? Can I just brush it off because they’re half-elves?
But I, having lost, could only satisfy Elenia.