Frena, Neia’s daughter, is a bit of a rascal, but I don’t think she’s promiscuous.
Neia herself has long since lost all resistance to sex, but she’s not the type to seek it out on her own initiative. She wouldn’t dare “evangelize” sex to her children.
Well, most people wouldn’t, but it happens often in our household. After all, if you look around, the female slave mothers are living joyfully nude in the Full-Nudity Palace. If the kids live there until they reach an age of reason, it’s inevitable that they won’t remain completely uninterested in the opposite sex and sex itself.
Still, covering their eyes now would be ridiculous, and without even needing to cite the Cat Beast Colony or Misty Palace as examples, a world with a culture liberated from sexual and nudity restrictions isn’t exactly unheard of.
We follow the wisdom of the long-lived races that one should provide options once proper knowledge is acquired. Our policy is to teach the children, at an early stage, without holding back, about “our family being special” and various aspects of sexuality.
I’m not confident whether this will foster average ethical views, but since our female slaves—diverse in race, class, and international background—say that such standards vary by social class and country, I’ve decided to accept it as is.
However, shouldn’t we avoid speaking excessively about the pleasures of sex to our daughter? No, I do think it’s important to have a sufficient answer ready for why she shamelessly waits in the nude, eager for Papa to rub his penis on her, though.
Also, if we’re going to teach them, I believe we should emphasize “wait until you become an adult.” Cases like Marche from Cosmos Honpo or our Elenia are exceptional examples, aren’t they?
…Eh, was it okay back in the old days of Southern Desert because women could marry at 12? Is that still the current system in parts of the Elf Territory?
W-well, others are others. We are us.
…Since we have a real-life example like Elenia, is “we are us” cutting off the snake?
Oh my.
Anyway, lately, Frena has been desperately seeking attention. In a sexual manner.
“Elenia is beyond saving, but I want to give up on breaking Frena’s spirit. She’s so cute; if she just grows up a bit more, she’ll definitely be popular… popular… grrr”
“Why do you look so frustrated…”
“Imagining some random guys grinning and talking to such a cute girl is… and imagining how our daughter isn’t entirely uninterested… what a trial that is for a father…!!”
“…Ahaha”
Neia was in that sort of mood, forced into a polite laugh because she didn’t know how to respond.
We were on our way back from delivering blacksmithing work in town.
With the population growth, several new blacksmith shops have opened in Polka, and while ordinary jobs for me are still scarce, I do get a few.
It’s less about my skill and more that when other easily accessible shops are busy, I’m able to say “We can handle it!” and finally get the commission. We have a sign near the counter of the inn we manage that reads “Smithson Armory - General Blacksmithing Services,” but unless it’s urgent, nobody seems to think of asking us for help.
Jeanna is still helping out, and our quality is solid. Maybe saying “general” isn’t such a good idea?
…I wonder if the female slaves are indirectly interfering with requests because my busy schedule reduces the frequency of sex?
“If it hurts that much, shouldn’t you just sleep with Frena?”
“Don’t give up so easily, Neia. A child needs a safe place to sleep. If the parents who are supposed to protect that start directing their desires at them, there’d be nowhere to hide.”
“Would it? I’m the type who sleeps most peacefully while being held, so I don’t really get it.”
“…You’re an exceptional example too, huh.”
It was a moot point trying to appeal to Neia, who never had parents in the conventional sense and went through a hardcore adolescence; she just couldn’t empathize.
Or rather, calmly speaking, the fact that she sleeps most peacefully not in any soft, quiet place but pinned down with me cumming inside her over and over might be considered a specific fetish.
“But Frena isn’t unintelligent either… She’s a child who absolutely won’t do anything she truly dislikes, so I don’t think it’s just rivalry against Elenia-chan.”
“She probably just doesn’t know what romance is.”
“If you say that, quite a few people might take issue… My own story of doing sex before proper romance is also dubious.”
“…Yeah. Sorry.”
I forced myself into the relationship because otherwise she seemed likely to die spectacularly on her own. Yes.
Besides, among the female slaves, there are indeed plenty for whom sex comes before romance, not the other way around. The Cat Beast group obviously has many with sexual and reproductive drives taking precedence.
Saying that’s bad would just make things even more stuck. Troublesome.
“If she just wants to be spoiled, I wish she’d say so directly. Since she can’t say that, I get the feeling she’s pretending to compete over the same thing as Elenia to get attention…”
“I suppose you could say that. But there’s no doubt she’s lonely.”
Neia laughed lightly.
Lovely. As is typical of the Elven lineage, she has hardly aged since we first met. If there’s one difference, it would be that her belly is now quite round. “As far as I’m concerned, I haven’t been paying much attention to Frena lately, so it would really help if you could be completely consumed with fatherhood until the next child comes along—until they’re weaned.” “The concept of handing them off to their father isn’t bad, but isn’t that an outrageous line to accept!?” ”…Well, yes. I’m not Selen or anything, but… she is my daughter.” Looking away. ”…That you like her, and that you’re a pervert about it—well, maybe it’s just in the blood.” “That’s a dangerous theory that implies most couples who fall in love end up as an incestuous pair!?”
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Well, see.
Fundamentally, it stems from the harem ethics where “not monopolizing one man” is simply accepted.
Once you swallow that premise, examples emerge of crossing the line into the family sphere, and then it becomes impossible to reject the logic that says, “So I can do it too.”
Because, of course, I love all my beautifully raised daughters dearly. Stripping away any sexual meaning.
If they come charging in on their own, I can’t push them away.
If this were a proper couple, there should be a solid defense like “I’m devoted solely to Mom,” but I have none of that at all. So when my beloved daughters become infatuated with me, I lack the single move to shake it off. Now that I’ve allowed Elenia’s intrusion, all the more so.
“E-Even so, laying a hand on a girl her age is…”
“She’s bigger than me now.”
“Jeanne, sit down?”
When people like Jeanne and Irina come out, little ones usually end up in range too, which makes my defense weak in that sense as well.
“You said that once I reach this height, it’s not so unreasonable as long as we’re careful about pregnancy, Dad… ♪”
“That person is… grr!”
Vapor Palace, hot spring area.
In the end, I couldn’t push Frena away when she straddled my prone body, spreading her slender legs and exposing her own small labia.
“Dad, if you have the chance, wouldn’t you want your daughter’s first time to be yours…? I know how you feel… ♪”
“T-That’s usually a no-no.”
”…Then should I just stick some random dick around here in?”
“Absolutely not!?”
“What about letting some random guy from the Granzi hump her?”
“I’d die just thinking about it.”
Cowardly, that leading question. There’s no way a father would say “yes.” No way.
I feel like Elenia said something similar to me too, but did someone put them up to it?
…There are too many candidates for who might have done it.
“Then Dad has to do it… ♪”
“You don’t usually accommodate Papa’s wishes that far!”
I mean, it’s not “I want to do it to my daughter,” rather, I absolutely hate the idea of her losing her virginity carelessly with some cheap tool or to a man she doesn’t even know—no, I hate it even if it’s someone she knows. It’s an unfixable feeling, so it stays unfixable.
“This isn’t Dad’s wish, it’s my wish… we just like each other ♪”
“Mmph.”
Frena slowly lowered her hips.
On a face that still retained the faint features of Neia, who was much younger, I could see tension and excitement mixed together at their breaking point.
Listening to the words alone made it seem lewd, but she must have hesitated many times over, made up her mind, and pushed herself so she couldn’t go back.
And in the hot spring area, a few female slaves and other women were watching her reckless behavior with amused smiles.
Should I stop them? The father is trying to have sex with his daughter, you know? It’s generally impossible, right?
“S-Something like imitating Elenia isn’t necessary at all…”
”…Let me imitate.”
Frena murmured softly.
My heart skipped a beat at her sudden change in tone.
I felt like I’d touched on something sensitive.
I’ve had countless romances with plenty of girls, so I can tell when the mood is shifting.
But what about Frena?
“Let me… imitate you!! Just hold me tight like Mom or Elenia does, love me to the fullest, dote on me… Why can’t I have that?!”
“I mean, for something like that, a father is usually…”
“I want Dad to do it! I want Dad to feel good, and I want him to enjoy it too… If it’s okay with Elenia, why isn’t it okay with me?! Hold each other tightly until we’re completely exhausted, make each other happy… I want to be happy—why isn’t that allowed? I don’t care if anyone else pleases them!”
“Ah, uh…”
Damn, I can’t argue with this.
My daughter is pouring her heart out for me. She understands the situation and is willingly offering up her entire body only to me.
That alone fills my chest, and once again, I find no words in response to such a specific reality.
Saying “this is an act of procreation…” would be pointless if we’re using proper contraception anyway. Besides, Elenia already accepts it under those conditions.
“It’s okay, right…?”
”…Mm.”
“Is it okay?”
”…Y-Yes.”
I lose.
Swept away by my daughter’s overwhelming pressure, I agreed to let my father’s cock penetrate the inside of her, as she lowered her hips down toward me.
She really is cute. She’s a wild colt, and more than anyone else she causes me trouble, but she is still the treasure that Neia and I share.
That daughter of mine, like a mother, like a sister-in-law, uses her feminine body to feel her father and make him feel, pouring her emotions into it.
This was the second time I’ve crossed this moral line after Elenia, but that sense of annihilation at the moment of penetration, that refreshing thrill standing shoulder-to-shoulder with despair, never fades no matter how often it happens.
Ah.
Damn it, as expected… it’s exactly the same.
When I feel so much love and transgression at once, I am incredibly vulnerable.
“Dad…♪ Look, push in more… since we’re this far… Dad, help me… all the way to the back… Kyaaah!?”
“Ugh… Frena… aaah!”
To my clumsy daughter who was slowly lowering her hips… before I could even finish the penetration to the hilt, I came.
Before my throbbing flesh could do it, the terrifying pressure of my ejaculation tried to stretch her hymen wide.
The excessive vaginal tightness of her young body trapped the semen, swelling the depths of her pussy like a squirrel’s cheek pouch.
“Ahh, ahhh… Dad, that’s… you’re… all at once…♪”
Maybe Cosmos and the others had used some magic to kill the pain along with the contraception, because she didn’t seem as pained as I expected.
But I was caught in a storm of mixed emotions—having ejaculated inside another daughter’s vagina again—and could barely breathe through the pleasure.
…No good.
If something like this becomes a habit… I can’t carve any more motivations into myself to touch my daughters, I told myself, but like driving a final stake in, I thrust deep into the expanded hymen and immediately started going at it again.
It feels so good. It’s irresistible.
Being thoroughly serviced by his beloved daughter. “Amazing… Dad, this is so good… I’m having it too… ♪” Frena collapsed into me, clinging to my chest. “Like Elenia does… do it like that… ♪” Not in competition, but reaching out in envy. His daughter panted heavily in bliss.
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“Fathers and daughters really do resemble each other, don’t they?” “They sure do. Can’t help it, being Half-elves and all. ♪” Watching the obscene state of Frena, who had been emptied of load after load until she blacked out, and Elenia, who arrived later to take over and finish the job, two Half-elf mothers with impressive bellies and breasts smiled and chatted pleasantly while soaking in their bath. …Is it okay to laugh about this? Can I really just brush it off because they’re Half-elves? However, defeated as I was, I had no words left; all I could do was keep making Elenia happy.