This is of course a fantasy and should be read as such. All characters are over 18 years old.
A small note of caution. This particular episode contains some non-consent fantasies, although I hope you will find they fit well into the overall story arc. But if that is a theme that turns you off, do sit this one out.
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/Ravengrave
While the giggles and moans of my darling triplets faded behind me as I descended the stairs, my daddycock still would not go down. Molly's whisper right before she returned to her sisters kept ringing in my ears .
"I want you to fill me up with your potent daddy cum, and make me pregnant with your child."
The constant opening of new gates to my own personal harem heaven was overwhelming to say the least. After having served up their nubile young bodies to me, literally climbing over each other to serve my daddycock with their mouths and pussies, at least one of my daughters was still not satisfied.
She wanted me to breed her. To pump her young pussy full of my thick potent daddycum and just keep pumping until my balls were empty. And I knew that if I got the chance to do that, there was no way she would not get pregnant. My daughters were at their most fertile age and their inheritance from their mother was that of a breeding mare. Seeing that all of my wife's kinky sex drive seemed to have been handed down in full to her daughters, there was no reason why her fertility would not have been too.
Again, I was confronted with the unreality of the situation. If someone had told me yesterday that I would be mulling over if I wanted to fuck a baby into one of my daughters ... well, things change, you might say.
At the same time I could feel myself adapting to the shocking, but heavenly new circumstances. Yes, it was a completely outlandish thought to imagine caressing your daughter's round, pregnant tummy, feeling your own baby kicking inside. But it was my reality now and I could feel my inhibitions crumbling away, irrelevant and constraining.
Because they were mine now. My daughters and my wife were my women, my harem girls. They had willingly, eagerly pledged not only their love, but their bodies to me, their Daddy, begging me to use them and care for them as I saw fit.
And care for them I would. I had always thought of it as my life's mission to protect my girls from harm and, together with their mother, make sure they had everything they needed to become strong and happy young women.
And now I had found a new and thoroughly unexpected way to fulfil that life mission. Anna and I would show our daughters happiness, such as they had never known before, by showering them in pleasure and cum. Our already close knit family would be tied even closer together as we shared the secret love that few families get to experience.
But as I revelled in this fantasy come reality, I reminded myself that we were not quite there yet. My favourite daughter, my Tiffany, was not yet a part of the new family group, the Daddy harem. Yes, I know you're not supposed to have favourite daughters. But every daddy has one, and Tiffany was mine. Some people are just your match, you know, and I think it's true for our children too, even though we don't want to admit it.
It had seemed that Anna "got" all of our daughters. Even though they were very different in interests and temperament, she had found a key to each of their souls and minds, making them confide in her and enjoy her company. To me, the triplets had always seemed to be caught up in their own little world of three, not really interested in anyone else, certainly not a daddy meddling in their business. Sure, we hung out sometimes, but rarely without Anna, Tiffany and Morgan. To them, I was mostly a taxi service to cheer trainings and gymnastics meets. Or at least, so I had thought. And when it came to Morgan, I had interpreted her quietness and private nature to mean that she was content not to build any deeper relationship with me. We had many conversations about important, meaningful stuff, but rarely about anything personal. Frankly, I had sometimes thought that Morgan found me a bit shallow, and not all that interesting. In the light of recent events, that was probably not true, but still.
Tiffany had always been a different story. Her extrovert, happy, contact seeking personality had always been a perfect match for me. I always thought of myself as a fairly uncomplicated person, and I was never ashamed of that. And Tiffany was right there with me, laughing and smiling at the same things as me. We would effortlessly enjoy each others company and being content just to hang out together. She had been as open to me as she had been to Anna about the ups and downs of her love life, seeking my advice or just a sympathetic ear on the long row of short time boyfriends she had tried and rejected. None of them seemed to be a very good match for her, but she didn't seem to mind it much, always finding them lacking in one way or the other. I sometimes suspected that she had picked a few of them up just so that she and I could make fun of them afterwards. Come to think of it, very much of our hanging out together had centred around sharing a laugh at something: rejected boyfriends, horror movies, clueless teachers or co-workers, silly youtube clips, whatever was on our minds.
She was a daddy's girl. And a mommy's girl. Everybody's girl, really. She seemed to get along with everybody and I loved her to bits.
And now I wanted her too. The flame of depraved daddy lust that Morgan had sparked in me last night threatened to consume me when I thought of adding my last, my favourite daughter to my harem.
As I entered the kitchen, Anna was there, frying breakfast sausages as if our lives hadn't just been totally upended. She turned to me and smiled.
"So, Daddy, did you have a good time fucking your three, willing teenage daughters?"
My wife came up to me, warmth and happiness shining through her eyes, and wrapped her arms - spatula still in hand - around my neck. As she looked up at me, I could see shades of all our daughters in her beautiful face. I was overwhelmed by such love for this amazing, generous, brave miracle worker of a woman, who had dared to steer the lives of me and my daughters to a place that we would never have found without her.
I bent down and kissed her, bringing all my love and gratitude towards her into that kiss.
"I love you so much, baby!"
"I love you too, daddy!"
We stayed a long time in that kiss, sharing the intimacy of the last 12 hours.
It was a soulful experience, and I could have stayed in there forever ... if it hadn't been time for some punishment!
In an instant I snagged the spatula, still clutched in my wife's hand, and at the same time I spun her around, bending her over the kitchen table.
"What ...? No, I ..."
I hiked the robe up, exposing Anna's large, beautiful ass - naked under the robe, of course - and there was a loud smack! as the spatula hit home. A splotch of grease from the sausage fat left a nice spot for me to aim for my next swat.
SMACK!
A lot harder this time, and my wife - complete slut that she is - bent her head down between her extended arms, moaned and pushed her ass out towards me, begging for more.
SMACK!
I landed another one on the other cheek, and Anna braced herself by grabbing the table cloth. She moaned again, and her breath was already getting shallow and excited.
"Spank me, daddy! Please spank your bad little girl!!"
