My daughter found her mom's magic collar, not realizing what it was, or what it would do to her when she tried putting it on.
I stretched and rolled my neck as I walked up to the door. It had been a long and stressful few weeks; a self-styled 'sorcerer' had been causing no end of trouble in amongst the homeless camps, vanishing into the obscurity of the undocumented masses any time we came close. The fool could barely cast a proper spell if his life depended on it... but to the normies, especially the mentally ill ones he'd been preying on, he may as well have been a god. But we finally had him now, locked up good and tight, and the entire unit was taking a collective and well-earned sigh of relief. I could hardly wait to kick back, relax, make a good meal, and cuddle up on the couch to watch a movie with my daughter. It was our little ritual, every Friday night since we'd lost her mom. Almost every Friday. Lyra was always really understanding about it, when work kept me out too late. But I loved and missed our nights together! I was looking forward to things getting back to normal again.
I put the fingers of my left hand against the door as I pulled out my key with my right, closing my eyes to better concentrate on the feeling of my ward. Nothing unexpected. The gentle brush of a delivery driver earlier that morning, and then Lyra coming home from school that afternoon, the soft, sweet taste of her aura as she'd passed through. The impish little show-off! I chuckled under my breath. Couldn't bring it up and down like a normal girl her age—and certainly couldn't use the pass-key I'd made for her! She'd been refusing to use that ever since she'd turned eight! No... Lyra was her mother's daughter, no doubt about it! I was just grateful her own talents tended to be somewhat less... explosive, than Bonnie's had been. It hadn't been just for her stunning figure and platinum blonde locks that everyone at school had started calling her 'Bombshell', when we'd been teenagers!
I smiled and shook my head, forcing the bitter-sweet memories into the back of my mind where they belonged. Two could play at Lyra's game, and her natural talents aside, I had a lot more experience at this than she did; I turned the key, slipping through with nary a ripple, nothing to warn her I was home. I slipped off my shoes and padded deeper into the house, looking forward to startling her. But then I heard it; a terrible, wailing, pain-filled cry, coming from her room!
Long-honed reflexes spurred me into action, sprinting down the hall, grabbing the knob and throwing wide her door, calling up a reserve of ready, unfocused power, unsure of what I would meet! Nothing could have prepared me; my beautiful, precious, innocent little teenage daughter was kneeling on her bed, naked as the day she'd been born, her knees spread wide and masturbating furiously, lines of tears streaming hot and heavy down her cheeks!
“Daddy, help!” she wailed, her eyes going wide as she saw me, but not stopping what she was doing for a moment; one small, delicate hand was clutching deeply into the flesh of her soft, heavy breast, the other rapidly frigging herself between her thighs, the sound and smell of her sex filling the room. “Get it off! Please Daddy! Get it offfff!”
That was when I noticed it; she wasn't naked after all! She was wearing a delicate, intricately inscribed golden collar, with a single, deep-green emerald set at the center of her neck. I recognized it instantly!
“Oh my God! Lyra!” I gasped, dropping to my knees at the side of her bed, forcing myself to keep my eyes lifted to hers. It had been so, so long! And Lyra's body... no! I couldn't allow myself to think like that, not even for a moment! She was my daughter, damn it, and she needed my help! I reached out, hoping against hope that I was wrong... but one touch was all it took. That was Bonnie's collar, alright! I'd know it anywhere! “What the hell were you thinking? You know better than to play with unknown artifacts like that!”
“I didn't think it was one!” she whimpered piteously. “I found it in a box, with some of Mom's things... and it was so, so pretty! Please, Daddy... you have to get it off me! Please!”
I sighed with sudden understanding. Bonnie had been... unique. Such an insufficient word for a genius like hers. She'd seen magic in a way no one else I'd met ever had. Nine times in ten, her experiments had blown up in her face, often literally. But that tenth time... she'd created things no one else could. Things no one else dreamed were even possible! It was obvious, now that it was activated... but sitting inert, in the bottom of a nonde*********** box of her mother's things, I wasn't the least bit surprised Lyra hadn't recognized that collar for what it was.
“Sweetie, I...” I swallowed nervously, slowly shaking my head. “I can't just take it off. Your mother designed it that way on purpose. And trying to disenchant it... you know what her experiments were like! It would explode for sure!”
She whimpered wordlessly, her tear-filled eyes beseeching, and it broke my heart!
“Baby, I... she linked that collar to her blood and mine,” I explained, terribly embarrassed to be giving her this glimpse into her mother's and my sex life... but she had to understand just what she'd done, by putting it on! “It... she designed it to slowly, constantly raise her level of arousal, but to prevent her from being able to orgasm. She wanted a way to deny herself indefinitely, so the end release would be as powerful as possible. And... it worked. Better than she imagined, even. So much so that it scared her, and we stopped using it altogether! She told me she'd destroyed it... I'm sorry, sweetie. I should have known that was a lie. She never could stand to destroy an artifact, even the dangerous ones, much less the ones she'd created herself! And this one... God! I am so, so sorry, baby... But the only way the clasp would release... was when I came inside of her.”
“You don't mean...” she gasped through her tears.
“I do,” I nodded, lovingly stroking her cheek with my palm, wiping away her tears with my thumb. “I am so, so sorry, baby... but it's the only way!”
She bit her lip, wincing closed her eyes, trembling. “Do it, Daddy!” she bawled, nodding her head in resignation. “You have to! I can't live like this! You have to!”
I leaned forward, and softly kissed her forehead, my own tears brimming in my eyes. God forgive me for what I was about to do to her... but I had no choice! Neither of us did.
I stood, and undid my belt and pants. Not fast, not slow. This had to happen... but I didn't want her thinking I was eager for it! That I wanted this to happen! Especially not since that deep, dark, secret part of me... Well, who could blame me, really? She was gorgeous! And it wasn't like I'd ever let myself act on it, or anything! It was our actions that defined us, not our temptations!
I pushed everything down to my knees, grabbed hold, and started stroking myself to hardness. I looked at her then, truly looked at her, letting myself see. Lyra needed me... the faster I could do this, the less awful it would be for her. God, she really was incredible! Long, wavy blonde hair and huge blue eyes that not even her constant tears could make any less beautiful. Big, soft breasts, with thick, suckable pink nipples. A tiny little waist, with seductively flared hips, and slender, shapely thighs. And her tiny, bald little pussy (what little I could see of it behind her rapidly moving hand) was squelchingly wet, and flushed the most incredible, bright shade of pink! She was an absolute vision, and I was already starting to respond. Then—oh my God! Suddenly she was leaning forward, taking her hand from her breast and grabbing the base of my shaft, kissing me on my crown!
“This will be faster, Daddy. Let me help,” she sniffled through her tears, taking me into her mouth and starting to suck.
I moaned in shocked pleasure, lovingly stroking my fingers through her hair, and taking off my shirt. My own beautiful, sexy little teenaged daughter, sucking her father's cock... The forbidden, tabboo nature of it was unlike anything I'd ever experienced... or even dreamed of, before! I was rapidly swelling and stiffening in her mouth... and I abandoned myself to the fantasy. It was no longer circumstances that had forced this on us, not within the privacy of my own mind. Lyra was doing this because she wanted to! She wanted to suck her daddy's cock! She loved me so much, the same as I had always loved her... but somehow that love had changed, had become physical! She wanted me to use that amazing, sexy little teenage body of hers, however I liked! She wanted to make me cum! Or so I told myself, a fiction which was definitely having the desired effect!
Then she was pulling away, biting her lip as she looked up at me. She was still crying... but not as much now, I thought. Was that true? Or only wishful thinking on my part? I'm not sure what she saw, staring up into my eyes, and I didn't have time to figure it out. She was turning around, crawling backwards, sticking her amazing, cute little ass out over the edge of the bed, lowering her chest to press her big, heavy tits firmly into the mattress as she did.
I lined myself up, rubbing up and down her hot, wet little lips. She'd abandoned her adorable little hole, leaving it to me, but she was still rapidly rubbing her clit. I put my hand on her hip, steadying her, and gently started to push. She whimpered—in frustration, in pain, in satisfaction, I couldn't tell which. She was so amazingly, searingly tight! But so wet I had little trouble easing my way inside. It was so forbidden, so wrong! Not just that we were having sex, which would have been bad enough... We told each other everything, so I knew she'd never been with a boy before. She'd never even been kissed! I could hardly believe that... she was so astonishingly beautiful, I knew every boy at school, and half the teachers as well, had to be salivating over her every time they saw her wiggling her way down the hall! But we never lied to each other, so I knew it was true. And now here I was, my hands gripping tight on that spectacular, round little ass, working myself deeper. Taking her virginity. Whatever else happened in her life, whoever else she would choose to be with... I would forever be her first. I was taking what no other guy would ever be able to have!
I was as careful as I knew how to be, taking my time despite our need for haste. Once I was fully inside, however, her cute little ass pressed firmly against my hips, it was no time at all before she started throwing herself back against my thrusts. She was moaning every bit as loudly as I was, vigorously fucking herself on my cock! I stroked her hips, her sides... I couldn't stop myself! I slid my hands in under her breasts, lifting her up, pinning her slender, sweat-slickened back against my chest!
“Ohh fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me hard!” she gasped, moaning as my fingers bit deeply into the softly yielding flesh of her tits. “I love it, Daddy! I love the way you're fucking me!” That was only her need speaking, it had to be... she was just encouraging me, wanting it to be over with quickly! But I allowed myself to enjoy the fantasy, kissing her neck next to her collar, sucking on her adorable little earlobe, making her moan for me... imagining that she really did want this, that we would do this over and over, every night from here on out! But I knew, in my heart of hearts, that it wasn't true. I knew this was the one and only time, that it would never happen again. And so I was living it as fully as I could, memorizing it all! The feeling of her hot, wet little kitty nearly strangling my thrusting, throbbing cock. The sound of her breath, panting with need. The look of her huge, full tits heaving on her chest as I squeezed them hard in my hands! I wanted to remember every last detail! Neither of us had chosen this... but now that it was happening, I wanted to be able to relive this moment at will, for the rest of my days, any time I wished!
I was nearly there! Far too soon... but that had been the goal, hadn't it? I had to remind myself.
“Here it comes, baby!” I moaned, warning her. I don't know why. Habit, maybe? It wasn't like she was going to pull off at the last moment and take it in her mouth, instead—that would have defeated the whole point!
“Yes, Daddy! Yes! Cum in me!” she begged, whimpering with need!
I grunted into the side of her neck, my grip tightening reflexively on her tits, as the first blast shot forth. I heard the slight metallic click from beneath her hair, and the collar fell to the bed between her knees.
“Daddyyyy!” she screamed, shaking uncontrollably as the long-delayed orgasm tore mercilessly through her body. It was all I could do to hold her in place, pounding into her from behind, delivering wave after wave of hot, potent cum, flooding into my daughter's fertile young womb! She shrieked and wailed, wordless, thrashing, fighting, trying to get away. I wouldn't let her... I couldn't! If this was to be the last time this would ever happen, I had to enjoy it to its fullest! On and on it went, long after I'd finished, minutes at least, draining her strength, leaving her weak, boneless, and spent. I finally reached down, taking the collar and tossing it safely up by her pillow, then pulled out and eased myself down to sit on the edge of her bed, pulling her crosswise into my lap. I held her, rocking her, as she clutched herself to my chest.
“I'm sorry, Daddy... I'm so, so sorry!” she whimpered. “Oh, God... you must hate me now, for making you do that to me!”
“Hush now, kitten,” I purred to her, kissing her in her hair. “I could never hate you! Never in a million years, no matter what you did! And this? You had no way to know. It was just an accident, that's all. You didn't do anything wrong. I just hope you'll be able to forgive me!”
“Forgive you? I need to thank you! If you hadn't come home when you did... if you hadn't rescued me...”
“Shhh...” I kissed her again. “That's my job, kitten. I will always rescue you! Whatever that means!”
She sobbed, and snuggled deeper against my chest. I cooed and murmured to her, comforting little nothings, as I held her tight, stroking her with my hands. We were still naked, my softening cock covered in her creamy white juices, my cum... I tried not to moan, just thinking of it. My thick, hot cum, oozing deeper and deeper inside of her, hunting for her fresh, vulnerable young eggs! We would have to deal with that, and soon! But despite what we'd just done, holding her there in my lap... it wasn't sexual now, not anymore. My daughter needed me, needed the comfort of her daddy's embrace after everything she'd just been through. And that was what she would get, for as long as she needed it, our nakedness be damned!
“I can't believe Mom was fooling around with illegal magic like that!” she finally said, barely a whisper, shuddering in my arms and shaking her head.
“It isn't illegal...” I said, and as she glanced up at me in disbelief, I shrugged, smiling weakly. “Not technically. Using something like that on anybody else... oh yeah! Way too coercive! Big time illegal! If I ever found somebody doing anything like that, I'd lock them up and throw away the key! But there's... an exception, a loophole, if you're only using it on yourself. I'm actually surprised that it worked on you at all, come to think of it—your mom was always really careful about that, just being her daughter shouldn't have been enough! But I guess, being my daughter as well, and the magic being linked to both of us, on both ends like that...”
“Yeah...” Lyra nodded. She'd always received top marks in magical theory—she lacked my practical experience, but in some ways she may have had a better idea of what had just happened than I did.
“Umm... Daddy?” she asked, some time later.
“Yes, sweetie?”
“Umm... was I okay?” I didn't understand her question, at first. She was staring down into her lap, wringing her hands together, chewing her lip. Then suddenly I got it, and I gasped. I put my finger under her chin, gently lifting and turning until she was looking me straight in my eyes.
“You were phenomenal, sweetie!” I told her honestly. Maybe I shouldn't have... but I couldn't bear to see that pain, that insecurity! “Absolutely incredible!”
“You really mean that? You aren't just saying it, to make me feel better?”
“I've never lied to you, Lyra. I'm not about to start now!” I smiled, and so did she, but I could tell she still wasn't entirely convinced. “Why, if I wasn't your father...” I waggled my eyebrows at her, and finally she laughed.
“I love you, Daddy!” she stretched to kiss me softly on my cheek, resting her head against my shoulder, her arms wrapped tightly around my chest.
“I love you too, sweetheart! Always and forever!” I squeezed her in my arms... and closed my eyes. It was those huge, soft tits of hers! I just couldn't keep myself from staring down at them, unless I closed my eyes completely!
“Daddy?” She asked again, after another little interlude of snuggling.
“Yes, baby?”
“What if... what if it didn't matter to me, that you're my father? What if, because I loved you, and trusted you so much... what if that only made it better?” she asked. And then I heard it; the gentle, metallic click. My eyes snapped open, I had to have misunderstood her meaning... she was nervously biting her lip, her mother's collar once again unbreakably sealed around her beautiful, slender little neck.
“Baby...” I gasped.
“Kiss me, Daddy!” she purred, squirming in my lap, stroking my cheek with her hand. “Kiss me, touch me... play with me, Daddy! I'm not so desperate for it, now... we can go slow, this time! You can do anything you want to... anything at all! And when you're ready... I want you to make love to me, Daddy! Slow, and gentle this time!”
“Are you sure, sweetie?” I had to ask, though of course it was already too late for that.
She answered me with a kiss, firm, hot, and passionate. I moaned into her lips... and I lifted her in my arms, standing, turning... depositing her gently down into the center of the bed, as I crawled up on top of her.
“You have to promise me that you will never, ever use this collar when I'm not already home to take care of you!” I demanded between kisses, her hand reaching down... not to herself this time, but to me.
“You don't want to come home from work to see me already down on my knees and begging you for it, Daddy?” she teased.
“And what if I get tied up at work, not knowing what you're intending?” I countered. “What if there's a traffic accident on the way home? What if it takes me an extra few hours, or more, to get home, compared to what you were expecting?”
“Oh!” she gasped, her eyes widening in dread at the implications.
“Yeah. 'Oh!' is right!” I grinned, giving her a playful little boop on the tip of her nose, making her giggle. “And after this, we're not using it any more than once every couple of weeks, at the most! We can maybe revisit that, if you want, in a couple of months... but your mom was terrified it might become addictive, if she used it too much! I'm not taking chances with you, baby! The rest of the time, you're just going to have to get used to going without!”
“You promise you still will, though?” she asked, blushing timidly. “That you'll still have sex with me, even if I'm not using the collar to make you, to rescue me again?”
“Just you try and stop me!” I flashed my eyes at her, then slid quickly down the bed, taking a nice, deep bite into the flesh surrounding her nipple, and shaking my head like a dog with a toy!
“Eeek! Daddy!” she squealed and laughed, gasping at the unfamiliar mixture of pain and pleasure in her breast, clutching at the sides of my head to make me stop. I did, of course, kissing and sucking her all better, on every single one of the tooth marks I'd just left. And then... I slid lower. She'd get the soft, gentle love-making she'd asked for, that was for sure! But I was going to taste my fill of that hot, creamy little pussy, first!
She squealed, squirmed, and moaned, my hands grabbing hard on her upper thighs, holding her tight against my shoulders. Eating my own creampies had never been a fetish of mine... but I'd been deep up inside of her when I'd burst, and she was such a wet and creamy little thing all by herself, I couldn't detect even a hint of my own taste. I was looking forward to trying this without the collar as well, to see how many orgasms I could give her in a row before the sensitivity became too much, and she begged me to stop. But for now, ramping her up more and more, without her ever being able to cum from it at all... I grinned into her wet, delicate little folds, lathering her with my tongue as she desperately ran her fingers through my hair. Yeah... this worked too!
God only knew what Bonnie had been thinking, storing that collar in some random old box of junk, rather than safely away in one of her vaults where it belonged. Didn't want me to know she'd lied to me about it, I guess. Had I done something, to make her think she needed to tell me she'd destroyed it, rather than telling me the truth? That she didn't trust herself not to get addicted if she kept using it the way we had been? I hoped not, but I couldn't rule it out.
It didn't really matter now, I supposed. Whatever her reasons for doing it... I was selfishly grateful that she had. Lyra... God, I couldn't believe this was really happening! It should have felt wrong! My soul should have been wracked with guilt! But... that was the last thing I was feeling. It felt good! It felt right! It shouldn't have, I knew it shouldn't have, but it did. Lyra... my beautiful, loving daughter. My love... and my lover.
This was a different kind of magic. One that could never be quantized, experimented on, or spun into spells. But that made it no less real. And as I looked up at her from between her thighs, and saw those bright, shining blue eyes staring back at me with a daughter's perfect, innocent love for her daddy... Give me a choice between the two types of magic, and this is the one I would pick, every single time!