Storge

>You're reading the paper and enjoying a pipe when you hear what anyone else would think is the opening salvo of World War III coming from the second floor
>You sigh. You take your reading glasses off, fold your paper up neatly, extinguish your pipe, and march upstairs
>You don't bother looking around, you know exactly where it's coming from
>You open your daughter's door without knocking, she'll just use any forewarning you give her to hide evidence
>She's in the midst of pulling a boy away from the windowsill, her claws digging into his legs.
>"Don't fight it, jus- oh hey Daddy, could you come back in maybe half an hour? We're trying to study"
>"Please sir I don't even know this girl! She hit me in the head with a flashlight and dragged me here! For Illias' sake call the cops!"
>You sigh again. Ushi-oni and their libido. Today was supposed to be your day off
>"Come on Dad, our project is due monday"
>She smiles earnestly at you, unflinchingly meeting your gaze, acting for all the world as if nothing is wrong
>You fold your arms and shoot her a condescending look
>She continues smiling
>You force yourself not to blink
>Her smile starts to falter
>You start tapping your foot impatiently
>Her facade shatters like the vase she knocked over last week
>"Okay fine. I was gonna rape him. Only a little though!"

>You put on your best friendly authority figure face and shift your eyes over to her victim, currently trying to inch away from her without drawing her attention
>"C'mere Sport, let's have a man to man chat"
>Your daughter looks distraught
>"But-"
>"No buts"
>She huffs and turns away from you while the young man she abducted does his damnedest to run over to you without looking like he's actually running
>You clap your hand on his shoulder and lead him down the hall toward the stairs
>You give him The Talk. You tell him about the birds and the bees. And the spidergirls. And the succubi. And the various other monstergirl breeds and how they're at their horniest and least clear-minded when they're going through puberty
>You tell him that your daughter is actually a very nice young lady who just needs time to learn self-control, and that sending her to jail isn't going to make that process go any faster
>You liberally pepper the conversation with jokes and anecdotes that make him laugh in spite of himself
>By the time you get to the door he's entirely on your side.
>You shake his hand as you hold it open for him and he pledges not to call the police
>You flick a dime his way for bus fare and let the door swing shut behind him
>As it shuts, you grip the bridge of your nose and take a deep, calming breath, knowing exactly what you're going to have to do next
>You head back upstairs to your daughter's room. She's on the bed, her legs folded underneath her abdomen, her arms crossed.
>She pouts at you as you pass through the doorway
>"Spoilsport"

>You sit down on the bed next to her. She tucks her legs further under her abdomen, determined not to let you cheer her up
>You spread your arms.
>"I've got all night honey"
>She makes a grand show of ignoring you
>The seconds tick by and you notice her glancing at you from the corner of her eye
>Three, two, one...
>Your daughter scuttles over to you and hugs you in the blink of an eye
>You pat her head as she cuddles up to your side
>"So..."
>She hooks one of her legs around yours, slowly stroking your inner thigh
>"Are you going to punish me now?"
>She looks up at you, her amber eyes full of perverse hope
>Little rascal. You're convinced the real reason she's so misbehaved is because it enhances the thrill of her "punishment"
>You try to look stern as you tell her how naughty she's been, she likes it when you do that, but a smile keeps trying to pull the corners of your mouth up
>She makes an equally poor show of looking remorseful as she moves into the center of the room to get herself ready
>After all this time, you're still impressed by how dexterous she is with her webbing. After only a few minutes she's suspended from the ceiling by a single thread, totally immobile, chuckling perversely in anticipation
>As she slowly spins round to face you, you can see her drooling, her eyes glazed with all-consuming sexual hunger

>You undo your belt and unzip your pants
>You take a step forward, still tantalizingly outside her reach, and push your trousers to the ground
>Your daughter, eyeing your arousal, does her very best to swing forward and fellate you, but gravity overpowers her
>She breathes deep, taking in your scent, and again attempts to engulf your cock. She whimpers desperately as it eludes her
>"Please, Daddy. I need this"
>You decide to be merciful, and take another step forward, putting yourself within range of her hungry mouth
>Seizing her opportunity, she wraps her lips around your manhood and slowly slides her head forward. She hums happily around your shaft, the vibrations tickling at you delightfully
>Knowing that she doesn't have the leverage she'd like, you decide to assist her
>You grip her horns and start gently thrusting into her mouth, trying to match her pace. She seems delighted by your aggression, and tilts her head slightly so that your member grinds against her cheek with each stroke
>The sensation of her velvety cheeks on your glans as she continues to bob her head makes it difficult to contain yourself, and your hips are soon bucking on autopilot as your orgasm wells up within you
>She senses your onrushing release and starts dipping her head lower and lower, taking you into her throat, fighting down her gag reflex
>You groan as your balls clench and a rush of semen distends your urethra. Your grip on your daughter's horns loosens and she takes the opportunity to pull herself off your cock, tilting her head back and shutting her eyes tight
>She times it perfectly, your entire load splashing over her in thick gobs that cling to her skin and drip slowly toward her chin
>She runs her tongue over her lips, savoring the taste of her father's seed, and manages to blink enough of it out of her eyes to meet your gaze as she does so.
>You pull a handkerchief from your back pocket and move to wipe her clean, but she shrinks away from your hand
>"Leave it"

>You're a bit worried by her fascination with having semen on her skin. One of these days she's actually going to go out and rape someone, make him cum outside, and the smell is going to draw every monstergirl in the neighborhood into a gangrape of dangerous proportions
>You can't exactly chastise her for it now though, given that she's presently wearing your spunk like a mask, but you make a mental note to do....something about this in the future
>For the moment, you walk around behind her and lift her abdomen up, tilting her forward until you can see her pussy, dripping in anticipation of the incestuous union she craves
>She squirms a bit at the abrupt shift, instinctively trying to right herself, but her ropework proves too sturdy for her own good, and she remains trapped in the unnatural position you're holding her in
>With the way her feminine folds are twitching and glistening, it's clear that the facial you just gave her was foreplay enough, and you plunge in without bothering to give her any warning
>She whimpers as your intruding member forces her open and starts squirming again, trying to find someway to push back against you. Her pedipalps flail helplessly in front of her, tapping at your shins, desperately seeking to wrap themselves around her lover
>You thrust at your own pace, quickening and slowing as you please, while she continues to struggle against her bonds, instinct compelling her to try to add her own strength to the mating
>Despite her protestations, she seems to actually be getting off on feeling helpless and at your mercy. She's so wet that her juices are dribbling down your length and soaking your lap
>You can feel her love canal clenching and spasming in response to every move you make as she nears her climax, and the knowledge makes yours come all the quicker
>You decide however, that you've been too generous with her tonight, and abruptly you pull yourself free, just before you release
>She makes a sound of dismay and begs you to let her cum
>You demand that she apologize for interrupting your day off
>She babbles about how close she is
>You repeat your request
>"I'm sorry! I'm sorry I'm such a bad girl! I'm sorry I can't go a day without cumming! I'm sorry I want my own father to fill me with his man cream! I'M SORRY!"
>You smile in satisfaction. As soon as the last words leave her mouth you hilt yourself, prompting the both of you to cum in unison.
>You flood her cunt with a massive torrent of jism as her apology devolves into a scream of agonized ecstasy

>You remain inside her for a few minutes, until your softening member slides out of her
>You release your hold on her abdomen and let her swing upright
>You back away a few steps and use your handkerchief to mop up the mess she's made of your crotch
>"That was wonderful Daddy."
>You tussle her hair, now matted to her head with sweat
>"Uhmmm... can you help me down? It's always the untying that gives me trouble"
>"You know, I wish I could, but I really need to get dinner going. I'll be back as soon as I've got it in the oven though"
>"Y-you're joking right?"
>You heave your pants back up and cinch your belt down
>"Right?"
>You struggle to contain your laughter as you head for the door
>"Come on, I'm stuck!"
>You swing the door shut
>"Daddy!"
>That'll teach her to interrupt you when you're reading