He could see the look of uncertainty on his little daughter's face. She looked at him, then turned slightly to see if she could spy the expression on the Fairy King's face, but evidently found no clear answer there. That was no surprise: the man's expression had been unreadable since the beginning of their encounter and it certainly hadn't changed any now. His face was a concealed mask of a knowing smile and gleaming eyes. It was clear he was enjoying himself--and had been since the start. But Richard's face was still mixed.
He looked down at his cute little girl as she began to fumble with his belt. It wasn't an easy job, but she managed her best. The bulge in his trousers had been there since the Fairy woman had played with him, but she knew enough by this point to understand he wasn't fully hard... and yet when his daughter reached out to him, the bulge grew. Perhaps it was because his member had been expecting the contact and was belatedly responding to it, thinking the delicate hand that reached to expose him was another woman's, or perhaps it was because he was already imagining his daughter's hand on his shaft. Or, more salaciously yet, perhaps his body was reacting automatically to her. Perhaps he was already keyed to grow, stiffen, throb as his daughter brushed his skin.
She had a difficult time undoing his pants and ended up having to lean forward to work at it. When his underclothes were half-revealed, the bulge now clearly defined under the fabric and straining to get out, she paused, flushed, looked up to him. She had reason to do it besides her nervousness, anyway: the growing member underneath her lap had been angled by her forward lean to the point where it was now almost bending between her cheeks, grinding slowly as its angle equalized, along her slit and then backwards, grazing over her little asshole, threatening to pierce in (why did it feel like it was on her bare skin all of a sudden, not her clothes?) but it finally sprung back. The Fairy King's cock ended up between her cheeks, sandwiched and then firm against her lower back. She could feel a shiver go through the man rubbing her inner thighs, his fingers grazing closer and closer.
Richard stared at his daughter for a long time. Looking deep into her eyes and feeling his own gaze soften. He reached out a hand, using his rough palm to pat Laele's head. Slowly, he nodded. "Take it out."
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He looked down at his cute little girl as she began to fumble with his belt. It wasn't an easy job, but she managed her best. The bulge in his trousers had been there since the Fairy woman had played with him, but she knew enough by this point to understand he wasn't fully hard... and yet when his daughter reached out to him, the bulge grew. Perhaps it was because his member had been expecting the contact and was belatedly responding to it, thinking the delicate hand that reached to expose him was another woman's, or perhaps it was because he was already imagining his daughter's hand on his shaft. Or, more salaciously yet, perhaps his body was reacting automatically to her. Perhaps he was already keyed to grow, stiffen, throb as his daughter brushed his skin.
She had a difficult time undoing his pants and ended up having to lean forward to work at it. When his underclothes were half-revealed, the bulge now clearly defined under the fabric and straining to get out, she paused, flushed, looked up to him.
She had reason to do it besides her nervousness, anyway: the growing member underneath her lap had been angled by her forward lean to the point where it was now almost bending between her cheeks, grinding slowly as its angle equalized, along her slit and then backwards, grazing over her little asshole, threatening to pierce in (why did it feel like it was on her bare skin all of a sudden, not her clothes?) but it finally sprung back. The Fairy King's cock ended up between her cheeks, sandwiched and then firm against her lower back. She could feel a shiver go through the man rubbing her inner thighs, his fingers grazing closer and closer.
Richard stared at his daughter for a long time. Looking deep into her eyes and feeling his own gaze soften. He reached out a hand, using his rough palm to pat Laele's head. Slowly, he nodded.
"Take it out."