It was clear to everyone watching that this wasn't something Laele was particularly accustomed to doing. She struggled at parts here and there, primarily figuring out how best to fit her father's size into her pretty little mouth. Her naivete was incredibly endearing, it seemed, to the surrounding fairies: more than one seemed ready to guide her in one way or another or at least offer advice. However, any raised voices were met with a stern look from the Fairy King and the offered help subsided, quickly distracted in one way or another by roving hand and puckered lips. A particularly keen observer might have been able to draw one or more conclusions from the way the fairies began to ease into their tender orgy. Perhaps one could have noted the way they seemed willing to freely engage with as many nearby partners as they could get their hands on, or how they seemed perfectly willing to approach an already entangled individual. One woman with gossamer wings and bright red hair stole up behind a yellow-haired man and slipped her hands under his tunic to caress and to stroke his chest. Another fairy, seemingly randomly chosen, was shuddering as she was stimulated by as many as a dozen hands on her from different fairies of both genders. Everywhere foreplay was in full swing and seemed to be going no further, fingers brushing just short of throbbing tents and dampened thighs.

Richard was enraptured. His little daughter suckled on his cock and pushed him slowly, tantalizingly slowly... deeper. She was making a mess, the poor girl, her saliva mixing with his precum and dripping from her overstuffed mouth. She wasn't practiced, but she was learning. Learning at an honestly astonishing rate: although Richard wasn't voiceless and certainly his "tells" were discernible (a hitched breath as her tongue slid over his head, his grip on her hair tightening when she sucked on him and slid slowly back along his shaft) there was no reason she should know exactly where his sweet spots were after traveling over them just once.
It was a theme that the Fairy King seemed to be counting on, for as her focus narrowed he whispered hot against her ear to encourage her. "That's what makes you so special, my sweet," he told her. "Focus on your father's feelings. Like you were staring into the reflection on a pond, dip your face in. Become one with it. Embrace what makes you, you." The King's fingers, smooth and soft, dipped between the little girl's legs as he pushed her gently forward. Taking up every inch of her possible retreat so she just had to accept more of her father's hard cock into her mouth. His fingers slid slowly, tantalizingly down... and sent a jolt through her body when they touched her clit. "Focus," he told her again.

"Good girl," Richard breathed, looking down at his daughter as she blew him. At her pretty face that he was dirtying. It was all he could do not to take her delicate face and jam his cock down her throat. To pump his cum into her as her eyes fluttered wide.