Uncle and Dad

Aria walked through the castle halls, her footsteps echoing softly against the marble. The red dress still hugged her curves as she made her way to the Minister of War's quarters. Her plan was simple, ensure that Evander was completely under her control before the battle.

Upon reaching the door to the minister's chambers, two guards in shining armor stood guard. Their eyes widened slightly as they saw the princess approaching.

"Good evening, gentlemen," Aria smiled sweetly. "I need to discuss some details of the strategy with Minister Evander. It is an urgent matter."

"Your Highness," one of the guards bowed respectfully. "The Minister is in his chambers. Should I announce you?"

"That won't be necessary," she replied, her smile calculating. "Matters of war can't wait for formalities, can they?"

The guards exchanged hesitant glances, but none dared question the princess's authority, especially after the events of that morning. With a bow, they opened the heavy doors, allowing Aria to enter Evander's private quarters.

Evander's room was spacious, decorated with military maps and ancient weapons on the walls. When Aria entered, she found the Minister of War shirtless, his muscular torso covered in scars from past battles.

"Your Highness!" Evander exclaimed, quickly searching for his shirt. "Forgive me, I did not expect visitors at this hour. I will get dressed immediately."

"Please don't bother," Aria smiled sweetly, closing the door behind her. "I was the one who showed up unannounced. It would be unfair to make you dress in your own chambers." Her eyes discreetly trailed over the scars on his body. "Each mark tells a story of battle, doesn't it?"

Ever since Aria visited Aunt Oriana and saw the soldiers training, she developed a certain desire for the military and now it has been rekindled.

Evander hesitated, clearly uncomfortable with the situation, but Aria's casualness made him relax a little. "Yes, Your Highness. This one," he pointed to a particularly prominent scar on his shoulder, "was during the Battle of the Three Valleys."

"Fascinating," Aria approached, her red dress billowing sensually. "I've come to discuss further details about our strategy in the Whispering Woods. We need to plan our every move with precision."

Evander leaned over the maps spread out on his desk, his bare torso glistening faintly with sweat in the candlelight. "Here," he pointed to a specific spot, "is where the forest becomes thickest."

Aria walked over, feigning complete interest in the map as she strategically positioned herself next to him. The movement caused her red dress to loosen slightly at the neckline, "accidentally" revealing one of her pink nipples.

"What about the canyons?" she asked innocently, noticing how Evander tried to keep his eyes fixed on the map, though his pupils occasionally strayed to her exposed chest.

"The… the canyons," he cleared his throat, his voice betraying a slight tremor. "They form a natural corridor here." His finger trembled slightly as he traced the route on the map.

"Fascinating," Aria murmured, leaning further into the table, making her dress cling even more tightly to her curves. "And where do you suggest we position the archers?"

The Minister of War was visibly tense, torn between his military duty and the growing excitement caused by the princess's proximity.

If he stopped to think, he would realize that all of Aria's questions were about things that had already been confirmed, but at that moment he wasn't so rational. He was weak to women.

Evander swallowed, trying to remain professional as Aria leaned further across the table. "The archers would be best positioned on the northern ridges, Your Highness."

"Oh, I dropped my bracelet," Aria murmured softly, noticing a small object rolling under the table. She gracefully lowered herself onto all fours to reach it. The movement caused her dress to ride up, revealing her rounded buttocks to the minister.

Evander felt his member instantly harden at the sight. His hands gripped the edge of the table until his knuckles turned white, while beads of sweat ran down his muscular torso.

"Found it!" Aria exclaimed triumphantly, slowly standing up and turning to face him. Her eyes glinted with mischief as she took in the minister's state, his heavy breathing, the flush on his face, and the obvious bulge in his pants.

"Your Highness," he tried to keep his voice steady. "Perhaps we should focus on strategy..."

"But that's exactly what we're doing, Minister," Aria purred, stepping closer to him. "After all, war is about dominance, isn't it?"

Aria composed herself, adjusting her dress so that it still maintained a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. "So, shall we go over the full plan, Minister?"

Evander took a deep breath, trying to regain his military composure despite his obvious desire. "Yes… yes, Your Highness." He forced himself to focus on the map, even as his body betrayed his excitement. "James Vogen's army will follow the main route…"

"Through the Whispering Woods," Aria finished, "accidentally" brushing her arm against his bare torso as she pointed to the map. "Where our first force will be waiting."

"Exactly," he swallowed, his cock throbbing in his pants. "The heavy infantry and combatmages will attack the rearguard when they are most vulnerable."

"And our archers?" Aria asked, leaning back over the table so that her nipple was visible to him.

"On… on the northern heights," Evander stammered lightly. "Along with light cavalry in the passes for quick attacks."

"Perfect," Aria smiled, pleased with both the plan and the effect it was having on the minister. "And how long do we need to position all the troops?"

"Five days to deploy all troops," Evander replied, trying to remain professional despite his evident excitement. "We must be quick and discreet so as not to alert Berovia's spies."

"Excellent," Aria smiled, adjusting her dress so that her nipple was still slightly exposed. "But there is... another matter I would like to discuss with you, Minister."

Evander swallowed, his bare torso glistening with a thin layer of sweat in the candlelight. "How… how may I help you, Your Highness?"

The soft, seductive tone in her voice made his cock throb in his pants. He could smell her perfume, a mixture of flowers and something more primal, more tantalizing. As Minister of War, he was used to maintaining control in any situation, but there was something about her presence that made him completely vulnerable.

"You know, Minister," Aria leaned closer, her lips inches from his ear, "I've always admired men... experienced in battle."

Aria slid smoothly into Evander's lap, her red dress riding up slightly as she adjusted herself. The war minister swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure despite the heat of her body against his bare torso.

"Since you're practically my uncle," she whispered in a sweet, innocent voice, her lips dangerously close to his ear, "I hope you can support me and teach me everything about war."

Evander felt his member instantly harden under her weight, while Aria's soft scent invaded his senses. His hands trembled slightly, torn between the desire to touch her and the duty to maintain the appropriate distance.

"Your Highness," he tried to keep his voice steady, failing miserably when she shifted in his lap, "this is not... appropriate."

"Why not?" Aria asked with mock innocence, adjusting her position so that her exposed nipple brushed against his bare chest. "Don't you want to teach me, Uncle Evander?"

"Yes Princess Aria, I will help you understand everything about the war," Evander replied shakily, his hands gripping the arms of the chair as he tried to ignore the heat of her body against his. "But please, step away. This is... inappropriate."

His cock throbbed painfully inside his pants, pressing against the fabric with a force that threatened to rip the seam. Her scent, mixed with the heat of her skin and the feel of her breasts rubbing against his bare chest, was pushing his sanity to the limit.

Evander was a disciplined man, trained in the arts of war, but at that moment all his willpower was being tested by the princess sitting on his lap. Beads of sweat ran down his muscular torso as he fought to maintain control, even as his body betrayed his primal desire for her.

 "What's wrong, uncle?" Aria asked in a sweet, innocent voice, gently wiggling on his lap. "Are you feeling sick?"

"N-no, princess," Evander stammered, his cock throbbing painfully against her ass. "It's okay. But please, you need to leave..."

"Are you sure?" she insisted, adjusting her position so that her exposed nipple brushed against his bare chest. "You look so...tense."

"Your Highness," he swallowed, his hands shaking as he gripped the arms of the chair. "This isn't... we can't... please..."

The minister of war, always so disciplined, could now barely form coherent sentences, torn between his duty and the primitive desire that consumed him as the princess moved "innocently" on his lap.

"You know, Uncle..." Aria purred, her voice sweet and melodious as she watched the Minister of War try to maintain his composure. "My husband once taught me that if a man is so tense, it is a woman's duty to take care of him."

Evander swallowed, his bare torso glistening with sweat in the candlelight. "Your Highness, this is not…"

"I know Uncle has devoted himself to the country and doesn't have a wife," she interrupted softly, her delicate fingers tracing patterns on his muscular chest. "Let me help you with that."

Before he could protest, Aria slid gracefully off his lap and, with the dexterity of a predator, pulled his pants down. His member sprang free, thick and throbbing, making Aria lick her lips in anticipation.

"Princess..." Evander tried to argue, but his voice failed when he felt her warm breath against his exposed cock.

"Let me thank you properly..." Aria whispered, her tongue sliding along the length of his member in slow, teasing movements. Her pink lips wrapped around the sensitive glans while her innocent eyes remained fixed on his.

The war minister gripped the arms of his chair tightly, his bare torso glistening with sweat as he watched the princess between his legs. She alternated between long licks and deep sucks, making him moan softly.

"Your Highness... we mustn't..." he tried to protest, but his voice failed as she swallowed him whole, her tight throat massaging the head of his cock.

Aria sucked with dedication, her breasts swaying gently with each movement as her exposed nipple rubbed against his muscular thigh. Her tongue danced around his throbbing member, eliciting increasingly loud moans from the minister.

"Please, Uncle," she murmured between licks, "let me show you how much I appreciate your teachings..."

Aria increased the pace of her sucking, her lips sliding up and down Evander's hard cock as her hands gently massaged his balls. The war minister was quickly losing his self-control, his hips beginning to move involuntarily against her mouth.

"Princess..." he groaned hoarsely, one of his hands finally leaving the arm of the chair to bury itself in her silky hair. "Shouldn't we... ah... that's..."

She responded by swallowing him even deeper, her tight throat massaging the sensitive glans as her tongue worked the underside of the shaft. The wet sound of her mouth filled the room, mingling with Evander's increasingly desperate moans.

"Do you like it like this, uncle?" she asked with false innocence between sucks, her hand pumping the base of his cock as her tongue circled the head. "Do you want your niece to take good care of you?"

Evander was completely surrendered now, his muscular body trembling with pleasure as Aria continued her delicious torture. His cock throbbed violently in her mouth, indicating that he couldn't hold out much longer.

Evander felt his control slipping away completely as Aria continued her delicious torture. His fingers tightened in her hair as his hips moved involuntarily against her mouth.

"Princess... I won't... take it..." he groaned hoarsely, his muscular torso covered in sweat.

Aria picked up the pace, sucking even harder as her hands massaged his balls. She could feel his cock throbbing violently in her mouth, ready to explode.

"Cum for me, uncle," she murmured between sucks, her voice sweet and teasing. "Let your niece taste your milk..."

With a guttural groan, Evander lost control completely. His cock exploded in her mouth, spurting thick jets of cum that Aria greedily swallowed, not wasting a single drop.

"That's it, Uncle..." she purred, licking up the last traces of his cum. "Now you're much more relaxed about teaching me about war, aren't you?"

Evander tried to catch his breath, his body still shaking after the intense orgasm. "Your Highness, please... we should stop... this is..."

But before he could finish the sentence, Aria was already sliding back into his lap, her red dress riding up to her waist. His cock, still hard as steel, brushed against her wet entrance.

"Shhhh," she whispered, slowly lowering herself onto his member. "Let your niece take care of you..."

When she felt his thick cock sliding completely inside her, Aria couldn't contain a loud, long moan of pleasure. "Ahhhhhhh... uncle..."

Outside, the two guards glanced at each other upon hearing the unmistakable sound. One of them cleared his throat, adjusting his position to hide his own growing excitement.

"So big..." Aria moaned, grinding against his lap as her inner walls squeezed his throbbing member. "Fuck me, uncle... teach me all about war..."

Each time Aria came down on his cock, Evander felt his sanity slip a little further. The war minister, always so disciplined and controlled, was losing himself in the forbidden pleasure of fucking his niece.

"Uncle..." she moaned softly in his ear, grinding sensually on his lap. "Your cock feels so good... so thick inside me..."

His hands, which had previously gripped the arms of the chair, now slid involuntarily to her waist, guiding her movements. His bare torso glistened with sweat as Aria rode his member masterfully.

"Princess... we shouldn't..." he tried to protest one last time, but his words were silenced as she deliberately clenched her pussy around him.

"Don't resist, uncle," she purred, increasing the pace of her thrusts. "Fuck me... teach me how a man of war treats a woman..."

Evander finally gave in to his desire, his large hands gripping Aria's soft buttocks as he pulled her against his body. "May the gods forgive me," he growled before burying his cock inside her hard.

"Yes, uncle... fuck me..." Aria moaned loudly, her body shaking with each brutal thrust. The war minister fucked her with the same intensity he commanded his troops.

Their bodies clashed violently, the obscene sound echoing through the room as he pounded into her without mercy. His hands gripped the soft flesh of her ass, leaving red marks on the pale skin.

"Holy shit... so tight..." he groaned, completely losing control as he fucked his niece with increasing force. The guards outside could clearly hear the moans and screams of pleasure escaping the room.

"Princess..." he moaned hoarsely, his cock buried deep inside her. "You're so tight..."

Aria bucked sensually on his lap, her breasts bouncing with every movement as she rode the war minister with abandon. "Uncle... your cock is so thick inside me..."

Evander gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements as he fucked her faster and faster. His muscular torso glistened with sweat, the battle scars standing out in the candlelight.

"Harder," she moaned, throwing her head back. "Fuck me hard, uncle... show me how a man of war treats a woman..."

The obscene sound of their bodies slamming together filled the room, mixed with the increasingly loud moans from both of them. Evander completely lost control, hammering into her with brutal force while squeezing her ass hard enough to leave marks.

"I'm gonna fill you with cum," he growled, feeling his climax approaching. "I'm gonna mark that little pussy from the inside..."

"Yes!" Aria screamed, her body shaking. "Fill me with cum, uncle... mark me all over..."

 "Cum for me," Evander growled, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force. "Let me feel that tight pussy squeeze my cock..."

"Yes, uncle..." Aria moaned, her body trembling as she felt her orgasm approaching. "Fill me up...mark me inside..."

With a final thrust, Evander buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he flooded her pussy with hot cum. Aria screamed in pleasure, her walls clenching around him as her own orgasm crashed through her.

"Fuck... so good..." she whimpered, collapsing against his chest. His torso was slick with sweat, his heart pounding against his cheek.

They like stayed that for several moments, both panting heavily. Finally, Evander's rationality began to return, and with it came crushing guilt.

"Your Highness... what have we done?" he whispered hoarsely. "This was... we shouldn't have..."

Aria silenced him with a soft kiss. "Shhhh... don't worry, uncle. This will be our little secret. After all, a princess needs someone she can trust completely during wartime, doesn't she?"

She climbed off his lap, adjusting her dress as his cum dripped down her thighs. "I'll see you tomorrow for more... war strategy lessons."

With a final seductive smile, she left the minister's chambers, leaving him both satisfied and tormented by what they'd done.

Aria slipped out of the room, finding the two guards with flushed faces and heavy breathing. It was obvious they had heard every moment of her adventure with the Minister of War.

"I hope you'll keep this a secret," she whispered seductively, her delicate fingers undoing the lace of her dress. "If you do, you'll be rewarded..."

The red fabric slid down, revealing her full breasts. The guards swallowed hard, their eyes fixed on the pink nipples that had been exposed.

With an inviting gesture, she beckoned them over. The men didn't hesitate, each took a breast into their mouths, sucking greedily as Aria let out small moans of pleasure. Their tongues circled her nipples while their large hands squeezed the soft flesh.

"Good boys," she purred, petting their heads as they continued to suckle her breasts. "Now I know I can trust you..."

 "This..." Aria whispered as the guards continued to suck her breasts hungrily. "Enjoy this moment."

Their warm tongues circled her sensitive nipples while his large hands squeezed the soft flesh of her breasts. She let out small moans of pleasure, fueling their desire even more.

After a few minutes of intense pleasure, she gently pushed them away, adjusting her dress back into place. "You were very good," she smiled mischievously. "And good soldiers deserve rewards..."

She didn't specify what those rewards would be, letting their fertile minds imagine the possibilities. With one last seductive smile, she walked away down the hallway, her hips swaying sensually.

The guards stood there, panting and excited, watching her leave while their minds already fantasized about what pleasures the princess could provide them in the future.

"See you later, boys," she sang over her shoulder, leaving them with their imaginations racing and their limbs painfully stiff inside their armor.

Aria then headed towards her room.

Entering her chambers, Aria carefully closed the door and sighed in relief when she saw that there were no servants present. She herself had requested the emperor that no maids attend to her that night, claiming that she needed privacy after the recent events.

"Perfect," she muttered to herself, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she headed to the bathroom attached to the room.

The royal bathroom was spacious, with a large marble bathtub. Aria let her red dress slide down her body, revealing her bare skin marked by Evander's strong hands.

She stepped into the warm water, moaning softly as the heat enveloped her body. Her fingers slid between her legs, feeling the minister's cum still dripping from her intimacy.

"Uncle Evander was so strong," she whispered to herself, remembering how the man had lost all control in her arms. "But that was just the beginning."

As she washed, Aria thought about her next targets. Her father, brothers, and uncles.

Aria scrubbed every inch of her body, removing all traces of Evander but keeping the soft scent she knew her father loved. Her fingers lingered on her breasts, caressing the pink nipples until they were hard.

"Daddy," she whispered, testing the word on her lips as her hand slid between her legs again. "Daddy..."

The water ran down her body as she stepped out of the tub, crystal clear drops sliding down her curves. She didn't dry herself completely, leaving her skin slightly damp and glistening in the candlelight.

Instead of putting on a nightgown, Aria walked naked to the bed, lying down on the silk sheets. She positioned herself strategically, on her side, with one leg slightly bent, revealing enough to tempt, but not all at once.

The bedroom door was slightly ajar, a silent invitation. Aria closed her eyes, pretending to sleep, her breathing deliberately deep and rhythmic. Now it was just a matter of waiting.

Charles walked through the castle corridors, his mind tormented by thoughts he knew were forbidden. Ever since that night in the mine, when he had possessed his own daughter, he had been unable to think of anything else. The guilt consumed him, but the desire was even stronger.

He had tried to stay away, focusing on the threats of war and the affairs of the kingdom. But every time he saw Aria, every time he smelled her scent or heard her voice, his body betrayed his mind.

His steps took him, almost unconsciously, to the hallway where Aria's quarters were. He should have gone on, gone back to his own rooms, but something stopped him. The door was ajar, like a whisper of temptation.

"Just to check if she's okay. This time it's just to check," he lied to himself, silently approaching.

Through the opening, he saw his daughter lying on the bed, completely naked. The candlelight danced over her damp skin, highlighting every perfect curve of her body. Charles felt his member harden instantly, pressing painfully against his pants.

"I mustn't," he whispered to himself, but his eyes remained fixed on the tantalizing sight.

Aria shifted slightly in her sleep, her leg sliding over the sheets, revealing more of her private parts. A small moan escaped her lips, as if she were having a pleasurable dream.

Charles could resist no longer. Silently, he entered the room, closing the door behind him. Every step towards the bed was a battle between his duty as a father and his desire as a man.

He stood beside the bed, taking in his daughter's naked body. His hand trembled as he finally reached out to touch the soft skin of her shoulder.

"I miss you... husband..." Aria mumbled sleepily, turning towards the touch.

Charles froze, his hand still on her skin. Was she dreaming of Han? The thought should have made him recoil, but instead, something snapped inside him. If she thought he was her husband, maybe… maybe he could be her husband again…

"I'm here," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

Aria smiled in her "sleep," her arms reaching out to him. "I missed you... I need you..."

Charles abandoned his last hesitations. If she wanted him, even in a dream, he would not deny it, he would once again fulfill her wish. Quickly, he removed his clothes, revealing his muscular body and his fully erect member.

Sliding into bed beside her, Charles allowed his hands to explore Aria's body, caressing her breasts, her waist, her thighs. Every touch made his desire grow, every moan from her fueling his lust.

"I'll give you what you need," he whispered, positioning himself between her legs.

Charles felt his cock throb painfully, the head already wet with pre-cum rubbing against her bare thigh. He positioned himself between her legs, gently pushing them apart as he studied her face. Her eyes were closed, her breathing deep and rhythmic as if she were sleeping, though her lips were slightly parted.

"I'm here," he whispered, sliding a hand down her body until he reached her pussy. His fingers found her already wet entrance, making him moan softly. " This pussy is already wet... This daughter of mine is a whore..."

Aria let out a soft moan in her "sleep," her legs opening a little wider as if instinctively responding to his touch. Charles slid a finger inside her, feeling her warm, tight walls enveloping him. He added a second finger, moving them slowly in and out.

"Husband..." she moaned softly, her body arching slightly against his fingers.

Charles couldn't hold back any longer. He positioned the head of his cock at her wet entrance and began to slowly thrust. Every time he penetrated her pussy the sensation was indescribable, hot, tight, perfect. He bit his lip to keep from screaming in pleasure as he sank completely inside her.

"Fuck," he growled, keeping his voice low. "So hot..."

Aria kept up the pretense of sleep, though her body responded to every movement. Her breasts rose and fell with her breath, her hard nipples brushing against Charles's muscular chest. Her pussy squeezed his cock rhythmically, as if sucking him deeper.

Charles began to move, slowly at first, watching her face for any sign that she was waking. But Aria maintained the perfect illusion of being sound asleep, only letting out small moans and sighs that could easily have belonged to an erotic dream.

"That's it, darling," he murmured, gradually increasing the pace of his thrusts. "Feel your husband inside you."

The wet sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, mixing with Charles's restrained moans and Aria's dreamy sighs. He held her hips now, lifting them slightly so he could penetrate her deeper.

"So hot," he grunted, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy.

Aria let her head roll to the side, as if she were moving in her sleep. Her parted lips let out a longer moan as Charles hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her.

"That's it, honey," he encouraged, hammering against that spot repeatedly. "Come for your husband."

Aria's body began to tremble slightly, her pussy squeezing his cock tighter. Charles felt his own orgasm approaching, but he was determined to make her cum first, even if she was "asleep."

"I'm going to fill you with cum," he growled, his thrusts becoming faster and deeper.

Aria's body responded with a stronger tremor, her pussy contracting violently around his cock as she came in her "sleep." Charles could hold back no longer. With one final, deep thrust, he buried his cock to the base and exploded inside her, spurting hot jets of cum that completely filled her pussy.

"Fuck...so good..." he groaned, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm as he continued to pump slowly, ensuring that every drop of his cum was deposited inside her.

Aria let out a contented sigh in her "sleep", her body relaxing against the sheets as Charles' cum slowly dripped from her pussy.

Charles remained above Aria for a few moments, his body still shaking with the final spasms of his orgasm. He watched her face, so serene in her "sleep," her lips slightly parted, her breathing deep and rhythmic. His cum dripped from her pussy, staining the silk sheets.

"So beautiful," he murmured, leaning down to gently kiss her neck.

Aria responded with a sleepy murmur, turning slightly as if adjusting in her sleep. The movement exposed even more of her body to him, her round buttocks now partially visible.

Charles felt his cock begin to harden again, even though he had just come. There was something about her vulnerability, about the complete surrender of her body, that excited him beyond reason. His hands slid down her back, down to her soft buttocks, squeezing them gently.

"Hmmmm..." Aria moaned softly, the same sound he had heard so many times in their secret encounters.

Charles parted her ass cheeks, revealing her tight, pink anus. He ran a finger along the entrance, feeling her tightness under his touch. His cum, still dripping from her pussy, provided the perfect lubrication. He collected some with his fingers and spread it around her asshole, massaging the entrance slowly.

Charles couldn't wait any longer. His cock was fully hard again, throbbing with need. He positioned himself behind her, pressing the head of his member against her now more relaxed anus.

"I'm going to fuck you like you deserve," he grunted, thrusting slowly.

The head of his cock forced its way in, the ring of muscle gradually giving way until he slid in. The sensation was incredible, even tighter than her pussy, hot and pulsing around him.

"Mmmmmm..." Aria moaned longingly, her body tensing momentarily before relaxing again.

Charles paused, allowing her to adjust to the invasion, even in her supposed sleep. When he felt her body relax, he began to push deeper, inch by inch, until he was completely buried in her asshole.

"Fuck," he growled, gripping her hips tightly. "So tight..."

He began to move slowly, watching his cock disappear into her ass and reappear, glistening with the mixture of his cum and her fluids. The pace gradually increased, his thrusts becoming deeper and more confident.

"Nnngh... ahhh..." Aria moaned softly, her body rocking with the force of his thrusts.

Charles leaned over her, one hand sliding underneath to find her swollen clit. He began rubbing it in circles as he continued to pound her asshole, determined to pleasure her even in her "sleep."

"That's it, honey," he whispered against her ear. "Feel your husband fucking you."

Aria's body responded instantly, trembling beneath his touch. Her moans became more frequent, more urgent, even as she kept her eyes closed and her breathing controlled.

"Hnnngggg... mmmmm..." she moaned, her asshole squeezing his cock rhythmically.

Charles increased his pace, his balls slapping against her wet pussy with each thrust. He was lost in the pleasure, in the prohibition of the act, in the complete surrender to his deepest desire.

"I'm going to cum inside your ass," he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. "I'm going to mark you completely."

Aria let out a longer moan, almost a muffled scream, as her body was overcome by another orgasm. Her asshole contracted violently around his cock, sucking him even deeper.

"Ahhhhh... mmmmmmm..." she moaned, her body shaking uncontrollably.

It was too much for Charles. With a muffled roar, he buried his cock to the hilt in her ass and exploded, shooting hot streams of cum deep inside his daughter. Her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm, her hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises.

"Fuck...so good..." he panted, continuing to pump slowly as he emptied every drop inside her.

When he was finally finished, Charles remained inside her for a few moments, savoring the feeling of her asshole pulsing around his sensitive cock. Slowly, he withdrew, watching in fascination as his cum dripped from her now dilated entrance.

Unlike other times, he didn't feel the weight of guilt descending on his shoulders. Instead, a strange sense of satisfaction filled him. He had given Aria the position of war leader, a position of power and prestige. In return, she gave him her body, even if "unconsciously" in her sleep.

"Fair enough," he muttered to himself, running his fingers through the cum dripping from her asshole. "I gave you power, you give me pleasure."

Charles stood up from the bed, looking at his daughter's naked, used body. She still maintained the pretense of deep sleep, her breathing even, her body occasionally moving as if she were dreaming.

He dressed slowly, his eyes never leaving the tantalizing sight on the bed. When he was finished, he moved closer again, leaning down to gently kiss her forehead.

"Sleep well, my dear," he whispered, a satisfied smile on his lips.

Charles left the room silently, closing the door behind him. For the first time since he had begun to give in to his forbidden desires, he did not leave with a heavy heart of guilt. Instead, he walked through the castle corridors with light steps, satisfied with the unspoken agreement he had made.

Power for pleasure. A fair exchange between emperor and commander. Between father and daughter.

Remember in chapter 45 there is still a vote going on to choose whether Aria's first child will belong to Han or not. There are 43 votes for no and 41 for yes.

I am relatively close to this event, those who did not vote, better give your opinion because it will be decisive for the next arc. Voting ends on the 28th.