Chapter 6:

Fauxcest 51.

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A Father's Love: Chris and Kotharat's Forbidden Passion

Chris had always been a doting father to his daughter, Kotharat. But as she grew older, he couldn't help but notice the woman she had become. Kotharat was a goddess, with long flowing hair, curves in all the right places, and a smile that could light up a room.

One day, as they were sitting together, Chris couldn't hold it in any longer. "Kotharat," he said, looking into her eyes. "I know this might sound strange, but I've developed feelings for you. I can't deny it any longer."

Kotharat looked at him, surprised. "Dad," she said, after a moment. "I've always seen you as more than just my father. And I think I might feel the same way."

From that moment on, their relationship changed. They would spend hours talking, getting to know each other on a deeper level. And eventually, they couldn't resist the pull any longer.

As they lay in bed together, their bodies intertwined, Chris couldn't believe what was happening. He had never felt this way before, so alive and in the moment.

"Chris," Kotharat whispered, as he trailed kisses down her neck. "I want you. I want all of you."

Chris didn't need to be asked twice. He kissed her deeply, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. He licked and nibbled at her earlobes, causing her to moan with pleasure.

As he made his way down her body, he couldn't help but marvel at her beauty. He kissed her breasts, flicking his tongue over her nipples until they were hard and sensitive.

Kotharat arched her back, moaning as he continued to explore her body. She was wet and ready for him, but he wanted to take his time. He licked and sucked at her pussy, causing her to gasp and writhe in pleasure.

Finally, he couldn't take it any longer. He positioned himself at her entrance, looking into her eyes as he slowly pushed inside.

"Oh, Chris," Kotharat moaned, as he filled her up. "Yes, just like that."

He began to move, thrusting in and out of her slowly at first, then faster and harder as they both lost control. They moaned and gasped, their bodies slick with sweat.

"Fuck, Kotharat," Chris groaned, as he felt himself getting close. "I'm going to cum."

"Yes, Chris," Kotharat said, her voice husky with desire. "Cum for me. I want to feel you inside me."

With a final thrust, Chris came hard, his warm seed filling her up. Kotharat moaned, her pussy clenching around him as she came too.

They lay there, spent and satisfied, for what felt like hours. And as they drifted off to sleep, Chris knew that he had found something truly special with Kotharat.

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Fauxcest 52.

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Goddess of Desire: A Father's Love

And yet, here she was, standing in front of him with her long, wavy hair and piercing green eyes - his own flesh and blood, his daughter Kusu.

"Dad," she said, her voice soft and sultry. "I know it's been a long time since we've seen each other, but I've missed you so much."

Chris's heart raced as he looked at her. She was dressed in a flowing white gown that hugged her curves and made her look like a goddess.

"Kusu," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've missed you too. But how is this possible? You're a Mesopotamian goddess."

Kusu smiled. "I am, but I'm also your daughter. And I've come to claim what's mine."

Chris's heart raced as Kusu stepped closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Her lips were soft and warm, and Chris couldn't help but respond.

"Dad," she whispered as they broke apart. "I want you."

Chris hesitated for a moment, but then he nodded. He had always been attracted to Kusu, even when she was just a little girl. And now, she was a grown woman, a goddess, and she wanted him.

They made their way to the bedroom, their hands exploring each other's bodies as they went. Chris couldn't believe this was happening, but he couldn't deny the desire that was burning inside of him.

As they reached the bed, Kusu pushed Chris down onto the covers. She climbed on top of him, straddling his hips as she looked down at him.

"I want you, dad," she said, her voice husky with desire. "I want you inside of me."

Chris didn't need any more encouragement. He reached up and cupped Kusu's breasts, feeling the weight of them in his hands. She moaned as he began to knead and squeeze, her nipples hardening under his touch.

He leaned up and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. Kusu threw her head back and moaned, her hips grinding against his.

"Yes, dad," she gasped. "Just like that."

Chris continued to suck and tease Kusu's nipples as she began to grind her hips against his. He could feel the heat of her pussy through her dress, and he couldn't wait to feel her wet and ready for him.

He reached down and began to lift her dress up, exposing her smooth, bare legs. Kusu helped him, lifting her hips as he pulled the dress up and over her head. She was wearing a matching white lace bra and panties, and Chris couldn't help but stare.

"You're so beautiful, Kusu," he said, his voice thick with desire.

Kusu smiled and leaned down to kiss him. "I want you, dad," she whispered as they broke apart. "I want you inside of me."

Chris didn't need any more encouragement. He reached down and slipped his fingers under the waistband of Kusu's panties, sliding them down her hips. She kicked them off and then straddled him again, her bare pussy pressed against his cock.

Chris moaned as he felt her heat, his cock twitching in response. He reached down and began to stroke her clit, feeling her wetness coat his fingers.

"Yes, dad," Kusu moaned, her hips grinding against his hand. "Just like that."

Chris continued to stroke and tease Kusu's clit as she rode his cock, her hips moving faster and faster. He could feel her getting closer and closer to orgasm, and he couldn't wait to feel her come apart in his arms.

Finally, she threw her head back and moaned, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came. Chris groaned as he felt her orgasm, his own climax building inside of him.

He rolled over, pinning Kusu beneath him as he began to thrust. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper inside of her.

"Yes, dad," she gasped. "Just like that. Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me hard."

Chris couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust harder and faster, his cock driving into Kusu's pussy over and over again. She moaned and writhed beneath him, her hips meeting his with every thrust.

Finally, Chris couldn't hold back any longer. He groaned as he felt his orgasm building, his cock twitching inside of Kusu's pussy.

"Yes, dad," Kusu moaned. "Come inside of me. Fill me up with your cum."

Chris groaned and thrust one last time, his cock pulsing as he came. He collapsed on top of Kusu, panting and gasping for breath.

"I love you, dad," Kusu whispered, her arms wrapped around him.

"I love you too, Kusu," Chris said, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "I always have."

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Fauxcest 53.

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The Forbidden Love of Chris and Lagamal, Goddess of No Mercy

Chris had always been fascinated by ancient mythology, and his daughter, Lagamal, shared his passion. She had even gone so far as to adopt the name of a little-known Mesopotamian goddess, who was said to be as fierce and unyielding as her father.

One evening, as they sat together in the study, Chris couldn't help but feel a deep attraction to his daughter. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't deny the way his heart raced every time he looked at her.

"Lagamal," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I have something to tell you."

Lagamal turned to him, her eyes filled with curiosity. "What is it, Father?"

Chris took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. "I... I've always loved you, Lagamal. More than just a father should love his daughter."

Lagamal's eyes widened in shock, but then, something changed. A slow smile spread across her face, and she stood up, moving closer to Chris.

"I've always loved you too, Father," she said, her voice low and sultry. "More than you could ever know."

With that, she leaned in, pressing her lips against his. Chris felt a jolt of electricity run through his body as she deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth.

He responded eagerly, his hands roaming over her body as they stumbled towards the bedroom. Once there, they fell onto the bed, their clothes discarded in a heap on the floor.

Chris couldn't believe what was happening, but he didn't want it to stop. He ran his hands over Lagamal's smooth skin, marveling at the feel of her soft curves. She moaned softly as he kissed her neck, his lips finding all the sensitive spots that made her shiver with pleasure.

As he made his way down her body, Lagamal's breathing grew ragged. She arched her back as he licked and nibbled at her nipples, her fingers twisting in the sheets.

Chris could feel Lagamal's wetness as he kissed his way down her stomach, his tongue tracing a path to her most intimate spot. She gasped as he parted her lips, his tongue delving inside her.

He explored her folds, tasting her sweetness as she writhed beneath him. Lagamal's moans grew louder as he sucked and nibbled at her clit, her hips bucking as she reached her peak.

Chris could feel Lagamal's muscles clenching around him as he entered her, her warmth enveloping him completely. He moved slowly at first, savoring the feel of her.

But as Lagamal begged for more, he picked up the pace, thrusting deeper and harder. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer as they moved together in a dance as old as time itself.

As they reached their climax, Chris couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder. He had never experienced anything like this before, and he knew that he never would again.

They lay together in the afterglow, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. Chris knew that what they had done was wrong, but he couldn't bring himself to regret it.

He looked at Lagamal, her eyes half-closed in contentment, and felt a deep love for her. He knew that this was a love that would last a lifetime, a love that would never fade.

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Fauxcest 54.

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The Goddess and Her Father: A Forbidden Love

Chris had always thought of his daughter, Lahamu, as a goddess. With her long, golden hair and piercing blue eyes, she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. And now that she was eighteen, Chris couldn't help but notice the way her body had developed - the curves of her hips, the fullness of her breasts.

One evening, as they sat together on the couch watching a movie, Chris couldn't resist any longer. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from Lahamu's face.

"Dad," Lahamu said, looking at him with those beautiful blue eyes. "What are you doing?"

"I just can't help it," Chris said, his voice husky. "You're so beautiful, Lahamu. I don't know what's come over me."

Lahamu looked at him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, she leaned in and kissed him.

Chris felt a jolt of electricity go through him as Lahamu's lips met his. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.

Lahamu moaned softly as Chris's tongue explored her mouth. She ran her hands through his hair, pulling him closer.

"Dad," she whispered, breaking the kiss. "I want you."

Chris's heart raced as he looked into Lahamu's eyes. He could see the desire burning in them, and he knew he couldn't resist.

He stood up and took Lahamu's hand, leading her to his bedroom.

As they stood by the bed, Chris began to undress Lahamu, kissing every inch of skin he exposed. Lahamu moaned and writhed under his touch, her hands roaming over his body.

When they were both naked, Chris laid Lahamu down on the bed and crawled on top of her. He kissed her deeply, his hands roaming over her body.

"I want you inside me, dad," Lahamu whispered, her voice husky with desire.

Chris couldn't resist any longer. He positioned himself at Lahamu's entrance and slowly began to push inside.

Lahamu moaned as Chris filled her, her legs wrapping around his waist.

"Yes, dad," she moaned, her hips meeting his thrusts. "Harder, harder."

Chris picked up the pace, his hips moving faster and faster. Lahamu met him thrust for thrust, their bodies slapping together.

"Oh, dad," Lahamu moaned, her fingers digging into Chris's back. "I'm so close."

Chris could feel Lahamu's muscles clenching around him, and he knew she was about to cum.

"Come for me, Lahamu," he growled, his hips moving faster.

Lahamu let out a loud moan as she came, her body shuddering beneath Chris.

Chris continued to thrust, his own release building.

"Lahamu," he groaned as he came, filling her with his seed.

They lay there for a long moment, panting and sweating.

"That was amazing, dad," Lahamu whispered, her fingers tracing circles on Chris's back.

"Yes, it was," Chris said, kissing the top of her head. "I love you, Lahamu."

"I love you too, dad," Lahamu said, her voice filled with emotion.

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Fauxcest 55.

The Goddess and Her Father: A Mesopotamian Love Story

Yet, here he was, standing in front of his daughter Lahar, who was none other than the goddess associated with flocks of animals, especially sheep.

"Dad, I've missed you so much," Lahar said, wrapping her arms around Chris's neck.

"Lahar, I had no idea...," Chris said, his hands resting on her hips.

Lahar smiled up at him. "I know, but I wanted to tell you. I wanted to be with you."

Chris felt a stirring in his loins. He had always found his daughter attractive, but he never thought it was appropriate to act on those feelings. But now, with Lahar standing in front of him, confessing her love, he couldn't help but feel a deep desire for her.

"Lahar, I want you too," Chris said, his voice low and husky.

Lahar's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Dad, I'm so glad. But first, let's get to know each other again. It's been so long since we've been together."

Chris nodded, eager to spend time with his daughter. They spent the next few hours talking and reminiscing about old times. Chris couldn't believe how much he had missed Lahar.

As the night wore on, their conversations became more and more flirtatious. Chris couldn't help but stare at Lahar's full lips and perky breasts. He wanted her, and he knew she wanted him too.

Finally, Lahar stood up and walked over to Chris. She straddled his lap and looked into his eyes.

"Dad, I want you," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

Chris's heart raced. He had waited for this moment for so long.

"Lahar, I want you too," he said, his hands gripping her hips.

Lahar leaned in and kissed Chris, her tongue exploring his mouth. Chris responded eagerly, his hands roaming over her body.

He reached up and cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples. Lahar moaned, her head falling back.

Chris trailed kisses down her neck, his hands working at the buttons of her shirt. He wanted to see her naked, to feel her skin against his.

Finally, he managed to get her shirt open, revealing her perfect breasts. He leaned in and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking.

Lahar moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Dad, that feels so good," she whispered.

Chris continued to worship her body, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of her. He could feel her getting wetter and wetter, her moans becoming more and more frequent.

Finally, he couldn't take it any longer. He needed to be inside her.

He stood up, lifting Lahar with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck.

Chris carried her over to the bed, laying her down gently. He knelt between her legs, his cock hard and ready.

"Dad, I want you inside me," Lahar whispered, her eyes pleading.

Chris didn't need any more encouragement. He positioned himself at her entrance and slowly pushed inside.

Lahar moaned, her back arching off the bed. "Dad, yes," she cried out.

Chris started to move, his hips thrusting in and out. Lahar met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

"Dad, harder," Lahar begged, her nails digging into his back.

Chris increased his pace, his balls slapping against Lahar's ass. She moaned louder, her pussy clenching around his cock.

Chris could feel himself getting close to the edge. He reached down and rubbed Lahar's clit, knowing it would push her over the edge.

"Oh, dad, I'm cumming," Lahar cried out, her pussy pulsing around his cock.

Chris couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust deep inside her one last time and released, filling her pussy with his hot cum.

They lay there for a moment, catching their breath.