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>>44827141

Hana was in a daze as her hand busily yet clumsily caressed herself, the taste of her father's cum was overwhelming as she tried extracting every drop before swallowing it down. It was no where near as bitter as last time she got a taste, was he eating something different? Was the medicine influencing him in some way? She didn't have the answer nor did it matter to her overmuch.

Instead, she relished the taste and already yearned for more, but Anon pulled back finally and despite her attempts at reclaiming it his hand pressed on her head stopping her advance. She looked up at him in confusion, "Hana, I'm not as young as I was, lick it gently for now..." he gave another forced business smile as she complied, her own smile pure and unadulterated lust.


Hana was directed to lay on her back, and with a few pillows to prop her head up she lay there, her bloomers stripped off by her own eager hands. She felt a tinge of horror at her own actions, the thoughts of how she could do this fluttered across her mind. Those thoughts gradually dissipated as she she saw Anon gracefully take his place between her legs.

She looked on in anticipation as her prize rest itself above her slicked crotch, it was ready to go, she'd seen to that with her enthusiasm. However, it didn't move again, confused she looked up the muscled and scarred body of her the man she offered herself too.

That dark look that hid behind his eyes came to the forefront of his face, it clouded even the practiced business smile and amorous expression he held up like a mask. He braced himself with her leg and to the lightly confused expression on his daughter's face he asked, "Hana... are you sure about this? I... I... this isn't right!"

Hana felt that niggling sense of guilt and horror worm its way up again. Her lust filled thoughts faltered for a moment as the shame of what she's become surfaced. She was indecisive for the first time since she initiated this tragedy. The addict inside her, her base thoughts that spurred her on her body and wanted more like a glutton slowed as her logical mind pushed it's way forward.

Hana squirmed as Anon's face dared show a bit of hope at ending this horror and stopping his own aphrodisiac fueled lust from tearing him apart. As she squirmed his hard cock pressed against her by her own actions, the heat from it filled her own body and mind.

The thoughts of the future that flashed before her mind: once she gets him out, once they go back home, once he goes on dates, once she has a new family with someone she won't have to walk on eggshells around... All of it faded in favor a single thought, if she did this now then that means that she can taste this again and again... who else could make him happier than her?

The logical part of her mind screamed as it was covered by the lust of the ever intoxicating incense burner and her own hormones. She reached out and took his hand in hers, she whispered her consent once again.

The last bit of hope Anon didn't even know he had died at those words, it was replaced with the glaringly obvious reason he was here. Much like before that practiced tone and touch of an experienced whore took hold as and as if on autopilot he smiled warmly and nodded, "Of course, and I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else either... you're my only daughter and I want to give you anything I can!"

Hana couldn't help but be overjoyed at his empty words of mutual love. She ignored the well hidden, but obvious to her, pain in his voice as all she could focus on was what was next. She pulled him in one more time with the words, "kiss me~".

Anon's lips touched her own once again as he leaned in without resistance. The illusion of romance was perfect as their tongues invaded each other's mouth a second time, hers with vigor and his with deliberate teasing slowness.

She was already melting under him as she grasped his body, wrapping her arms around his torso like he was due to fly off. That was when she felt it, his engorged cock lining up to her entrance. She hugged his bare torso tighter as he entered her, she squeezed him closer involuntarily, feeling a flood of arousal as he did so.

There was a sting to it, as she felt something tear inside her. It didn't last long however, as either her arousal or the effect of the two potent substances in her body staved off the worst. She heard her father's voice again, "do you feel alright Hana...?" She let out a 'yes' before she even realized it and with an undertone of horror behind her clouded elation she felt him move.

She let out moans, her voice sweet and unrestrained as she felt him gyrating his hips. Already her legs were wrapped around his waist much like her arms were. Sweet and honeyed nothings flowed out of her mouth in between the times they pulled back to breathe.

I would love to see a healing segment where Anon simply has some fluffy healing moments with Hana, especially after being punched by her own mother. It could be the bridge we need for Hana to start realizing that she's the one that will have to be at her father's side to protect him.

>>43559054
Sounds pleasant desu.

>>43271602
She'd start stalking you as you're the only one that regularly donated to her shrine. So once she learned that the bought talismans and trinkets you got from her was so you can explore gensokyo without being molested she started getting worried about you (and your wallet) being eaten up.

It started innocently enough, she'd ask you where you were going this week in order to make you specific talisman that worked best against x youkai but eventually she started thinking about you more and more often. Being mostly isolated and having literally only one man regularly make your acquaintance will do that to a girl at such a tender age after all.

Sometimes when she can't stop thinking about you she'll make a paper doll to go track you down, it'll stick to you so she can easily locate you and report back if something happens. You've never noticed as it's rather inconspicuous, not even youkai noticed it either. One day however your wards failed, perhaps it was due to the rain you got caught in washing away the ink or the youkai being powerful and desperate enough to weather its effects. It was academic to you as the situation was perilous regardless.

You figured your hubris as an outsider was at an end when suddenly a rain of needles and seals covered the ugly body of the undisguised youkai. It screeched as it was reduced to thin air and became a memory. Reimu set down next to you and wasted no time in checking over your wounds, bandaging the sadisticaly created bleeding gashes with honed skills of someone that undoubtedly has seen this often enough.

You uttered a heartfelt thanks as you passed out from the loss of blood trickling from the wounds the sadistic youkai inflicted you with. When you came too you were in a warm futon, sitting on a tatami floor behind a paper sliding door. Your clothes had been changed into a robe and with stumbling difficulty you rose to your feet.

You entered into sunlight hallway and by happenstance you went the right way, entering a warm living room where the red and white miko sat on her veranda.

I see you're not bumping my thread anon
Why is that?