Princess Jules

[starless_sky]

Life was good around Lucis for all but the king. Sure, he had a nice life, more than comfortable. He was successful, had many friends, he had a family... but he felt loveless. His wife, Liz, was a heartless person with a void where her soul should be. Noctis regretted her deeply but at the same time he couldn't say it was a total waste because he got Jules out of it.

Juliet. His little princess, the light of his life. The only decent thing Liz ever did was make her. For that... he couldn't bring himself to throw her out. She gave him a child. He could just ignore her and let her drink herself into a stupor while he raised Jules mostly by himself. He could just hope maybe Liz left or ended her own life accidentally drinking and drowning in the bath. Then it could just be him and Jules... Wishful thinking wasn't a crime. Jules made him want to be a better man... he wanted to be a better man for her. Not in spite of Liz but for their daughter. A better man... to their daughter. The way that hit was less and less awkward to him as the years passed. 

He'd gotten a call today to go check on his wife. She was strung out or something. Again. So he'd gone upstairs to go find her. He'd either find her dead or passed out. This was routine at this point and the castle staff was descrete about it. Unfortunately, it was the latter today, Liz was just unconscious. He put her into bed and was grateful Jules wasn't home to see this. Thank goodness it was a school day. 

Jules was still living at home by his rule. He had an apartment at her age but as an omega... he couldn't allow it. She was too vulnerable, the world was a scary place for omegas, especially one as desirable as her. He knew it was limiting but... he had to protect her. The thought of another alpha touching her... he got violent ideas. He headed out of his room and down their hall when he smelled it. The scent of an omega. He hadn't smelled it in ages, most of his staff were bonded after all and Liz offered no pheromones at all. But that...

It wasn't just an omega, an omega in heat. In his suite. 

Jules. 

He hurried to her room. The door was ajar and as he drew closer the scent got stronger. He stepped in. 

"Jules? Honey? Are you okay?" had she brought herself home from school? Had she not gone today? The scent was strong, it was making him salivate. He felt himself grow hard in his pants. 

"Sweetie..." he stepped into the room. "It's okay, it's me, it's daddy. Can you sit up? Can you talk to me?" 

 

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[littlelupus]

There was never going to be anyone else though, not for Juliet. From the moment she’d been born, she’d been her father’s special girl. He was the only one she’d ever looked at. The only one that she wanted to be around and whether they acknowledged it or not, both of them knew deep down that they’d been leading to this for a long time. It was in every lingering touch. The way they held each other while watching movies. The way their bodies brushed against each other when he held her in his arms; The subtle grind, the obvious bulge. The parts of themselves they couldn’t deny yet forced themselves never to act on.

Nobody her age would have been enough for Jules. Nobody older would have come close to her Father. It didn’t matter that there were a million reasons why this both couldn’t and shouldn’t be. She didn’t care that once this line was crossed, it would change the trajectory of her life forever. She always wanted it to be him, she just hadn’t dared to hope that it would be until now.

She felt the nervous energy swirl her stomach as he drank in her naked body. Jules swallowing hard as she saw his gaze flash with desire and she understood, this was really happening. She tried to relax, but she felt so exposed it was hard for her to do so. Jules’ legs parting wider in response to his urging, not entirely sure what to expect.

But then he dipped his head, his warm breath skimming her thighs as Jules head sunk back into her pillows. Her hand barely having the time to cover her mouth before his tongue slipped past her slick folds. “Daddy.” Her voice was more breath than barely as she arched her back against the mattress. Her bare feet pressing against his body as he moaned against her wet lips.

She’d touched herself before, of course, she had but it was nothing quite like this. The fantasy of her father tasting her, not even close to the pleasure he gave her. Jules pushed her fingers through her hair, teeth sinking into her lower lip as she tried to do exactly what he told her. Desperate to be quiet, not for fear of being caught, but for fear that he might stop.

[starless_sky]

The same could be said for him. Since her birth Jules was the number one female in his life. She's all that mattered not just as his precious daughter and his heir but over time... His ideal. She was beautiful, soft, charming, smart, driven, and knew how to make him laugh with just a look. He could say anything to her. She understood him. Perhaps because they were father and daughter.

The face that didn't stop either if them felt like further proof. The way they'd hold hands and whisper together, the way they'd snuggle and spoon when watching movies, she could get him hard without trying. He'd never had passion for anyone like that. Thinking of Liz made him soft. He used it when he had Jules on his mind.

Over time it stopped feeling wrong. It started feeling like what they both needed and what they'd just have to work through. All couples had their hardships. He could never openly have her. He couldn't marry her. They had to stay secret but that worked. It was a small price to pay for being happy.

Watching her body felt like he was in a dream. He'd imagined this moment plenty of times, imagined her naked most days. Seeing her now made him feel possessive. She was his, her body belonged to him as her father but she freely gave it to him as a man. The way she opened her legs said it all, allowing him power in her vulnerability.

The rest... Well he'd never had an omega before. He'd heard they were superior to betas but he'd had no idea. He'd smelled them his whole life and some had even smelled good but Jules? Jules was his flavor. Designed for him. Enough that he moaned against her lips again. His tongue slid between them, he lapped up her slick and licked her clitoris. More than just delicious, her flavor commanded his body to respond. His cock felt even harder, aching now to be free. He reached down to open his belt and pants to release his heavy erection.

Then his hands held her thighs and he plunged his tongue inside her. His beautiful young virgin girl would feel daddy's tongue inside her, swirling around eagerly licking her. He was surprised how wet she was. Whatever he swallowed was replaced immediately and tasted even sweeter. He was made for this. He was an alpha. He liked to fuck omegas. He was made for omegas. For this omega. Life with Liz deprived him of that simple understanding. No longer.

He pulled his tongue out of her pussy and moved up to her clit. He loved eating pussy. He was great at it. He was guilty of it with Liz now and again. He could make this good for his baby girl. He wrapped his lips around her clit. Puckering his lips like he was sucking juice from a fruit he could suck her clit.

While he did that... His hand moved from her thigh. His fingers brushed her lips under his chin. She was so wet it was easy. Two fingers slid into her with little struggle. He bent them at the knuckles and pumped his hand rhythmically. To give her the sensation of being fucked.