If Abel were to share those thoughts with him-- the man who was her uncle by blood, but had claimed her without hesitation or the slightest room for doubt as his daughter, his heir, his right hand, and his little girl lover-- then no doubt Hanzo would have shaken his head and insisted that abandoning or getting rid of her was unthinkable. He and the Clan had denied her love and acceptance for far too long, and now Abel was a part of him in every way he could conceive.
In moments like this, though, an outside observer might describe Hanzo as fucking the girl as though she were nothing more than a whore, simply a warm body for him to use for his own pleasure and release, and not the precious treasure she was to him. But this was part of the life they had built, and he knew that Abel found as much bliss in giving this to him as Hanzo did in taking it.
The desk shook and rattled beneath the punishing rhythm of their fucking. Hanzo's hips slammed against the girl's tight ass cheeks over and over, the sound echoing against the office walls. "Yes... yes, fuck... that's my good little girl... your sweet little pussy makes Daddy feel so much better..."
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Date: 2020-09-11 10:08 pm (UTC)In moments like this, though, an outside observer might describe Hanzo as fucking the girl as though she were nothing more than a whore, simply a warm body for him to use for his own pleasure and release, and not the precious treasure she was to him. But this was part of the life they had built, and he knew that Abel found as much bliss in giving this to him as Hanzo did in taking it.
The desk shook and rattled beneath the punishing rhythm of their fucking. Hanzo's hips slammed against the girl's tight ass cheeks over and over, the sound echoing against the office walls. "Yes... yes, fuck... that's my good little girl... your sweet little pussy makes Daddy feel so much better..."