Abel cried out, gasping in pleasure as she was fucked at the brutal pace. She didn't mind being seen as a whore, especially since many of the younger members already thought of her like that since it was obviously the only way she had gotten any of her skills. The couple of Seduce and Kill missions she had been sent on before Daddy had taken her in hadn't helped that reputation at all.

"Yes, Daddy, fuck your little girl," Abel cried, her breasts rubbing against the desk with each thrust even as Daddy's heavy balls hit her clit each time. It was wonderful, knowing she was the one who could give Daddy this relief from everything, and despite that little voice she tried hard to ignore, she knew he wasn't going to throw her away. Not when she was the only one who could warm Daddy's bed, keep his cock happy, and ensure he didn't work too hard without regular breaks. "Harder, Daddy! I can take it!"

She could only imagine what those stuffy old elders would think if they saw the two of them like this. Undoubtedly, they'd be hard enough that they wouldn't be able to think at all before trying to cover it up with a scolding to Daddy when all of them would want to be in his place, fucking her pussy, ass, or even her throat. Not that she would let any of them touch her. She was Daddy's Little Girl.