Author: MoltenGoldArt

On Her Knees [M/f] [Incest] [Blowjob] [D/s] [Father/daughter]

*Ding.*

**IDRIS (♥):** *Cannot wait to get you home, Ila. My cock fucking aches…*

Ila’s face blossomed scarlet as her gaze shifted from her phone notification to the giant of a man standing next to her in the grocery aisle.

Idris was looking at a package of whole grain bread, paying not a single scrap of attention to her. Or to anyone else staring up at him as they walked past the aisle for that matter. The only thing that gave him away that he’d sent the text at all was his phone in his hand, his thumb poised over the screen. She could see the vague reflection of it in his glasses.

She swallowed, looked back down at her phone screen, and started to type. It was a short message, and when she was finished, she swiped to her notes app to check the shopping list.

*Fwip.*

**ILA:** *Dad, we’re in public…*

His phone buzzed in his hand and he made a noise in the back of his throat. He tossed the bread into the cart and touched her back, and the both of them started walking. She heard him typing behind and above her, and felt her skin getting hotter by the second. Read more »

Yes Sir [M/f][incest][bondage][cunnilingus][father/daughter][bdsm]

The ropes creaked as he pulled them taut around her wrists. She clenched and unclenched her hands as he tied them off, then let out a soft sigh. This was not the first time Ila and Idris had played with rope—but it had been the first time since that fateful night her father demonstrated his skills in shibari for a crowd with her as his model.

“Good, Ila?” He asked, his deep voice a gravel roll on the back of his tongue. They’d been home for weeks already—she didn’t remember why the itch for the rope had come back so strong, and supposed that it didn’t matter now.

“Yes, Sir,” Ila said. She was on her knees on her father’s bed, her body bowed forward. Her arms were tied behind her back with a criss-cross pattern of braided hemp rope. He’d just finished with her wrists, and was checking over the rest of her bonds.

She shuffled her weight on the bed beneath his hands. She loved the feel of rope on her skin, the way it creaked when she moved. How it seemed so simple, and yet so much could be done with it. More than the ropes for their own sake though, she loved the man who wielded them with so much confidence and care. Read more »

On Her Knees [incest] [father/daughter] [age gap] [size difference] [light D/s] [blowjob] [cock/ball worship]

*Ding.*

**IDRIS (♥):** *Cannot wait to get you home, Ila. My cock fucking aches…*

Ila’s face blossomed scarlet as her gaze shifted from her phone notification to the giant of a man standing next to her in the grocery aisle.

Idris was looking at a package of whole grain bread, paying not a single scrap of attention to her. Or to anyone else staring up at him as they walked past the aisle for that matter. The only thing that gave him away that he’d sent the text at all was his phone in his hand, his thumb poised over the screen. She could see the vague reflection of it in his glasses.

She swallowed, looked back down at her phone screen, and started to type. It was a short message, and when she was finished, she swiped to her notes app to check the shopping list.

*Fwip.*

**ILA:** *Dad, we’re in public…*

His phone buzzed in his hand and he made a noise in the back of his throat. He tossed the bread into the cart and touched her back, and the both of them started walking. She heard him typing behind and above her, and felt her skin getting hotter by the second. Read more »

Yes Sir [Incest][Father/daughter][M/f][Bondage][Cunnilingus][D/s][age difference]

[SKETCH ILLUSTRATION FOR THIS STORY](https://www.moltengoldart.com/img/Sketch/YesSir.png)

Ila and Idris are a romantic father/daughter pair with a very large age gap; Idris has gigantism and Ila has albinism. If you’d like to read more stories involving them, or see more art of them, consider taking a peek at at my subreddit, r/moltengolderotica! Or, visiting my website, [www.moltengoldart.com](https://www.moltengoldart.com/)! Thank you very much for reading, I hope you like it! :)

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The ropes creaked as he pulled them taut around her wrists. She clenched and unclenched her hands as he tied them off, then let out a soft sigh. This was not the first time Ila and Idris had played with rope—but it had been the first time since that fateful night her father demonstrated his skills in shibari for a crowd with her as his model.

“Good, Ila?” He asked, his deep voice a gravel roll on the back of his tongue. They’d been home for weeks already—she didn’t remember why the itch for the rope had come back so strong, and supposed that it didn’t matter now. Read more »