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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Dishonored_(Video_Games)
  Relationship:
      Corvo_Attano/Emily_Kaldwin
  Character:
      Corvo_Attano, Emily_Kaldwin
  Additional Tags:
      Parent/Child_Incest, Vaginal_Sex, Rape_Roleplay, Aftercare, Consensual
      Underage_Sex, Somnophilia
  Series:
      Part 4 of but_Father,_I_wouldn't_be_here_without_you
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-18 Completed: 2018-03-30 Chapters: 5/5 Words: 6998
****** All drowning in the blood you’ve spilled. ******
by alchemist17
Summary
     please heed the warnings pals!
     this is the separate place i'll put the more uh problematic kinks-
     rape play, maybe somno or anything else that might have somewhat
     built in consent issues
Notes
     corvo becomes the masked felon again for emily
***** Chapter 1 *****
It's dark. It's late. But she's awake, leafing through the papers on her desk.
Emily sighs and rests her face in her hands. The papers will there in the
morning, she decides.
She goes to her bedroom. Her official bedroom, not the safe room or the bed she
shares with her father. The windows are open and Emily looks out across the
city for a moment before closing them. She goes to the closet, changes into her
nightgown. As an afterthought Emily puts on a robe, little more than a few
artful scraps of lace and silk. She heads back to the bed, pulls down the
covers ready to get in.
Someone grabs her.
“Good evening, Empress.”
Emily goes to scream but a hand covers her mouth.
“Shush now, you wouldn’t want for me to have to kill your loyal guards, would
you?”
She shakes her head. The intruder lets her go, pushes her forward onto the bed.
Emily holds her robe closed, turns to look.
It’s Corvo, of course, and though she keeps her expression stony she’s warmed
by the sight of him. He’s wearing his mask, and his old coat from the rat
plague. Emily has spent a lot of time wrapped up in that coat.
“The Masked Felon.” She says. “I thought you’d retired.”
“An Empress is worth coming out of retirement for.”
Emily perches on the bed, keeps her thighs pressed together. She’s wet already,
and her eagerness makes her flush with embarrassment.
“What do you want? The gold from the safe room? My mother’s jewellery?”
“You.”
She tries to imagine the rush of heat she feels is the chill of dread.
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.”
The Felon steps closer, starts to undo his belt. Emily’s practically
conditioned to respond to the sound and it takes a concentrated effort to keep
her legs closed.
“You can take any of the gold or silver; it’s nothing.” She shuffles back onto
the bed to get away.
“That’s why I don’t want it.” He grabs her by the knees and pulls her to the
edge of the bed. “Gold and silver ain’t valuable to people like you.”
Emily always wonders how much of the bitterness is feigned.
“If you stop this now, you can go. No-one will know.” She warns.
He grabs her hips and turns her over. “They won’t know anyway, will they? You
gonna call for daddy and let him see you like this?”
“Like what?”
Like this.” The Felon grabs handful of flimsy chiffon and throws them over her
head.
“No! No, fuck off-”
He presses her face into the bed.
“Can’t breathe.”
“Sorry.” Corvo lets up, allows her to turn her head to the side. “Better?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, Empress.” He brushes his fingers between her labia.
Emily squirms at the sound of his voice.
“Settle down now. I can see how much you want this.”
“I do not!”
The Felon tuts as he pushes his fingers into her. Corvo always likes to check,
no matter how thoroughly he’d worked her open earlier. He sets a knee on the
bed and Emily closes her eyes when she feels the head brush against her.
“Now be good and shut up so I don’t have to hurt you.”
She stays still and quiet as he pushes in.
“That’s it.” One of his hands grabs at her, pulls roughly so he can see exactly
what he’s doing. “Look at how wet you are for it.”
Emily feels the embarrassment rise again. “Keep talking.”
“I think you’re my favourite empress. Jessamine was a little uptight for my
tastes but you’re perfect.”
She opens her eyes to glare at him past his hand.
“Look at that pouty little face.” The Felon touches her face, pets her with
fingers wet with her own juices. ”You’re cunt’s nice and tight too. Maybe I’ll
come back.”
She thrashes.
“Easy now.” He leans his weight on her.
Emily keeps moving, wiggles one of her arms beneath her. He smacks the side of
her ass and she whimpers.
“Did your daddy used to spank you? I bet he still does.”
Emily’s eyes close again and he feels her thighs tremble against him.
“You’re just like all the other sluts aren’t you? No matter where you’re born.
All of you want to be held down and split open like nasty little whores.”
He comes, and Emily groans at the reassuring feeling of his seed spilling into
her. Corvo tears his mask off, drapes himself over her back.
“Emily.” He murmurs, winds his arms around her. He pushes her hand out of the
way to touch her, fingers briefly sliding over her slick skin before settling
on her clit.
“Father.” She reaches back for him, puts her hand to his face as he kisses her
cheek.
Emily comes and he holds her through it. He stands, pulls his daughter to her
feet and rearranges her robe. She leans into his chest, clutches the collar of
his coat.
“I love you.” Corvo tells her, stroking her hair.
“I love you too.”
“Are you ready for bed now?”
She nods and he carries her to bed as he always has done.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     'i gotta...im gonna write belly bulge' 3600 words later
“Corvo?”
“Mmm?”
“What’s this?”
“What’s what?”
“You’ve got to look!”
He rolls over. Emily holds up a book.
“Callista told me not to look, but I looked anyway.”
Corvo takes the book from her. It’s a penny novel, and the book has been opened
to this page so often the spine is cracked. There’s a page of text and beside
it, an illustration. He rubs his eyes until they focus on the image.
There’s a man and a woman. They’re awkwardly posed to showcase her breasts and
their joined genitalia.
“Em, next time someone tells you not to look at a book, don’t. You’re not old
enough for this stuff.” He flicks through the book before closing it. There are
other drawings.
“Alright.” Emily pouts. “I’ll put it back.”
“No. You tell Callista to come and get it from me.”
“But then she’ll know I took it.”
“Exactly.”
Emily squeezes onto the edge of the bed. “Will you at least explain it?”
“You’re too young.”
“No I’m not!” She grabs the book, locates a page with uncomfortable ease. It’s
a drawing of the woman lifting her shirt, exposing her breasts. “They look like
mine.”
“They do not.”
Emily lifts her shirt. She’s started to develop, nipples standing out as the
tissue beneath swells. She doesn’t look like the drawing, not yet. But it won’t
be long.
“They do. And Callista won’t tell me why.”
She’s changed so much in their time apart. It aches, and he wraps an arm around
her.
“I suppose you’re right. I’ll try to answer any questions you have.”
Emily nods. Of course she was right. She wiggles until she can lie against his
chest, flips back to an earlier page. The man is showing the woman his penis,
and she’s on her knees for a better look.
“What is that?”
“A penis.”
And what is it supposed to do? Do you have one? If you have one can I see it?
Do they always stand up like that? Does it hurt?”
Corvo sighs. “Uh, it’s to put a baby inside a woman. Yes I have one, no you
can’t see it, they don’t always stand up and it’s doesn’t hurt.”
She narrows her eyes as she processes the information. “Why does it stand up?
Do you just put it in and there’s a baby? And why can’t I see yours?”
“Em, sex is-”
“Sex?”
“What people do with these bits. Sex is for grown ups who love each other.”
“We love each other.” She looks at him. “Right?”
“You’re not a grown up.”
“I’m the Empress; that’s grown up.”
“You’re ten. And anyway, people aren’t supposed to have sex with their family.”
Emily’s sulky, but she continues. “And the other questions?”
“When a man sees someone he loves, blood goes into his penis. It makes it
easier to put it inside the woman. They have to put their penis in and move it
around a bit and then something comes out of them that makes a baby.”
“Is it wee?”
“No.”
“Sounds like wee. Does it feel good?”
“It feels good.”
Emily nods and turns the page. The woman has the penis in her mouth.
“Why is she doing this?”
Havelock knocks on the wall outside his room. “Corvo? We need to discuss
Sokolov.”
“I’ll be right down.”
Emily grabs at his shirt when he goes to stand. “You’re not going to hurt
Anton, are you?”
“No, Emily. We just need to ask him some questions.” He takes the book, tucks
it beneath his pillow. “We can talk more about this later, okay?” He pauses
when he reaches for his clothes. “Off to your lessons, then.”
“Fine.” Emily hugs him. “I'll see you tonight?”
“In the morning. I won't be back until late.”
“I'll stay up.”
“You need to sleep. Or you won't grow.”
She makes a face, but leaves the room.
“Go downstairs, Emily.”
There's a burst of giggles and Corvo waits until he hears her run downstairs.
 
Corvo is asleep. She'd kept waking in the night and every time she'd run to
check if is was back and finally, he was. She looks at him, looks at the book,
and puts it down. She's going to need both hands for this. Very slowly she
undoes the laces of his pyjamas, peels back the fabric. Corvo sifts and she
takes the opportunity to pull the trousers down his thighs. Emily takes a
moment to stare at all the revealed skin.
She puts one of her little pale hands on his darker thigh. She traces the
delicate crinkled skin of his testicles, runs her finger up to the base of his
cock. It’s soft, like the furnishings in the palace, and she doesn’t want to
stop touching it. Emily curls her fingers around it and finds her fingers don’t
meet. She remembers Corvo saying you had to move it about to make the stuff
come out. Emily tilts his cock to the side. Then the other side.
“Jess…” Corvo murmurs.
She automatically clenches her fist, squeezes him. He moans and starts to move
in her hand, getting even thicker. Emily lets go. She picks the book up, flicks
to the next page. The woman has the penis in her mouth. Emily looks at the end
of his penis. She’s not sure if she’ll be able to fit it in, but the man in the
drawing seems to be enjoying it. So she leans in, opens her mouth as wide as
she can. She takes the tip into her mouth, closes her lips around it like it’s
a frozen treat. It jolts in her mouth and she feels something on her tongue.
She pulls back. His penis is standing up, and there’s a bead of cloudy liquid
on the top. Emily moves the drop on tongue around, tasting it. Corvo stirs, and
she pats his thighs to get his attention.
“Look Corvo! You love me!”
“Emily?”
“Look!” She pokes the end of his cock.
“No, Em, what are you doing?” He sits up and she throws herself forward,
presses her lips against his.
Corvo grabs her shoulders, hesitates before he pushes her away. His daughter’s
face falls and it makes him feel sick.
“You can’t do this, Emily. It’s not right.”
“What’s wrong about loving you?”
He sighs. “Look, why don’t we come back to this tomorrow? I’m tired.”
“I shouldn’t have woken you.” Emily says dejectedly.
He thinks of what might of happened if he hadn’t woken. If she’d have kept
touching him.
“You want to learn, right? We can look at a couple more pages, and then we’ll
sleep.”
Emily nods. She crawls over his leg to sit beside him, turns to a new page. He
shuffles to make space, pulls the blankets up to cover himself.
“Okay, let me look.”
It’s focused on the woman’s vagina, showing just a sliver of thigh beyond her
labia.
“What’s this? I have one, don’t I?” Emily pulls the oversized shirt she’s been
sleeping in up to look at herself. “Why don’t I have any hair?”
“You'll probably grow hair soon.” He pushes the fabric back down. “It's called
a vagina. It's where the penis goes.”
“Is that where the baby comes from?”
“Yes.”
“So babies are really small when they're born?” Emily thinks of the babies
she's seen from the carriage and in paintings. She was certain such a thing
couldn't fit into her, let alone come back out again.
“No, the vagina… Stretches. It's very painful.”
“Is putting the penis in painful?”
“No. Touching the vagina feels good.”
“Good for who?”
“For yo-for the woman.”
“Corvo?”
“Yeah?”
“Sometimes when I think about you, my vagina tingles.”
Corvo stares at the wall. “That doesn't mean anything.”
“Like your penis standing up because of me doesn't mean anything?”
He nods.
“So you don't love me?”
“I do love you, Em. There's other ways to show someone your love.”
“Like what?”
“This.” Corvo wraps an arm around her and crushes her against his side, tickles
her stomach.
She laughs and pushes him away, but she's not convinced.
“Alright, bedtime.”
“Can I at least sleep here?”
It'd be silly to make her go back outside.
“Alright.” Corvo wiggles his trousers back up, does his best to keep himself
covered as he tucks his penis away.
He holds his arm out, lets Emily rest against his chest. She puts a leg over
his and he's too aware of her crotch against his hip.
“Last question.”
“Go for it.”
“How do you touch a penis to make the stuff come out?”
 
After he'd carried Lady Boyle down to the basement, Corvo had taken a bottle of
their finest whiskey. It's older than he is, and in these times invaluable. He
tries to share with Samuel, who declines. Says he'd drive the boat ashore if he
drank so much as a drop. So Corvo swigs from the bottle, stumbles up the stairs
to the attic as the alcohol starts to set in.
Emily is awake, reading the book. For a second she looks so much like her
mother that it's only the disconnect between his brain and mouth that keeps him
from making a lewd remark.
“Corvo! I think I've figured it out.”
“Wha?”
“How to make the stuff come out.” She kneels up in the bed, pats the space
beside her.
He stumbles over to the desk, starts to pull weaponry from within his coat.
Corvo flops onto the bed, lets the bottle slip from his hand. He pulls Emily
down against him and tucks her against his side, pins the book between them.
She reaches for his trousers, wanting to try out what she thinks she’s learned.
“No touching.” Corvo says, yawning. “It's naughty.”
And he promptly passes out. Emily pokes him in the face to check if he's really
asleep. She sits up, shuffles backwards until she's sat by his thighs. His face
is so far away like this and she leans forward to touch his hair.
Emily starts to undo his trousers. It’s more difficult than his pyjamas and she
fiddles with the belt before she gets it undone. She pulls his penis out and
thinks about what the book said.
She wrapped her hand around the throbbing base, slid her hand slowly towards
the head.
Emily wraps her little hand around as much of him as she can. She moves her
hand up to the tip. His penis doesn’t look much different, but even as she
watches it starts to lift, trying to stand. She repeats the action, strokes him
from base to the tip. Corvo’s hand pulls at the sheets, fingers reaching out
until he finds her knee.
She freezes, but he does nothing except rest his hand on her leg. This doesn’t
seem right, Emily thinks, having to keep taking your hand off. She opens the
book, scours the text for clues.
Adeline strokes him, moves her hand up and down his turgid length.
Emily supposes ‘turgid length’ is some grown up way of saying penis. Taking
hold of his penis again, she moves her hand up to the top, and back down again.
Corvo’s penis starts to rise and she bounces a little in excitement. She puts
her other hand on him too, encompasses all of him in her hand.
“Emily…” Corvo sighs.
She looks up but he’s still asleep. His voice sounded so nice that it made her
tingle but she doesn't know what to do about that yet. Corvo hasn't told her.
Emily keeps touching him, even as her arms burn with the effort. She isn't sure
what's going to come out of his penis but she wants to see, to touch every part
of her father.
Emily is finally rewarded. He groans, a noise she feels inside her, and
something white shoots out the end of his penis. It lands on his shirt and she
leans in to look. It smells. It smells and Emily feels no inclination to lick
it up, unlike Adeline. She sniffs her hands and they smell too. But it's far
too cold to go and wash them, so Emily nudges Corvo's coat open and squirms in.
 
When Corvo awakes, come on his stomach and his daughter as his side, shirt
pulled up to expose her ass, he fears the worst. He gropes at the side of the
bed for the whiskey, lifts his head to drink. Putting the bottle down, he tries
to sit up by finds himself pinned by Emily in his coat.
“Emily.” He shakes her arm.
She snuffles.
“Wake up, baby.”
“Corvo…”
“Come on. Time to wake up.”
She lifts her head, yawning. Bleary eyed, she props her chin on his chest. Then
she gasps, remembers the night before.
“Look! I made the stuff come out!” Emily points at the stain on his shirt.
“I see. I didn't… Hurt you, did I?”
“You were asleep, silly. I did this all on my own.”
“Uh… Well done, Em. But I won't tell you again, you shouldn't be touching me.”
She pouts. “But it makes you feel good, doesn't it?”
Corvo sighs. “We aren't supposed to touch each other.”
“But I want to touch you. And I want you to touch me.” She puts one of her
little hands on his.
“Em, I said no.”
“You said you wouldn't tell me again.”
He tries to frown, but Emily makes a sad little face and he smiles to see her
do the same.
“Will you tell me about vaginas?”
“Fine. Go ahead.”
“So, you said putting the penis in the vagina felt good?”
“Yep.” Corvo rubs his eyes.
“What about putting other things in the vagina?”
“Uh...Fingers feel good.”
“It didn’t feel good when I did it.”
“W-why did you put your fingers there?”
“I wanted to know what it would feel like to have your penis in there.”
Corvo scratches his chin, trying not to think about how it would feel. “You
know when your vagina tingles?”
“When I think about you.”
“You might make a sticky fluid. That is to help the penis enter. Like
uh...Engine oil?”
She nods.
“But if there isn’t any fluid, it might not feel very good.”
“Is it like the stuff that came out of your penis?”
Corvo shakes his head.
“You said it feels good when the stuff comes out. Do women have that?”
“They do, but nothing comes out.”
“Huh.” She bites her lip. “I can’t think of anything else. I’m going to have
breakfast.” Emily crawls up his chest and kisses him.
He kisses back, just a little.
 
“Corvo! They told me you did a good thing!” She hops excitedly.
He pats her head, smooths down her hair. “I hope so.”
“Everyone is celebrating, but I’m not allowed to have a drink.”
He bends to whisper in her ear. “You can sleep in my bed tonight, if you like.
To celebrate.”
Emily looks up from her drawing. “Are you going to show me something?”
“I’m going to show you how to touch yourself.”
She grins, and Corvo kisses her cheek. He and the Loyalists toast their
Empress, and he winks at his daughter before he goes upstairs.
 
Hours later, Corvo unlocks the door to Emily’s room in the tower. He steps
inside and closes the door behind him.
“Corvo?”
“Hey Em.” He says softly.
He kneels down, lets her throw herself into his arms. He holds her little body
against him, nuzzles into her hair.
“Oh Em, your clothes.” Corvo looks down at her, soiled with his deeds. He runs
his hand down her chest, over her little growing breast.
“Who’s blood is it?” She touches his cheek, his lip, where sprays of blood have
dried.
“The assassin who killed your mother, his lackeys, Martin, Pendleton, Havelock.
Every person who stood in my way from the Flooded District to here.”
Emily looks down, at the bright blood soaking into her clothes.
“Well...I guess I could take them off?”
He tears the buttons off of her jacket, pushes it away. He pushes up her shirt
to get his first glimpse of her chest. They’re not even as big as his palm, but
as he breathes over them the areola begin to puff up, her tiny little finger
nail sized nipples starting to stand out. Corvo stares, and while he’s
distracted she pulls the ruffled fabric over her head. Emily hadn’t been
wearing her shoes and she slips out of her shorts easily, until she’s stood in
just her high socks.
“Daddy.”
“Hmm?”
She kisses him, sweetly, softly. Corvo cups the back of her head with a single
large hand, uses his insistent tongue to pry her mouth open. She jolts when
their tongues touch but he holds her still, pushes his tongue in until she
breaks away to gag and cough. Emily wipes her mouth as he moves to her
shoulder.
“Will you put your penis in me?”
“Anything you want.” Corvo promises.
He pins her hips against him, splays a hand between her shoulders. She grabs
his arms when he lifts her, lays her down on the little mattress on the floor.
Corvo takes a moment to look her over, settled on his knees between her legs.
He brushes his fingers over the pale pink smears of blood from his clothes,
over the soft stored fat in her belly. Emily’s hips are narrow still and he
idly wonders if they’ll grow broader, if she’d be able to bear his child
someday.
“Do you love me, Corvo?”
“I do, baby girl. I love you so much.”
“Can I see?”
He’s been hard since he saw her. Corvo nods and starts to undo his trousers.
His daughter props herself up on her elbows to look. He takes his cock out and
lets it stand there, watches Emily’s eyes flick back and forth between the head
and his face.
“Is it going to fit?” She asks, putting a hand to her hole. “I’m not very big
yet.”
“We’ll make it fit.”
Corvo runs a rough fingertip along where her labia are pressed together. He
slides his fingers between to pry them open, reveals the slick pink flesh
beneath.
“You’re leaking.”
His finger brushes against her tiny entrance before plunging in. She gasps,
insides fluttering around him as he pushes his finger to the base.
“Corvooo…”
“Do you like that?”
Emily nods, clenches her little fists as he rubs his thumb over her clit. He
leans down, bends himself in half to kiss her. Soon he manages to ease another
finger into her, strokes along her front wall as she whines.
“Daddy, I-something’s happening.”
“It’s called an orgasm, baby. Relax, let Daddy make you feel good.”
She clutches at his shoulders, legs flailing against his sides. The back of her
thigh rubs over his erection and he growls, desperate to push forward just a
little and seat himself in her.
“Come on, Emily. I can’t fuck you until you come.” Corvo kisses her little
face, down to where her neck strains for air under her narrow ribbon.
“W-what’s an-an or-” Emily seizes up, face scrunching up as her father brings
her to her first orgasm.
“There’s my girl.” Murmuring in her ear, he squeezes another finger in.
She coos, legs falling open with the aid of her childhood flexibility.
“I think you can take me now.”
One of Emily’s hands reaches for the head of his cock. “Please, Daddy.”
He pulls his fingers out, drawing a sharp breath at how her body grasps at his.
Corvo takes hold of his cock, strokes himself to spread her wetness over him.
“Are you ready?” He puts the head of his cock to her cunt. And he waits, until
Emily regains her breath, until she touches his face.
Corvo shoves his cock in her. He buries his cock as deep as he can in her
diminutive body, leaving a few inches outside of her warmth. She grabs little
handfuls of his neck and he grits his teeth, focuses on the pain.
“Baby girl…” He hunches over her, coat falling around their bodies. “How does
that feel?”
Emily looks down. Over the little swells of her breasts, her pale skinny thighs
held wide by Corvo’s bulk, and to where his cock is pressed up inside her. She
puts a hand to her lower stomach, finds it slightly distended.
“Look, Corvo, look.”
He strokes his thumb along the length of the bulge.
“Is that...you?” She asks breathlessly.
“I think so.” Corvo draws back a few inches before pushing in again. The bump
moves. “You’re so small.” He sighs.
They spend a while watching his cock move inside her before Corvo’s lust gets
the better of him. He starts to thrust harder, rams his cock as deep as it’ll
go and forcing little breathy gasps for his daughter.
“Daddy, I want your stuff.” Emily pleads.
“My come. Say you want me to come in you.”
She gasps for breath, fingers scrambling at his shirt. “C-come in me.” She
cranes her neck to look up at him. “Come inside me, Daddy.”
“Emily, love. I’ll give you my come, anything you want.”
“Come in me.” She demands.
Corvo groans, pins her body down with his own. He presses his face into the
mattress above her head, muffles his shout of pleasure in the padding.
 Panting, Corvo pulls his cock from the confines of her body, shuffles down the
mattress to look her in the eye. Emily kisses his cheek, smiles up at him.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Em.” Corvo yawns, lies down on his side. “Daddy’s got to sleep
now.” He holds his coat open, and she wiggles her back against his chest.
“Thank you for coming to save me.”
“Anytime, love.” He kisses her ear, wraps her up in his coat.
***** Chapter 3 *****
“No-one is supposed to touch me there.”
“I made you. I can do what I like.” Corvo pins her wrists to her chest with one
big hand. He flicks her nightgown up, takes a moment to admire her cunt, closed
and tidy, before he ruins it. “It’s cute.” He parts her labia with his
fingertips, and thinks back to the first time he saw the precious flesh between
her legs.
“Father, no…” Emily nudges him out of his reprieve with her foot.
He leans some of his weight on her chest, a warning from both sides of him.
Corvo doesn't like to be rushed, even when it is essential. The Empress has a
reputation for being late.
“So you've really never been touched here?”
She shakes her head, eyes starting to well with tears.
“I knew you’d be perfect here too.” He plunges his fingers in.
Emily struggles, bucks her hips into his hand and pushes at him with her feet.
He slaps her. It leaves a smudge of slick on her cheek and she closes her eyes
for a moment before looking at him. Corvo pushes his fingers into her mouth,
presses down on her tongue.
“Children should be seen, not heard.”
She bites and he slaps her again, just to see her try and focus on her feigned
floundering.
“I’m not a child, I’m the Empress!”
Corvo unwinds the strap of leather from his hand, forces the material between
her teeth. He ties it loosely at the back of her head, careful of her hair, and
runs his finger between the leather and her skin. Emily keeps her hands
together on her chest, waiting patiently for him to hold her down again.
“Okay?”
She nods.
“You’re not the Empress here. You’re mine. Now stay still and shut up so I
don’t have to hurt you.” He shoves his trousers down until his cock springs
out.
Emily kicks at him as she whines around the leather. Grabbing her knee, he
pushes her thigh down on the bed before kneeling on it, pins her wrists down
again. He seizes her other thigh, hard enough that they know it’ll bruise.
“Show me you can tap out, baby.”
She snaps her fingers. Corvo nods, and shoves his cock into her. She groans,
tears spilling out as she squeezes her eyes shut.
“You feel perfect, I always knew you would.” He lets go of her leg to squeeze
her breast, kneads it while she wiggles beneath him.
Emily props her foot on his shoulder, as though she’s trying to push him away
but it just opens her wider for him.
“I’ve have killed the others, you know. If anyone else had touched you.” Corvo
bends over her. “Open your eyes. I want you to see who’s doing this to you.”
She obeys. Her pupils are wide and dark with arousal, shining with the forced
tears that run down the side of her face.
“You look so beautiful like this, lying here all sweet and pliant for me. I
made you, I made you for this, baby girl.” His hand presses against her
stomach. They can’t feel him inside her, not anymore. “I’m going to put my
child in you.”
Emily pushes at him, plants her foot in the centre of his chest for leverage.
“Come on, sweetheart. I can tell you want it.”
She shakes her head.
“Yeah, you do.”
“Noooo…” Emily whines around the gag, bucks her hips. She’s drooling, and it
follows a path parallel to her tears.
“You can’t lie to me, I can feel how wet you are. Pretending you don’t want
your Daddy’s cock, that you haven’t been waiting your whole life for this. I
know why you don’t even consider the suitors.”
She’s pink all the way down her torso, chest heaving. She’s not even pretending
to struggle anymore.
“You always were a Daddy’s girl.”
Emily squeals as she comes, back arching and toes curling against his shirt.
“You see? I told you you wanted it, you’re going to be so open and receptive
for my seed.” Corvo grabs her leg again, keeps her thigh pinned to his body.
“You’re going to look so good when you’re pregnant. I’ll have to make sure I
make good use of your cunt before it gets ruined.”
He holds her wrists, her leg tighter, keeps her pressed tightly against him as
he empties into her.
“There we go. Here’s my girl.” He unties the strap, loosens his grip on her.
“Daddy…” Emily reaches out for him and he kisses her bruising wrists before
leaning in to kiss her. “Thank you.”
“Thank you, Emily.” Corvo lays down beside her, lets her try to curl her entire
body up against his chest. They can’t do that anymore, either.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
She's asleep. They both are. It's raining and Corvo doesn't want to go back out
in the rain, no matter how quickly he can cross the distance.
So he takes his coat off, carefully lifts the sheets draped over his daughter
and lays beside her, sneaks his hand under her nightshirt to touch her soft
young skin. He thinks of how he left her earlier and slips a hand between her
legs. His finger pushes in easily and comes out wet, white and shiny with his
spend. Corvo wonders if anyone will notice the stain on her sheets when they do
the laundry.
Emily murmurs his name as she sleeps and he presses the side of his face to
hers, tries to reassure her that he's here.
“Shush, sweetheart.” He whispers.
Corvo wipes his fingers on her nightshirt, fumbles with his trousers. He isn't
quite hard enough yet, but by the time he pulls Emily's clothes up and rubs his
cock up against her labia he's ready. Wedging the head of his cock into her, he
holds her slim thigh up as he pushes in. As usual the last inch or so doesn't
fit and Corvo is both looking forward to and dreading the day she can take him
all. He wraps his arm around her, holds her little swelling breast in his hand.
He rocks into her gently, makes love to her small sleeping body.
“Lord Protector? Is that you?” Callista asks. Corvo turns to look, sees her arm
reaching under her pillow for her knife even as her voice trembles. His hips
still and he curls his body around his daughter.
“It's me, Corvo.”
“Why are you here? Is there trouble?”
He ponders who would watch Emily if he had to kill Callista. “Just checking on
Emily. She seemed to be having a bad dream.”
She's suspicious. But Emily yawns, one of her little hands reaching back to pat
his cheek.
“Daddy?”
“I'm here.”
Callista frowns, but rolls over, no doubt storing the information to gossip
about tomorrow. He doesn't care. It's better, people knowing he's Emily's
father, an extra layer of defence against people who think they are too close.
Emily's hand drops to where they're joined.
“I'm sorry, you just looked so beautiful.” Corvo says as quietly as possible.
Emily just nods and rearranges his other arm to be her pillow. He waits, waits
until Emily and Callista fall asleep, and then he starts to move again. It's so
different; when she's asleep. When Emily is conscious she babbles, begs for him
in half formed sentences as pleasure scrambles her undeveloped mind. She grabs
at him with her tiny hands, leaves kitten sized furrows as she digs her nails
in. But Emily's sweet like this, he decides, huddled in his arms, at her most
vulnerable yet still open for him. Corvo comes, floods her tiny hole with his
seed. His grip leaves a hand shaped bruise on her chest. It's going to be
sticky and uncomfortable in the morning, he thinks even as he pulls the
blankets around them, settles down to sleep with his softening cock inside his
daughter. They'd have to bathe, perhaps together, and Corvo sighs as his dick
twitches at the thought.
Chapter End Notes
     If you're into cheesy 80's songs this was inspired by 'I drove all
     night' and 'leave a light on' which I will now never be able to hear
     without thinking about underage incest
***** Chapter 5 *****
“Daddy?”
“I’m a little busy, Em.” Corvo doesn’t look up from his papers.
Emily folds her arms. “Corvo.”
“I’m trying to run the empire.”
But he puts the pen down, and looks up. She’s wearing a little white skirt, and
she lifts the hem to show him that she isn’t wearing anything underneath.
“Are you still too busy?”
“I suppose you could sit with me, if you’re quiet.”
Emily grins and hurries over, hops onto his lap. She wiggles back against his
chest, lets her legs hang either side of his knees.
“I guess you’re too busy to show me some love?”
“Far too busy.”
“Daddyyy…” She starts to squirm, rubs herself on his lap as Corvo tries to hold
her still.
“Baby girl, stop it.”
“I want to love you.”
Corvo doesn’t want to say no. He really doesn’t. He’s getting hard and the
paperwork is so terribly boring.
“You can sit on my cock but you’re not allowed to move, okay? You’ve got to sit
still and watch me do paperwork, and when I’m finished I’ll have you on the
desk.” He brushes back her hair, kisses her ear.
“Alright.”
Corvo leans her forward so he can pull his cock out, then lifts her by her
thighs. He lowers his daughter down onto his cock and arranges her skirt to
keep her covered.
“Better?”
Emily nods. He kisses her hair and goes back to his papers.
 
She stirs. She's warm, inside and out and she's safe. Her daddy's inside her
and Emily wiggles, stretches her arms up around his neck as she yawns. But
Corvo holds her still, and he's bored when he speaks.
“The arc pylons are too expensive? Can't you make a cheaper version?”
“Lord Corvo, we can't even replicate Sokolov’s version, let alone create a
simpler one.”
“Fine. I'll write to him. But in the meantime I want one in my chambers.”
“In the Royal Chambers, surely?”
“I said, in mine.”
“Yes, Lord Corvo.”
The woman leaves and he waits until she closes the doors, and then the next set
of doors.
“Emily? I know you're awake.” Corvo tickles her sides, grins when she laughs.
“Are you done with your paperwork now?”
“I think I am.”
Emily starts to shift in his lap. “Daddy, you’re too big. I can’t get up.”
“Oh no! You’re trapped on my cock forever.”
“Noooooo-”
“Forever and ever.”
“Corvooo…”
“Alright, I suppose that, as your father, I’m obliged to help you.” Corvo slips
his hands beneath her, lifts her off of him. He turns her around, hoists her
onto the desk. “Let me see what we’re dealing with.”
Emily lifts her skirt to show him the soft hairless skin between her legs. He
scoots to the edge of his seat, presses a kiss to her mound. Corvo traces his
finger from the bottom of her labia to the top, uses his fingertip to ease her
open. He licks her, tongue pressing over all of the precious skin between her
legs. She’s wet already, loose and relaxed from the time she’s spent sat on
him.
“Lay back for me.” Corvo stands, leans one big hand on the desk beside her
head.
She’s so small, hands wringing the hem of her skirt as she waits for him. He’s
always hesitant. It never looks like his cock is going to fit but somehow it
does, his daughter’s sweet little body accepting him.
“Come on, Daddy. Love me.”
“You’re not going to be this small forever. I want to remember you like this.”
Emily pokes him with her foot. The move makes her labia part, showing him her
tiny hole.
“Please Daddy.” She puts her fingers inside herself. “It doesn’t feel as good
as when you do it. I need something bigger.”
“Okay baby, I’m here.” Corvo takes hold of himself, aligns his cock with her
entrance. He pushes as deep as he can, until the head presses up against her
cervix.
Shifting, Emily puts her hand to her stomach. “Will we make a baby someday?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“I think I do.”
He strokes her hair as he starts to move. Slowly, at first, teasing her with
the drag of his cock against her insides before he picks up the pace. Emily
grabs at him, holds onto his clothes as his thrusts shove her up the table.
“Daddy…” She tries to wrap her legs around him, tries to hold on.
“Don't worry, I've got you.” Corvo picks her up, sits heavily in his chair.
He lets his girl adjust herself on top of him, settling her weight over his
thighs and wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Lord Corvo!” A servant barges into the room. “Oh-is Lady Emily asleep? I’m so
sorry. I'll return later.”
Corvo watches him go, clutches Emily tight as he tries to get over the shock.
“Right. I'm locking the door. Hold on.” He tucks his arm under her rear,
carries her over to the door. He slides the bolt across. “There. No more
interruptions.”
“Just me and my daddy.”
“Just me and my baby.” He moves her on his cock, uses her little body to
pleasure himself.
“That feels so nice.” Emily murmurs into his neck.
“You’re being so good for Daddy, just a little longer.”
Her legs flail where they’re spread around his body, her hands white knuckled
as they clench at his collar. She’s got her face pressed into Corvo’s chest,
muffling her moans on the fabric as he muffles his in her hair. He comes, holds
her painfully tight as he struggles to stay upright.
“Good girl.” He pants.
Emily rubs her cheek against his chest. “WIll you make me come, Daddy?”
“Of course, sweetheart.” Corvo carries her back to his desk, sits her across
his lap. “Let me show you my love.” He slips two of his fingers into her,
lowers his thumb to her clit. “I’ll do this when you want to get pregnant.”
“This will help?”
“I need to get my come all the way up here.” He forces his fingers deeper,
until he can touch the bundle of tissue. “It needs to go in there and this is
how I'll help it.”
Emily looks at his fingers when they slide out, eyes hazy with lust. She pulls
at his hair, makes him lean down to kiss her. Emily kisses sloppily, manages
little more than keeping her mouth open for his tongue.
“Come on, Em, baby girl. Daddy’s got work to do.”
“Daddy…”
“Shh, shh. Come now, love, come for me.” Corvo coaxes her orgasm from her,
makes her come until her little body goes limp in his arms.
He arranges her skirt tidily across her thighs, wipes his hand on his own
trousers. Corvo picks up his pen, returns to his work as she yawns, stretches
her legs over the edge of the chair.
“I’ll wake you for dinner, okay?” Corvo kisses her forehead.
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