Beauty incarnate. Short and petite, raven black hair that cascaded down like a waterfall, uninterrupted in its descent. Eyes a rich lavender held in a constant expression of disinterest, yet they seemingly concealed behind them a maturity beyond her years, and perhaps even beyond yours as well. Truly Homura Akemi was the picture of beauty, the very definition. If you could you would have her framed, were it even possible, to be hung amongst the masterpieces of history's finest in the great galleries of the world so that all may appreciate her visage that stirred your heart to throb with need and desire, a deep burning one you craved to satisfy. Yet at the same time you wanted to keep her away, to never let the eyes of the public sully her majesty with their simple gazes. They were not worthy of seeing her splendour, only you were, and you would certainly appreciate it. Oh how you would appreciate it, your dreams every night were filled with such acts. You could feel her body in your hands, smell her rich scent that you could only imagine was an intoxicating aroma of lavender and the sweat of a teenager just toeing the line into puberty, to have those soft delicate lips upon yours. Yes, Homura Akemi was a goddess that you craved, but couldn't have. Not yet at least.
Should you be having these thoughts as her teacher?
The students filed in, chatting happily amongst themselves, and offering polite waves and greetings. You were after all rather popular amongst the student body for being young, a bit handsome, and in general just quite an excellent teacher. Your approaches to teaching and how you conducted yourself left your students well educated, and most importantly... trusted... Yes, trust was an important thing amongst a student and a teacher. A child and an adult.
Homura Akemi did not offer such greetings, rather her gaze was fixated on Madoka. Madoka Kaname was a student who you could certainly appreciate, cute as a button, sweetest thing on this planet. If Homura didn't exist you certainly would have pursued Madoka, but alas the jewel of your eye had manifested in someone else. As well as that the boy who Madoka clung to that blushed slightly had gotten to her first, and you were above theft. You were a man of morals after all, lusting after your students sure. But stealing a girl from a boy? You had standards.
It was that little development though that gave you a spark of hope to claim your goddess in mortal flesh. As a wizened adult you could see right through Homura's glances of indifference and see the pain and longing underneath those lavender orbs, though you dared not to gaze too long lest you be lost in their radiance. It was obvious to you that despite her aloof nature, Homura loved Madoka deeply. You weren't sure of how and why, it was a love that had built up over a seemingly impossibly long time, and she masqueraded it from all. But the scrutinising gaze of a teacher saw better than the kids she was surrounded with. As much as it hurt Homura that Madoka was happily hanging off of someone else, and a boy no less, you saw that Homura bitterly lived with it. She valued Madoka's happiness above even her own it seemed, and subsequently lived with being a cuckold, her love forever unrequited.
It was this that you planned to use as the foundation of your blossoming relationship with Homura, you would ask her to stay behind and gradually pry her open and break down her defences so she would confide in you. You would build trust between the two of you, and gradually with time, plant the seeds of something more. It was a long game you wished to play, but the prize that sat at the end of it all was worth all the riches of the world, for Homura Akemi was truly priceless.
And only you as her teacher were worthy of claiming this priceless treasure, of appreciating it for all it was worth and keeping it safe from the world in your tender grasp. Oh who were you kidding, when you eventually got through to her you would be anything but tender. You desperately willed yourself to drop this hard-on that stirred at the thoughts of the things you would do to this raven haired vixen once she took her seat. Oh how you longed to run your hands down those stocking clad legs, to spread them apart, listening to her sweet whimpers once you drew into the flower that lay between them, pure and untouched just for you and you alone. But that would have to wait, you would satisfy yourself with secret photos you took in the meantime.
That would have to wait as well, as the class representative had the kids stand, bow, and greet you good morning, which you returned in kind. You had a class to teach after all, and whilst you certainly had lustful thoughts about kids in general, and a burning passion for one in particular, you still were a teacher and a good one at that. So you would lock away your criminal mind for the time being and become the respected man people thought you were, carrying out your lessons and preparing them for the future.
And so you taught your class, writing on the digital whiteboard necessary notes, conveying the lesson to your students who noted it down on their laptops with rhythmic clicks of key strokes (Except for one girl near the back who was using a pen and paper), and sprinkling in some good and easy humour to keep your reputation as the fun teacher up, which earned you some smiles and light chuckles. The atmosphere was pleasant and the class productive, and before you knew it the day had come to an end. The bell had chimed, telling all that school had concluded, that the students of Mitakihara middle school were to go home (Except those who had after school clubs) and for the teachers to do even more work than they already had to.
As the students all stood making small talk amongst themselves and saying their goodbyes to you when they shuffled out you called to one in particular. "Oh miss Akemi, would you mind staying for a moment after class?" you said to her. Homura looked at you with a sharp gaze, suspicion in her eyes when you told her to remain, but she complied sitting back down after exchanging a glance between her three friends. And love rival.
The last few students filed out and you slid the door shut with a click. You strolled across the empty room, your shoes tapping against the collapsed desks embedded into the floor until you stood before Homura, and with a tap of your foot the desk before her rose from the floor with a quiet whine of servos. You sat in it backwards to face her, your eyes meeting hers. As usual her gaze was sharp and cold, her demeanour aloof.
"What is it you wanted, sensei?" Homura asked, polite yet curt.
"I wanted to ask you if you're alright?" you replied.
Homura actually looked surprised from that, if only a bit. "I am quite alright, but why do you care to know?" she said, suspicion in her voice, becoming guarded immediately.
You offered her the best disarming smile you could manage, making sure your true intentions were obscured best to your ability. "You're one of my students miss Akemi, believe it or not you and the others well-beings are important to me.".
She gazed at you sceptically, not saying a word with her eyes narrowed in a glare. It seems you'd have to play your hand early; "It's about Madoka Kaname isn't it?". The very moment you said that her eyes shot wide agasp, but you could see a lingering bitterness within those beautiful orbs.
"I don't know what you mean" Homura said trying to compose herself, but she looked uncertain, and that uncertainty only grew as you followed up by saying "It hurts doesn't it? I empathise, I too have lost a love. It's okay to feel sad, and if you want you can talk to me about it, I'm here to listen.".
For a moment Homura steeled herself, and you wondered if you got through to her. To your relief though, you did, the big guns being brought out having worked as she gazed down, a quieter tone and a softer look. "I... I did love her." Homura said with a forlorn sigh "I know I missed my chance with her, I should have said something. I'm supposed to be happy for her, I've spent so long trying to make her happy... and yet-" "It still hurts, and even though you want to be happy for her, you can't help but feel resentful. Betrayed even. Even though you know it's wrong to feel that way, the heart is an irrational thing..." you said, cutting her off as you laid out her emotions for her. You saw a few tears trickle down as she nodded. It was clear she truly loved Madoka, and truth be told it did make you a bit mad that the kid you were infatuated with loved another girl. That just meant you'd have to work extra hard to make her yours.
"It's okay to cry Homura, just let it out." you urged her. She nodded, taking your advice to heart as she quietly sniffled, letting her tears fall. You placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently to comfort her. For a good while she softly wept before the tears came to an end, and you offered her a handkerchief to wipe her tears.
"I know it's rough, it may even seem impossible. But Homura, you have to move on. For the sake of Madoka's happiness you have to eat that bitter pill and accept that she just can't be yours now.". Homura again nodded weakly, it was clear this was hurting her, but she seemed to be taking your words in. All she needed was someone to just spell it out and make her face the music so to speak, and she would begin the road to moving on, and a step closer to being yours.
...
Your impromptu relationship continued on with Homura, promising to keep that talk a secret. However in order to build up trust with her, every day at the end when the school bell rung you would hold her back for a short while. At first she was confused and even apprehensive that you still asked her to stay, but you explained that it was simply to keep an eye on her. She never seemed to question why you only did it to her, keeping her behind after school to talk things out.
You wagered that she simply didn't care, or pretended to overlook it all. Ultimately despite how self reliant and mature she was, despite how intelligent and reliable she seemed, Homura was still a little girl. The teenager had typical troubles that someone as stunted as her was struggling with, and the reason why she didn't protest against being held back every day and interrogated like this is just because she needed someone to talk to. Her friends just weren't enough in her eyes, she needed someone more seasoned than them. So she found solace in you and your wisdom, feeling some relief at having an adult listen to her and give sage advice since you've already been through this stretch of life. Gradually Homura was opening up, and soon little smiles graced those soft pink lips of hers, small but still there and earned. It made your heart throb at this rare and tiny expression upon her usually stoic face.
So having built up over some weeks a good deal of trust, slowly worming your way into her heart and seeming like a reliable adult to give her advice on her struggles, you decided to reveal a crucial bit of information you had tucked away. This was something of a test to see just how cooperative she was now, if you truly made progress knocking down her walls.
You would reveal that you knew of her magical girl identity, approaching a new angle of her stress. You were making a risky bet here, she might very well deny it all and build up her walls again, so you were banking that you could talk reason into her that you'd keep her secret and be someone mature who she could confide her troubles in. The magical girl troubles that she couldn't vent to any normal individual about. It had to be you, it had to be an adult.
"So Homura, I want to ask. How have you been? You seem to be feeling better over your heartbreak with Madoka Kaname, but you also seem... stressed still. Is there something you want to talk about?" You gently pressed.
Homura eyed you before saying in a dismissive tone "No, everything is fine. Just... school work." she said. Even if you hadn't known she was a magical girl that would be a bold faced lie, she was too bright and mature for simple school work to stress her out.
"Could it be your magical girl night life. It must be hard work, the daily life of middle school and the night life as a magical girl?" you said.
Homura immediately tensed, a cold sweat trickled down her temple. She reigned herself in, trying not to give herself away anymore. She lied to you saying "I don't know what you're talking about, magical girls aren't real sensei.".
You chuckled a bit at that. "It's okay Homura. Your secret is safe with me, I won't tell a single soul. You might be wondering how I know, and well it's pure coincidence. One night I was strolling back from a convenience store and saw you transform in an alley and then leap up across the rooftops. I followed you as much as I can, I was in disbelief at first but soon accepted that my student is a magical girl. Well, not just the one. I'm guessing by that ring there and the mark on your nail that Madoka, Sayaka, and Kyouko are magical girls also? Are you all a group?" You said in one go, Homura's expression shifting from horror to wariness to then a sceptical comfort, giving you the benefit of the doubt and believing your words of keeping this a secret.
"I'm telling you this because I want to be there for you, your well-being is my concern Homura, so if you're struggling and need advice..." you offered, and you could see a glimmer of hope in her eyes as she considered your words.
"I owe you an apology. I used to see you with doubt, but your reputation is well earned. It's kind of you to lend an ear." Homura said, giving you a small smile for just a moment. It was truly a beautiful and heart melting sight, but to maintain her typical stoicism the smile went as quick as it came.
"So, want to talk about it?" You said with a warmer smile. And Homura after a moment's hesitation nodded, opening her mouth to spill her troubles little by little.
Internally you grinned with triumph, Homura was opening up to you more now, and before she knew it you'd have her in your clutches, groomed into being your child wife. Just a little bit longer.
You spent the rest of the afternoon talking.
...
"Would you like to go out with me?" You asked Homura. For a moment she looked surprised, and even a little pink cheeked at your sudden proposal one after school afternoon. Before she could respond indignantly though you elaborated to mask your true intentions.
"You still seem rather stressed lately Homura. I thought a little day trip between us would help you to relax. Just walking and enjoying the sights, maybe some shopping, just to help take your mind off of school and your magical responsibilities." You said, hoping that she'd take the bait of it being a simple wholesome outing with a trusted teacher, which fortunately she did indeed bite as Homura nodded and said.
"I suppose that sounds reasonable. Then yes, it might be fun to have this little outing. This weekend?" she asked, and the two of you quickly set a time and meet up spot. You were giddy all the while, though you did a good job of hiding it. A date with Homura, this after the months of bonding and grooming, is where you'll make a move to plant the seeds of lust in her mind. Homura would be yours. After all she may be smart and mature, particularly for her age. But she was still a kid, and kids were trusting... malleable...
...
You stood there outside the gates of Mitakihara middle school, dressed in something you'd call business casual, whilst waiting for the arrival of one very special lady indeed. And before you knew it she was approaching from the distance, walking down the main path that lead to the school. She looked almost ethereal in a white frilly blouse that exposed the upper parts of her chest, and below she wore an equally as frilly black skirt down to the knees. A purse was slung over the shoulder, and in the short distance you could hear the clacking of heels upon the stone path.
She took steps halfway between an aloof stride and anxious speed-walking, clearly unable to decide if she should just get to you immediately now that the two of you spotted each other, but ultimately she took a calming breath and settled into a confident and graceful stride, her legs effortlessly carrying herself to you. She stopped just a few feet before you, running a hand through her long luscious locks of hair flicking it back before she regarded you with a small smile, looking almost sheepish.
"Hello sensei." she said, a slight warmth in her typical aloof nature.
Smiling back you said "And hello to you too Homura. That outfit is certainly something, adorable but also daring." you complimented, earning a clearing of her throat into a fist and a slight red tint to her cheeks.
"Well, a friend helped pick it out when I told them about... this." she said.
"You didn't mention it was me specifically did you?" you asked, trepidation in your mind before Homura settled your worries.
"Oh no of course not, I made sure to keep the details of this rather... vague... as you asked." Homura said politely. You smiled gratefully and then with a hand on her back you gently guided her down the street adjacent to the school towards the city centre "Well then, shall we? You need to relax from your magical girl duties, so as your teacher and confident let me spoil you today" you said.
The way Homura tensed under your touch didn't go unnoticed.
And soon enough you two were idly walking down the shops, gazing through the windows and slowly looking at what the city had to offer. Several times you had entered a store with Homura in tow idly browsing the shelves, holding clothes up against her that suited her to a T and offering to buy them for her. Though being the polite student that she was, she often turned down these offers. What also didn't go unnoticed was her reaction whenever someone mistook you for her father. Many times, no doubt because of some similar traits you shared, a store clerk would mistake you for her father, often asking Homura if she was behaving for "her daddy" or if she was "A good girl for daddy?" or just making general remarks about how cute she looked with her "daddy".
You didn't correct any of them, playing along. And each and every time they called you her daddy, your hand would go to her shoulder or upper arm, caressing it, rubbing it, squeezing her subtly. The effects were minimal, but they were the baby steps to having her be yours. Classical conditioning, you wanted her to think of you as a father figure, which you already began achieving by being an adult male she could rely on for wisdom and guidance. Now you just needed to make her associate a father with a lover, to make the word "daddy" go from being an innocent word a kid says to their parent into being a trigger for her body to heat itself up to prepare for fertilisation. You wanted to become her daddy in multiple different ways.
So that's what you did, each time people confused you for her father, just a gentle squeeze here and there to get her already sensitive body aware of the touch of an older man, your large hands brushing against her, holding her close to you, making sure your natural scent was picked up with the little touches you made her hormonal riddled body experience.
By the end of the day trip you decided to feed her, a meal on the house. She gratefully accepted it, slowly grazing at her burger, She looked downright adorable, and for a moment you forgot you were meant to be grooming this teen into being your lover as you watched this tiny little 14 year old struggle with a huge burger easily larger than her mouth, It was adorable.
In the restaurant though your advances never ended there, little things like complimenting her hair and face, making sure she knew how beautiful she was, that you wished you had a daughter just like her. As well as this you continued your touches, gentle brushings of your hands against hers, your strong masculine finger tips ghosting her soft immatute skin. And as usual whenever a staff member called you her father, you wouldn't correct her. By this point she had given up on it too, confusing feelings brewing inside of her as you began to stoke the embers of libido in this teen girl. It was still just the beginning, but judging by the blush she wore and how little she shyed away from your touches, it was going to be a quick journey to sex. She began to learn that a daddy could satisfy so much more than her throbbing teenage body initially believed, and you'd make sure to guide her through this confusing process into becoming a woman.
Soon the day was up, the burning sun hung low, and despite her current status Homura did seem to rather enjoy the trip despite your less than appropriate touches. If it bothered her though she said nothing, and you got the distinct feeling that she wouldn't tell anyone. No doubt because really you were the only adult she actually trusted. Your research lead you to discovering her parents were annoyingly rather absent. You were trying to fuck her, yet you felt her parents were the real monsters for abandoning their sickly child who was only better because she was a magical girl.
Don't worry Homura, soon you'd be a new daddy for her. One who would give her all the love she deserved.
...
Weeks went by, more time spent talking after class, more time spent going out on little platonic dates as Homura liked to justify it as, more time spent together in general. One particular date though was going to be special, you'd take her out for much longer than usual, and drug her along the way.
It started off innocently enough, with Homura walking a lot quicker towards you. The relationship you had built up was strong now, and she not only trusted your completely, but certainly had began to see you as the father figure she had been missing. This was good. She wore a long brown sleeveless dress that had frilly layers under it, and a white sleeved shirt over the dress that was unbuttoned but tied with a knot at the bottom. She wore a flowery headband and had a cute purse, the straps slung over her chest as the little bag bounced against her hip with her every step. All these "dates" had resulted in her becoming more fashionable as well, after all she wanted to impress you, to seem more mature than she actually was (Though she was already plenty mature beyond her age). Subsequently her wardrobe had been stocking up and every weekend she came at you with all sorts of exquisite outfits that made you swoon whenever you saw her first approaching you in them. Today was no different.
When she finally got to you, the two of you exchanged pleasantries, compliments about outfits which made her blush just a little yet smile, and then you offered her a water bottle. A mutual benefactor had provided you with something to finally kick this relationship into gear, a little love drug to get that fertile teen womb going. But not that fast, not yet. It was just a microdose in that bottle, and you had several more on hand. You'd slowly stoke the heat over the day until finishing outside of a certain love hotel, where she'll be unable to resist.
Homura gave a questioning look at the water bottle, appreciative of the gesture but confused on why the seal was already broken. You lied that it was a bottle you often reused, assuring her that it was washed and the water pure, you just didn't want to waste the water bottles you bought. That answer seemed to satisfy her, no doubt because she trusted you explicitly. Oh Homura, being a magical girl made you so jaded, forced you to grow up so fast. Yet your childish innocence still persisted at the worst times, well the best times at least for you.
She sipped on it, musing that it tasted better than she expected for just water, but didn't think much more on that, allowing you to lead her down the streets from the school as she sporadically nursed the water bottle. Bit by bit the drug would break her.
...
Oh how wonderful it was. You took her from shop to shop, clothing in particular, and each and every time store attendants would always confuse you for her father as usual, calling you Homura's daddy. With the drug subtly pumping through her, your touches had a greater effect on her. You made sure your touches were slower and more sensuous, gently squeezing her shoulder, rubbing her upper arm, holding her closer by a hand around her waist. Every time you were called daddy you touched her, and she began to associate the word with a pooling heat in her belly.
Then when you two ate you made sure to tamper her drink with more of the drug, just a little bit to keep the fire stoked. All the while more people calling her "Daddy's little girl" continued to enforce the image of you not only being her true father figure that she had come to associate you as, but also this arousal growing inside of her was too. Every time she heard the word "daddy" that heat swelled inside of her, and she slipped more and more into a pit of teenage lust that she couldn't even fully comprehend.
It was later when night began to fall that the two of you had come to a halt, Homura was leaning into you, face red and panting, the collective doses and conditioning fully working her up into a heat that made her grind her thighs together.
"Are you okay Homura?" You said, leaning down a bit to be close to her. You could see her breath hitch, then a shudder, eyes wide.
"I-I'm fine sensei... just... feeling a bit hot... I think I need-" but you cut her off.
"How about resting for a bit, we can do it here in fact" you said with a sly look, tugging Homura to turn and walk towards the building you indicated. A love hotel. Her eyes widened even more, looking at you with a mix of fear and desire as the pieces slowly began to click into place. You pulled her in, stopping for a moment to drop a fat stack of Yen onto the desk, the clerk at the desk nodding and sliding a key to you for a particularly special room. He only gave you a smile, a knowing look in his eyes. It wasn't the first time a little girl was brought into the hotel.
Now in the hotel, seeing the looks exchanged, it all clicked into place at last when you said to her in a low tone "Homura, let daddy take care of you" you said with a purr. Her heart throbbed with your words, and it all made sense. She realised the truth, you had groomed her. The past few months leading up to now, her body hot and aching whilst you tugged her into the depths of a love hotel. How could she not have seen it sooner, the only reason you had bothered with her was to groom her, you wanted to fuck Homura Akemi, you were a predator and she was your prey.
She wasn't sure what disgusted her more, that you were a dangerous man lusting over a child...
... or that the truth she realised of being a grooming victim excited her. As she thought about it more and more she found herself longing for what was to come. She had been corrupted, and she swallowed down some bile bubbling in her throat. She should be disappointed in herself, yet instead she felt happy, though she didn't make any effort to show it.
You soon lead her to the room you had rented, a special room typically always off limits except when esteemed gentlemen as yourself brought in a girl just a bit too young for the age of consent.
Opening it up you ushered the fourteen year old in and locked the door behind the two of you. When Homura saw the room she gawked, jaw slack. It was both disturbing but also comforting in a morbid way, the room bright and colourful, stuffed toys littering the place. There were colourful play mats on the floor, with toys and games about the place. Candy and other such confectionary were in bowls, and below the wide TV an array of kids anime on blu-ray. It was sickening to her, this was blatantly a room for predators like you to fully take advantage of young girls. It was decorated in a way to appear safe and comfortable, yet as her eyes wandered about she saw little things that strained against the faćade, handcuffs here, a dildo there. The room was hand crafted to provide a mixture of childish safety and comfort with an underlying feeling of sex, perfect for making a teen or even a preteen drop their guard and be vulnerable to the sexual assault of the older man who brought her there.
Homura saw this, saw how wrong it all was, that she was absolutely in danger like so many little girls had been before.
And it made her horny. She cursed inwardly that you had broken her so, through the long game you played of lowering her defences and warping her perception of what a father figure was meant to be, she was now a toy in your hands, and she didn't even object to this. With eyes that guiltily turned up to you, the silent question of now what in them.
"I'll go take a shower, it's been a long day after all Homura, so we should get a bit clean before we get very dirty." You said with a lecherous grin before strolling off into the shower, letting the hot water cascade down and clean the grime away. You wanted to be clean before you finally claimed the love of your life.
All the while as you bathed, Homura made herself comfortable on the bed, plush toys surrounding her creating an aura of safety and comfort juxtaposed by the overhanging threat of the violation to come. It drove Homura wild, her face red, and her core hot. She was grinding her thighs together, desperately resisting the urge to start touching herself. Trepidation was her initial feeling, but underneath that was a strong maelstrom of desire as she internally pleaded for you to hurry in the shower so you can take her already. She bit her lip, holding a whine back before she heard the shower stop and the door click open, and you stepped out mostly dry and very naked, only a small towel around your shoulders.
Homura's breath hitched and her heart thumped. At that moment, all of her brewing teen hormones exploded, and any hesitance she had was erased by the sight of your impressively sized flaccid cock. It didn't matter anymore if you were a predator and she was a minor, if you were a teacher and she was a grooming victim. In that moment her womanhood had awoken, and her body was flooded with sweet chemicals telling her every fibre to lie back and be bred. Her biological programming was telling her to her very foundations that she had to submit to this, it was in her DNA that the instant those gorgeous purple eyes locked onto your cock, she had lost.
"Tempted?" you said with a smirk, and Homura only managed a whimpering nod as she bit her lip. You strolled towards her, your cock swaying slightly, her eyes tracking the movements of it with your every step until you stood just before her. Her wide eyes were fixated on your shaft, her hot breath fanning across the length and girth making your meat twitch with a growing excitement. But not yet, you needed to have your fun first.
"I want you to get up and strip naked for me, then sit on my lap like a good girl." You said before taking your place at the head of the bed, legs crossed. Homura stood, asking "Should I not shower too?". You chuckled and shook your head "No, I want the raw female scent of you. Now come, make daddy happy, let's play." you said to her. You saw her breath quicken for just a moment when you said that magic word. You were pleased your conditioning had paid off now. Slowly, sensually, she stripped. Homura was left standing before you, covering her chest and crotch with her arm and hands before a gesture from you made her tentatively drop her limbs to her sides.
She was the goddess you dreamt of. Her body was smooth and flawless, narrow with just a hint of curves, teetering on the borders of child and teen as expected of a 14 year old. Her legs were slim, hips narrow, and lord above those succulent breasts that were little more than little mosquito bites, possibly the smallest kid you had seen that was a teenager. She was without hair on her body as well, and just a short glimpse already made your cock swell up and leak. Homura saw this, a gasp escaping those soft pink lips as well as a touch of pride underneath that her immature body made you react like this. Patting your lap you urged her to come over and sit on you, which she did, shyly climbing onto the bet and crawling over before she lifted herself up and sat her cute little butt onto your crotch, back to your chest, with your large throbbing mast between her legs and pressing against her pussy.
"How about a little entertainment whilst we play?" you said, a purr in her ear. You hit the TV remote and the screen opposite the bed glowed into life, a children's anime playing on it. Homura recognised it, something from years ago she watched as a little girl. It made her feel nostalgic, remembering simpler and safer times when she was a carefree preteen. It was comforting. However that sensation was soon twisted into perversity when you began to touch her.
"Hands up now, around my neck" you commanded her. Obediently Homura complied, lifting her arms behind her and wrapping them around your neck, leaving herself exposed and vulnerable. You grinned, whispering into her ears with your deep husky masculine voice "Good girl... you're such a good girl Homura... Daddy is so happy with you..." You could easily tell your words had an extreme effect on her going by how her pussy leaked over the base of your cock.
Gently you placed your hands on the underside of her upper arms, slowly gliding down to her armpits, then to the sides of her chest. She was small enough that your hands could comfortable wrap around and squeeze either side of her chest, her slim torso fitting neatly into your hands. You melted a little bit there and then, goodness she was just so soft in your grasp, this was heavenly. You ceased your squeezing to slowly trail your fingers from the sides of her chest across to the front of her body, your fingers rubbing circles on her nipples. Homura let out tantalising moans that she tried to stifle, so you said "Now now, there's no need to be so shy, come now let it out, don't hold back sweetheart~". She turned back slightly to look at you, staring at you with eyes between lustful and apprehensive. Then she nodded.
Her gaze settled back onto the kids show playing on the TV, a little smile gracing her lips. Your caresses went to gentle flicks, your index fingers toying with the rosy nubs of her nipples, drawing a needy whine from her throat. She was beginning to let herself enjoy your intimacy, her pussy swelling with a burning libido, feeling safe and loved in this child's play room as you molested her. You nibbled on her ear whilst still teasing cries of bliss out of her with the peaks of her small breasts, that was until you heard her say in a little voice. "Please, do more... I can't take the teasing...".
"What more do you want me to do, Homura? Tell me... tell daddy what you want..." you said with a possessive tone.
"I want you to... to... please..." she panted.
"Please what? Say it..." you practically growled into her ear, and then like the sweetest music to grace your ears, she cried out. Arching her back, rubbing her pussy on your shaft, her head thrown back as she cried out.
"Please daddy! Fuck me, I need your cock! Fuck your little princess, I don't need anything else, just your thick daddy cock!"
You grinned wider than you had before, nestling your chin on her shoulder, breathing the scent of the nape of her neck you pressed a kiss to her smooth skin, saying "Good girl, daddy is proud of you for being honest. And because you were such a good girl being so honest, I'll give you what you want. But be warned, when I go in I won't pull out..."
She looked at you with surprise, her heart racing at the implications. "You mean...?"
"Yes, Homura. You're getting knocked up. I'm sure you won't mind being daddy's baby mama?" you said, and to your delight she nodded, a shaky but needy grin on her face, lust taking over her mind and any sense of rationality leaving her usually sharp mature mind. Before, Homura was a girl who despite her young age had a sharp mind and maturity beyond her years, but now... now she was just a little girl in your arms who craved your cock. And you were going to give it to her.
You turned her in your lap, her gaze moved from the TV to your eyes now with her facing you. You reached behind you to grab a particularly fluffy teddy bear and pressed it to her chest, which she gratefully wrapped her arms around as you held her in your embrace, snuggling her face to the back of the bear, gazing up at you innocently. It was truly like she was a little girl again in your lap, not the cynical magical girl she was forced to become. Your hands large and firm trailed down her back before grasping her small shapely rear in your palms, like her breasts her cheeks were perky but modest, but still you lifted her up and positioned her sopping wet cunny over the tip of your sizeable manhood.
Then you slowly lowered her down, the lips of her teen pussy soaking with arousal parting to wrap around your cock head. Inch by inch she sunk down, letting out soft throaty moans into the teddy bear she held. Gods she was tight, so tight and soft, so velvety and moist. It was blissful feeling the tight wet bumpy walls of her pussy squeezing every inch of your hard thick phallus, drawing moans from both of your lips. Soon enough you were hilted inside of her, her cunny stretched against your crotch. Your cock was leaving a distinct bulge through her slim belly, and Homura looked so happy at the sensation, mumbling as she kept the teddy bear close to her "Daddy's so big inside of me...".
"And you're so tight Homura, such a good girl. You're everything I dreamt of, my good little girl..." you said with a seductive growl, and before she could utter another word you dug your fingers into her soft pale smooth rear and began to lift her up and down, bouncing her in your lip, on your cock, pistoning her cunny on your cock. A melody of soft squelching noises rung out in the childish atmosphere of this predators play pen, the wet slaps of her ass onto your lap accompanied by a backing track of the tv show in the background, a chorus of your mutual moans bouncing off the walls.
The two of you were starting to grow sweaty, the rank stench of sex and bodily secretions filling the air, your nostrils assaulted by the wonderful aroma of her teenage hormones going into overdrive as her body begged to be bred. Her pussy trembled around your cock, clenching and squeezing to milk you for your seed to fertilise her womb. She dropped the teddy bear, with it getting wedged between your bodies and getting soaked in your juices.
"You like this Homura? You're daddy's good girl aren't you? Yeah you love it when I say that. You say it too Homura, call me daddy~".
"Daddy~! Yes I love you daddy~! Playtime is so much fun, keep fucking me daddy~!" Homura cried out loudly, her hair growing matted with sweat as it stuck to her slick body. She lifted her arms up and placed her hands behind her head, allowing you to dive in and get a smell of her smooth teen armpits. You pressed your nose right into the creases of her underarms, taking in deep sniffs to memorise the scent of teen sweat and body odour before darting your tongue out to lick the salty sweat that was concentrated around her pits. It was so delicious, the pungent smell of sex and sweat a wonderful aroma that you'd bottle if you could.
Homura gazed intensely at you, love in her eyes, utter adoration. "I hope you like my smell daddy, go ahead, keep sniffing me~" she urged you, one of her dainty hands stroking the back of your head.
Then you shifted your position to push her down onto her back, crushing her small body underneath your adult frame. It was then that Homura noticed the large mirror hanging on the ceiling above her, and she could see exactly what had become of her. Sweaty, sticky, and in love. She saw a victim of grooming and child abuse, a teenage girl who had been taken advantage of by her teacher, an older man who twisted the trust she had in him and perverted her perception of what a father figure was meant to be. And she thought she was the luckiest girl in the world as a result, nothing would make her happier than her new daddy fucking her as he was now. This was heaven to Homura Akemi, she didn't need anything more as she smiled euphorically at herself in the mirror above, even her love for Madoka Kaname had been whittled away by every brutal thrust of your thick manly cock.
You kept slamming your cock down into her tight pussy, so soft and velvety, it was a wonderful experience the sensation of digging your cock deep into the cunny of a middle schooler who was barely into puberty, her tiny breasts rubbing against your chest. Up and down, in and out, your balls heaved and churned with a growing release. "You want daddy's cummies, Homura? You want daddy to knock you up?" You growled into her ear.
All you got from Homura was a desperate nod, her eyes lovestruck. She was ovulating right now, and it was time to fertilise those eggs. Before she could say anything you smashed your lips against hers in one of the acts you wanted to do since the moment you saw her, your lips mashing and intertwining against hers in a messy sloppy kiss of lust. The joined sensations of her pussy clenching around your cock and your lips tightly pressed against each other finally drew an orgasm from the both of you. Moaning throatily into each other's oral cavities you slammed down just a few last times as your balls tightened and your cock throbbed and bulged with thick gooey spurts of potent white cum, the sticky seed of life blasting her womb with the potential of life. Homura's eyes rolled back in their sockets, her quivering teen pussy soaked your crotch and the sheets below in her feminine juices, her back arching as her chest was pressed against yours. This was happiness, just a father and a daughter expressing their love for each other. Her arms wrapped around your neck, her legs wrapped around your waist, you were locked in tight making your pounds shallow but not at all less blissful. Instinctively her body submitted and kept you inside to guarantee a baby, her fertile teen womb knowing exactly what it wanted from you, and you were more than happy to give your little princess this gift.
Finally the kiss was broken, the both of you panting heavily to catch your breath, your cock softening after you blew the fattest load you ever had in your life, the phallus slipping out of her thoroughly stretched and fertilised pussy which began to leak sticky globs of seed. You collapsed on top of Homura, exhausted. The both of you were drenched in sweat, the sheets below stained with the proof of your love. The children's anime still played in the background, keeping the atmosphere comfortable despite the brutal baby making sex Homura just experienced. Though quickly you felt the arms that were once wrapped around your neck now slap feebly at your body.
"Daddy... you're... heavy..." she gasped, smothered under your weight.
Quickly you scooched off of her, now resting beside her with an arm draped over her chest. "Oh, sorry baby. Are you okay?" you asked, caressing her cheek which she happily nuzzled into, saying in a voice oozing with pure adoration.
"I'm more than okay, daddy. I feel amazing~" she purred, one hand rubbing her lower abdomen where she could practically feel her eggs becoming fertilised and turning into fresh life. Yes, this was happiness.
...
Madoka had gone to Homura's house, worried for her friend. Homura had stopped appearing in class recently, and lately had been missing out on hunts for Wraiths all together, giving empty excuses on why she couldn't come. It was suspicious to all, thusly Madoka put it upon herself to personally check up on Homura, however when she went to her home it was empty to her shock. Then in an even greater twist, she learned Homura had since moved in with their mutual teacher.
Which lead Madoka to your door, where after knocking firmly on it Homura opened it up, greeting her former love interest with warmth. "Oh, hello Madoka, what a lovely surprise to see you here." Homura said in her cool mature tone, though it was lacking the typical jaded aloofness and instead held a soft pleasantness to it. It was quite a surprising turn from how Homura usually was, but what took Madoka aback was what she saw looking down. Homura wore a white sundress to make the large swollen belly easier to live with. It didn't take long for Madoka to put the pieces together.
"Homura... is... is that...?" she asked quietly, then seeing you appear behind Homura at the door, a hand on her shoulder, a hand with a ring on it. Homura placed her left hand over yours, a matching ring on her own finger. Her other hand went to her belly which she looked down at with a motherly warmth, gently rubbing circles on it.
"Yes Madoka, it's what you think. I'm going to have a baby soon. Daddy here was kind enough to knock me up, I'm going to be his princess momma, isn't that wonderful?" Homura said, a blissful look upon her flawless face.
For a moment you were worried Madoka would run, she would tell everyone the truth, and Homura was prepared to transform and take action even against her friend if it meant preserving your relationship. However to your total disbelief Madoka instead wore the widest grin you had ever seen, genuine joy upon her face.
"Oh Homura that's wonderful! Congratulations on the baby! I had no idea that Sensei- I mean, your dad had this kind of relationship with you. I just came to check on you because we were all worried when you stopped showing up, but I'll just let the girls know everything is fine and that you're just having a baby. Oh we have to celebrate this, this is wonderful~!" Madoka gushed over your daughter-girlfriend's child-to-be.
Boy, this pinkette was a real freak.
Not that you were complaining of course.
With a smile you let Madoka in to your home as you prepared snacks for the two so they could catch up, as friends do. Finally your hard work paid off, Homura was yours, and you would love her every single moment you had her.