"Hehe, I knew you were good with the staff, Mr. Divine Blade... or should I say My Dear Father?"

The girl who was sitting atop of the much older man in his late 40s was indeed his adopted daughter and while her moist heart of her femininity gently, but tightly wrapped around his erect shaft felt nothing less than angelic, she was indeed an angel... an Angel of Slaughter.

"What is the meaning of this, Renne? Is that one of your games? I certainly didn't raise you like this when my daughter decided to adopt you into the family... young lady."

Even though the man didn't let it show, he was caught completely off guard when he awoke in that extremely... unexpected position. The sweet fragrance of a young girl in heat and a humid sensation on his crotch greeted him this morning and he had a hard time making heads or tails of what was going on... and what led his daughter to this... inappropriate behaviour. Was it her way of acting rebellious toward her father? She's surely in that age now... "Nonsense." corrected the man his prior line of thought, "Renne's an ex-Enforcer, not my tomboyish other daughter. Not that Estelle would do something like this in the first place." Before the man could verbalize another inquiry the girl mischievously pointed her finger at him as if she were scolding a child.

"This is no way of treating your sweet daughter who wants to give you a little thank you for all those years of hard work... daddy."

Only then did he realize how utterly alluring her radiantly blushing face looked to him at this very instant. Various shades of red made her adorably cute face look like it was glowing, like it was emitting heat and little droplets of sweat adorned her cheeks like beautiful pearls. That spectacle made his member, which was tightly stimulated by her walls of warm, sinful flesh twitch uncontrollably. Upon that involuntary reaction of his body he shook his head as if to free himself from a spell that was cast on him.

"Renne! I demand an explanation, young lady. What did you do to my body? Did you drug me? Is this one of Weissman's mind control techniques you've learned during your time with the Soceity? I demand an explanation."

The man asked with a voice that was equally that of a stern father reprimanding his daughter as it was that of a skilled military general who was trying to force an enemy into submission.

"My, my... daddy. Don't be stupid... hehe... See, my body was changed by a certain cult to have that effect."

A shock ran through Cassius Bright. He knew of the inhumane experiments Renne was subjected to from early childhood as he was one of the Bracers who was in charge of the operation to crush the D:G Cult and free their innocent victims. Yet this didn't explain why he found himself in this particular situation right now.

The girl now started to move her hips up and down in a slow, elegant motion which made his fully erect, almost bursting member feel like it was gently massaged within the seductive angel's warm body. Her girlish juices of lust which covered his penis like a transparent, sticky membrane gushed out whenever that skillful motion reached its apex, slowly dripping down his shaft, before her sinful crevice lowered itself on his crotch again. That ecstatic interplay of up-and-down repeated itself for what felt like an eternity. Sometimes her young body leaned back or forward, in turn moving his shaft within her moist and warm crotch into various positions... all the while her hands held on to his chest, slightly putting pressure onto it... but to Cassius it didn't feel like pressure, like a weight at all. She was merely keeping her body steady during her sinful act of love... as if to symbolize that he's the one who she could hold on to, could rely on in her hour of need. He totally saw through her. That skilled seductress in front of him is indeed a young and shy girl at heart who visited him because he was the only one she could trust.

"See, daddy, not only did the cult experiment on me, you surely know of the experiments I had to endure to make me compatible with Pater Mater... Ahhh..."

Upon that sentence she moaned softly while closing her eyes. The small tears in the corners of her eyelids made her blissful expression all the more alluring. But at the same time he saw a deeply seated sadness within those tears. Surely Cassius also knew of the sync experiments she had to endure when she was with the Society, he knew she was the only candidate that was able to sync with the first of the Gordias-class war machines...

With that thought and the realization of how cute she appeared to him, his hands reached out to her alluring behind and grabbed it as tightly as he could. He didn't care if his libido was stimulated due to her specially adjusted and modified body which was manipulating and enchanting his mind or if him feeling such strong desire toward that purple haired angel was how he really felt within his heart. He just knew that he wanted to hold on to her, to not let this warmth which currently flooded his entire nervous system go... and what he desired above all else was to let his daughter know how he felt. So he pressed her hip down strongly with the sole intent to reach as deeply into her womb as possible, as if his entire body turned into an extension of his lust, he felt the strong urge to pierce the core of that girl, to invade her heart with all of his passion. This made the young girl burst out in an equally passionate moan. And then the seductive angel lowered her face toward his own and kissed him deeply, her tongue stabbed into his mouth like a serpent attacking its prey. As if she was a wild animal starving for love, she played with the middle aged Bracer's tongue in his mouth, all the while letting little moans escape her cute lips... and mixed in those cute moans were soft words that electrocuted Cassius' mind like a spark of Orbal energy:

"Daddy... daddy..."

Those cute words and her sweet humid breath which propagated her deep desire for him were like oil that further ignited his desire. The flame of his libido consumed him like the sinful fires of Gehenna, it was like a battle between his calm calculating intellect which made him the general that ended the Hundred Days War and a more animalistic part of him... And right now that animalistic part within him was having the upper hand, fully subjugating the man that he once was...

But he didn't care anymore, all he wanted was to make his daughter receive his lust and receive her lust in turn. Their bodies entwined, they fully embraced each other's desire while their tongues coiled around each other like two snakes. His lower body still trying to push his member deeper and deeper into the girl, his hands desperately grasped her backside above her hip as if they turned into wild animals on their own, trying to hold on to every bit of the girl's warmth. The girl's temple of desire tightened more and more around the man's shaft as if it wanted to suck out the last drops of his self control... and right before she realized that the man was almost at the point where she wanted him, she released his lips and softly exclaimed to her adopted father with an expression full of love and trust, words for the man who loves her as dearly:

"... but you know daddy... since my body was synced to Pater Mater so intimately my entire body was totally thrown out off balance when Pater Mater died. I was able to keep myself steady and under control over the last couple of years, but I can't anymore."

That somehow calmed his animalistic urges that were completely in control of him a moment ago. That somehow also made him regain part of his self control as he reflected upon what he did just now. But instead of using that opportunity and fighting back, what he saw in her face made him realize that she's not a ruthless enemy, but a fragile girl who endured more than anyone deserved in her short life until now. It were indeed tears that were streaming down her angelic face... A continuous stream of her sadness and self loathing. It wasn't the expression of a demon that wants to devour him but that of his daughter who feels guilty about what she felt she had to do. He gently released one of his hands, that was still grabbing her back and softly tried wipe away her tears but they wouldn't stop. They fell on his own cheeks like a hard rain than was representing all of the young girl's painful memories. He tenderly caressed the girl's right cheek and started to speak softly in a tone that was that of a caring father:

"Renne, you don't need to carry all of that pain alone. I love you unconditionally. You know that! So don't feel guilty about what you must do. I trust you that whatever you do won't hurt me. I love you Renne!"

The stream of tears didn't stop while the man's rough hands were caressing her cheeks tenderly, but a smile appeared on her face again as she understood that no matter what she did, her new father doesn't see her as a monster, she wasn't the Angel of Slaughter in his eyes, but just a normal girl.

So she now gently leaned toward his ear as if to bestow a secret upon him. He felt her humid breath tickling his ear, propagating ripples of her lust and passion through the short gap between his earlobe and her succulent glistening lips. And as if that short gap was the only thing separating their souls during this intimate union, he felt a coalescence of boundless fear and limitless joy welling up from the depths of his heart, like the primal fear and ecstasy that comes from the loss of one's self. And then she started to tenderly whisper into his ear words that would turn the man with nearly endless self restraint into a wild beast that is only driven by his desire and lust, but above all else, love for his adopted daughter:

"I need someone to connect with again... let our bodies and hearts melt into one, daddy... BE MY NEW PATER-MATER!"