Princess was in bed, her head on Daddy's chest, his swollen, constantly leaking cock in her delicate hand. Daddy was still awake, moaning pleasantly, his desire soothing her. She whispered in Romanian "I love you, my darling Daddy", and drifted off to sleep, Daddy's cock between her tender palms.

He was in Princess' dreams again, this time, they were in Dr. Monique's examination room. The creature that called himself Lascivious. He was in her thoughts as she strapped her Daddy down fully, hips and wrists, his ankles in the stirrups. Every time he entered her head she saw him more clearly, and now she could feel the heat, the unnatural heat, emanating from his body. It felt as hot as the steamy baths she made Daddy give her.

She could even smell him this time, musky and masculine. She saw his muscular, reddish brown body manifest itself on her Daddy's body, just for a moment, then it was hazy over him. She could see Daddy perfectly, but also she could see the demon that had come into her dreams, superimposed on her Daddy, transparent yet visible when she chose to see it. She looked at the creature's cock, it was even longer and thicker than her Daddy's!

The demon, if that's what Lascivious was, looked like a man, except for his unusual rusty coloration. His scent smote her, rich with pheromones and even an opiate, and Princess felt herself swooning, and felt her pussy moistening. She began to stroke her Daddy, up and down his cock, returning him to the edge of orgasm, before spreading her hand and taking Lascivious' cock and stroking that.

Daddy looked down, seeing Princess' hand stroking a constant half inch or so from his cock on all sides, steadily moving up and down. How was this even possible? He watched in horror, needing that hand, his restrained hips trying to buck, but it was useless, she wasn't touching him. He cried out in anguish as he felt the air movements from her hand only.

Dr. Monique's sultry voice came from behind Daddy's head. "You see him, don't you, Princess?" Her thickly accented English was perfectly clear to Princess, of course. Daddy now looked down and saw him too, and was terrified, but as soon as he opened his mouth to scream, Dr. Monique forced one of her breasts into his mouth, gagging him completely. Daddy and Lascivious sucked her nipple together, and she sighed.

The voluptuous doctor switched to Romanian, lacking the proper words in English. "Lascivious is my lover, cursed into an alternate dimension. He needs someone to bring him back to me, something I cannot do! So many lovely girls have tried to give him the release he needs, the orgasm that will bring him back to our world. We both hope that perhaps you will succeed where all others have failed."

Princess' mouth fell open as she stroked him, still narrowly missing Daddy's needy cock. She could feel Lascivious swelling, even hear his delighted moans, and she stroked faster, trying to grant him that magical orgasm, but as he was about to explode, he became less corporeal, and she was stroking Daddy again. The demon and Dr. Monique looked crestfallen, and moaned in despair, and Princess was forced to slow her hand movements to deny her Daddy's release. Everyone but Daddy knew they would try again, and again, but he merely whimpered and writhed on the table, tears streaming down his face as he begged for release.

"As your sexuality continues to grow, Princess, you will gain the power to release him", Dr. Monique told her. Princess nodded, determined to do whatever it took to help her mentor and her lover from a century and a half ago. Princess awakened then, her hands having stroked her Daddy's cock furiously during the dream. She stopped what she was doing just in time to avoid giving Daddy his orgasm, and ran to her room to call Dr. Monique as Daddy begged for release, still strapped to the bed, tears streaming down his cheeks, in just the same state he was in her vivid dream.

The doctor had been expecting her call, and confirmed the veracity of the dream. Monique told the story of their love, her voice sometimes choked with emotion, something even Princess had never heard before.

"He was from the richest family of the village, I the poorest." She painted a picture of their world, a hamlet in the Romanian high mountains, clean mountain air, glorious raw natural beauty. "It was not a possible arranged marriage, but we saw each other, and we were instantly, hopelessly in love. He was 41, and I was 11."

"That's how old I am! And Daddy too!", Princess said. She was listening raptly to every word the doctor spoke, riveted on the story of long ago love. In her mind, the young girl was her, and her suitor was her darling Daddy.

"In fact, his family was of royal blood, and he was something of a prince. I was from peasant stock, myself, but none of that mattered when we met for our secret trysts", Dr Monique continued. Her voice was wistful as she described their love, their union, their joyous sexual encounters, but of course they could not wed.

"Eventually, we were discovered, and my beloved Lasco was turned into the creature you met in your dreams as punishment for his indiscretions." She paused, leaving Princess wondering if she was still on the line. Finally, she continued. "There is something you must know, Princess. You are my descendant, and that of Lascivious. It is no accident that you are called Princess, as that is precisely what you are!"

"I'm a real princess? Like in a fairy tale?" Her mind went to images of charming castles and lovely damsels in distress. "Gosh!"

"A real princess", Dr. Monique confirmed. "That is why you are able to become like me, an immortal. I sought the secret of eternal youth in order to await the return of my Lasco, as long as it may take. Princess, you must help me get him back!"

"I'll do anything! But what about Daddy?", Princess asked. Then, remembering, "Oh no, I left him strapped down all this time!"

"Go free him, Princess. Lascivious' magic needs time to recharge, and he won't be ready to try to possess your Daddy again for another couple of days. You have an appointment on Wednesday, just be sure your Daddy comes with you this time, as we need his body for the spell to bring my love back to me. And no matter what, no more releases for him! The more frustrated he is, the better the chance of the spell working!" They hung up, and Princess returned to her Daddy and freed him finally, although he seemed none too pleased with having been restrained and left alone. Her apologies were profuse enough to mollify him, but her mind was already on the Wednesday appointment.

Princess had three days to tease her Daddy before the appointment. She loved Sundays with Daddy, their special day reserved exclusively for each other, and she was determined to make this one count! He was in his fitful sleep when she awakened, and she began whispering the ancient gypsy spell in his ear, the one that inflamed his desire for her. Every morning she cast this spell on her Daddy, and the effect was cumulative, increasing daily. She watched his cock quivering in his sleep, and knew the spell was working, so she slid lightly down his body to engulf his swollen tip in her hot mouth, her tiny tongue teasing the little hole in the cockhead, seeking Daddy's precum, her magical youth-giving elixir.

She didn't want Daddy awake just yet, preferring the quiet of the moans of his uncomfortable sleep to the loud ones when he was awake, at least for the moment. Her small hands cupped his swollen balls, feeling their heft, their need, and she smiled around Daddy's leaking tip. She began the loving massage of his testicles, her thumbs stroking them tenderly. She needed to fill Daddy more than ever before, and she loved her task, loved the feel of Daddy's pulsating cock, of his active, churning balls. She loved everything about teasing her Daddy, how attentive he was when he was so aroused, how he couldn't stop touching and caressing her. She felt complete when Daddy was in an agony of lust for her.

"This morning, I'm teasing for Dr. Monique and Lasco too!", she thought to herself, swirling her tongue around Daddy's tip, tasting two, three more drops. She began to jack his shaft lightly with one hand, her other still caressing his balls as she nursed on his cockhead softly. Daddy moaned and whimpered in his sleep, doubtless dreaming of a release that even his dream self knew wasn't coming. She felt him approaching his orgasm, and stopped to wet his shaft completely with her tongue, then squeezed his balls to awaken her Daddy for the day's torment.

"Oh God!", he said as he awoke, and felt the cooling effect of Princess' evaporating saliva on his shaft, making him tingle and shiver with agonized delight. He looked down in a mix of horror and wonder at the state of his penis, the deep purples that predominated the skin coloration now. It looked gigantic to him, as Princess had added two inches to his length and easily an inch of girth with her teasing ways.

"Good morning, Daddy!", Princess said, and moved on top of him, their bodies pressed together as she kissed him sweetly. "Did you sleep well?"

"Morning, Princess. Not too bad last night, for a change, thank you." Everything was relative, his sporadic sleep amounted to less than two hours total most nights, but Princess let him sleep almost four.

He ran his hands up her sides, feeling the thin pink nightie, made of the finest of silk and lace, and looked into her deep brown eyes, seeing the golden flecks in them that made him melt inside. She stroked his cheek with her pointer, the long fingernail painted in a leopard print.

"Daddy?" He knew that tone in her voice all too well. She wanted something, and that usually meant his cock was going to be tormented mercilessly all day. He dreaded and loved such days, the pleasure and frustration combining to overwhelm his mind and body.

"Yes baby?" He looked at her face, free of makeup, but no less stunning. Her beauty was a combination of young innocence and Old World seductiveness. Every time he saw her, he was smitten anew by his irresistible little girl. His heart fluttered in his chest when she flashed her precious smile.

"I need you in my bottom today. Lick me first." He grinned, as he loved licking his Princess, loved returning some of the pleasure that she gave to him. He moved them both into position, her on her back, his face between her sleek, spread thighs, her hips rolled up somewhat so Daddy could get at her anus easily. He swirled his tongue around her impossibly tight, puckered rosebud. Her gasps and whimpers encouraged him, and his tongue tip probed the center, pushing inside.

She pushed her hips toward his face, needing his strong tongue deeper. Daddy looked up without pausing with his tongue, and saw the pleased smile on her face, mixed with frequent looks of intense pleasure seeming to come over her in waves. He began plunging his tongue deep and withdrawing it, slowly at first, but at an ever increasing pace. Her long fingernails clawed softly in his hair, holding him where she wanted him, and she began thrusting her hips at her Daddy's mouth, her movements increasing in frequency at the same rate Daddy's tongue was speeding up its plunges so deep inside her.

"Faster, Daddy!", she cried.

He hurried to comply, his tongue in and out of her as rapidly as he could manage, while continuing to probe deep inside her. She sighed blissfully as her wondrously tight channel began to relax and stretch. "The lube, Daddy. Hurry!" She had never felt so aroused before, and it showed in her voice, throatier and more mature than normal. He rushed to fulfill her request, remembering the tube of the medicated lubricant under the pillow, the stuff that meant he would soon be inside her. He never knew her budding magical abilities made him forget it after each use.

Daddy eagerly lubed three fingers of his right hand, but started with only two, fighting his desire to push them inside her right away. He eased those digits between the small but perfectly rounded half globes of her ass, her skin breathtakingly soft. "Very deep this time, Daddy", she instructed, and his fingers delved further. He twisted them left and right, slowly stretching her until the narcotic in the lube let her relax inside, and she sighed in pleasure. He added the third finger and stretched her tiny, elastic entrance even more.

"I'm ready, Daddy. Lie on your back."

"Not the straps, baby, please!", he begged.

"Daddy!" There was that tone again, the one he knew better than to argue with. He got into position for her, his cock pulsating in anticipation. She fastened the two straps, one over his upper thighs, the other over his lower abdomen, tightening them to prevent his thrusting up into her. She smiled at him, looking through slitted eyes. She straddled him on her knees and kissed him deeply, his needy cock desperately quivering, aching for contact. The kiss lasted a long time, and then princess kneeled upright, taking his hugely swollen shaft into her tiny soft hand. She circled his cock around the entrance to her bottom, moving closer and closer to the center, as Daddy squirmed as best he could. The necessity of the straps at times like this was obvious; Daddy was out of control, and a hard thrust might hurt his Princess, something he just couldn't risk.

"Please! I need it inside now, baby!" His voice was a combination of a whine and a whimper, the tone Princess loved to hear. She shushed him with a finger on his lips, and continued her tease a bit longer, before finally holding his shaft firmly and sliding agonizingly slowly down it. Daddy's eyes were closed tightly, his head moving left and right, every muscle taut as her tiny body began to engulf his enormous cock. He could feel the tender flesh spreading for him, stroking over his tip as it yielded to the advance of his rampant cock.

She was so tight that the lube, while making her slippery, didn't cut the sensation at all on Daddy's rod. In the state he was in, it would be all over soon, as there was no way he could hold back his orgasm, even if he cared to try to do so. But princess could handle that! She slid down his bulging, veiny cock slowly, until she sat on his lap, fully impaled. She took a deep breath, and began to chant in Romanian.

She moved her hips in rhythm to the chant, shifting side to side, forward and back, and around in a circle, with Daddy completely buried in her. His moans punctuated the dance as she moved. Only the power of her chant prevented him exploding into a savage orgasm, but that power was enough. He felt as though he was beyond orgasm, which, in a sense he was. His body was overloading with pleasure, seemingly enhanced by the tremendous frustration, the agonizing ache in his obscenely swollen balls that lay under her warm, rounded ass.

"God Princess!", he cried out, "Help me!"

She couldn't comfort him, she had to keep chanting, lest Daddy achieve a release that she had to deny him. Her dance got more intricate as it continued, incorporating up and down movements with the shifts and circles of her hips. He tried desperately to pump, to fire his huge load deep inside her, but he could do neither. He cried out incoherently and convulsed on the bed, in a torture of pleasure, lust, and desire, as the dance went on and on. Princess twisted left and right, and squeezed her Daddy's cock with her core muscles as he throbbed deep within her supertight ass. She rolled her belly in waves, and Daddy moaned in tortured delight.

The dance took an equal toll on Princess, in its way. The movements were tiring her quickly, even as Daddy's cock pleasured her deep inside. But most of the drain was on her magic, the continuous chant was sapping her power. She began to lift off of him slowly, and he cried out in agony when his tip exited. She collapsed on top of him, panting, her little ass a scant half inch from his cockhead, and slept while Daddy whimpered, trying anything to get back inside her so he could get the relief he needed. It was useless, she was just out of reach. He cried softly as he held her to his chest.