His Perfect Daughter

Chapter 8

*Ironically, this is the shortest chapter so far.

"What's wrong me?" Niklaus sighed. "Why am I failing to keep my daughter from repeating the cycle?" "Was it supposed to be like this?" He questioned out loud. "I don't understand what I did wrong to the point where Hope even thought about the act of kissing me." And then doing exactly that. Not mention everything else that came afterwards. I don't want to ruin and exploit Hope the way Esther...He shook his head. Now is not the time for memory lane, especially those kind. He rubbed his temples.

He looked back at the rotting corpses of the two blondes he had yesterday. Someone will fetch for them as usual. He stood up, got dressed, and vamped back home. To his home. Where she was. His Hope.

In a flash, Niklaus entered Hope's room, relieved she was asleep. Hope was shivering so he went to get a blanket for her. But before he covered her with the blanket, he noticed she was wearing the same clothes as yesterday minus panties. I tore those. He remembered, licking his lips. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't leave his daughter like that, so he decided he'd do it. He'd change her clothes. I'm changing her clothes. That's it. He kept repeating to himself as he walked over to her closet.

Unbeknownst to him, Hope woke up as soon as she heard her father enter her room. I think he's going to change my clothes. At least I know he's still willing to touch me. Well, I'm not going to ruin this, but I'm also not going to help neither. Hope smirked, watching her father pick her clothes out from her closet. Oh crap. He's coming back. She turned around towards him, with her eyes closed.

Don't make this harder than it is. Niklaus told himself, grabbing a white night gown and same color panties; leaning over Hope. I apologize, love. But I'd rather not risk anything. He expressed as he got cut through her tank top with scissors and unhooked her bra, removing them. He stared at those beautiful perky and sensitive breasts he remembered toying with. Shaking those thoughts away, Niklaus got the night gown and slid it from her legs up, putting her arms inside the holes. He then cut through her shorts, but paused afterwards when he realized...he could see Hope's exposed pussy. Delicious is what immediately came mind the first time he saw it and it was no different this time. Oh, how much he wanted to devour her and jam his thick cock in her willing pussy; taking her right then and there and filling her womb. He couldn't help but take in the intoxicating scent of her virgin pussy, luring out the wolf within him to mate her. Once again shaking his thoughts away, Niklaus placed her shorts on the bed and slowly fit her into her panties. Done. No more. He thought as he let out a sigh. Harder than I thought. I need a drink. He vamped to the living-room and grabbed a few bottles of bourbon.

Hope grinned from ear to ear at her father's inner battle and turmoil with himself. It's so obvious. I kinda feel sorry for him. But then I don't because he keeps being so stubborn. Psh. Hope scoffed as she sat up on her bed and glanced at the clock, 5:00am it read. As much as I'd love to go down there and set my next plan in motion, I really need another nap. Hope yawned, falling back on her bed and closing her eyes shut. I'm just glad he's back. She smiled before she succumbed to sleep.