My name is David. I’m 42 years old, divorced, and I live alone in a big house in Seattle. My daughter, Emma, is 20 years old and has been obsessed with cosplay since she was a teenager.
This year, she decided to cosplay as She-Ra — the tall, powerful, blonde warrior princess from the reboot series. When she showed me the finished costume in our living room, I was completely stunned.
Emma looked incredible.
The costume was extremely revealing. A tight white and gold crop top that barely contained her full C-cup breasts, a short red skirt that showed off her long toned legs, golden thigh-high boots, and a flowing red cape. She even wore the iconic headpiece with the wings. At 5’9″ with an athletic body from years of gymnastics, she looked like a real-life She-Ra.
“Dad… what do you think?” she asked, spinning around. The skirt flared up, giving me a dangerous view of her white panties.
I swallowed hard. “You look… amazing, sweetheart.”
That night, something shifted between us.
The Convention Afterparty
Emma had just come back from a big anime convention. She won “Best in Show” for her She-Ra cosplay. She was still in full costume when she got home at 11 PM, buzzing with excitement and a little drunk.
“Dad, you should’ve seen how many guys wanted pictures with me,” she giggled, collapsing on the couch.
I sat beside her. The tight costume hugged every curve of her young body. Her breasts were practically spilling out.
“You really do look like a princess,” I said, my voice lower than usual.
Emma bit her lip and looked at me differently. The alcohol had made her bold.
“Would you like to be my Prince Charming tonight, Daddy?”
The air became thick with tension.
Before I could answer, she climbed onto my lap, straddling me. Her short skirt rode up completely, her panty-covered pussy pressing against my rapidly hardening cock.
“Emma… we can’t,” I whispered, even as my hands gripped her hips.
“But you want to,” she whispered back, grinding slowly. “I’ve seen how you look at me when I cosplay.”
She kissed me.
It was soft at first, then hungry. I lost control. I grabbed her ass with both hands and kissed my own daughter like a man possessed. She moaned into my mouth as she dry-humped me.
Emma pulled back, breathing heavily.
“I want you to fuck me while I’m still in my She-Ra costume, Daddy.”
The Forbidden Fuck
I carried her to my bedroom. She looked like a blonde goddess in that costume — cape still on, headpiece slightly crooked, boots still on.
I laid her on the bed and pulled her panties to the side. Her pussy was shaved and soaking wet.
I buried my face between her legs, eating her out while she was still dressed as She-Ra. Emma moaned loudly, holding my head down.
“Oh fuck, Daddy… yes!”
After making her cum once with my tongue, I couldn’t wait anymore. I pulled out my thick 7.5-inch cock and rubbed it against her entrance.
“Are you sure?” I asked one last time.
“I’ve wanted this for years,” she breathed.
I pushed inside my daughter.
Emma gasped loudly as I stretched her tight 20-year-old pussy. I started fucking her slowly at first, then harder, watching her big tits bounce in that tight She-Ra top.
“Harder, Daddy! Fuck your little She-Ra!”
I lost all restraint. I pounded her deep and rough. The sound of her wet pussy and her loud moans filled the room. Her cape was spread out beneath her like a blanket.
I flipped her over and fucked her doggy style, gripping her hips while she still wore the full costume. The red skirt was bunched around her waist.
“Call me Princess,” she moaned.
“Princess… Daddy’s going to cum inside you.”
She pushed back against me. “Do it, Daddy! Fill your daughter!”
I exploded deep inside her, pumping rope after thick rope of cum into her young womb while she came hard on my cock.
The New Normal
After that night, our relationship completely changed.
Emma started cosplaying more often at home — just for me. She did a slutty Catwoman, a revealing Starfire, and even a Poison Ivy costume that drove me wild.
But She-Ra remained our favorite.
Every weekend, she would dress up as She-Ra and let me fuck her all over the house — on the couch, against the kitchen counter, and especially in my bed while calling me “Daddy.”
The 22-year age gap only made it hotter.
She loved being dominated by her much older father while dressed as a powerful warrior princess.
And I loved turning my beautiful daughter into my personal cosplay fucktoy.
The morning after I fucked my daughter while she was dressed as She-Ra, I woke up with mixed feelings of guilt and overwhelming lust. Emma was still lying next to me, completely naked except for the golden thigh-high boots and the red cape she had fallen asleep in.
She stirred and smiled when she saw me looking at her.
“Morning, Daddy,” she whispered, stretching like a satisfied cat. “Did you enjoy fucking your little princess last night?”
I couldn’t lie. “More than anything.”
Emma bit her lip and climbed on top of me. Her young, perky breasts pressed against my chest as she kissed me deeply.
“Good. Because I want more.”
The Weekend Ritual
From that day on, Emma became obsessed.
Every Friday night after she finished her college classes, she would lock herself in her room for hours preparing new cosplays — but She-Ra remained her favorite. She even upgraded the costume: she made the top even smaller and the skirt shorter, practically a micro-skirt now.
One Friday evening, I came home from work and found her waiting in the living room in full She-Ra cosplay.
The outfit was sinful.
The white top was so tight her nipples were clearly visible. The red skirt barely covered the bottom of her ass. She held the plastic Sword of Protection in one hand and looked at me like a predatory goddess.
“On your knees, Daddy,” she commanded in her best She-Ra voice.
I dropped to my knees. Emma stepped forward, lifted her tiny skirt, and pulled my face into her bare pussy.
“Worship your Princess.”
I ate her out right there in the middle of the living room. Emma moaned loudly, holding my head with one hand while gripping her sword with the other. She came hard on my tongue, her legs shaking in those golden boots.
After her orgasm, she pushed me onto my back on the carpet and straddled my face.
This time she fully sat on me — heavy facesitting while still in cosplay. Her warm, wet pussy and ass completely covered my face as she ground herself against me.
“Lick your Princess’s royal pussy,” she moaned, riding my face harder. “This is what you get for raising such a naughty daughter.”
I licked her desperately while she used me as her throne. She came twice like that, flooding my face with her sweet juices.
The Age Gap Gets Filthier
Emma started loving the age gap talk during sex.
While riding my cock reverse cowgirl still in her She-Ra costume, she would moan:
“I’m only 20 and you’re 42, Daddy… Doesn’t it feel wrong fucking your own daughter?”
“It feels so fucking good,” I groaned, slapping her ass.
She rode me faster, her cape flowing behind her.
“Tell me you love fucking a girl young enough to be your daughter.”
“I love it. I love fucking my 20-year-old daughter.”
Emma came so hard she nearly screamed. Her tight pussy squeezed my cock as she orgasmed.
She became addicted to calling me “Daddy” while I destroyed her. She loved being bent over in her cosplay, skirt flipped up, while I pounded her from behind, pulling her long blonde hair.
One night she surprised me by wearing nothing but the She-Ra headpiece, red cape, and boots. She got on all fours on my bed and looked back at me.
“Fuck your little She-Ra, Daddy. Fill your princess with cum.”
I fucked her so hard the headboard slammed against the wall. When I came, I pumped every drop deep inside her.
The Risk Increases
Emma’s addiction grew dangerous.
She started teasing me when her friends were over — wearing the She-Ra costume under a long coat and flashing me when no one was looking. One evening, while two of her college friends were in the kitchen making snacks, Emma pulled me into the hallway, dropped to her knees, and sucked my cock while still wearing the She-Ra headpiece.
She looked up at me with innocent eyes while her lips were stretched around my thick cock.
“Shhh Daddy… don’t let them hear you fucking your daughter’s throat.”
I came down her throat just as one of her friends called her name.
The New Reality
Two months later, Emma had fully moved into my bedroom.
She still calls me “Dad” in public, but at home, I’m “Daddy” and she’s my personal cosplay slut.
She-Ra is still her signature look, but she’s started collecting more costumes — all of them slutty versions she wears only for me.
Every night she asks me the same question before climbing into bed:
“Which princess do you want to fuck tonight, Daddy?”
And every night, I choose her.
