Spending so much time on the road, even if it was for business, took a toll on home life. There was always a fire to put out and only dad, i.e. you, could do so.
"You know, hun, she hasn't left her room since you went to the airport; that's a week," Chise fluttered her wings and gave a prodding eyeroll that only a wife could, "you really should go check on her."
Despite giving orders, Chise was always supportive; slender, segmented digits tenderly massaging your stiff shoulders, "Just a suggestion."
"Mhm, a suggestion," you chucked, "but you're right. I really should've told her I'd be leaving."
"Mhm," the moth-woman purred with gleeful vindication, "I'm right, as always." Her cute banter warranted a peck, "Now, I'll clean up; go speak with Kiki and fix your mess, love."
Heading to Kiki's door, you softly rapped at its surface, "Kiki, sweetie, can daddy come in?"
There was a momentary silence before a cheery reply, "Of course!"
What a relief, her positive demeanor made entering a bit less intimidating.
Your daughter's bedroom was typical of a cutesy, innocent girl: glitter, pink, etc., etc. She was brushing one of her fuzzy antennae with delicate care when you walked in, a bright smile spreading from ear to ear.
God, she was growing into such a beautiful young woman, taking almost entirely after her mother; prominent antennae, a fluffy scruff of white down that shielded her neck...many of Kiki's features were insect-like with some soft anthropomorphic subtleties; she plopped from the edge of her bed and gave a tender hug.
"I'm glad you're back, Daddy! I was...upset...when you left, but I'm all better now!" Warmth filled your heart at the news. The happiness in her ruby eyes soothed your initial anxieties; where was the foul mood Chise had mentioned?
Nevertheless, your wife wanted you to apologize and Kiki deserved one; jetting off to the airport with so little warning wasn't like you. "I just wanted to say–" So much effort just to speak; a throbbing numbness paralyzing your mouth, arms and legs in a an instant.
"Daddy, you know, mom and I get so lonely when you leave," Kiki spoke in a sweet but increasingly monotone fashion.
"We just get so lonely and wonder...'What is dad up to?'" The once soft hug had constricted into a crushing embrace; a small chitinous hand snaked beneath your shirt.
How? How did? With the consistency of lead, the heaviness of your tongue made it impossible to protest. Had...had something been put in your food?
Like piercing daggers, Kiki's scarlet eyes glimmered with manic passion, "We'll remind you of our love, Daddy! I promise! I'll even show you my love with my body if it makes you stay!" Perhaps mania was an inadequate word. Her thin lips pursed delicately, parting only slightly to pant like a lusting beast; she emitted a low coo, "~ufu~."
Was your wife in on this? Moth-girls were typically...clingy...as your wife had once been when the relationship began; those were dark times. With discipline, you'd assumed Chise's neurotic ways a thing of the past. You'd been wrong, and in fact, her madly obsessive tendencies were inheritable.
"Me and mamma get so lonely...If you ever cheated on mama, or left me again...I'd never forgive you." Kiki's delicate hands had completely undone your shirt, pushing you onto the bed while you limply struggled to regain some control; an impossible feat. This was all so wrong, so terribly wrong. The last thing on your mind was glazing her delicate little clitty – What were you thinking! Already, the drugs were rewiring your reasoning, eroding your will to fight these incestuous urges.
Out of the blue, Kiki's expression shifted to a melancholy pause. "We'd never forgive you, Oto-san; I don't want to be alone..." There was a moment, briefly, that perhaps Kiki had felt the pangs of remorse? Bullshit, as a flash of lustful mirth returned with renewed vigor, "...That's why you'll fill my little pupa cunny with your nasty