Thread: Like Father, Like Daughter [Feral.Desires X Cereus]

He kissed his daughter when she arrived, reaching with one hand to pat her bare bottom...though he was clearly distracted. As she settled to eat, he headed upstairs for a shower. He mentally gnawed on the subject of informing her about Sarah....how he might broach that subject, he didn't know....It might rain today, and oh...by the way, your friend Sarah? I introduced her to anal sex....right there. on the table. Blah....at times he really hated his animal nature, and the way it could, and would take over. Often times leaving him to deal with it's after effects. He had time, of course, and would gently broach the subject with Diana when the time was right. His shower was brief...quickly soaping himself, then rinsing off, and spending another few minutes shaving. The most pressing issue with Sarah was that she'd lain with a werewolf....and she would eventually come back for more. It was a fact for both men and women, once they'd been with a werewolf, they would return. The exact mechanics of why, Antony didn't know...and he was old enough to know better...the risk the girl posed to he and Diana far outweighed the simple pleasures he'd enjoyed with her young body. He knew better....Sarah was candy coated poison, so sweet, and so very lethal. His thinking at the time was that he planned on moving.....taking himself, and his Diana far away. His one hope was explaining his tryst to Diana before she transformed, and picked up the girl's scent....That was something Antony was truly afraid of. ....Something about the air changed...it had an electric feel, that Antony focused on...then dismissed.... Diana on the hunt, with the scent of her prey stinging her nostrils, the mere thought of which made Antony shiver...both from fear, and anticipation. Once she'd transformed, Antony would be hers to command, and if it was blood she wanted, he would enthusiastically pursue it. It was why he'd built the basement...with a door that a werewolf couldn't open. Shower done, he made his way downstairs to the kitchen. No Diana, but the water was on, spilling from the kitchen faucet over dishes that had already been rinsed. Then he noticed her scent. He turned, looking for her, when the howl from downstairs split the quiet afternoon air. His mate called him....and Antony responded, transforming instantly, and lifting his snout high, answering her with a growling call of his own. The kitchen table was between him and the door to the basement, and with an impatient shove from one massive paw, he sent it crashing against the kitchen counter. She called again....this time there was an angry edge to the howl that echoed through the empty house. Antony paced downstairs, mouth open, fangs bared, hitting the basement door with one muscled shoulder, sending it crashing against the wall, then swinging slowly, lopsidedly back, one hinge twisted off...and then he saw her. Heartbreakingly beautiful. Triangular ears, and her coat...a dark honey color undercoat, topped with glossy black. Green intelligent eyes. He dropped his head, jaws still open, displaying his fangs, tail down, adopting a submissive posture. He circled her, snarling...showing off. She was upset, angry...and he knew why...he could smell her too....that would lead to an uncomfortable explanation later. She sat, watching him, giving no indication that he was welcome to approach her...haunches down, not displaying, or inviting, though he could smell her need.....mirrored on his own body as his blood red cock slipped from it's sheath. He wanted her, his mate, but would not approach until she'd signaled him.