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

Antony rolled to his side, as Diana slid off him, and as she snuggled against him, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close against his chest. The wolf within him was also pleased that she did not insist on a shower before sleep....he wanted his scent on her, subconsciously advertising that she was a mated female, one of the only ways he could physically mark her as his. He snuggled with his daughter, growling softly as the touch of her teeth, and lips traced across his neck, and jaw..her soft little teasing bites were nearly drawing blood by then..she was drawing ever closer to transforming, which was something Antony both welcomed, and feared. Diana's bites, and kisses slowed, her body curled tightly against his, and gradually her breathing came even, and steady, her lovely green eyes drooped, then closed, and with a sigh, she fell asleep. Antony stayed awake, cradling Diana in his arms, eyes open, staring at the wall in front of him for several minutes, mentally reviewing the past day's events, his large hands moving slowly over Diana's petite body. Without even consciously realizing it was happening, he drifted off to sleep. It was the phone that woke him, how many hours later that day he didn't know. Antony yawned, ignoring the phone, and suppressed the urge to stretch as he realized who was curled so delightfully against him. Diana had rolled over at some point, and the two of them were spooned tightly together, Diana's warm, bare bottom pressed tightly against Antony's lap...which did nothing to help the state of semi-arousal he'd been stuck in for so long...her back was against his chest, his right arm used by his lovely mate as her pillow, and his left arm was around her torso, his hand cupping Diana's full breast possessively. The clock was behind him, and he didn't have enough freedom of movement to see it, so he laid there quietly, completely relaxed, savoring the feel of the warm young woman against him, who was apparently drooling on his right forearm. Humans, of course, would have been scandalized...ignoring for the moment that Antony, and his lovely Diana were both werewolves...Eighteen year old girl! Father and daughter! Incest! Humans, he'd learned long, long ago, spent an inordinate amount of time worrying about what their neighbors might be doing, and trying to erect legal barriers to prevent them from doing it. Increases in human technological abilities, and competence, often used to ferret out that illegal behavior, was making it difficult for werewolves to exist in their human-host societies. It was one reason, Antony was certain, that he'd been unable to find suitable mates for his Diana....the mere thought of other males by then made his hackles rise, and a low rumbling growl erupt from deep within his chest....like Antony, they were in hiding. They all were. Werewolves strived to live 'normal' lives, nothing flashy, nothing that would attract attention, and using Antony as a case study....firmly middle class, decent job, worked Monday through Friday, owned a nice home, daughter in school, voted often, hung a U.S. flag outside his front door every Memorial Day, paid his taxes on time...made him almost invisible. If he was forced to flee, he had another three identities he could fall back on, and unknown as yet to Diana, she had two of her own, along with suitable amounts of wealth to ease that transition, should it come to pass. It wasn't a subject Antony liked dwelling on, but it was important, and he would have to soon discuss it with Diana. Light from the afternoon sun slanted through his...their....bedroom window, and after a minute of mental arithmetic, Antony decided that it was about three in the afternoon. They'd slept for close to ten hours...more than enough for him, and just enough for the nascent wolfess he held possessively in his arms. They would need to eat....Diana more so than Antony....in her current state, she could burn through 20,000 calories a day just watching tv....and it did not fill Antony with warm fuzzy thoughts to think about Diana hungry, and with nothing immediately available to sate that hunger. He attempted to gently extricate himself, trying unsuccessfully not to wake his beautiful mate. He should have known better. Werewolves could go from deep sleep, to fully awake in the blink of an eye, and Diana was no exception. As he tried to slide his arm out from beneath her, her eyes winked open...hazel for the time being...and she turned her face to him. Antony greedily seized on the opportunity presented to him, and kissed his daughter on her parted lips. Time to eat, kitten, he said...using his pet name for her from years, and years ago