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

It doesn't really hurt , he said, and unable to resist being close to his new mate, slid his chair next to hers, and slowly stroked the tips of his fingers against the back of Diana's neck. It will feel odd , he continued...noticing for the first time a thin line of very soft, and fine darker, sable fur extending down the center of his daughter's back, which would vanish again when her eyes returned to their normal hazel color, and the first few times will take several minutes. I'll be there with you when it happens He let her questions flow, answering each honestly, and frankly, while teasing his fingers over her warm bare flesh, basking in her scent, and her closeness. You will go into heat anywhere from once a month, to once a year. It varies from female to female, and there's no way to predict . There were other issues, of course. Like humans, werewolves too engaged in recreational sex...., in all the same various forms as did their human hosts, it was a way for mated pairs to remain close, reinforcing existing bonds between male and female outside her fertile cycle. He explained that to her, adding as an afterthought, Unless you're in heat though, you can't get pregnant . It was while she was in heat that she'd be driven to seek out the touch of her mate, punctuating her insistence with claw and tooth as needed. There's more. While you're in heat, you pose a significant risk to humans, even those you consider your friends . He leaned over to kiss the top of Diana's bared shoulder, unable to resist the feel of her flesh against his lips. As do I. I'm taking two weeks vacation, starting today, and I suggest...strongly....that we keep contact with humans to an absolute minimum until you're no longer in heat . Their very existence depended on secrecy, and an unfortunate accident, by either of them, would put their very lives at risk. Remember, Diana, my mate. You are a predator. You look human, because we evolved to prey on them . Unable to keep his hands off his daughter any longer, he slid his chair back from the table, and pulled Diana onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her naked body, allowing his hands to slowly, idly, explore her. Her next question came almost immediately...how old was he? I was born in 1837 , he said, 24 years prior to the outbreak of the civil war. Which I fought in. For the North . There was certainly no reason to hide the fact of their longevity from her...and she too would be extraordinarily long lived...seemingly to stop aging at around 25, where she would remain for the duration of her life. How long that would be he couldn't say. Werewolves did not have a life expectancy governed by age. He slid one hand to her breast, cupping that delightful orb of female flesh in his large hand, then slowly teasing the tips of his fingers across her nipple, taking quite a bit of pleasure from feeling it tighten, and come erect under his touch. As you might now suspect, Diana, you have some brothers and sisters , he continued, Eight brothers, six sisters. They're all grown, and on their own of course. And no, we don't keep in contact....for reasons of safety . He turned Diana to face him, lifting one leg over his thighs so that she straddled her father. It's our way, Diana. Otherwise an accident by one could lead to the rest of us . He leaned forward to kiss her, cupping her trim bare ass in his hands, and brushing his lips across hers, fresh throaty growls spilling up from his chest.