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

The touch of her nascent fangs down his neck, then biting against his shoulder, urging him wordlessly on...Diana's canine's had grown...and while nowhere near the four inch fangs Antony sported while in wolf form, they demonstrated just how close she was to transforming. Supporting his daughter's body with one powerful arm, and feeling the soft feral growl purring from her chest against his own, he dipped his free hand beneath her shorts, cupping the smooth bare flesh of her trim shapely ass, something he would have never dared to imagine him doing just a few short months ago. At home, Diana had always dressed for comfort, preferring loose fitting shorts, and tops, usually without panties or bra, something Antony never commented on...she had a right to be comfortable in her own home. The bounce of her youthful breasts, the jiggle of her pantyless ass never drew his attention, or comment. Until she'd gone into heat. Until the musky scent of a she-wolf in need of a mate perfumed the air around her, he never viewed her as anything more than his child. That had all changed, and try as he did to ignore it, he found his eyes drawn to Diana's body each and every time she passed in front of him. She responded to the only male werewolf near by. And then...she was in his arms, the taste, and feel of her tongue fresh in his own mouth, her bared ass cradled in one large pawhand, her growing canines biting into the flesh of his shoulder...so demanding....the lupine growl bubbling from within her chest reverberating with his own answered growl. He laid her down in the rectangular spill of moonlight that flooded through the back patio door...the sting of that pale light burning against his flesh. Her shorts were pulled down, exposing flesh that he never knew Diana shaved so thoroughly, the bare split of her sex...wet, and perfumed, so very ready. The triple flash of lightning, followed immediately by the house shaking crash of thunder announced the arrival of a summer storm just as Antony transformed. He covered his bride, paws splayed out, mouth open, panting eagerly, long bushy tail sweeping against the ground, and ivory-black claws digging furrows in the hard wood flooring on either side of Diana. He shook his massive head, tongue lolling out, before shoving his snout between Diana's partially spread legs, and licking eagerly at the taste of her flesh, his long hot tongue dragging up between her legs, between the engorged lips of her pussy, a soft keening whimper spilling from him. He nudged at her, lifting his head, and snapping his jaws shut a fraction of an inch from her vulnerable flesh. He couldn't speak...but he would get his daughter into position using non verbal communications older than the human race. Antony thrust his snout between Diana's legs again, inhaling, snuffling, and panting, his tongue licking out to taste her. He grasped her waist, and rolled Diana over, pausing long enough to tear her shorts from her legs, the tattered remains joining his own torn pajama pants on the floor. Glossy black claws rasping against her flesh, he lifted Diana to her knees, and pulled the growling female to him. That was the extent of his foreplay, at least in werewolf form...it was much more important that he made Diana his mate, and with his thick red wolf's cock unsheathed, and ready, growling, fangs bared, took his daughter's virginity. The slight resistance, as he curled his hips forward, driving the thick length of his cock into her body, tearing her hymen, and in the space of a single thundering beat of his heart, Diana was his. Even if there were other male werewolves in the area, they would steer clear of Antony's daughter, his own scent indelibly mingled with hers.