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

Antony waited until he heard the shower before moving from his chair. His preternaturally sharp hearing, something else he hid from his lovely daughter, meant she had very few secrets, and her habit of masturbating in the shower, the frequency of which had increased over the last few months, was well known to him. Lately, he'd been doing the same thing. With Diana busy, he prepared. First, locking the house up...it wouldn't do for unexpected guests to show up, and witness a very pretty, and naked Diana on hands and knees being mounted by a large gray wolf....something he knew without a doubt would soon happen. He drew the drapes, closed all the blinds, then headed for his own bedroom, and quickly stripped, and dressed in thin loose fitting pajama pants, and a t-shirt, before heading downstairs to wait for Diana. She was punctual, as always, smelling fresh, and clean from her shower...though the particular scent that indicated Diana was in heat still clung to her. It was not something that could be washed off in a shower. The familiar edge in her voice was present when she asked him what was going on. Antony remained silent until Diana had situated herself on the sofa, tucking her feet beneath her bottom, and crossing her arms under her breasts. First , he said, turning and shutting the door. Then locking it. Let me finish without interruption. I'll answer all your questions afterward . He took a seat on the recliner, facing his daughter, and struggling to put his daughter's scent out of his mind...if only for a few more minutes. He'd asked himself dozens of times how to break the news to Diana, and had finally decided that the best way was just to come right out, and say it. She wouldn't believe it, of course, and would think her father had gone completely, certifiably crazy....a notion he would disabuse her of when he transformed in front of her. There are things your mother and I never told you , he started, For your, and our protection . He paused for a moment, passing his hand over his face before continuing. Your mother was, I am, and you are....werewolves . Diana remained silent...at least for the moment, possibly waiting for the punch line. More, you are now mature yourself, and ready to transform , he continued, and you've gone into heat for the first time. The ramifications of which I will explain shortly . He stood, his daughters eyes following him. This was the hard part...the constant scent of his daughter's readiness to be mated kept Antony in a state of semi arousal, something he had absolutely no control over, and something he couldn't hide from Diana when he undressed. Don't move, Diana , he warned his daughter, as he walked into the center of the room. He turned, facing her, and stripped the t-shirt off his body, and dropped it on the floor behind him. Then, taking a deep breath, slipped his pajama pants off his legs, and stepped out of them. He stood for a moment, naked in front of Diana....his state of arousal painfully obvious. As a general rule, male werewolves were well endowed anyway, and Antony was no exception. His cock was thick, heavy, and hung in a curve from his body, partially erect, and if he stood there for much longer, he'd be fully erect, and would almost certainly panic his daughter, and send her fleeing. Before that could happen, he transformed. In a werewolf of his maturity, the process was rapid, taking all of two seconds. As always, it started with his spine, the vertebra shifting, changing shape, forcing him to bend over. His eyes...turning the usual bright orange gold he was known for, he often wondered what Diana's eyes would look like when she transformed...his, or her mothers, a brilliant shade of green, irises expanding, legs, and arms changing, his hands shifting into thick, broad paws, tipped with scimitar curved ebon claws, fur sprouting, covering his body in a thick pelt of slate gray. He stood in front of her, on all fours, panting, tongue lolling out between wicked looking fangs, tasting his daughter's ready scent on the air, growling softly, and fixing the teen with a feral gaze.