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

He rolled to his side as Diana climbed off him....leaving him more than a little disappointed, and issuing a complaining growl at the departing she-wolf. He was still struck by the deadly beauty his daughter had blossomed into, and unashamedly proud at having played his part in bringing her transformation about. Bah, to the humans, and their taboos, and restrictions, he thought. It was arousing to him knowing that Diana was his daughter, and that it was he that first mounted her, and his wolf's cock that had torn her maidenhead. He was inordinately proud to view her as both his lovely daughter, and beautiful mate. As far as he was concerned, humans could just stuff it. And a beauty she truly was, in either form...and, he reminded himself with a soft rumbling growl...his. Antony grinned at Diana's holy shit... exclamation, studying the wolfess in the mirror that stared back at her. Her undercoat was a deep, very dark honey, interspersed with softer, lighter grays, and her coarser overcoat was an almost glossy black, more prominent down the center of her back....a sable Russian Tsars never dreamed existed. Polished and curved black claws, just over an inch long on all her paws, and of course, her piercing green eyes. He watched as she opened her jaws, and contemplated the rows of teeth within...molars toward the back, no longer the flat crushing tools a teenage girl might use on potato chips, but chisel edged weapons designed to crack through solid bone. Pre molars, larger, elongated, designed for both flesh, and bone. Curved saber like canines, knife edged incisors. What she saw in the mirror was a predator, and Antony, her mate, and father, would have to take her out, and teach her.....humans called excursions like that 'camping'. Werewolves called it 'hunting'. He suspected she knew exactly what it was she was looking at....and craved it, as was natural to her kind. Her claws were next, and Antony watched her looking at amazement at them, flexing them carefully, tracing their wicked tips over the surface of the mirror....staring at the wolfess she'd become. He could almost feel her nod her acceptance of what she was, and found himself shivering with anticipation as she turned her attention back to him. He was still in human form...other than his eyes...still ready for his mate, cock lewdly erect, glistening drops of precum welling from it's tip. She dropped to all fours....a so much more comfortable way of walking...and with her eyes on him, she approached. Soft whines, and whimpers, gentle nudges, the way she pressed her wolfess belly to the ground, hips up, claws digging into the carpet...it inflamed his desire for her in ways simpler words never could. He responded immediately, flipping over, and approaching her from the rear, the sight and scent of her swollen sex beckoning him. Antony felt the familiar pressure in his jaws, and the rippling, stretching feeling tracing down the center of his back that indicated he was about to transform...and bit it back, struggling against it. He wanted his mate in the form he was right then, and though still growling in a very wolf-like fashion, approached the beauty in front of him. As he did, Diana scrunched her rear claws into the carpet, tearing through the fabric easily, and lifting her wolfess hips high, tail curved over her back...so completely ready for him...and face first, Antony eagerly explored his mate. Licking his tongue hungrily over her swollen sex, and as Diana impatiently pressed her hips back against him, dug deeper, splitting the lips of her perfumed vulva with his tongue, lapping greedily at the honey her body produced....just for him.