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

! He met her kiss, when she returned it, as eagerly as she did, hungry for the feel of her tongue against his. His hands were on her bottom, the tips of his fingers dragging slowly up and down between the spread crack of Diana's ass, still very much exploring his daughter's body. Touching lightly, then pressing, completely unashamed, a lack of shame he was convinced Diana shared, as she growled her approval, squirming so deliciously against him, arching her back, and pressing the swollen split lips of her perfumed sex against the solid shaft of Antony's cock, sandwiched hot, and hard between their bodies. Not here , he whispered, his voice thick, and husky, orange gold eyes fixed on hers, so brilliant green and bright. He was struck by how beautiful his daughter was...the wolfess within so close to the surface, nascent fangs just peeking from between her parted lips, eyes so amazingly green, the scent of her, a she wolf fully in heat, and eager not just for any male, but for him! These were not the emotions of a doting father, but from a male, her mate, that devoted himself entirely to her. It almost hurt to look at her He stood, cradling Diana in his arms, possessively wrapping his arms around her, answering each of her soft, purring growls with one of his own, and kicking the chair they were seated on impatiently out of the way, sending it sliding across the floor to crash against the sink cabinet. He carried her upstairs, feeling her wrap her legs around his waist....her grip on him, as possessive of him as he was of her. It was in part why the pair represented such a threat to their unknowing human hosts...another male...even a human, expressing any interest in Diana would have raised Antony's hackles, sending him into a rage. Likewise, human females, like some of Diana's friends, who's gaze he'd felt more than once, would have driven his daughter into a possessive frenzy. As predators, they were violently defensive against any that coveted theirs. Antony recognized this, and planned for it. Diana still depended on her father's years of experience in dealing with these non-threats.....he had little interest in human females...though in times past, he'd mounted a few, and likewise, Diana would never have felt attracted to human males, outside of innocent teenage fun, she hadn't...he knew he was her first. But in their shared current state, neither would allow others of the opposite sex to openly admire, or actively court, the other, even if they were only human. Diana's mother, Eris, had been the same way, and that was what ultimately led to the 'accident' that claimed her life, and drove Antony into exile with his young daughter. Diana didn't even know the circumstances surrounding her mother's untimely death, and until pressed, Antony would never volunteer that information. He held those memories close, only allowing them out late at night, when it was safe to grieve for his lost mate....always blaming himself for her loss. His Eris! Such thoughts...he shook them out of his head with an annoyed growl. Eris would have approved of what Antony was doing. She was as devoted to her offspring as Antony, and would have recognized the dire situation that forced Antony to make his daughter his mate. His daughter...that he would protect from making the same mistake as her mother. He huffed out a deep throaty growl, driving those thoughts from his mind. Diana was his mate, and to her he belonged, and to her he owed his attentions. Up the stairs, and down the hall...passing Diana's room....to an outsider a jumbled mess of scattered clothes, pillows, and blankets...but to Antony, an organized, and safe den in which a she wolf might bring forth her pup. And at last, to his room. He kneed the door open, and turning slightly to accommodate his lovely burden, slipped inside.