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Thread: Daddy Deserves It (Juicy Fresh & Google)

There his daughter was, perfect and ready for him to be inside of her. He considered using a little bit of lubricant in order to make things easier for her but no, her natural juices would do perfectly for her first time, her first time would be all natural without anything, neither latex or lubricant to interfere with the natural pleasures. He needed her right then and there, nothing would keep him from what he wanted. So lovely. He whispered as he approached her slowly, moving up onto the bed and slowly running his lips up her thighs. Ideally he would take time to tease her, to slowly eat her but he couldn't wait for that, instead he merely ran his tongue over her famine folds, tasting her for a moment before he moved up further, his body covering her as he kissed and sucked at her neck. As he lay over her, gently rubbing her clit he looked down in her eyes, looking for any sign of fear or regret but when he found none he positioned himself carefully and slowly began to press against her. This will hurt a little bit baby. He whispered into her ear before giving it a light nip to tease her further, his fingers still on her clit teasing quickly. But Daddy will make you feel good very soon. Then without any further warning he thrust forward, it was tight but her bodies moisture made things easier as he buried his entire length inside of her in a single thrust, taking her virginity right away in an attempt to keep her from feeling to much pain. As he did this he kissed her face, showering her neck and lips with passion as he pressed deep inside of her.
Thread: Daddy Deserves It (Juicy Fresh & Google)

A warm smile flashed across my face as I watched you approach. I couldn't help but let my eyes wonder up and down your body, especially down your body, particularly focusing on the one thing that would make me feel in pain and in euphoria in the same night. When you licked up my thigh I licked my lips. Mmmm... I moaned in delight as your tongue ran across my lower lips. I placed my hand on your head, lightly squeezing your head and running my fingers through your hair as your head moved closer to me. My hand slid down to the back of your head when you towered over my like a cloud. I shifted my neck to the side to allow you full access. I lifted my legs up, facilitating the position and bracing myself for what was to come. I wrapped my arms around your back and looked up to you. I pecked your lips to assure you I was ready. Your fingers felt so soothing rubbing playfully against my clitoris. Oh daddy... I whispered desperately in your ear before you pushed yourself into me. I tossed my head back, digging it into the pillow as the tissue stretched and ripped to fit your full, thick member. I let out a whimpering moan as you thrusted completely into me. I held onto you tightly. I loved how you knew exactly what to do to keep me as calm as you did. Your kisses and loving embrace was just what I needed to keep myself from freaking out and tensing. I controlled my breathing to keep myself as relaxed as possible. I would only make things worse for both you and I if I panicked but for some strange reason, I didn't feel anywhere close to panic or to tension. It felt natural to be under you like I was. Oh my g- I covered my mouth with my left hand and closed my eyes tightly. It was embarrassing to scream or to moan, so I tried to suppress it as much as I could. It felt so different. Your throbbing cock filled me up to the brim. It was so hot and my lips were so wet, it just fit perfectly in me like two destined puzzle pieces. I rubbed my legs up against your sides as I adjusted to the insertion. I tied my legs loosely behind your back. I looked down at you and brought your lips to mine. I brought you into a deep passionate kiss before separating. Don't stop moving... I want to feel more of you all of you.
Thread: Daddy Deserves It (Juicy Fresh & Google)

David was in heaven at that moment, she was so freaking tight around him, he could feel her pulse around his cock as though she were milking him. So hot, so wet, so freaking tight and it was all his. However there was a small problem and that was something that he would solve very quickly. You are far to quiet. He growled before biting her neck lightly, his every instinct called for him to mark her, to bruise her, to leave a very public sign that she belonged to someone, but her mother would know that she had come to see her father and if she left with her neck bruised like that... so he was gentle, the bite was only a soft nip in order to tease her. I want to hear you moan, I want to hear you scream and beg for me to fuck you harder baby girl... I want to hear you yell for daddy to give it to you rough until the neighbors complain. He ground against her a little bit as she asked him to move and grinned a little bit. Baby, I couldn't stop if you wanted me to. HE warned her before he began to move in earnest, his hands roaming up and down her body as he thrust wildly against her, trying to drive those last few inches deep inside of her tight cunt. His hands soon grasped her legs and lifted them, bending them back while he quickly shifted to hold them in place with his shoulders, pile driving deep down into his little girl with vicious force and primal lust motivating his movements. Tell me who you belong to Alex, who do you belong to?
Thread: Daddy Deserves It (Juicy Fresh & Google)

I was surprised to hear your aggression for me to moan. I wouldn't have expected you to want me so bad wanting me to moan. Knowing you wanted to pleasure me, dominate me, empower me, made me want to scream all on it's own. You were exactly the partner I would have chose. Someone who wasn't afraid to take control. And I wanted your control. Oh yeah? I bit my lip, moaning through my lips as you pushed harder. Mmm... Yes. Give it to me, Daddy. Yes! I moaned louder and louder as you progressed to fuck me. The thought of the neighbors complaining made me want to laugh out loud. It probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, in case one of them found out I wasn't just a bar-girl shacking up with an older man, but if they found out I was blood relative. It made it all the more taboo and erotic. Normally, someone as small and delicate as I was would be in a lot more pain than I currently was. Because I was with you, I was so excited that it wasn't all that painful when you started to pound me. It was a sharp, stabbing pain at first, but it eased quickly as you broke me in further and further. Your hard thrust caused my body to push backwards a tiny bit each time. I roamed my hands over your chest, holding your stomach and following it when you moved into me. Oh, Daddy. I moaned loudly, Oh, fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me harder. I began to growl into my moans with the heat of the moment. I gritted my teeth before locking my head back and releasing louder groans of pleasure. I looked back up to you and then shifted my eyes down to my genitals. I watched as your meaty cock filled me up with every power-thrust into my tight tiny cunt. There was a little bit of blood from the tear, which colored more of a pink with the fluids. I looked back up to you, my breasts bouncing up and down as you fucked me. Daddy... I said in between panting moans. I belong to you. I belong to Daddy! Yes! Oh, I 'm only yours! Only Daddy's. Mmm... I grabbed onto the covers on my side and tugged at the sheets, my back curling with the pleasure that began to overwhelm my mind and body. Fill me up, Daddy! Fuck your little princess harder, oh yeah! I groaned loudly, not holding back any of my shouts, moans, or anything of the sort.
Thread: Daddy Deserves It (Juicy Fresh & Google)

David didn't care at all if his daughter screamed loud enough for the neighbors to hear, unless they saw that she was the only person in the apartment with him then they would probably assume that some girl he had brought home was incredibly affectionate and calling him daddy because of her own unresolved issues, little would they ever know that it really was his delicious little princess. So delicate and soft but handling his length without any complaint, actually asking him to fuck her harder. There was no way that he could deny his daughter what she wanted when she was asking him for that. With a grunt he began to thrust harder into her, fucking her roughly as the bed springs creaked beneath him and the head board smacked against the wall, if he hadn't just seen his neighbor leave he knew she would be complaining. She was the greatest fuck he ever had and the way that she was squeezing around him he knew that he wouldn't be able to last very long, especially not at that pace. However David wasn't going to let his daughters first time be anything less then fantastic and as he craned his neck down to brush his lips against hers in a deep kiss he reached between their conjoined bodies to rub her clit rapidly. God baby I can't do this much longer. He groaned as his climax was rapidly approaching, holding back as best he could. Cum for be baby, I want you to cum. He managed to gasp before he could no longer hold it back, long ropes of cum spilling into her womb.
Thread: Getting to know the natives:  missedstations & flassche

Blake was running. He ran and ran, panting and gasping for his breath, as He scaled one dune of ruined and scorched earth, tumbled down the slope on the other side. Behind him he heard the reports from small rocks and throwing spears, as his pursuers attempted to bring him down, calling out in their weird language. He could guess what it meant. He hunkered down behind some broken crates, and looked down at the sniper rifle in his hand, all clips still filled minus the two bullets of his current one. He took a deep breath and exhaled as far as he could. Closing his left eyes he glanced in the lens. Humming a strange tune as he always did when shooting, he concentrated. Twenty seconds later both his assailants lay dead. He remained in the same position for a few more minutes before he decided the situation was clear. Mercenary for hire, Blake the hummer Dorian looked upwards again and sighed. The two blue moons instantly reminded him of his fate. Just two weeks ago he was on spotter duty in a small outpost in Cuba, now he was waist deep in the cesspool of a planet he named after his wife. Tiffany consisted of half urban half jungle areas, with pestering heat waves, and bone chilling nights. Every few days food, water, weapons or new prey would be shut down from orbit in capsules. Now somewhat of a veteran on this planet after two days, he made his way over towards his home in a small cave. Just 3 more clicks he told himself as he glanced at every treetop and bush. He was a handsome, if rough looking male. His tall 63 in height was covered in as much camouflage as he could create. Some of these creatures had eagle like eye sight, others could smell a prey from miles away. If Blake was going to survive he would have to use his skill, Experience. He had over thirty years of it. He had started hunting with his dad at a young age, learning every bit of skill the man could offer. The army was his second father, teaching him advance recon and make him better equipped. Yet the best teacher was his life as a mercenary. No restrictions. The only thing slowing you down was your own morality, Blake had few. He rushed towards the next bush as he sat down. His uniform and camouflage blending in with the environment. He closed his eyes as he concentrated on his hearing. He had to focus, keep his wits. If he concentrated to hard he would only hear his heartbeat, or freak out from every tree branch that fell.
Thread: Getting to know the natives:  missedstations & flassche

The winds were all wrong or the gravity was. Something meant his flights were harder, the thermals gave less lift, and that he needed to rest more often. At least there was plenty to eat and plenty of water. Rair had learned to avoid the ground as much as he could, and to rest on heights, hidden out of sight. He had no better weapons than his claws and his teeth, in the beginning, but he'd scavenged a long knife that was now strapped to his thigh. The metal was stronger than his claws, after all. The jungle was no good for him. His wingspan was too wide to land wherever the foliage was too dense. If his wings were injured, he doubted his survival. He could never take that risk. So he sought pieces of more open ground whenever he needed to land. It was a mid air assault that made life a little more difficult. What his attacker was, he did not know at all a creature that had claws as sharp as he did, bigger than him and without conscience. They tangled mid air, a mess of limbs falling fast until suddenly a separation. The thing plummeted straight down, its weak spots found, its spine severed. He... Was not so much better off. There were deep gashes across his ribs, coagulating in moments, but the pain... Damn. He could tear the muscles if he did not find the ground fast. The best he could do was aim where he would land, narrowing his wings so that he could glide with at least some grace, and not simply crash into the ground- He crashed onto his knees and arms. A bad place. He could smell something close. And he had no camouflage whatsoever. His dull scales were good for absorbing the warmth of the star but their black colour was far too intense to blend into the foliage. There was not much he could do but get up slowly, flexing the joints of his fingers, his arms, his tail. Nothing broken. One thing at least. Now to find shelter until he could fly again. It shouldn't take long. His nanotech would already be working to accelerate the healing process... But then he would need to eat soon. Not a good day.
Thread: Getting to know the natives:  missedstations & flassche

He still had his eyes closed as he heard the sounds coming from up above. one.. two.. He began to count as he wanted a rough estimate of how fast the creature would fall. He looked up and noticed a weird scene up above. The light from one of the moons shone to bright for him to see clearly. five six The two figures up in the sky separated suddenly as he the larger creature fell plummeting to the ground. He closed his left eye as he placed the lens of the sniper rifle to his right eye. nine. Ten A loud thumb was heard in the distance, and he knew the creature had fallen to his death. two clicks west He reminded himself. Some of these creatures were a good source of nutrition. He glance upwards again as he noticed the other creature half falling, half gliding down. It was heading straight towards his position. A lesser men would have tried to run, or even stand up. Blake did not. He held eerily still. thirteen fourteen He did not know why he still continued counting. The point was to calculate falling, this creature was half gliding. He simply did it because it was a task. He had to keep himself busy. Slowly lance.. Slowly.. He noticed the black shaped creature slowly descending. When it fell to its knees he brought the rifle slowly to the ready. He had masked his position by using mud and camouflage. A well trained eye and ear would have a lot of trouble spotting him. A sensitive nose might pick his scent if the wind condition was unfavorable. slowly.. Slowly blake Already he began to hum a soft tune. His left eye closed again, as his right peered through the lens. His aim was straight on the creatures spine. Or he thought it was a spine. Hell it could have two.. maybe three. He caught himself grinning. God this jungle was getting on his nerve. --Thump!-- He had pulled the trigger and the bullet sped towards it target. Right when he had pulled the trigger, the creature had started moving. The bullet did hit him, but missed a vital area. The heavy caliber rifle packed one hell of a punch, as the creature was thrown backwards a few feet. Dammit He told himself as he had wasted a round. He quickly grabbed his side arm, as he threw the sniper rifle on his back. A short dash and he was close to the creature. He noticed the shape of the creature and the claws. The thing even had a spiked tail. He pointed the pistol at the creature as he moved away from his cover. Dont move! He did not know if the creature could understand his words, but he made the tone speak for its self. The pistol was aimed at his chest. He had guessed the distance from the creature safe. The tail might cause a problem, but it looked wounded enough.
Thread: Getting to know the natives:  missedstations & flassche

He hissed in pain at the additional injury unlucky. Straight through the wing, the hole just missing one of the major blood vessels. Still, it bled a surprising amount, and he pulled himself to his feet again, whirling to face his new assailant. Not good. Things could smell him for miles now, no doubt. If he had the choice, he would have run from the confrontation. But these sorts of weapons, that hit long distances... He couldn't outfly them. And definitely not outrun his feet were not quite made for running. He bared his teeth at his opponent. Very sharp and very white, made to rip flesh and probably capable of cracking weaker bones. He would not go down without a fight, at least. His tail flicked low over the ground, restless. It was probably the longest spine the thing had ever seen. All of it vertebra, with the last few smallest in his body. Not perfectly flexible of course, but it could be quite a blow to the unwary. Sadly, the thing looked wary. And was holding another one of those weapons. Maybe he was injured, but he wasn't stupid. He tapped one of the apparently decorative bracelets on his wrists, but the answer displeased him 'no language match, more data required' was the idea that simply appeared in his mind. That was... Not good. Not helpful at all. He was sure that those were words, not just random noises. He flicked his tail briefly in front of himself, a reminder not to come too close, and took a tiny step back. If they fought, it did not look good for him. And he knew the little thing pointed at him was dangerous. He had seen it used before. Leave, he said, his own language, sounding almost bird-like. It probably wouldn't help. He had seen these creatures before, in the jungle, and they had not seemed very advanced. He folded his uninjured wing tightly against his back, but found it difficult to the same with the other considering any pull on the damaged membrane was painful. A very lean body, all bone and muscle. It was only the wings that made him look big, and the sheer length of the tail. His actual frame was definitely smaller. Sharp orange-yellow slitted eyes that caught the tiniest bit of light he had no problems discerning his enemy at all. Their faces had a certain congruence, as far as two entirely different races on an entirely unexpected planet could have Rair had a flat nose, more like slits than anything else, and very thin lips. His fine scales made his face less mobile than the other being's, but the restless movement of his tail could have told enough. He wanted to run and lick his wounds.
Thread: Getting to know the natives:  missedstations & flassche

His first guess was that of a weird bird, possibly native tot his world. That all changed when he noticed the dagger on his hip. On a closer inspection he noticed it was mostly humanoid. The creature looked small and frail, but his claws and fangs said otherwise. A wrong step and the spiked tail would be inch deep in his skull. Breathe Think Breathe Think.. He said over and over. He needed to assess the situation. The creature was flightless, the large wings now half folded. Blake crouched down, keeping the gun aimed at the skull. He tried to blend in with his environment. It would be an ass of a situation if he was spotted now, hell his friends could be near. Lance was startled when the creature pressed a small switch on the bracelet. It looked more of a decoration than a functional device. When the button was pressed, he heard as strange sound. What the hell? he said as he had misjudged the creature entirely. It was advanced, or at least the bracelet was. Leave was said in the creatures own tongue. To the human it sounded like a bird being strangled. Was it simply grunting, or trying to communicate with the human. Lance weighed his options when he heard the creature speaking. The body language spoke more than the voice could ever could. Desperation, fear, hate, and most of all planning. IT was tensing his muscles as it decided what to do. The mercenary had to act fast. He held up his free hand and made a stopping gesture. Pointing the gun downwards he made himself open and vulnerable. Shhh He said gently as he walked towards him. He placed the pistol in its holster as grabbed the sniper rifle from his back, pointing the end of it towards an tree. He hoped he looked friendly to the creature. shh He said again as he walked closer. He was now close enough. Slowly he grabbed a small piece of food he kept in his belt. He unwrapped it from its container, throwing it to the left of the creature. The moment the creature cocked his head to the side to inspect it, he moved. He used the end of the rifle as a blunt instrument as he smashed it against the side of his head. Blake needed him alive. The thing had tried to communicate. That was rare here. Other humans were dropped on this planet as well, even they had tried to kill him.
Thread: Getting to know the natives:  missedstations & flassche

Pointing weapons downwards or elsewhere was a universal gesture of at least a temporary truce. Which, of course, was a little silly to accept on a planet like this, in hindsight, but Rair was one of those who believed people generally played by the rules. In hindsight, a stupid idea. When the human put away the smaller weapon, he let it approach. A little closer. He had his claws, of course, it couldn't be that dangerous. The human looked... Soft. He could tell that blood ran close to the surface and that the skin was thin. He had no idea what the sound meant, but... This was an opportunity to study the other thing, and well, it might be good if it was trying to be peaceful. His injuries were, perhaps not severe, but momentarily debilitating. Peace for the moment would mean a stay of execution. What the- He looked to the side, momentarily confused by the throwing of things. Some sort of food? What the hell did this thing think that he was? And then he got walloped in the side of the head. Obviously, it thought that he was stupid. And it had just been right. Really, Blake was lucky. If his mind was not dulled by an accumulation of injuries, he'd have got teeth in his throat. As it was, Rair was slow and Blake gave him a strong blow across the head. Rair fell to his knees again, letting out an involuntary little whine, completely dizzy. Probably a concussion. His tail still moved, almost instinctively, wrapping around Blake's calf. It did not have enough momentum for the spikes to pierce the skin.