Warm Birthday
The blizzard outside of snow fox demon Karst's den was so fierce that not even he could leave. As long as the elements were violent, he and his son, Dryce, had to stay inside. At the mouth of his den, standing 7 feet tall, he stared at the swirling snow. What a way to spend his son's birthday.
Daddy..." Dryce whimpered, "I-I'm cold..." There was a thump and a soft "Ow." He got up from the ground, rubbing his nose.
Karst turned his head and laughed, lifting his son into his muscled arms and kissing his nose. "Tripped on your tails again, eh, boy?" he teased while nuzzling Dryce, "Don't worry; you'll keep growing, and soon, you'll be strong enough to carry your tails like Daddy." He wagged his seven tails proudly.
Dryce nuzzled his dad's neck and smiled. "How soon do you think that'll happen?"
"Pretty soon, hopefully, baby," replied the father as he walked deeper into the den to escape the biting cold, "You've already got some muscle on you, so you're getting stronger."
Dryce grinned, tails wagging slowly. "Really, Daddy!?"
"Sure! You think I don't notice?" Karst chuckled. As he looked down at his son, his view became more and more immoral. "I notice every day how much you grow..." he added in a darker tone that would suggest his sinful view to the more mature mind.
Dryce blinked, tilting his head to the side. "What's wrong, Daddy?" He blushed, closing his legs nervously.
Karst shook his head and kissed his son's temple. "Nothing, baby," he answered, "Today's your day. What do you want for your birthday?"
"I dunno. Just to be with you, Daddy!" he giggled, nuzzling the other's neck again and purring, "You choose what we do! Surprise me!"
The father stared at his son with terror. How was he to react to such a suggestion? Only recently did he realize the beauty in the kit that he was raising. Now, trapped in a blizzard, Karst was alone with his gorgeous son. His heart raced, and his blood rushed to his lower region.
Dryce stared up at the man, wide, blue eyes blinking. "Daddy?"
"You... don't have any... ideas in mind, baby?"
The youngster shook his head. "N-No...."
Lust took over Karst's body and mind. Onto the bed of luminescent grass and mysterious flowers, he threw his son, relishing in the sight of his small, nude form. He looked over Dryce's two knotted penises, his own three standing erect in little time. "I could... not have raised a more beautiful son, Dryce..." he said in a deep, sexy tone as he straddled the youngster's hips.
Dryce yelped, trying to get away. "D-Daddy! No!" he whined, tilting his head back and clawing at the ground, "Wh-What're you doing!?"
"I want to make this your best birthday ever, baby..." Karst leaned forward to frot his son, his three pert penises caressing Dryce's two. "I want you to feel very good, today."
Dryce blushed deeply, watching himself get hard. "Wh-What's happening?!" he asked as he trembled.
The father caressed the undersides of his son's penises until he felt the slit that was Dryce's vagina. He massaged the lips of it slowly, rubbing the hardening clitoris in small circles with his thumb. "You're getting hard, baby," Karst explained, his tone still deep and sexy, "Your body likes what I'm doing to it, so it's telling me that."
Dryce started panting and whimpering, body convulsing and jerking toward his father. "M-More... Please, more!" he begged, his body rocking slowly against his father's hand. He whimpered loudly, ears folded back and muzzle tilted up toward the ceiling of the cave.
The father smiled. Seeing his son be taken for the first time by his own hand pleased him to the greatest extent. "Did you know that Daddy loves you more than any daddy should, baby?" he asked, slipping his middle finger into Dryce's small cunt carefully.
Dryce yelped, jerking and trying to pull away at the sudden intrusion. "O-Owwie..." he whimpered, clawing at the ground and panting harshly. "I-It hurts..."
"Ssssh..." Karst whispered sweet things into his son's ear as he pushed his finger deeper in, massaging the soft, pink walls as he did so.
Dryce gasped, jerking and rocking his hips against his father's hand. "I-It feels... f-funny..."
Karst gave his son a handsome laugh. "It does, doesn't it?" he agreed, his smile warmer than any fire could be, "It'll feel better soon, though."
"Y-You sure?" Dryce panted, wincing again as he got harder, "Ngh... Wh-Why is it standing?!"
"That's how your body expresses excitement, baby," answered the father as he separated the lips of his son's pussy with his fingers, "Now, get ready. I'm going to do some things to you that will make you tense up a bit, but I promise not to hurt you."
Dryce nodded, sniffling. Tears were running down his furry cheeks, and he was trembling with fright. "A-Alright..."
Karst kissed his son's cheek, his warm smile still up. "Don't be afraid, baby. Daddy would never do anything to hurt you. You know that."
Dryce nodded. "Please.... be gentle with me..."
"You know Daddy will, baby," the father replied. With that promised, he moved down Dryce's small body. After separating the lips of the boy's pussy some more, he slipped his tongue in and lapped away with care to not hurt the little one.
Dryce cried out, his nails digging into his father's hair. "D-Daddy!" he whined, tilting his head to the side.
Deeper and deeper, Karst's tongue went, swirling about in the youngster's small, warm cunt. "Does it feel good, baby?" he asked, reaching up and stroking Dryce's cheek.
Dryce nodded, looking down at his father. "Pl-Please... Deeper..." he pleaded eagerly.
Karst nodded, pushing his tongue even deeper into his son's hot pussy, slurping up the sweet juices that began to accumulate within. How he longed to hear his son cry out his name in the heat of sex. He wanted to ravage Dryce's body over and over, all day and night long, to make him come endlessly and scream that he loves his daddy more than any son ever should. Dryce had captivated him, stolen his heart, and there was no way to retrieve it from the taboo grip of incest.
Dryce panted and gasped, rocking and trembling. "I-I'm... I-I feel tight..." He winced, arching upward, his cocks twitching with the need to be touched.
The father noticed this and immediately acted, gripping his son's stiff penises and fondling them with talented hands while deepening his exploration of the sweet snatch before him. He adored Dryce to a sinful level, but he loved that thrill.
"DADDY! D-DADDY!" the son screamed, his body arching flush off the ground as he reached three climaxes at the same time. "O-Oh, D-Daddy..."
Two jets of semen shot up from the little kit's cocks, and all over Karst's face exploded a bomb of warm egg. Karst licked up all of his son's juices before straddling the kit again. His three bangs--two foot-longs and a massive 15-incher--pointed straight at Dryce's face. "Come on, baby, suck Daddy off, now," he commanded in a low, hypnotic tone, "Do it well and Daddy'll give your body some more love."
Dryce whimpered. "I-I can't do all three..." he whispered, nervous as hell, "I don't even know how to..."
"Just alternate, baby. Lick them up and down and suck the tips. You can do it, honey."
Dryce nodded, taking his father's two shorter cocks and pumping them slowly, as he went forward and sucked on the larger one. He moaned gently, hoping that his daddy would be pleased.
Karst sighed once he felt those soft, sweet lips on the tip of his huge, knotted penis. "Ah, that's it, baby. Make Daddy feel REAL good!"
Dryce whimpered, trying to go deeper, but choking on it.
The father responsively pulled back a bit. "Don't choke on it, baby," he instructed, petting his son's head, "Just suck on it, chew it a little, lick the hole on the tip."
Dryce nodded, nipping the tip experimentally. He moaned softly as he did, enjoying the taste of his father's sensitive flesh.
"That's it, baby, make Daddy moan your name." Karst smiled warmly at his some, falling deeper and deeper in love with him. He wanted to take his son's heart and claim it as his forevermore.
Dryce nodded, turning his head to bite down the side of his fathers cock. He squeezed the other two cocks in his hands and rubbed them up and down more rapidly.
"Aaah! Yes, baby, that feels SO nice! Keep going!" the father growled lowly, throwing his head back.
Dryce swallowed, sucking on the slit eagerly. He was enjoying the taste of his father's now seeping pre-cum, and he whimpered and whined as he started to get hard again, his pussy getting soaked.
Karst roughly plugged his son's pussy with two fingers, and he sealed the two aching cocks behind him with his ass. "Lean forward to keep sucking, baby," he said, helping Dryce reach his cocks again, "I don't want you coming too soon."
Dryce cried out, closing his eyes and panting. "Daddy..." he whispered, biting and sucking roughly on his father's biggest cock.
Karst suddenly came without warning. His middle cock filled his son's mouth, and the other two sprayed hot semen all over Dryce's face. After his orgasms, the father lifted his knotted dicks to show his son his vagina. "Lick it, baby, just like how I did to yours."
Dryce panted, nodding, dripping with semen. He leaned forward, letting his long tongue come out and lick right up the center.
The hot father shivered when his son's warm tongue slipped into his pussy. "Just like that, baby. Nice and slow. Push your tongue deeper, now. Lick the little clit there."
Dryce did everything that his father told him to, pressing his tongue between the soft lips of his pink hole and curling it around, caressing every inch of the squishy walls.
As Dryce did this, Karst's cocks continued to spew warm sperm on them. The father's head was back, his tongue lolling out as he rode his son's stiff dicks.
Dryce suddenly pulled away to cry out in pleasure. He came DEEP in his father's tight anus, his body convulsing furiously. "Daddy!!" he screamed, throwing his head back abruptly.
"That's it, baby, keep going! Daddy's gonna make you feel better than you ever will!" Karst growled louder, still riding and fingering his son, "Daddy loves you so much, and he's not gonna stop until he wracks your entire body with pleasure!"
Dryce looked up at his father, covered in cum, and with eyes glazed over in lust. "I love you, Daddy," he whispered, jerking and shuddering.
"Oh baby..." Karst kissed his son hard on the mouth. "Baby, you don't know the level of love that Daddy has for you. Daddy can't live without you. When you're in Daddy's arms, he feels like a god. Nothing in the world matters more to him than you do, baby. You're in Daddy's heart no mater what."
'Really, Daddy?" asked the kit, blushing, "Daddy, I want more."
"If that's what you want, baby, Daddy will give it to you." Karst rode his son harder, but removed his fingers from Dryce's pussy to let him come. "You're more beautiful than I could ever have wished a son to be, baby."
Dryce came a second time, screaming "Daddy!" in pleasure.
In his thrill from hearing his little baby call for him during his orgasm, Karst got up from the two erect cocks and stuffed his son's pussy with his middle cock; the other two filled Dryce's asshole. "Baby, you're more precious to me than my own life! I'd do anything for you!"
"D-Daddy! Be gentle!" Dryce cried softly, not used to the great sensation running through his body, but opening his legs wider for his father.
Karst laughed and apologized before plunging into his son's vaginal and anal depths. "I love you, Dryce, baby! I love you more than anything! I'd do anything to please you!"
"Then touch me! Tease me, please!" Dryce begged, tears rolling down his cheeks.
As he fucked his son, his baby, Karst ran his middle fingers up and down the boy's two penises, fondling them and letting them go as the ultimate tease for the one who he held dearest.
Dryce whined, closing his eyes tightly and rocking his hips eagerly. "D-Daddy! Deeper, harder!"
To comply with his baby's plea, Karst slammed his hips into Dryce's, reaching countless orgasms at once. He thoroughly creamed his son's ass and pussy, but was still hungry for more.
Dryce rocked harder and cried and begged for more. He suddenly tightened around Karst's male organs and came three times. "Daddy! Faster!" he screamed.
Continue, Karst did, his sperm gushing out of ass and pussy alike as he fucked them as violently as he could. Dryce's ova splattered onto their pubic regions, but neither fox demon cared. Only their love and lust for each other mattered.
Dryce, now weak, lay limp in the bed of grass and flowers. "I-I'm done..." he panted, ready for a break.
Karst continued to fuck his son's ass and cunt until he came thrice more in both organs. After that, he pulled out. He wasn't anywhere near spent, but he didn't want to force his son into sex if he was exhausted.
Dryce curled up against his father and lover, whimpering. "Daddy... will you bathe me?" he requested with a smile.
"Of course, baby," replied the father with his warm and handsome smile. He licked up and down his son's nude body, cleaning him of egg and sperm. Once Dryce was cleaned up, Karst got to work on himself. He then lay beside his son, atop the bed of glowing plants.
Dryce purred, closing his eyes and yawning loudly. "Tired..."
"I can imagine. We need to work on your endurance, baby," Karst noted with a laugh, "Wanna work on that after a nap?"
Dryce blushed deeply, but answered, "Of course, Daddy. Anything for you."
Karst laughed again. "It's not for ME! It's for YOU, baby!" He kissed his adorable son's nose before rolling onto his back and pulling the kit on top.
Dryce purred, nuzzling his father's neck and breathing gently. "Night, Daddy," came from the young soul.
It was still midday, but Karst kissed Dryce's nose, and after closing his eyes, replied, "Good night, baby. I love you so much."
"I love you too, Daddy."
That night, Dryce whined, his cocks twitching against his father's chest. He was having a wet dream. It was then when little Dryce realized just how much more he loved his father than he thought he did.