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Nate sat in the chair, leaning on his desk. He knew that he needed to write something, but nothing came forth. The cheetah sighed, if he didn't have something done by the end of the week, his boss would rip him a new one. The thirty-four-year-old perked his head up as he heard the exaggerated vibrations his phone made against the wooden desk. He eagerly lifted the phone and pressed the accept button. "Hey honey, are you almost home?" "I'm afraid not, Nathan." His wife sighed through the phone. "There's a big traffic jam just before my exit. I'll still be a while. Can you check up on Emily? I know we agreed that I should be the one to do it, but I don't like the idea of her being locked in a room with absolutely no interaction with other people." "I, uh, I don't know about that, sweetheart. Are you sure?" "I'm sure. Just get her dirty clothes and the plates from breakfast this morning. You'll only be in there a minute." "Okay, hon. If you think I can do it."

¬¬ Nathan knocked on the door to the room he hadn't entered in four days; his own bedroom. "Emily? I'm coming in." He spoke in a sweet tone as he opened the door. The smell was almost enough to knock him flat. After all, it had been building up in the room for most of the past four days. Nathan did his best to ignore the stench of his daughter's heat and continued into the room.

He found the girl laying beneath the sheets, eyes facing the television. "How are you holding up, sweetie?" She looked at him with a smile. "I'm good, daddy." "Good. I'm just here to grab your dirty clothes and plates." She pointed toward the basket at the end of the bed and the plate on the bedside table.

Moving as quickly as he could, attempting to hold his breath all the while, he moved between the basket and the drawers, gathering up all that he needed to and exited the room with a hurried "'Bye, I love you." He closed the door slowly so he could hear her returned sentiment.

He sighed when he closed the door. It must have been hard on the poor girl; on top of experiencing her first heat, the eleven-year-old had no idea what was going on and why she hadn't seen her father or brother since it started. Her mother would tell her. Sooner rather than later, he hoped.

The kitchen was between the bedroom and the laundry, so that was where he made his first stop, leaving the plate in the sink to be cleaned when he dealt with the laundry. Nathan opened the lid to the washing machine and lifted a pawful of her clothes, dropping them in. Only a small group of clothes remained in the bottom of the basket; a cluster of panties.

He put the thoughts of heat behind him and lifted them as casually as he had the week before. The action of lifting them out of the basket brought a whiff of scent up to his nose. It was then that he allowed himself to notice how dark the front of the panties had become, as though she'd only just wet them.

But the smell wasn't urine, it was something more. Something much better. He paused and scrunched his eyes shut. "No," he told himself as he attempted to banish the thoughts. The cheetah's attempts at steadying his breathing just resulted in a regular inhalation of the smell she'd left on there.

With each lungful of air, he grew less and less restrained; eventually bringing the undergarments up to his face for a deeper sniff. The scent of a cheetah's heat was always one he enjoyed. Each cheetah smelled different, of course, but this was so close to his wife that, for a moment, he thought his face was buried between his wife's legs.

As he moved between the underwear, the scent got stronger; as though each pair of underwear was fresher than the last. The final pair smelled like he had his nose pressed up against his wife's wet vagina. He had barely noticed that his erection had grown to its fullest length; pulsating in his pants with a fervour unrivalled.

Nate pulled his face away at last, tossing the underwear into the washing machine and turn it to a daily wash. The washing machine supported his weight as he leaned against it, panting slightly. He felt like the slightest touch to his hard member would fill his pants with cum.

As much as he tried to purge the arousal, it lingered. He needed to be inside something and he needed it now. His wife, as always, was his first thought. Rarely did that horny kitten say no to a good hard fuck, but she was an hour and a half away at best. He was far too aroused to waste his erection on masturbation and all of his sex toys were in the closet; in his bedroom.

There's no way Nate could get into his bedroom, walk to the closet, fetch a penetrable sex toy and leave without being drawn in by his daughter's scent. His body straightened up as the revelation dawned on him. It was his daughter's scent that had given him that erection in the first place. He began his walk back to the master bedroom.

He knew how his wife acted when she was bored and in heat; she'd grind up against anything. As he walked, he hoped that was an instinctive move, rather than a learned one. Nate approached the door and, to his surprise, found that he was no less intent as the doorknob came to rest in his palm.

Without knocking or so much as grunting to let her know of his entry, Nathan twisted the knob and pushed the door open. There she was; his daughter laying above the sheets this time, with her panties tossed to the floor. Had he been able to draw his gaze away from the sight of his little girl, he'd have noticed that the closet door was wide open and one of the drawers that lined the bottom of it had its contents spilled about the floor.

Nathan hadn't noticed any of it, though. All he could look at was his daughter. Emily's legs were spread as wide as she could handle, running one of the smaller vibrators along her slit; leaking her juices all over his bedspread. Judging by the look on her face, the smell in the room and the puddle beneath her, it appeared that she'd already came, at least once.

The only smell in the air for him was her, but when she sniffed, she picked up something that he didn't. A smell that seemed to resonate with her perfectly. "Hey, daddy." She purred, continuing to rub the vibrator over her folds. Sniffing again, she continued. "What's that smell?" "I only smell you, princess." He stepped forward, harder than he'd been, and closed the door. "You made quite a mess." She somehow managed to blush through already flushed cheeks.

"S-sorry daddy," she pulled the vibrator away and pressed the button to turn it off. "It just felt so good that I peed." "And you've been playing with mummy's toys without asking." He pretended to be cross with her. "You've got that all wet. You'll need to clean it up."

Emily nodded in defeat and moved to stand up. "What are you doing? You need to lick it clean." In her head, she would have felt disgusted, but something about the way the heat addled her mind compelled her to do it. The vibrator slipped into her mouth; her lips closing around the tip and allowing her tongue to get all the sweet juices off.

"I'll help you clean yourself up," Nate climbed onto the bed and leaned forward, the heat intensifying as his nose came within inches of her hot pussy. "Lie back," he said as he gave a big, open-mouthed kiss to her swollen clit. He had seen his daughter's girlhood more times than he could count, but it had never been more than just a little line. At that moment, it was a swollen mound with a glistening crevice parting the centre.

One lick along her mound made her whole body tense up. Moans that sounded more like squeaks came from her mouth. It was difficult to resist the urge to touch himself, but Nathan knew that he might not get another shot at this and didn't want to waste the load with his hand. He used both of his hands to hold her thighs as he lapped up her cunny.

The strong, hot tongue slipped easily between her folds; licking the inner façade of her genitals without penetrating the hole proper. Her moans grew louder and with each one, his cock twitched and let a few drops of pre into his underwear. Emily's small size allowed him to encompass her entire vagina in his mouth as he opened it wide for a big kiss.

He sucked on her clit whenever his mouth closed around the top of her pussy. His tongue lapped around her folds, in her folds and finally pushing into her eager hole. Her paws came to settle on his head as she rolled her hips into his mouth instinctively. Nathan tried to take it easy on her; but the taste and the smell fuelled his ardour and kept him going strong.

"D-daddy," she moaned and tried to force her thighs together. "I'm going to pee again." She quivered against him, but he did not let up. Nathan's tongue moved faster, pushed further and he sucked harder. What were once squeaks turned into moans and then turned into a long cry. At the peak of one of her cries, Nathan felt Emily's muscles contracting against his tongue and beneath his chin.

He'd brought his wife to that point enough to know that he'd hit his mark. His mouth flooded with her juvenile nectar and her body grew tense and then slumped on the bed; drained of energy. Nathan swallowed what she had given him and licked his lips. "Wow," he said as he pulled his body up to meet her eyes.

Emily's mouth hung open; panted breaths flowing in and out quickly. "Daddy," she panted. "That felt amazing." He ran his hand through her head fur and let it rest on the back of her head. Watching her smile brought a similar one to his lips. Nathan leaned in and kissed the panting girl deeply. He felt his daughter relax into the kiss and let his tongue inside her.

After a long, sloppy kiss, he pulled back and let her breath through her resume her panting. "Didn't you just... drink my pee?" Nathan chuckled and shook his head. "No, princess. That wasn't pee. It was.... Mummy juices. It only comes out when you feel really good." He pulled himself against her and ran a paw down her thin body. "Don't tell me that you're all tuckered out after just the first round."

Emily shook her head and a grin pulled at his lips. "I already did that three times." She moved her leg to let him see the puddle that he had already noticed. "I think I can do it again." He gave her a quick kiss and stood up, pulling his shirt off over his head. "Good," Nathan said; sliding his pants down his legs. Her eyes moved to the bulge in his underpants and the dark spot at the tip of it.

"That smell is stronger now, daddy." She crawled across the bed to his crotch, sniffing all the way. Emily pressed her nose against the bulge in his undies and he felt her sniff it deeply. "Why don't you help me with these pesky undies, eh, princess?" She sat on her knees and nodded happily.

The look of determination and curiosity never left her face. Her little paws easily found the waistband of the underwear and pulled them downward. The elastic caught the top of his dick, but she pulled harder; his cock sprang up and the underwear fell. Now the smell that had caught her attention was at the forefront of her senses.

The tip of his dick was mere centimetres away from her nose. She drew in its scent and inhaled deeply. In her hands, the cock appeared long and thick; the foreskin unable to cover the full length of his tip. She brought her hand up to grip the warm cock. His penis was about average, Nathan knew, but it was more than enough to enrapture little Emily.

She licked the glob of pre-cum that welled at his tip and swallowed it eagerly. Even stretching her mouth as far as she could without causing her to ache, she couldn't take much more than just the tip of his cock into her. Like her mother, sucking dicks wasn't what she was built for. It didn't bother Nathan whatsoever; he'd find another place to put his cock soon enough.

"Are you going to mate with me, daddy?" "I am, princess." Nathan caressed her head softly. "Has mummy already explained it?" The girl nodded. "Do you want to get started, then?" Her nod was more excited than the previous. Emily leapt from her position at the side of the bed to one in the middle. "Mummy said to get in a position that feels natural." The girl lay on her stomach, with her legs together.

Nathan smiled. That had been the first position he'd ever taken his wife in, too. The mattress dipped slightly as he climbed on; scuffling on his paws and knees to get behind her. He took a moment to marvel at the ass that sat in front of him. His daughter's rump was a firm bubble butt. He took both of her cheeks into his paws and simply felt them; massaging gently. He pulled her cheeks apart and leaned down to kiss her tailhole. He only gave it a quick peck, but it was enough to notice the traces of her pussy juices coating the tight hole.

"Are you ready, princess?" "Mate me, daddy." She begged into the pillow. He was happy to oblige. He brought his body up to sit above her mid-thigh, his cock standing above her ass. There was a small gap in her thighs as they came up to meet her waist. He spat on the end of his dick and pointed it towards that gap.

It slipped between her legs easily and both of them tensed when his wet tip found her opening. He steadied his breathing. "Just relax, sweetie. This won't hurt." He felt her do so, but she never quite relaxed all the way.

Nathan pressed onward, his tip slowly becoming enveloped in her velvety warmth. "Oh, fuck," he breathed as his cock grew hotter and hotter; more and more of it sinking between her lower lips. Half of his cock sat inside her when he stopped. The other half was being hugged by her thighs.

He had to stop and let them both grow accustomed to the feeling of their union. "Does that feel good, princess?" "It hurt a little, but it feels good now." Nathan took that as the go-ahead to pull back and slam into her. He didn't do it with the force he exerted on his wife, but considerably harder than he had when he first entered Emily.

Slowly the thrusts built up; grew faster and harder until it felt like a proper mating. Emily moaned into the pillow as her hole was bred. Where an orgasm simply scratched the itch; the feeling of a cock inside her made the itch vanish entirely. Everything in her world vanished; all there was left was the bed beneath her and her father within her.

Each time her father thrust into her, his body slapped against her butt; the sound echoing through the room rhythmically. Their scattered moans and the bed rocking against the wall added to the chorus of lascivious sounds. Nathan forced himself in as far as he could and grunted, holding his dick in place and shaking his hips side to side.

"Daddy," she cooed as he resumed thrusting. Each thrust forced her clit against the sheets, rubbing it back and forth. At last, he had brought his rhythm up to the same speed he used on his wife and his current mate offered only her sweet moans in response. "Oh, daddy!" Her moan turned into a scream as his thrusting brought her to the edge.

He maintained his speed and pinned his daughter's waist to the bed. Her juices left a trail of slick, glistening lust on the sheets as he pushed her forward and pulled her back. Her orgasm hit him by surprise, but she knew it was coming and let out a loud cry as it washed over her again. The tight muscles that gripped his cock tightened rhythmically. He struggled against the muscles that pulsed around his member; trying desperately to keep the cock inside.

The flow of juices wet the bottom of his cock and spilled onto the sheets and her thighs. "Oh, fuck," Nathan moaned, forgetting himself for a moment. He held himself back from thrusting for a moment. He told himself it was to give her hyper-sensitive pussy a rest, but he was really trying not empty himself in her earlier than he wanted to. "Mate me, daddy, please." He sighed happily and ended his rest early. He immediately tried to thrust as fast as he had been but it was a fair bit wetter and on his third thrust, it slipped out of her and slammed into the bed. He pulled back and aimed it back at her vagina; finding it and entering it again. Emily moaned as she was penetrated again; the empty space inside her filled once more by her father's dick.

After a short moment, it was fully inside her as it had been and she revelled in the feeling of fullness. Nathan leaned forward until she could feel his breath on her shoulder blades and as he did so, he slipped deeper into her. His waist lay flat against the back of her thighs; most of his dick up inside her hole.

Nate licked her back, causing a shiver to run through her. He started thrusting, slowly at first, but quickly building speed, delving deeper into her forbidden area with each thrust. He closed his mouth around a bit of the skin in her back hard enough to hold onto but not to hurt her.

From that point, it was almost like Emily was mating a different man. Nathan's instincts had taken over and he needed to mate the she-cheetah beneath him. The sounds that came out of his mouth were more akin to growling than moaning, but that just turned her on all the more. He reached her deepest depths with his cock and was determined to keep on going.

With each thrust, his orgasm grew closer and closer and he became acutely aware of that when his daughter moaned. 'If I cum inside, she's going to get pregnant.' Nathan thought to himself, but his thrusts never slowed. He felt the edge approaching fast. His first thought was to pull out; cum all over her beautiful butt. He simply couldn't pull his hips away from her hot pussy.

'In for a penny,' he thought to himself as the edge hit him. The sensation surged through his body; his muscles tensed and his thrusting slowed. His balls drew in closer to his body as he spread his seed in the deepest part of her anatomy. Even as he painted her insides a fertile white, he didn't regret his decision.

Cheetah cum flooded the juvenile's womb; the little swimmers most likely finding their mark and making new parents out of the pair. As his spurts of rich seed subsided, Nate found himself oddly content with putting cubs in his daughter. He collapsed onto her, releasing the bit of skin from his mouth and panting into her ear.

"Daddy?" Emily asked after a long period of silence. "Yes, princess?" "Am I going to be a mummy, now?" "Probably, sweetheart."