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The following story contains fictional material showing male/male homosexual sex between a father and son: particularly undressing, nudity, and frottage/dry humping. Please do NOT read this if you consider such things distasteful! You have been duly warned.

My Modern Bahamut

By Furio

7/16/2009

I dedicate this chapter to Belic and Rama, who both encapsulate

the infinite happiness of the universe. I will love you both forever.

Chapter 6 - My Modern Universe

I knocked at the door, having forgotten my key. I looked at my watch again. 4:47 PM. I had been out for about four hours or so, by myself. The overcast sky made things seem rather dark, but a small light in the house seemed almost welcoming.

I stepped from one footclaw to the other as I waited for dad to answer the door. Bahamut above, were my footclaws cold.

Soon, the door opened to reveal my dad, wearing a deep blue button-down shirt, top button open as usual, and long grey slacks. I had to chuckle quietly at the fact that my dad seemed to want to dress for the occasion, and also at the fact that he looked downright handsome that way. His bare footclaws, damn them, were obviously his best feature.

"Hey, sport," he said quietly. It felt good to be called a positive nickname, for once.

"Hey, dad," I replied. I stepped into the house, lost my footing thanks to numbness, and fell forward. Dad caught me easily.

"Whoa, are you alright?" he asked, picking me up and holding me under my armpits.

"Y-yeah, dad...my....my feet..."

"I know," said my dad, not bothering to scold me for being out too long. "Come over by the fire. Warm yourself up."

He continued to hold me close as he helped guide me towards the fire. My feelings of anger, resentment, and confusion dissipated under warmth of both fire and father as we moved towards the fireplace. I sat down on the carpet slowly, my footclaws facing their soles to the fire, and sighed in contentment. "Thanks, dad," I said. "Much better."

"You're welcome, son," said my dad. "Here," he added, handing me a plate of Spaghetti Bolognese, his best and my favorite, as usual.

"T-thanks," I mumbled, not sure how to respond. I thought we were going to talk, not eat. I ate a few muzzlefuls of pasta before starting with, "Well?"

My dad was seated on the couch, his foreclaws clasped together and fidgeting. "Nathan, you have to understand, this is hard for...I mean, difficult for me."

"Yeah, no kidding," I muttered.

"I'm serious, Nathan," said my father. "You have no idea how scared I am right now."

I was quiet. If dad had something to say, it was better said without any interruption from me.

"Nathan," he started. "About...your mother..."

He paused for about thirty seconds. "Yeah?" I said, wishing he would just continue without me egging him on. I moved my plate to the table, wanting to concentrate on my father instead of food.

"I...I thought I loved her, but...I don't think she loved me."

He got up and walked to the fire, staring down at it, foreclaws behind his back. "You know that....we fought...a couple times?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Did you hear us fight?"

"No," I said. "I remember hearing a few things here and there that got me pretty upset....but...I don't remember what they were. I think....I think I tried to forget them when mom died. I didn't want to...remember anything bad about her, dad."

"I know," said my father quietly. "I was afraid you'd hear us and be scarred or something...but I didn't think about that 'til later."

He sighed. "I think...she was scared of me, Nathan."

I blinked. "What....I don't get it."

"She had read about some things in a magazine or paper recently, and when we talked about them, she was a little upset about my...reaction. We kept quarreling about things, and when it came to you, she....well...we disagreed."

"I don't get it, dad. What were these 'things' about?"

"Nathan, please...be patient with me, alright? I told you, this isn't easy." He turned slightly to face me, showing that he was dead serious.

"Sorry, dad," I said quietly.

He turned to the fire again, staring into its flickering depths. "She was afraid of me...afraid of what I would do to you...how I would influence you. She started saying things that scared me...hurt me...and I was afraid that someday she would say things that would hurt you...or others. Maybe I was...I was worrying too much. But I got upset with her. Too upset, probably."

He put a thick, muscular arm on the mantle, and leaned his head on it.

"Nathan...if you...if you hate me, you have every reason to do so."

"Dad?" I got up, feeling rather scared all of a sudden. Was I going to like what I was going to hear? Was my opinion of my father really going to change? The fire already added to an uncomfortable heat in the room.

"I'm so worried....f-frightened, Nathan..." He turned to me, his eyes brimming with tears. My muzzle dropped open in shock.

"Nathan....oh, son....she.....I th-think she killed herself!"

I just stood there, feeling and hearing the crackle of the fire in front of me, looking at the older dragon.

"This isn't funny, dad."

"I KNOW, Nathan!! I don't think it's funny either! I'm just...I'm worried!"

I grunted annoyingly. "Why are you WORRIED, dad? Did you think you could have prevented it or something?"

"Nathan, I'm worried that I CAUSED IT!"

I shook my head, feeling a huge headache coming on. "Dad, I really REALLY don't get any of this!"

My dad shook his head and pounded the mantelpiece, causing a decoration to fall and shatter on the floor. But once again, my father seemed much more important now. "Nathan, listen! She got upset at me because she couldn't handle the possibility of me being gay, and she-"

Whoops.

My dad froze in mid-speech, as if I just pressed a button on some magical remote control. Only his eyes moved, focusing on me and my widening ones.

"Go on," was all I would say.

"S-she...she.......she..." mumbled my dad.

"Dad, go on, please," I said, trying to force this sudden surprise (which really shouldn't have surprised me that much, given the evidence from last week on my door) out of my head.

"She...she said something like 'Well, you won't have to worry about my opinion anymore,' and just stormed out of the house. I was thinking that she was going to divorce me or something, and all that was in my heart was hate. I hated her...I could sense she was trying everything to keep from calling me a fagot, or queer, or AIDS-fucker, or whatever the hell she saw me as. She kept spouting religious bullshit in my face, and said that you...." Here my dad went quiet and looked into the fire.

"Said that I what, dad?!" I asked angrily.

"Nathan, we can't disrespect your mother anymore, alright? I've said enough. Too much, actually."

I sighed deeply, wondering if I would or should ever know what she said about me. Indeed, if she WAS this homophobic, I doubt she would approve if she was alive. This explained my irrational anger towards her after hearing snatches of the fights.

"But...why do you think she could have killed herself, dad?"

"Son, I don't know if she DID! I just wonder now...how would YOU feel if you suddenly found out that the dragon you married and thought you knew and loved for more than twenty years might be gay?! She was always an emotional dragoness...and if she was driving wildly or wanted to permanently get away from all the problems and emotions and everything...and...and..."

He put both foreclaws on the mantelpiece and leaned his head forward, hiccupping into a fit of painful sobs. "Nathan, I might as well have killed her! I killed your own mother! I'm a horrible fucking murderer!"

I watched my dad cry and felt my heart burst painfully. I realized now, that this was it. My dad had been feeling all this pain for the past few months, because of a mixture of anger, guilt, and pain brought out from mom's homophobia and the questionability of her death. There was more pain than I thought imaginable, more than just that from the death of a loved one. He cried harder and harder, probably expecting me to call the police or run out of the house or hit him or something. I could easily have done any of those things; my dad was already in a weakened state.

No, I thought. That's not what my father needs.

I stepped forward. "Dad, you didn't kill her," I said quietly.

"But it's MY fault!!! I was everything she hated! I knew that before I married her, I should have known!! I just...I thought that if I married her...had kids...stayed away from other guys...then..."

"Then everything would be alright?! Dad, for Pete's Dragon's sake, you didn't kill her!!! I don't hate you, dad!! I love you!! I more than love you...I....I'm IN love with you!"

"I know, Nathan, I heard you that night!" he shouted, sniffling a bit, but regaining composure.

"That night?" I asked, flinching a bit. "What night?"

He turned to me, eyes still a bit glassy and red with tears. He snorted back a few in his muzzle. "Nathan, don't you remember? THAT night!"

I shook my head at first, but then....

The night....the dream...my legs....his footclaw....he....

"HOLY FUCK!" I screamed, jumping back a foot or two, gaping at my father.

My dad just looked at me bewilderingly. "Nathan, what's wrong?! Don't you remember?"

"THAT....THAT WAS A DREAM!" I screamed, continuing to back away. I couldn't believe it...it simply couldn't be true!

It flooded back to me. Dad was really there. He held me, watched my first erection...my first orgasm. He coaxed it out of me himself. He saw the whole thing. He heard me declare my love for him. He knew everything!!!!

I fell to the ground on all fours, feeling hot all over. "Oh no..." I mumbled over and over. "Oh no...oh no..."

I sensed my dad walking past me and picking up something, then standing over me again. "Take it, call them, and get me out of your life," he said bluntly.

I looked up and sniffed back what felt like oncoming tears. "Wha--?" I asked, confused.

It was our cordless phone. "The police, Nathan. Call them, and tell them you have an incestual pedophile right here. I swear, I'll go calmly, and I'll make sure you have a straight, level-headed relative take care of-"

"Wait, dad, hold on!!" I said, pushing the phone away. "Just hold on!"

I got up to my feet slowly, looking at my dad's face. It was still full of pain, perhaps more than a few minutes before, and I didn't want to see it anymore. "Just..." I began, then swallowed hard. "Just...sit down...we gotta talk about this."

I took the phone and replaced it in its holder, then walked back to my dad, who sat on the couch with his head in his hands again.

"Son, I'm sorry....I'm sorry for all this stupid drama...it's just..."

"Dad, stop it...I want to talk to you...please...I...I don't hate you, dad. I still love you."

That last sentence seemed to heal my dad a bit. He lifted his head up slowly, but wouldn't face me. "Dad, look at me," I said.

He turned his large, draconic head on its thick, muscular neck towards me. In front of the fire, he truly looked majestic, but his face was still incredibly painful to gaze upon.

"Dad," I whispered, "Were you....listening to me...last week...outside my bedroom?"

My father closed his eyes and nodded. I could see the lump in his throat as he swallowed, regaining some of that courage I so fondly remembered before mom's death.

"And...were you with me........that other night, you know...when my legs...?"

He nodded again, this time without swallowing. I noted that his expression seemed a bit calmer...and perhaps more confident.

"Why," I declared.

"I might ask you the same thing," he replied calmly.

I dared to smile.

"You did, and I answered," I looked down momentarily at his perfect feet, which were planted firmly down on the carpet. I looked back up at his face, and watched as a sheepish smile curved upwards on his muzzle.

But quickly it faded again. "Nathan," was all he said, as he turned away from me.

Nothing was said. "Dad, please. I need to know."

"It's wrong, Nathan."

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"What I feel for you."

The fire crackled and popped. I sighed and looked away from my dad, down at my own foreclaws and footclaws.

"Yeah...but....is it any wronger than...than what I feel for you?"

I heard my dad chuckle, the first time in a long time. "I'd like to hear a lawyer argue THAT."

I laughed, but dad didn't. "Nathan, that's what she said."

"What...what who said? Mom?"

He ran a foreclaw through the frill on his head. "Nathan, that's what she said about you. She said that she wanted me away from you, because...because she found out about....something I did....and she was afraid of how I would...well...'influence' you."

"What?" I asked, feeling rather curious, in spite of myself.

"Nathan, it's stupid. It...it's silly....even corny, now that I think of it. Dammit, I don't even know why it upset her, now that I think about it, I thought she'd find it cute!" He dared to chuckle, though I could tell he was still rather nervous and embarrassed.

I chuckled, too, but was still curious. "C'mon, dad, tell me. I mean, you already know I lust after your feet and am in love with you...so....how can things get any weirder than they are now?"

That sent my dad into a fit of the sweetest, most musical sound I had heard in months. Laughter. My dad roared into the most pleasurable sound of guffaws I heard from the old dragon, and he slapped my leg hard. "Touché, son," he said. "Alright, alright, but get some wine out for this cheese, okay?"

I giggled and turned a bit to face my dad, who sat up and relaxed a bit more.

"You were still an egg back then, unhatched. Your mom had gone out for the day to do some errands, and told me that I'd have to keep the egg warm while she was gone. I told her I would do so, and sat on the egg for a while at the table, reading a newspaper or something. I forget. It wasn't that important.

"What WAS important, though, was what I was thinking of. I kept remembering my own sex education lessons, and how amazed I was at the whole reproductive process. It made me so happy to think that we were finally going to have a child, and after all these years, I was actually going to father a son, thanks to the doctor's scans of you in the egg. I was...really sincerely happy, Nathan."

I smiled a bit at the sweet memory. But something inside me kept pricking at my brain. I continued to listen.

"I remember, I got up from my chair and leaned in to look at the egg. It was a brilliant green color, speckled with a bit of yellow here and there, and looked very perfectly intact...no cracks or dents in sight. I remember gently stroking it, loving the fine shape of it, and wondering if you could even sense me outside, stroking the shell."

My heart started to beat faster. This was starting to sound too familiar...

"As I looked at the egg, I realized that it was here because of not just my wife, but also myself. I created this egg, as a product of my body as well. My sperm had fertilized my wife, creating this marvelous object before me, which would grow and be nourished to eventually hatch into our son...I had fulfilled an incredible, almost sacred role as Creator of this new life, and at the same time, I felt rather humbled to be in the presence of such a unique, sacred product of my body.

"I...I placed a foreclaw on the shell, feeling the warmth and almost sensing you rolling around inside, wishing I could touch you, comfort you, and tell you how proud I was of you. I could just imagine, Nathan...the future you would have...the love you would eventually find...even the troubles you would encounter. I feared for you...and...and I vowed, silently, in that moment, that I would keep you safe...that I would be your protector, your guardian....and...and love you, Nathan. Always."

"Daddy," I whispered through tears, feeling my heart overflowing with newfound love for this old, loving dragon. Yes, this was incredibly corny, but it was pulling at my heartstrings, all the same.

"I picked up the egg, looking at it again for a long time. I sighed and....and....oh crap, this is so embarrassing!" He put a foreclaw over his eyes.

"Tell me, dad...please," I gently said, daring to move closer and put a foreclaw on my dad's huge back, under the wings.

He lowered his foreclaw and took a deep breath. "I was...for a moment...jealous of your mother. I felt like 'I' should have been the one to carry you, to feel you grow within my body, and ultimately, to lay you and keep you warm while you hatched! I felt like I had missed out on so much in my role as Creator, in not being able to nourish and guard you within me, and I wanted to make up for that...

"So...I carried you in my arms, and slowly went upstairs...to our bedroom."

My heart raced faster and faster. The dream....the greenish tint...the shadows....the feeling of being carried...and moved....

"I placed you gently on the bed, settling the upper part of the egg on a pillow, and pulling the sheets over the lower part, tucking it in as if you had already hatched. I even kissed the shell tenderly, then stood up and looked at it, an egg tucked warmly and securely into bed...

"Nathan, I honestly could have left you like that. I really could. I looked long at that egg, feeling those same feelings of desire and love and warmth flow through my whole body. And then....I...I don't know why I did this...but...."

He raised his head slowly and looked into my eyes. "I...got into bed with the egg...with you."

I smirked a bit, but nodded gently, still thinking his actions to be so loving and beautiful. "Daddy," I whispered.

"I held you, Nathan," sniffled my dad, smiling through his tears. "I took that egg and pulled it close to me, holding it next to my heart. Nathan, I barely knew you, but I knew for damn sure that you and I were connected. We shared a bond...we still share it...."

Here he reached for my foreclaw, and I took his, gently holding it.

"A bond of blood....of family...of love....I kissed your shell warmly...I wanted to say the truest feelings in my heart to you...I know I said something...something like...um...damn it...what was it..." He turned aside, struggling to remember something long forgotten.

I suddenly opened my muzzle and pronounced each word distinctly:

"You are the most precious thing in the universe to me: my son."

He let go of my foreclaw. He instantly turned to face me. His muzzle dropped open.

My heart skipped several beats. It was from the dream. That dream I had several months ago. Of being inside something huge and tinted green...the feeling of being protected, safe, warm, and loved...and hearing that single sentence spoken, reaching my newly developed ears....

I had heard it. I had remembered it. It had settled into my very soul.

"N-NATHAN? H-how...HOW?"

I didn't say anything.

I looked into my father's eyes. Deep into them. Golden eyes with those black, catlike slits that seemed to grow larger and larger until they fully engulfed me.

I was swallowed by them.

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The blackness of nothing, of void, of eternity that could carry anything.

Then an explosion. Stars, planets, galaxies, nebulae. The infinity of creation surrounding everything. Infinities of infinities.

The blackness was filled and overflowing with the cosmos. Planets full of populations, beings, cities, wars, objects. Countless planets. Countless souls. A vastness of life, feelings, sights, sounds, and senses that I could not even begin to fathom.

And there I was. A speck on a speck. The most insignificant thing in creation. Nothing. Less than nothing. No one could possibly notice if I was gone.

This was the ultimate pain. The pain of loneliness, of insignificance. The realization that I was a minute decimal point in the infinity of life.

There seemed no point in even crying out, in complaining, of wanting for anything more. I was silent in this space.

That was when the universe suddenly wrapped around me.

Everything spun around me. I was the center of orbits, feeling every cosmic being and thing move close to me and unite with me, until I felt myself become one WITH the universe. As if I was being hugged. Held. Secured.

Loved.

"You are the most precious thing in the universe to me: my son."

A nothing no more. I had meaning. I had worth.

My father was my universe.

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"NATHAN? NATHAN, COME BACK TO ME! WHAT'S WRONG???!"

I don't know what had happened or how long I had fazed out, but I suddenly realized my dad was shaking me by the shoulders, and looking at me. I was back in the den, looking at my dad.

I realized all the months of not talking. Of ignoring what was most important to me. Of not seeing and realizing the dragon who had gone through so much to love me, stand up for me, and keep me safe and secure. He was with me that night, during my Quickening, holding my foreclaw the whole time. He had bought me those new jeans, anticipating any problems I would have with my new body. He made meals for me, showed concern for my safety, and respected me. He had quite possibly defended me from my mother, doing all he could to keep the family together, and to keep me as close to him as possible...he had not broken his vow, not even once.

And I never noticed. Even after that first night of exploring his feet and considering his own pain, I was still so incredibly selfish, even in my love for him.

"Nathan?" asked my dad again, more gently this time.

He held me in those huge foreclaws of his. I looked into his eyes again, and everything suddenly burst.

"OH DADDY!!" I cried out, falling into his arms. He wrapped around me tightly, stroking my wings with one claw, and rocking back side to side, as if I was a hatchling all over again.

I didn't care though. I sobbed over and over again, mumbling apologies as he mumbled words of comfort and love through his own sobs. We both cried, releasing each other's emotions to each other, finding nothing but love, forgiveness, and peace in each other's arms.

I was truly in love with my father. And, I can only assume, my father was truly in love with me.

"Daddy," I mumbled as I sniffed back tears. "Y-you're the most precious thing to me, too!!"

"As are you to me," said my dad quietly and nobly. He stroked my wings again and let go of me, only to hold my muzzle in his foreclaws and stroke my cheek gently. "The most...most beautiful dragon I have ever known....a magnificent piece of work, you are."

I giggled a bit through my tears. "Dad, stop."

"I'm serious," he whispered. "I watched you grow from a hatchling, watched your arms and legs lengthen and develop. As I said that night, the Quickening was beautiful...I have always thought it to be an incredibly sensual and...erotic experience...Watching your legs grow more muscular was so exquisite...and your.....penis...."

"Dad....stop...." I mumbled again, almost whining.

"You have no idea how overjoyed I was to see you grow so aroused, to see the pleasure in your face and voice at your first feelings of love and warmth, even if they were for me! You sparked something in me...something I didn't want to let go. I would fulfill even your deepest fantasies if it would make you happy, Nathan!! I would be your own modern Bahamut!! I swear it!!!"

"DAD, STOP IT!!! I'M....I'm..."

"You're what, Nathan? What's...oh..."

He looked down to see what it was. A huge lump had formed in my jeans and was creeping up to my lower abdomen.

"Um," my father said, grinning sheepishly. "Sorry."

I giggled. "It's okay, dad...I just....I don't get it..."

"Don't get what?"

"Why...why were you so upset at me that night and the next day when....when you saw me..."

My dad leaned back a bit from me and sighed. "I wasn't....I wasn't upset, Nathan. I was...shocked. I couldn't believe that...well...that you might find ME attractive...or wanted me. I thought it was more common for....you know....fathers to lust for their sons." He smacked a foreclaw to his forehead. "Oh, man, does that sound sick."

I laughed out loud. "So...you were worried about me returning your affections and lusts?"

"Nathan, it's not funny!" He breathed deeply. "I wanted to FORGET about wanting you! And with your body changing, I knew it was gonna be more difficult! Whenever you said, 'Daddy,' it.....it turned me on! And I HATED that part of me!"

"Dad," I said softly.

"Nathan, I wanted you. I wanted to hold you. Kiss you. Take you to bed with me. I wanted to move the world for you, to raise you up high and send you over the moon in undue pleasure! I wanted to be EVERYTHING to you. Hell, Nathan....I wanted to be in love with you!!"

I smiled. This was too perfect. "But dad, I already told you...I love you and AM in love with you!" I took his foreclaw in mine again, holding it gently and massaging it.

My dad was breathing heavily now. I watched his belly inflate and deflate more and more rapidly. Yes, this was turning him on.

"Nathan," he said, fixing his eyes on me, already burning with a bit of lust. "Son..."

I licked my muzzle in anxiety, and so did he. I moved closer to him, placing my foreclaws on either side of his muzzle. He wrapped his arms around my back again.

"This...this is so wrong," he whispered.

The tip of my muzzle touched his. "Then...why does it feel so right?"

He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. I watched his eyes slowly narrow, then close. I closed mine.

Closer. I turned my head sideways.

Closer.

We kissed.

In that moment, everything was right with the universe. He held me in his huge arms. I held his head in my foreclaws. His tongue traveled around mine, and mine traveled over his fangs. My erection raged through my jeans, begging for freedom.

I was kissing my father. And he was kissing me. Our love had been sanctified.

I released the kiss and leaned back. He opened his eyes halfway again, and I beheld his head before me, backlit by the light of the fire. His slightly curved horns and head frill made a stunning silhouette.

I had just kissed a god.

"Bahamut," I whispered absent-mindedly.

The dragon before me chuckled. "I'm not Bahamut," he said.

"You are my Creator," I said reverently. "You brought me into the universe...and you are the most perfect dragon in all of creation. As far as I'm concerned, dad....you are Bahamut."

My father could have laughed this off right then and there. But he did not. Instead, he stood up, moving over to the fireplace, then turning around to face me, the fireplace on his left. "Stand before me," he said quietly, but boldly.

I smiled and did so, standing face to face with him. We said nothing for quite a few minutes. My eyes traveled all over his clothed body, often returning to those incredibly powerful feet, made all the more brighter by the flickering fire.

I looked up again to see that he was slowly unbuttoning his shirt. My heart leapt and my erection continued to pulse in my jeans as I felt liquid bubble up inside and spurt out the tip. He undid the last button and slipped off his shirt, exposing a wide, muscular torso with that gentle hint of a gut, made even more subtle by the light of the fire beside us. He tossed the shirt to his right.

Again, nothing was done for some minutes. He just let me drink him in, staring at me the whole time with the most noble expression I had ever seen in my father.

I watched him slowly undo his belt buckle. He pulled it off and tossed it to the right, proceeding to slowly unbutton his pants, unzip them, and let them fall to those glorious feet. He shook out of them, pushed them aside with his foot, and stood before me again, clad in nothing but those light blue boxer shorts.

I was so incredibly excited. I could see the slightest hint of a lump beneath those boxers, and I realized that I had never once in fact seen my own father naked. This would be the first time, and, I hoped, not the last.

He hooked his claws around the waistband of the underwear, but then stopped. He looked up at me, and I could see him swallowing.

I nodded gently.

He pulled them down, kicked them off his footclaws to one side.

He was naked. His penis was already growing from his slit, large, thick, and beautiful.

"Oh dad," I whispered. This truly could not be happening. But I refused to believe that, this time, this was a dream.

"Remove your shirt," he said firmly.

I wasted no time in pulling off my sweatshirt, which was already feeling too hot. As before, a minute passed as my dad looked long at my underdeveloped torso. I don't think he cared about the size, though.

"Remove your trousers," he stated.

I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my jeans, and dropped-kicked them off my footclaws, wishing a bit that my dad would hurry it up, as my penis was BEGGING to cum!!!

My father took a deep breath. "S-slowly...remove your underwear."

Imitating my father, I slowly hooked my claws around my waistband and pulled my boxer briefs down, kicking them aside, exposing my thick, nine-inch cock to the world.

This was it. Christmas Eve. Around 6 PM or so. My father and I. Both naked. In front of each other.

My father took a step closer to me. He looked down at my whole body, then into my eyes. I shivered. If my dad looked any more godlike, I would have fallen to my knees and started kissing his feet, begging for forgiveness for any sins I may have committed.

"If I am the most perfect dragon of all creation," said my father, "then it is only fair that I sire the most perfect progeny of the universe."

My penis spasmed at those words. "Oh father....Creator...."

"Behold my creation," said my father, lifting his foreclaws up to me. "Behold that which I love more than any other...my son...my child....my own sperm given flesh...."

"OH FUCK!!!!" I roared, unable to contain myself any longer. I fell to my knees, and started kissing and licking those perfect footclaws!! How I longed for that taste again, the smell, the texture!!!

"NATHAN?" shouted my father in shock. "What are you do...do....d-d-doooohhhhhhhhhhhh ffffffUCK!" he moaned as he suddenly collapsed on the carpet.

"Dad?!" I shouted in concern.

"Don't...sssstop...don't you darre SSSTTTAAHHHPPP!!!" roared my father, and I resumed licking and caressing those feet with undue joy. Ever since that fateful day he had forgotten to trim his toeclaws, they had been the most perfect part of his body. They had been HIS feet. My FATHER'S feet. And I was going to damn well enjoy them tonight!!!

My dad lolled his head and body in drunken pleasure. "I can't....believe....Never...would have thought....my feet....oh woooww...." He growled and murred so pleasurably, it heightened my own arousal. I murred happily at realizing that I was truly most aroused when I was pleasuring others, be it Jeremy or my father.

"Creator," I mumbled between licks and sucks of each spasming toeclaw, "I love you....I devote myself to you...forever...."

The feet suddenly disappeared from me, and I saw legs and a huge, ten-inch penis move before me as strong foreclaws wrapped around me and rolled me over onto my back. I felt the most incredible feelings as that thick, mighty penis pressed tightly against my own, rubbing against it, giving the most pleasurable sensations known to any creature ever conceived.

I looked up at my father, who was looking down at me, nostrils flaring, looking indeed like the most powerful, greatest dragon that ever hatched. The fire inflamed our growing love, and I could feel it burn fiercely beside us.

"MY GOD!!!" I yelled out.

"MY GOD-CHILD!!!" roared my father.

We kissed again, far more passionately this time. He pushed and pulled against me, rubbing his penis wildly against mine, humping me with pleasure that he had presumably been storing up for twenty years, if not his whole life. I explored every inch of his body that I could with my foreclaws, enjoying the sensations, the power, the raw lust that WAS my father.

"Oh son!!!" roared my father again, moaning between thrusts, "How I wanted this...to think....when you were an egg....how I longed to love you....to kiss you....to comfort you in all your troubles....when you were growing, I wanted to be closer....I wanted to help you through your growing pains....to love you like no other....and then...to think that I could...I could hurt you...."

"Dad, stop it!! You're not hurting me!!"

He kissed me again. "I know, son, I know! But....I still feared it...that I would lose control one day....that I would force you into something undesirable...and then...to find out....that night....that you loved me...."

He pushed above me, slamming his foreclaws on either side of my shoulders, above my spread wings.

"Son....Nathan...YOU SAVED MY LIFE!!!!!"

I blinked. "W-what?"

"Nathan...I was about to lose hope....I lost my wife....and I thought...I was gonna lose you...I was so frightened when I saw you sucking at my toeclaws...I thought my desires were going out of control...that I was going crazy and hallucinating or something....I even thought about....ending it all..."

All I could do was stroke my dad's scaled cheek and push and pull against his hardened penis. He leaned down to kiss me again.

"You rescued me, son...You healed me....You are my life-blood, Nathan Sinnert. You share this bond with me...and tonight.....tonight...."

He stood up rather suddenly, knelt down, and scooped me up in his arms. I was speechless.

"Tonight....we will consummate it."

He carried me out of the living room, through the kitchen, and up the stairs.

"This, Nathan, is my Christmas gift to you. You gave me my life, and I give to you myself."

"Dad..." was all I could say. I was too choked up. This had to be a dream.

"My feet, my heart, my body, my soul, my love, and my life....All of it is yours, Nathan Sinnert. I belong to you, as much as you belong to me. You don't need to fear me anymore...because I thoroughly love you...my god-child."

"Oh daddy..." I whispered, feeling completely drunk with love. I had no idea my father could be so poetically beautiful, but I could think of no better time to feel that way.

Still, I could not believe it. This was it. I was going to have sex with my father.

He carried me into his bedroom. He moved me to the bed and laid me down softly on my back, in the center of the bed, covering the area mom had always slept in. We would not worry about that tonight, though.

He stood at the foot of my bed, spreading his wings out slightly, his arms at his sides, looking at me with the greatest sense of pride I could imagine.

No. I was wrong. We weren't going to have sex.

We were going to make love.

Yeah, that would be far more perfect.

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His legs moved against mine. Feet against feet. The feet of the god, and the feet of his offspring, moving against each other. Stroking. Touching. Mingling.

A dance. That's what it was.

It was as if the fire from downstairs had entered us. His penis moved from side to side, rhythmically. A metronome of power and life, but it sought not to dominate nor penetrate me. It bonded with my own, pushing and pulling against my body.

My father continued to dance with me, slowly at first, then speeding up, then slowing down again. Every few minutes, we kissed, rolling on top of each other, then rolling back. Moaning and murring, feeling the effects of unrequited love dissipate with the power of truth.

He spread his foreclaws around my abdomen, noting the texture. He leaned down, kissing and nuzzling it with his muzzle.

He was delicate in his touch, as if I was the egg again, and he was careful in his treatment of me. But there was a still a fire inside him that bloomed, like a wild flower in heaven.

I hoped...believed, actually...that this was how gods made love.

He spread his foreclaws down my legs, around my own feet. He nuzzled and kissed my own, which drove me mad. I swore and clawed at the sheets, realizing that my father was giving me back the gift I gave him, wanting me to enjoy the pleasure for my own. My love for my father multiplied fiftyfold.

The drums of my heart synchronized with the music of my father's murring as he came back up to my muzzle and kissed me. We clasped our foreclaws together as he danced with me again to this biological music, god and god-child united at last.

I could still feel the drops of tears fall from my eyes as he mumbled words of love and poetry into my ears, vows and promises, desires and fantasies that I never would be sure would be fulfilled, but I didn't care. Love doesn't want for anything. It gives of itself, and can only be blessed with love given in return. My father proved that. He always would.

The dance quickened as my father licked me all over, anointing me with his own saliva, as drops of pre-cum dripped onto my leg, chest, and feet, a holy chrism that spread all over my body with a searing pleasure.

I rolled over again, my father on his back. I explored the majestic creature...wings spread...arms flexed....legs raised, giving me free access to the majestic appendages and foundations of his very body. That which no mortal would ever be as privileged to touch as I was.

And of course, I lifted and kissed the almighty feet of my father-god...he spread his toeclaws wide for me, giving in to my loving licks and nuzzles...the taste settling deep into my soul as my senses were finally fulfilled...He lowered them and held me again, as his toeclaws tapped lightly up my legs, exploring my own body with his own FEET!

I stroked and caressed the thick, beautifully scaled tail, whose scales shone and glittered so brightly, more than ever before.

I went to my father's face again, and moved with him in the dance, faster and faster. I pushed against him, the drums deafening my ears. The lulls and hums growing into roars and bellows. The claws pressed against each other. The feet kicking high into my own!

Heart against feet! Chest against claws! Tongue against penis! Eyes against each other!

My dad carried me, always, within his body. He now carried me over a threshold we had always hesitated behind.

Now, he lifted his divine foot....and stepped over it.

"DAAADDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"SSSONNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

We pressed tightly against each other, roaring words of lust into each other's maws as the universe exploded between us, feeling liquid fire burst and flow in infinite rivers as it spurted out our sides and up to our muzzles! My passion for my father intertwined with his passion for me...There was nothing more to fear, indeed.

For I was the son of Bahamut.

He wrapped his wings tightly around me as I quickly fell asleep in his arms.

Merry Christmas, indeed.

The End...

.....of Part I

Post-note:

Yes, Part I. There is far more to tell. Keep in mind that Nathan's body has not completed its transformation, and that a few more secrets are to be discovered and told, that will continue to bind Nathan and his father closer than ever before. And what about Jeremy? Will he and Nathan grow closer over time?

The fantasy and love will grow stronger in Part II: The Life I Carry.

The father's story has yet to be told....

My eternal thanks to Locobanya, Giran, Nova_Draconus, Newbear, Dan the Bear, Belic, and all my fans and friends for helping me make this story known to all furs, whether they love it or not.

I love you all. *holds you all close to my heart* :) Merry Christmas.